#bc all of my cats have been sick and my mom asked me to help with my oldest one bc I’m literally on fucking crutches

[chrollohearttags]

I’m sick of everybody trying me like I’m not a fucking headcase

#i was having such a good day too #and here comes this stupid bitch at the drive thru catching an attitude with me #then my sorry no good worthless piece of shit brother tried me #bc all of my cats have been sick and my mom asked me to help with my oldest one bc I’m literally on fucking crutches #and bc he’s good for nothing but sitting on his fat ass and playing video games and somebody asked him to do something #cherry chats 🍒 #my patience is fucking thin #gone actually #everybody can go to hell idk #like I’m not even no angry or mean person like that but I’m tired

[illogicallyx]

I love each one of them sooo much😭😭😭😭 just like asvskajs and maybe it’s not but like it feels so me-coded I love it lmao

BUT ok so like imagine gojo like urging Megumi to do shut just so he can meet you😭down bad and I bet he gets turned on when you talk to him formally and a little condescendingly because yk wtf is this parenting and god forbid you realise his sister is tsumiki because lololol. Megumi’s having the worst time and like you say smn in the heat of the moment and gojo gets a little annoyed because ykyk HIS son so then the tension and you get a little soft for them and thus your mom arc begin (and gojo’s mommy<3)

Also like like like like geto’s scoff? *dies as a blushing mess becauseeee ahhhh* but like imagine them teasing you a little, like the girls—when it’s Valentine’s Day or smn (and you’re not together yet) them making cards for you lmao. Or like them making Geto get you gifts from “their” side in your birthday. And he finds you soooo sweet because at least his burden for the girls’ is shared a bit and like imagine him coming early to pick them after school and y’all chat<3

And nanami’s part 🤭🤭🤭🤭 also I feel like he wouldn’t necessarily just want them to pass but he wouldn’t put pressure either. Like you do you boo but whoever would want to do STEM when given freedom? You and his daughter ofc (now I need his son and teacher!reader thoughts) but also—imagine you teaching his daughter smn and she talks about it all night to him or her being unable to solve smn and him either and so he sheepishly asks you lmao

part 3 im having too much fun with this

it is you coded bc i specifically added the astrophysics part for you BC U LOVE JT

omg like i said before our thots abt satoru are so similar bc i was thinking the SAME. i feel like he'd say "oh ;) i had him when i was young but thank you for the compliment ;)" (assuming he's like 25 here bc like how long has it been for megs in jujutsu high? idk whatever) to which megumi is like HUH? o_0

and you are like so irked by him from the get go bc wtf is that uniform? why tf is his hair so white? and then satoru makes a comment abt how u should start the meeting instead of checking him up which makes u even more annoyed. poor megumi is just praying to every god that this doesnt make his teacher hate him too bc you're his fav :(

and yes agreed agreed abt him telling megumi to do shit so he can see you again and megumi is like NO i will not but he does end up in another fight again bc Teenage Angst and yeah the next time he comes he's grinning like a cheshire cat bc "well well we meet again" and you are like jesus fucking christ and megumi is praying for the ground to swallow him whole

omg u so so so right

it'd be so cute if like geto knew of ur crush snd even the girls like imagine them each hold his hand while they walk out the class and they are like giggling abt how their teacher deffo likes him snd he's just like 😊😊😊 bc u sure do and maybe he harbours one too bc u were so cute.

i totally agree with him coming early to pick them up just so he can talk to u and like imagineee its ur bhd and they personally accompany suguru to get gifts the day before and when they go to school the next day they are so giddy and excited bc they know their father is coming with the gifts bc they told him to give it to you personally.

