#IF SOMEBODY DID THAT IN FRONT OF ME

[mimiatmidnight]

Will you be commenting on the Taylor drama?

I love the way this was worded, like I'm one of the siblings on Succession and the press has cornered me outside my penthouse to ask if I'll be releasing a statement on my family's latest scandal. Hehehe anyways.

Sorry but I just don't understand how anyone is shocked. Truly what has that woman ever done to successfully convince people that this is out of character for her. Like I don't want to diminish anyone's pain or anything but I see all these stans on here and over on Twitter in all this distress, having their very first epiphanies like "Hold on . . . does Taylor . . . suck??" And I kinda just have to chuckle at them cause like bless your hearts babes, but omg catch UP 😭

Lol because 1) she is a severely emotionally stunted person who thinks edgy British "bad boys" are hot like she's 12 years old, 2) she has no true deeply-held moral principles outside of issues that directly affect herself, and 3) truthfully, she seems to be suffering from a serious crisis of identity after the end of the longest and most significant romantic relationship of her life, and in my opinion is pretty clearly desperate to prove something to the world/her ex/herself.

The first reason is cringe but not news to longtime viewers, the second reason is pathetic but also not news (to those who can be honest with themselves), and the third is . . . understandable in some sense, but not pitiable enough to make me willing to humor this insufferable little episode she's having. I wish her luck on this humiliating rebound journey, but she is gonna have to walk that road on her own.

Normally, I always roll my eyes when people make these kinds of jokes, but given the circumstances I feel justified in saying: I can't wait to hear the breakup song about him, sis 🤡

#the great thing about disliking your own fave is that they simply do not have the power to disappoint you lol #like her stans (at least those who arent complete sycophants—which sadly is not most) are breaking down over Babys 1st Cognitive Dissonance #meanwhile im just over here chilling lol #ive also just NEVER been particularly invested in her personal life anyways so im gucci on that front too #i didnt even realize specific songs were about specific celebrity exes until *several* years into listening to her music #thats how unplugged i am lol #she is unusually extremely visible in the collective conscious right now cause of the tour and this insufferable PR blitz #but the absolute best thing for me is when she disappears and i dont have to perceive her -- the actual person -- outside of her music #and then it can just be me and my lifelong companion the fictional character “taylor swift” (c)(r)(tm) #so personally the only real threat this hangs over my head is the thought she might put him on an album #like that does strike real terror in my heart im ngl #ESPECIALLY any of the rerecords oh my god #and given the way hes been tailing her in and out of that damn studio . . . its not looking good for me kids 🥴 #i cant believe she would be that dumb after making the same mistake with joe on folklore #cause even tho now she has to suffer the indignity of sharing a grammy with her ex (LMAO) #at least we can understand that at the time she thought they were in it for life #but if she pulls that shit again with a REBOUND??? just to like stick it to joe or further delude herself or whatever? #idk im gonna need interpol or somebody to step in and do something drastic like this is a cry for help #did you guys see that euphoria meme someone made about her deranged “ive never been happier!!!!” speech the other day? #it was SO funny ill go find it

[randomwriteronline]

One day, when Irida was little, the Freak went out and didn't come back.

He was sitting all jittery yet still in a corner of the hut, looking into the floorboards with his hands rasping his knees; then he stood, said nothing, went to the door, and left.

Irida did not think much of it: when one wants space, one seeks it - and that's that. But that had happened in the morning, and she had passed lunch and the first half of the afternoon, and the Freak still wasn't back, and now it looked like the Bird of the Storm was going to start a fuss of frigid winds and snow, and so she went outside to Avalugg's legacy, to see what had become of that weird thing.

She spotted his footprints in the white and began following them, jumping into them for fun when simply walking by them started getting boring. Then at one point she heard something behind her, and turned: the Freak was walking over to her, arms folded on his chest to scare off the cold, feet slotting perfectly in the imprints of his shoes - she didn't know it yet, but he had been walking in hexagons for hours.

"Hello," she cried out to him.

"Please," he shouted back as he approached faster and faster with his stiff gait, "Remove yourself from the tracks before you get hurt."

"The Bird of the Storm is going to make a big fuss soon," she replied as she stood her ground fearlessly - certainly he would have swerved away from her, and if he didn't then she would have stopped him right there: "You should come back to the settlement."

"Please, remove yourself from the tracks," he only repeated. Irida noticed that he wasn't looking at her, that he was gritting his teeth like a Snorunt, and that he sounded angry.