they'd literally jump outta their seats when he comes and u are literally like fixing ur hair while they greet him yeahh he'd literally be like :D when he gives it to you bc he is as nervous as u and like mutual pining<33333 the girls as the match makers AAAAA

pls pls im sick in the head bc i would do stem out of my own free will ok so shush and omg wait i love the idea of him asking you for help with the qns like OEJFKKRKEKDK like imagine he knows how to do math and such bc he worked in the finance department (i think? is that canon? oh well) but he texts u under the disguise of wanting help even doe he can deffo do it himself lol AAAA

and nanami's son i feel like would be into sports!! like it'd be total opposite from his daughter. his son would love to play football/soccer and it all started when nanami got his baby boy a ball as his first toy like he bought him more but his son wouldnt play with anything else just that ball and like

even his first steps were like holding onto the couch to help him stand up and when nanami saw that and took out his phone to take a video he saw how his son literally kicks the ball next and laughs in glee before falling back down on his bum and ....yeah he knew his boy is gonna be crazy abt sports

OKAY omg imagine nanami dropping his son to practice in a damn suit and like you being his son's coach and like u always catch that fine man in a suit dropping off ur talented player and yeah 🙃

part 2

#answered میری جان! #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #kento nanami x reader

[blackgirlalmighty]

Personal vent post incoming I don’t know how to do a read more on mobile I’m sorry:

I’m so sick of struggling like this. I am so broke all the fucking time and I feel like a failure and a loser and a shitty person bc my younger autistic sibling is my dependent and we’re barely making it. He was denied disability. We have no parents to live with or ask for help. They’re dead. Grandparents are dead too. I work full time and technically ‘make too much’ for food stamps or rent assistance or utility assistance

I can barely focus cause I’m so stressed out all the time. I have no motivation no energy to do anything even things that make me happy. My health is in the shitter and some days (like today) I’m literally shaking from not having enough to eat. I am in fucking eating disorder recovery and I have to lie to my care team about how much I’m eating because the answer isn’t that I’m purposely restricting it’s that I can’t afford groceries for two people every week.

It’s not always this urgently bad. Today I am freaking out because I am super short on rent and we have very very little food in the house and I have no idea what I’m gonna fucking do. I’ve texted a friend and an older brother (who literally just got out of homelessness himself) out of desperation but they’re not getting back to me yet. I just don’t know what to do anymore. Every single plan and plan B and plan C I had in place this entire year to try to carry us through financially either fell through or some bullshit happened that cleaned me out, starting with when we moved and the movers charged me $400 over what they told me initially and put my account negative and started the shitty chain reaction I’ve been fighting off all year. Every 2 weeks my account goes negative before I get my check. Every single month electric company is sending me a disconnect notice that I just barely beg them to let me pay a tiny bit of the balance to last me until the next one.

Finally started getting my feet under me a little in September then my fucking car broke down, $2k repair bill. Over $300 a month to pay that off with no ability to change the amount. That took every single cent of my yearly piddly raise and then some.

Then 2 weeks ago my cat starts pissing blood. Banfield can’t see her so she gets rushed to urgent care vet and thankfully she’s okay now but that was $400. The last of my teeny tiny cushion I had to try to prepare for days like today.

I’ve pulled from my 401k as much as I’m legally able. I’ve borrowed from friends and relatives who barely have anything themselves. My younger sibling had a tiny inheritance from his grandma and that’s almost completely gone now which breaks my fucking heart.

Where do we go from here? What the fuck am I supposed to do? Do we just get evicted and try to find a shelter? Do I sell off everything I own? Everyone around me seems to have their shit together and I feel like I’m drowning and drowning and drowning. My mom died and trusted my sibling’s care to me and I feel like I’ve let her down.

#please don’t read this #I just don’t know where else to get this out #personal

[collisiondiscourse]

Got any future love interests for the kids?? ^^

YES ohakgnsj I LOVE THEM SO BAD THANK U FOR ASKING!!! ausgsjs theyre all also kid ocs and i have designs for them in mind BUT IM A LIL TOO TIRED TO DRAW RN SO I HOPE YALL UNDERSTAND 😭

NANA

has two childhood friends which are iidachako's kid (Mizuki "Tsuki" Iida) and kirimina's kid (Yōko Ashido)!

theyre... close. and hang out a lot and all that stuff but REALLY — at some point it was hard for them to tell if it was because it was just expected of them to be friends or if they really actually clicked.

especially since yōko and tsuki knew each other and only got introduced to nana when she was around 5. yōko is the eldest followed by tsuki and then leaving nana as the youngest. theyre all gapped in age by one year, but that didnt change much since nana was very... mature.