When he finally arrived up to her, the Freak did not stop. As a matter of fact he trampled her and kept stomping into his own footprints without so much as sparing her a glance, not even grimacing when she shrieked or turning around when she threw a snowball at the back of his head, making him shiver and stumble.

Irida showed him her tongue and threw more snow at him, furious. Then she ran, because he was very quick and she had short legs that weren't as fast, and he was walking right into the coming storm.

"You'll freeze to death, Freak!" she yelled as he closed in his own shoulders: "Teacher will find you in a block of ice, like the waterfall!"

"Return to the station," he yelled back at her without facing her, "It's dangerous out here."

"It's dangerous for you too!"

"Return to the station!"

"You need to come back with me! You're running into the storm!"

"Return to the station! Leave me be!"

"I'm not going until you come back with me!"

"Leave me be!"

"You need to come back!"

"Leave me be!"

"Come back!!"

And at that the Freak screamed.

He screamed so loud and strong that she fell back on her bum for the fright and the coming snow held itself up in the air for a moment, as if even the Bird of the Storm had been taken aback; then his cold hands, all white and red, started scratching at his face and neck and hair in a frenzy like he was trying to rip himself to shreds, clawing right into his mouth to either dislocate his jaw or bite his fingers off, and he screamed and screamed and screamed so angrily --

So Irida ran away from the storm and from the howling Freak.

Big Sister Lina saw her when she came back home, scared and jittery and crying, and asked her what was wrong.

"The Freak went out in the storm," Irida sobbed, "He went out this morning and before the storm I went to see where he was, and he screamed at me, and I think there's a Fox in his head now!"

"Calm down," Big Sister Lina said, combing through her hair while she cried, "Why would there be a Fox in his head?"

"Because he was so angry! And his hands were all red and he scratched all over his face, and he didn't want to come back and now he's out there in the storm!"

Then he's dead by now, Big Sister Lina thought but did not say, because Irida would have just cried harder: "Then we must wait for the storm to end, and then we will tell your teacher and we will see what to do."

Teacher came back all covered in snow, so the storm was still going strong even after all that time.

"He's a fool to think he could walk through that with how scrawny and unprepared he is," he said solemnly, very much not happy. "But we can't look for him now: the Bird is right above us and more furious than ever. I will go look for him once it quiets down a little, and it's less dangerous."

The storm howled the whole night, and began stopping only when the sun began inching again at the center of the sky.

Irida knew Teacher would be going soon, so she prepared herself to go with him; but as she was going for his hut Little Lian approached her, stumbling around in his boots because he was still small and unsteady.

"I wanna see the Freak," he sentenced.

"The Freak went out in the storm yesterday," she told him: "Teacher and I will go look for him now."

"But I wanna see the Freak."

"You'll see him when we find him."

"And where is he?"

"Out there."

"There where?"

"We don't know. That's why we're going to look for him."

"I'm coming then."

"No you're not, you're too little."

"But I wanna see the Freak!"

"You're too little! When we find him, you will see him!"

"I do not remember saying you would come with me," Teacher said at that moment, closing the door to his hut.

Irida still ended up getting her way and coming with him, because Teacher loved her very much and could not tell her no, and she would have been safe and trained anyways; Little Lian got his way and came along too, because otherwise he would have made a scene that would have gone on for days and days and days, and Irida didn't want to be blamed for that - even if it meant she would have to carry him on her shoulders half the way through because he got tired.

They searched all throughout the Icelands. They storm had cancelled any footprints, and there were mounds of fresh snow where even Teacher would sink in up to his knees: they searched those too, just in case the Freak was curled up inside one, all frozen blue. But they didn’t find him in any of them.

“Last that you saw him, where was he oriented?” Teacher asked.

Irida thought about it and looked around. He finger stuck out right in the point she had last seen the Freak: “He was facing that way,” she answered.

“And when you found him, where was he?”

She pointed again: “Behind me,” she replied, “And he was walking in his bootprints. I know because I was walking in them too, and when he came up to me he walked all over me.”

“Liar,” said Little Lian: “The Freak is nice.”

“Well, he wasn’t nice at all! Because the Fox was in his head!”

“If that is the case, you two will have to be careful,” Teacher interrupted them with a very serious voice: “Foxes are very dangerous. Even when they are only in people’s heads.”

The last place they had not explored was the Snowpoint Temple: it did not seem like a place the Freak would go to, considering where Irida has remembered he was walking towards, but they had checked everywhere else and even asked Lord Avalugg, and he was still nowhere to be found; and the Southern Giant offered hospitality and safety from storms to all travelers who walked into its house; so it was no harm to visit it too.

It was cold inside. The Bronzongs made low ringing noises, like heavy bells; Little Lian insisted to be put back down on the ground and stared to the side insistently, pushing his lip around with his thumb.

“Stay close now,” Teacher warned them.

Irida held his hand tight, and grabbed Little Lian’s too so he wouldn’t get lost. She got tired of it quickly though, before they had even reached the stairs, because the smaller kid refused to walk and her arm was getting sore from having to keep dragging him across the floor.

She turned to him hissing angrily: “Are you going to walk or no?”

Little Lian looked at her and stayed silent: she pulled him by the arm, getting a low reprimand from Teacher for her bossiness, but the child turned back around, staring into a corner.

“What are you looking at!” she hissed again, “What’s so interesting?”

Little Lian raised his finger from his mouth and pointed: “He’s there.”

It was so dark and murky, it really wasn’t any surprise that they had missed the coat when they had looked briefly into the dark and murky corners by the entrance of the temple. The Freak was all curled up on himself with his face hidden completely in the tall black collar under his big black hat; he did not look comfortable, or as if he were moving at all - although they did see he was trembling once they got close enough (the children behind Teacher, just in case), so he was still alive, which was nice to know.

“Hello,” Little Lian said.

Something weak and not at all sounding like the Freak hissed back, and that same something skittered a bit and wriggled beneath the coat.

“Are you alright?” Irida managed to ask.

The Freak’s voice was hoarse like that of someone who had been crying for hours: “Leave me be,” he just muttered.

“Is that the thing to say to someone who’s scowered the Icelands looking for you after you went missing in a snowstorm?” Teacher reprimanded him, in the way he would reprimand Irida for not being polite.

The something in the coat chittered back, piqued; the Freak closed in on himself.

“Come now.” Teacher ordered. “We’re going back to the settlement.”

“No.”

“Come now, I said.”

“No.”

“Don’t act so despondent. Get up. The Sun is sinking and it will be much colder to stay here than in a hut.”

“I don’t want to.”

Irida would always find that such a surreal, scary thing to have witnessed. It was not at all a horrid vision in the real sense of the word, nor did it make her shiver in the way a ghost story would; but the Freak had never behaved like that before. He had been polite and loud and confused: but seeing his big long body all curled up like that, speaking with a voice so weak and words that sounded right out of her own mouth when Old Calaba would tell her to go foraging with her, it made him look like the image of a kid reflected by a pane of deforming ice that made him look far too big. Just like his furious scream as he tore himself to shreds, this was not how the Freak was: and it scared her awfully with a type of strange immoble fear that sat in her legs and made them cold.

A little pink head poke out of the dark fabric: a little Gligar showed them its tongue and clicked it angrily, telling them to get lost. The Freak buried his nose against its scrawny little pink back to hide behind it.

Teacher’s eyes fell on the hand all red from the chill wrapped around the little pink body, on the blood under the nails: “What is with you?” he asked cautiously.

The Freak shook his head.

“Something must be wrong for you to act like this. You might be ill.”

“Leave me be.” then, after a moment, very quietly: “Please.”

The Gligar rasped.

“No can do,” Teacher replied. “Come on now, get up, Freak. We’ll get something to make you feel better.”

“My name is Ingo,” the Freak replied with that voice that wasn’t his.

Irida trembled a little.

It struck her that he had told her already, but nobody had ever called him that as far as she could remember; and that he had never corrected anyone before when they had called him the Freak.

Teacher must have realized that too, because he was honest when he talked: “You’re right. I’m sorry, Ingo.”

“My name is Ingo,” the man repeated. “I want to go home.”

“Where is it?” asked Little Lian.

He wanted to be helpful. Maybe, if it was close enough, they could have walked him over there and gone back home before it was too dark.

The man stopped shaking suddenly. The Gligar turned to him, confused by his stillness, and Irida looked as he pulled his dark clothed legs up closer to his chest and leaned his head on his knees, holding the little blood-sucking beast tighter, until he was so tense he looked about to burst into a thousand strings like a woven basket pulled too much.

“I don’t know,” he sobbed.

It was quiet.

It was really quiet after that.

They watched him sob in silence. Even the Bronzongs didn’t chime.

Then, after a while of sobbing quietly, Teacher did something that looked strange to Irida at first: he let go of her hand, and got on his knees, and put his hand out. The Gligar hissed at him, but he paid it no mind.

“It’s cold,” he just said - with a very gentle voice. The kind of voice adults use for deeply upset children.

The Freak Ingo remained still.