in late middleschool to highschool, they all kinda grew apart and made friends in their respective year groups instead.

after all graduating from UA, tsuki and yōko reconnected with each other but nana stayed apart for a bit, being too busy training and learning to take on the mantle of OfA

she briefly dated someone from the general studies of UA in 2nd year all the way until maybe a few months after graduation — but it didnt work out bc her partner turned out to disapprove of her want to be a hero and the next wielder of ofa, misguidingly believing her fathers forced it on her (even though thats FAR from the truth)

after reconnecting and settling into her new life, she ends up in a very loving relationship with yōko!

bakugou regularly calls up his best friend to ask for updates on his kid and her relationship like a nosey old man

TOSHI

CLICHE AS HELL BUT WOULD U BELIEVE ME IF I TOLD YOU HE HAS AND ALWAYS CLICKED WITH TODOMOMO'S KID? (shiki todoroki-yaoyorozu, they/she/he)

theyre about the same age, and i'd describe their dynamic as the classic introvert x extrovert that adopted them

shiki and toshi been close since forever!! toshi always willing to jump in and do dumb shit while shiki stands off to the side like "you know what maybe we shouldnt use my mom's bo staff to poke that hornets nest to check for honey..."

and like. theyre INSEPARABLE right? so even as the two of them grow up its so hard for toshi to see them as anything other than this person he grew up with even as shiki grew into a combo of their parents deadly gorgeous looks

because to HIM shiki is just... shiki. the same ole shikj he saw eat their own boogers and get sick from trying to lick back a stray cat that took a liking to them.

and the amount of jokes shiki and toshi make about each others parents? unBEARABLE. absolutely devastating.

the phrase "your dad"' is literally banned in both the midoriya-bakugou and the todoroki-yaoyorozu households

when they enter ua u can rest assured knowing every single teacher of theirs started greying at the hair trying to contain the both of them. it doesnt help that theyre both very obviously powerful and dominate the sports festival every damn year

they get seperate for nearly two years because shiki decides to go travel the world and train elsewhere for a bit and they FIGHT and its bad and ugly and for a good year and a half they dont talk even tho theyve both been stewing on that damn argument

and as the date of shiki's arrival goes closer and closer both of them cant wait to reunite and finally apologize and make amends, shiki expecting toshi to meet them at the airport and getting excited to finally confess their feelings, thinking that as long as toshi shows up, they have a shot—

— and then toshi gets shot back into the past (15 years ago) for 6 damn months.

and all that time shiki spends lamenting wasting their time and the loss of their best friend who went missing after a villain attack and its all sad and shit until toshi shows up out of the blue after going through his Own self discovery journey and tackles shiki's tall ass to the ground

and thats toshi's own "oh" moment especially after meeting and growing close w todoroki from the past

and they get together! the end. katsuki has another conniption.

SORA

in a committed relationship with causing problems

#bnha #asks #xinilia #wonder kids #toshinori midoriya bakugou #nana bakugou midoriya #sorahiko midoriya bakugou #codi's ocs #long read

[miss-celestial-being]

𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗

➾ 𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖔:

name — bee (moots can call me belle)

age — 15 (surprising, right?)

pronouns — she/they (tho you can call me whatever you like)

sexual orientation — i..... idfk anymore

country — america

time zone — pacific standard time (pst california)

➾ 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊:

white, natural wavy/curly brunette (tho i dye my hair every now and then)

aesthetic is all over the place but i tend to stick with boxy graphic/band tees or really big sweatshirts, mostly muted colors with a small pop of bright color

plus sized, tall, faint freckles and moles, lots of acne bc ✨teenager✨, a bunch of stretch marks and cellulite

➾ 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞:

hogwarts house — slytherin (tho i got ravenclaw once)

three big signs — gemini sun, sagittarius moon, libra rising

personality type — istp-t

➾ 𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌:

i dont have any separate blog for shitposts and rants or interaction with friends so expect that all here. i like to think i'm a pretty friendly person (at least online) so feel free to talk to me anytime!