"You look hungry, too. Let's get you something warm," Teacher continued, gently. "And then we'll see what to do."

He knew they could do nothing, because they had tried to take him home already, but they had no clues and nobody could find any either way; but after a good cry children like to be reassured, and promised comfort, and he wanted to provide it.

So the Freak Ingo turned to him with his white eyes all red and droopy, sniffling behind the little pink body of the Gligar he was holding tight, and then looked at Teacher's kind outstretched hand. He took it; and as Teacher rose to his feet murmuring 'up you go' he followed suit, his legs a little wobbly, and he held tight onto the strong palm and fingers and did not look up, even when Little Lian gaggled over to him to grab his torn coat and tried to speak to him. Irida did not come close, because there were still scratches on his face from when he had screamed in the storm and his cheeks were all shiny with tear salt; so she held onto Teacher's other hand, and like that they walked back down to the settlement as the Sun sunk away behind the mountains.

The Freak Ingo fell asleep curled on himself on the floor after dinner, all dressed, far away from everything and everyone except for the little Gligar he wouldn't let go of. Teacher bundled him in a thick blanket so he would be more comfortable.

Irida watched him wake up in silence the morning after. He stayed laid down with his eyes open for a while: she did see his mouth open, but it still spooked her when he actually spoke.

"I apologize for running you over and yelling at you, Miss Irida," he said, slow and rumbly and still a little hoarse, and very honestly sheepish: "I should have not taken my anger and restlessness out on you. It was awfully rude of me, as well as unprofessional. You were very kind to worry for me."

She did not know what to say to that. So she looked down and asked, after a moment: "Is it still asleep?"

He scratched at the little Gligar's ears: "Yes," he muttered, "She is very tired."

It was a really pink Gligar. And very small.

"Where did you find it?" she continued, because she didn't remember seeing many of them in the Icelands.

"On the path to the Temple," he replied. The little Gligar made a chittering sound and rubbed her fangs on his palm. "She was caught in the storm before she could safely hide away."

"Do you want to keep it?"

"I hope I'll be allowed to."

"Why?"

The man hushed for a moment, like he hadn't expected her to ask why, or like he was a little afraid of telling her because he found it to be a silly reason. He sat up very slowly, cradling the little Gligar in his white hands with blood still under his nails so he would not wake it, and Irida stopped staring at the ghosts of healing scratches on his face and throat and stretched her neck to better look at the sleeping menace.

"She has a very nice smile," the Freak Ingo told her simply; and he sounded so very terribly sad.

The little Gligar snuggled against him perfectly happy.

Irida looked at it, and nodded: "She does."

#pokémon #submas ingo #pokemon irida #warden gaeric #warden lian #random writing #blood mention #local man has SUCH a case of the Feeling Like Exploding that he loses his composure completely and almost dies #partially based in feeling on be nice to me by the front bottoms #also did i accidentally write ingo as age regressing (the coping mechanism) #if somebody could tell me and if i wrote it offensively id be very glad to be told abt it #a fuck i forgot to tag palina and tornadus. fuck it #in this fic ingo will be in hisui for several years hence why irida is still little #also he was walking in hexagons bc thats the shape of the single line trains tracks! the more you know #ableism tw

[forbodium]

had a nightmare where my dad and i were stalked by the ghost of a serial killer called "bonny john" aubrey

#did we die? not sure. debatable. #i'm like dad all the locals are saying that bonny john's coming out tonight. we should leave #and he's like ok [does everything so it takes the longest time possible] #all the lights on the street we're walking on go out at once. he sees no reason to get to the van any faster #the van starts by itself before we even get there. he's like welp hop in #nope we're going to this house to try and ask for help. the van starts making unnatural sounds when we cross the street. #there's definitely a figure back there. i think it has a chef's knife. #nobody's answering the door. we go around to the back yard just to put more distance between us #and suddenly the brightest lights are shining out the back windows. there's a man standing at the corner of the house. #someone is screaming. or roaring. the windows shatter. there's a paper-white face in front of me. #the only thing i remember after that is watching a cat jump out of a broken window and run off into the night #so yeah i probably died but idk #bonny john also had his own folk song. i heard it on a record player in an old thrift store where somebody told me to watch out for him #i can't remember the tune or anything but it was a good song #cornelis appears nonetheless!

[felikatze]

Takes ur hand OMG I love KH3 ;o; So many people seem to dislike it but HNGH. The theeeeeemes.

exactlyyyyyyyy. it also just has the BEST worlds. it has the best worlds. no competition. like worlds from other games are all arendelle tier mostly. but you have shit like the kingdom of corona or the carribean - fucking fantastic. i don't like how toy box plays structurally but the sheer DETAIL of it. stunning.

i'm also a big fan of the finale! the cinematography of the ultimate xehanort vs sora showdown is fantastic. the final world sequence is so eery, and i adore it. when donald and goofy used the controller's speakers to call out to sora during the fake-out game over screen - mwah.

the main gameplay complaint i'd agree with is that the boss pacing is incredibly back-loaded and there's too many big climactic fights back to back to back so the front half feels slow paced by comparison

honestly the story did as well as it could've by trying to wrap up as many plot points as it could. yes, none of them got true in depth focus, but kh3 isn't the end of the series. it manages to establish a new status quo for the characters and their relationships that can be further built upon in the future of the series. kh3 was hyped up as the culmination of the series for so long that when it ends up being just another part of the story instead of the conclusion to EVERYTHING, as people had hoped, they inevitably end up disappointed.

also the fucking. ux tie-ins. the way dark road stuff must've already been finalized for the insane fucking parallels. mobile game girlies going ballistic when thinking abt kh3 a little too hard a litte too long

tldr you guys are just mean

#Feli gets asked #didnt somebody make like. a 9hr video trashing the game #like yeah okay i DID watch the 11 hour fallout review but. cmon man. kh3 isn't the fucking devil #it has its flaws certainly but it's still REALLY fun in the gameplay department and the story is fine enough to me #again best story-world integration i am simply not taking arguments on this point #even if the front half feels slow it at least always feels like its moving #whereas kh2 made me think occasionally. okay. why am i doing this #and i just skipped the world cutscenes in com altogether 👍 did not inhibit my understanding of com's central story a single bit

[swxppedshitposts]

Alex wearing this when the troublesome trio force him to go to Disney <3

#Caroline: Omg look!! :D It's Elsa! Somebody take my picture!! #Ashton: ...I've never wanted to blow up anything more than I want to blow up the pink castle...it's beautiful...I must destroy it... #Archie: Can we destroy it with Alex inside? He wouldn't ride the rapids with me bc I said he looked like Mickey Mouse. Hashtag Bad Father #Alex: Did you just say hashtag in real life? #Archie: Hashtag I Want A Refund On My Father #Caroline: (posing with Cinderella) Hey Alex do I look like a Disney princess?! #Alex: You look like a middle aged woman stood in front of some children refusing to get out of their way so they can meet the princess #Ashton: If you tell ME I look like a Disney princess I'm leaving you #Alex: You look like the woman that's probably going to be the death of me #Ashton: Awwww babe <3

[neatokeanosocks]

no one cared who i was until i put on the mask

#it was Eagles spirit day at school #i dont care about football i just dont get a lot of occasions to wear this mascot head other than Eagles spirit days at school #its not even a proper Swoop. i got this through a yankee swap meet in massachusetts #i'm Swoop's estranged bootleg cousin Swap #its not a fursona. how dare you suggest i'd have a bald eagle as a fursona #anyway the day was mixed. i got some good laughs and gasps in the hallway from witnesses #i learned Fly Eagles Fly and i sang it in front of a class. and i sang WELL. the mask is shame-proof #people asked ME to sing not the other way around. biggest ego boost i ever did see #a buncha people asked to take photos! #one problem: some people did not wait to ask to take photos. #also somebody threw bread at me?? #shitpost #superbowl #philadelphia

[mettywiththenotes]

Sometimes I remember that Volume 25 had Tomura on the front cover and Izuku on the back cover and scream

#hori DID THAT #i mean yeah. we been knew #izuku gonna save tomura yadda yadda #BUT STILL #they're on the books cover together #we have tomura on the front and izuku on the back #then we have them both together on a cover (<3 <3 <3) #so now we need izuku on the front cover and tomura on the back cover #personally i think that would complete the trinity #bnha #boku no hero academia #shigaraki and midoriya #tomura shigaraki #izuku midoriya #mettys posts #metty posts #also somebody prove me wrong if there is an izuku front cover tomura back cover already out there #im not sure tbh #i think there's no cover like that out now #but idk

[spring-lxcked]

still laughing abt the idea that my henry and my william met and henry recognized william as "that guy who looks kinda like he's losing his mind in our shared engineering-related classes, but like. in a good (read: obsessive) way." VS william recognizing henry as "that guy who asks too many questions but i like that."

#—— ✧ ooc » #or i mean #˖ ✧ headcanon » ( the demon to his demons ) #henry vc: why did you look like you were about to bite through your pencil in class #will vc: i don't know why do you keep asking follow-up questions i think your seat neighbor is plotting your death #my henry gets a front row seat to the college!will to canon!will transition and it's SO FUNNY TO ME #somebody comments on will seeming so put together & henry's choking on his coffee #also hi fkdshfahd writing now some

[rootbeerfloats]

i have to watch four videos for precalc today and take notes on them #bruh

#speaking #i love adding hashtag bruh to the end of my psots im addicted to it i do it so often on my close friends story #ok anyways LAST NIGHT WAS SO FUN my roommate ended up fucking loving 2001 a space odyssey which im so happy for because now i have somebody #to talk about it with #hal 9000s death scene wrecked them they were like 'im gonna be thinking about this for the next 24 hours' like ME TOOOOOOOOO #after we watched it we were like Lets go to the mural of dave that the parking lot right next to our dorm building has for some reason and #so we did that and we took pictures in front of it and then we just fucked around on the top floor of the parking garage for like 2 hours #it was so fun 😭 but we ended up waking up at like 11 because of it LOL

[robotpussy]

im crying what is it about white women always pushing into the line at the grocery store 😐

#the lady behind me was like 'did she just push in front?' i cba to say anything im already about to explode from having no sleep #everybody is pissing me off i will end up telling somebody to kill themselves

[transfemgeorgecostanza]

If you speak German or French (and are able to access the ARTE online library but... yknow. vpns exist) here’s a documentary that follows the route of a trip  Pasolini went on in 1959 - covering the coast of the whole of Italy, reflecting on mass tourism, migration, capitalism and the likes. 60 years later, the filmmakers take their Fiat Millecento from Ventimiglia all the way down south and up again to Triest, talking about the same issues, as well as Pasolini himself.

#and maybe you know somebody who worked on this and considers this their favourite project they ever did #but who knows #vor mir der süden #pier paolo pasolini #pepe danquart #in front of me the south #la lunga strada di sabbia #german stuff #french stu #arte

[brandonaguja]

THE SHOW WENT SO WELL I wish you were all able to see it!!!! I started crying like. Right when I was alone after my director hugged me I feel so happy. The world can be so beautiful I like theatre :)

#me talks #everyone did so well especially the everybody for tonight #this was his first time doing the surrender scene and actually stripping to his underwear and it was in front of people like Jesus Christ #he did so well. And so did all the somebodies. I’m so proud of everyone #AND THE CHORUS and the virtues and death and love #AND THE USHER Jesus Christ she had THREE ROLES #ok lemme calm down. I love everyone :) everyBODY. GOTTEM!

[arthur-r]

not trying to get my hopes up but um. cello bow dropped into the crowd?? hello????

#going to a happy fits concert in the very near future i’m beyond excited about it #and as a cellist i have special feelings about the happy fits and i would literally die if i got one of calvins bows #for the record he takes terrible care of them (hard rock riffs on cello is inevitably hard on it and also. i don’t think he uses rosin #considering all the fraying. that is constantly there. these are terribly maintained bows) #however. i would scream and cry if i could have one to keep in a very special place and never ever let it go #we’re going to be standing at the front cause i’m bringing my little sister who’s very small so we’re showing up early #and we’re going to be right up as close to the front as we can get and i just think if he did it again i could catch it #(he has historically done this for at least one other concert i’ve seen it on video before from not on this tour) #anyway it’s the happy fits and daisy the great and that’s like. my two favorite currently active musicians #(phoneboy will also be there but i hardly know them so that’s less exciting) #anyway i’m going to bring a piece of paper and a sharpie for getting autographs and just very strongly hope that the stars will align for me #it will also still be incredibly cool just getting to see them play. but i would cry if any of them touch my hand or drop a cello bow or any #of the many things that instagram videos have gotten my hopes up about (somebody posted to their instagram story mina touched their hand) #in conclusion i haven’t been doing the most incredibly good mentally but i’m kind of hoping this concert will be the best day of my life #that would kind of be a sad life. but like. the point is i hope it goes well and it’s happening soon. and yeah #spent all of tonight transferring seven of the new daisy the great songs into ultimate guitar #and i got super hyperfocus about it so now i’m doing a little bit unwell. but i’m also proud of myself for figuring it all out #and anyway i’m pretty much heading to bed but i got this instagram notification (i have instagram for bands and irls) and i just can’t #so yeah. in conclusion. calvin langman do this in minneapolis challenge #and i’ll likely not be around here til tomorrow or afterward cause it’s late. but yeah #me. my post. mine. #delete later

[actualtoad]

today was such a day (negative, mostly)

#it’s my sisters birthday #she’s been really stressed because of my parents being so actively vehement at each other all week. she’s okay rn though #um #my friend teacher she/herred me like three four times while introducing me to somebody!!!!!! #and then???? my next hour teacher deadnamed me in front of the entire class because she doesn’t understand having multiple names in multiple #classes and yesterday she was bringing up how a different teacher had called me ari and i was like oh huh yeah okay i go by many names #like trying to be funny and vague about it but then today you know what she did? she called me ari-arthur-anya #she called me two school names and my FUCKING deadname because she doesn’t GET IT and im so FREAKING mad at her and she does NOT get a card #im so pissed im so mad at the two teachers that i thought were probably the most accepting teachers that i’ve ever KNOWN and now here they #BOTH of them on the same day one after another an hour apart!!!! im so pissed!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #and i know that mr hidaka didn’t MEAN it he’s talked to me about gender and stuff like!!!! i know it’s not representative of all of him but #it just hurts really bad that people who i know and love who are SO important to my feeling even a little safe at school #it hurts really bad knowing that they don’t even think of me as myself. that mr h can just forget to use my pronouns makes me want to cry #im so tired of it being something that people have to remember to do. im so tired of this other everything being the default #i need a fucking beard or something i guess. give me some time please!!!! i want to be a teenage boy please!!!!!!!! im so tired!!!! #i had a good morning with mr hidaka mostly like. basically i skipped my first hour class i couldn’t do it today i didn’t want to be there #and i couldn’t do it. so i went to his room how i do. and i said can i stay here. and he said of course i could but i would get marked #absent from my first hour but as long as i was okay with that i could stay. and so i did and i was working on stuff. and then #another teacher showed up. and okay something you guys for sure don’t know about my friend teacher is that he’s a frisbee coach at my school #like he’s in charge of the ultimate frisbee team shdhdf. he’s really into it it’s not really a sport feeling thing but it seems like fun #so anyway the other teacher was like hey (hidaka first name) me and some guys from the team are gonna go throw some frisbees do you want to #and mr h was like. yeah sure!! and he gave me the option between i could stay if i wanted but i could come with too and i said i’d come with #but i cant do frisbee. so it turned out to be the kids from the team and the other coach were doing fancy stuff together and me and mr h #just played some catch and he showed me how to do it and it was really fun and nice and it was really good #so it sucked when then the other teacher was like. so who’s this lovely person anyway? (exact words he said) #and my friend teacher mr hidaka said oh she skipped her first hour so shes here with me #and that hurt my stupid feelings pretty bad!!!!!!! i didn’t say anything though #and then the rest of the day happened. and now im home #all i have left for the rest of the school year is just my chemistry final so im not doing homework tonight #im still making finishing his book into a high priority it’s higher than the project

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I might come back to this blog, cause although I’ve processed through all the traumas, I’ve still got DID/OSDD and I’m finding out just how much that counteracts me trying to be as honest, real and authentic as possible. My brother’s girlfriend suggested I should go back to therapy and is helping me look for a therapist, and whether she finds the right one or not, it’s inching me in a good direction. 

#I couldn't do that audiobook #I can barely go through a workbook in front of me #I have to depend on somebody else for this lol #did #osdd #did recovery #osdd recovery #actuallydissociative

[harmcityherald]

The turtles got their new food and they seem to be liking it well. They had been using the sandbox all night in and out so it looks like I will be building a much bigger sand unit onto their enclosure. My other tank got a very expensive cleaning last night for peppermint and foremost. I also was able to get them an air stone. I also bought anything to vacuum out their tank and so last night they got quite the cleaning which will be finished this morning. I was also able to get half of my cutting done in my garden yesterday so my garden is finally taking off as well. Hopefully today I can put it in a little more work and bring my garden a little bit closer to being started. Artemisia is very watchful that I don't overwork myself because sometimes I have a tendency to where my garden is concerned. So the coffee is made and I'm sitting outside and enjoying it right now other than the fact that all my dinosaur buddies are sitting here in a circle looking at me in the trees bullying me to give them more food but we of course has suspended operations because of the bird flu. Sorry little guys but I think I know better than you I can read the medical journals you can't. So until I feel like it's safe again you guys are on your own I hate to say that. I guess I will offset that by giving my inside buddies a little more attention than they've been getting. The little tank is looking a lot better. Foremost loves the air stone much more than peppermint does. I think our reading let us to the correct decision that the snail needs an AirStone and that is exactly what she got. I also scraped off the six masses of eggs that she laid around the top of the tank, luckily I don't have a female to fertilize them all or I would have a million snails like I'm afraid I'm going to have a million Turtles before it's all over with. I won't be able to release them in the wild if it actually happened but we'll cross that bridge when we get there. I love my critters and my critters love me.

I would add more tags but they only allow me a certain number so I should end it there. Or else I'll talk myself right into a bad mood. And that's not fair to my little buddies is it?

Mark my word, we are all going to live to see the day to read about that man doing something incredibly stupid. I'm not going to try to lay any future or philosophical View on what that could be. Trust me, he's a pedophile with an arsenal of ghost guns. And it's a situation that I'm too old to try to help and solve. My other two grandchildren the one being autistic and the other being transgender make me want to reach out and help them and yet the transgender child is under extreme brainwashing by him. One time he even told her that he would fuck the lesbianism right out of her, and for me that's not something that should ever come out of a father's lips to a daughter ever no matter what the situation is at all. And yet that same transgender child, under his pristine Direction, hates my very guts. The only one in the family who would actually call you by your real name and would refuse to use your dead name and yet I guess the fact is that Alan loves his father and any concessions that meat had makes for her must make her feel at least somewhat accepted. But because of the Meathead Saga I do not get to see those two sets of grandchildren anymore. Because I'm a deep state leftist, if you can actually believe that's a reason to hold your children back from someone. That's very sad to me I have seven grandchildren all together. It is only two that I get to react and deal with everyday living here with me and I'm so thankful of that. Many people would say it's a financial burden I should not subject to myself to. But I've always been a firm believer that you never throw kids to the wind ever. Especially not in this fucked up world the way it is now. If you throw your kids to the Wolves you're no better than a Spartan throw in your baby off the edge of a cliff. And that's not how I was ever taught that parenting was done. I have never raised a hand to a child ever not in my whole life. I've always gotten so much more from children when you talk to them and treat them like people the people that they no doubt are.

Anyway, Meatheads brand of ineffectual terrorism doesn't really scare me in any way. I have no idea why I'm really on this this morning. Perhaps the youngers are arguing last night reminded me of the tension in the house when Meathead was here pretty much destroying everything in his path. We're trying to destroy everything in his path which included me. I had six police officers and four doctors all together bum rushed me in the room to convince me that I needed to press charges. I told him if I pressed charge does that means I won't be able to get them out of my house and the only thing I want is for them to be out of my house like tomorrow so I didn't press charges against him, which I'm sure he walks around in his own little tiny house Castle now Vindicated somehow that the cops wouldn't touch him when really it was me that kept that from happening. Trust me if it had been any other situation I would have made sure he got every little bit of punishment he deserved for it but it was more important for me to clear this place out and have a nice calm place for my Artemisia and our wonderful youngers

#my turtle chronicles #my critters #turtles #fish #a snail #two kitty cats #and all my plants Aquatic and otherwise #gardening #spring has sprung in rannyland #Cthulhu is coming up I will show a picture of him later he is my Herald of spring and he is coming up and that makes the third year in a ro #Happy Coffee to all my little listeners and all My Little Critters are determined that it's going to be a good day #better just make sure you make artemisius coffee the right way #the youngers had a fight last night and it looks like one of them didn't come home so I'm a little worried about that #but I didn't like the way I heard my granddaughter being talked to and although she's upset today maybe it's for the better #he giving her a hard time for going out with her cousin while every time he goes out with his friends he ends up with a goddamn charge. #but I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing as a pop pop I'm there for her for whatever she needs #I love my grandkids more than life itself #them and my Artemisia make me so thankful to have been allowed to be part of their family and so grateful to get to be the grandfather #I think more parents should feel that way instead of feeling burdened or some idiots who like to run their house like a army base #we all remember the Meathead Saga don't we? #he is on the bus idiots who has to sit at the top of the dinner table everyday and make his children sit in front of him #like some idiot from a Twisted Sister video #there was no wonder he and I did not get along #not to mention he was trying to squat and steal my house and then he tried to take my life #somebody that's one family member I'm not to enamored of having #and I've also made it very very very clear that he is no longer welcome here and that I will have no more talks of that anything with him #I think that every family has at least one person in it who is under the completely wrong assumption that they are a master manipulator #everybody's got the narcissist #maybe yours is a parent mine was a middle-aged asshole who thought he was a parent and is still failing miserably at that fact #you know he actually convinced the state to pay him to stay at home to care for his autistic son which sounds really good on the outside