i write for many fandoms, including, harry potter, stranger things, the 100, and bridgerton. expect more to be added as i get invested in more and more shows and movies.

original ideas are hard, i get that completely. and sometimes you don't remember exactly where you got the idea from, which is completely fine. i do not expect any credit to be given if i inspire your writing, that's just part of the process. as long as you're not blatantly stealing anything, we don't have any problems.

if you would like to translate my work or post it somewhere else, please message me. i'm pretty chill so don't feel threatened or anything. if you find my work good or interesting and would like it to reach others, just make sure to get my WRITTEN permission and CREDIT ME!! if you don't, you will be reported and blocked. i may be chill but i DO NOT tolerate plagiarism, it is ILLEGAL!!

if you have any complaints or concerns, please feel free to message me or send me an ask as long as you're not rude about it. i'm always looking for ways i can improve, whether that be in my writing or as a person. i love getting feedback, it really helps me learn and grow

i will never be one of those blogs that block people if they spam like bc i understand that there are blogs that don't wanna have any posts on their blog or they're ashamed they're reading fanfiction or it just doesn't match what they talk about on their blog. and i do appreciate likes because it shows me what y'all like and if i should continue making something or writing about a certain character. i also appreciate the few reblogs i do get because it really helps with the algorithm, so thank you <3

➾ 𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒/𝖋𝖚𝖓 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖘:

i hate the feeling of velvet and felt, i feel physically sick when touching it. its basically like nails on a chalkboard.

i have a cat named oreo, who i am convinced is a velociraptor in disguise (velociraptors can open doors, that's why). She likes to open my door with her mind powers and/or knock on it and scream at me till i open it.

i love frogs and rats so so much, i really want them as pets (which is kinda hard with a cat so im probably gonna get them when i move out).

i have an "irrational" fear of spiders. every time i see one i either scream for someone to kill it, hyperventilate, or cry. my mom gets pissed at me for asking her to kill them

i've been biting my nails since before i even had a developed memory. my therapist thinks its from past anxiety that's become a habit.

i have a depression and anxiety, i also have a hard time paying attention and tend to fidget with things (usually cracking my knuckles)

i have issues with confrontation, most likely caused by ptsd (according to my therapist). i usually cry when someone yells at me or looks like they're gonna hit me (unless i started the fight and it's with someone that's either younger than me or shorter than me)

i have a tendency to focus on my insecurities for too long and begin to think i'm unloveable, which is no one's fault, i'm just a dumbass.

i love every single one of you to the moon and back, nothing will change my mind.

#this literally took me an hour 😭😭 #for nav #for navigation #about me #abt me #pls ignore

[tubefullofdemons]

A life update + a plea for help

Recently I was asking for help because my mom was hospitalized, they treated it like it was a heart attack but ultimately that wasn't the cause. She has an enlarged liver and stones in her gallbladder. We don't exactly know what is causing this. She's got doctors appts lined up and is in bed rest right now.

Before this we had an agreement out of necessity, that when one of us was in college, the other would take care of the house and pets. It was mom going to school and I was helping out around the house, cooking, ect but as moms health started getting worse my role grew into being the primary caretaker. I cook and clean and do pretty much everything. Mom tried to stay in college as long as she could but sick days and doctors appts started getting in the way. Sadly most of the professors weren't really understanding of this so mom wasn't selected to finish. The student loans and grants she received was our primary money to get by and without it we just have our two disability checks. (I'm autistic and mentally ill and my mom has epilepsy) it's really just 1600 a month and with rent and utilities we can barely get by. The bills have been adding up and I haven't even gotten access to my behavioral meds because I don't have the transportation, the money for transportation or the money for delivery. I'm fucking broke. I feel done for and hopeless.

These past two weeks have been a nightmare with me taking care of everything, not having groceries...whatever but honestly what matters to me is keeping up with my pets food and supplies. They are elderly or special needs, the kitty in the pictures above is Toby. He's one of my babies and he needs special food that I've run out of today. I need to buy it or else he will have a high risk of dying. He can't eat anything else. I am here begging for help. Like if anyone could donate anything today I would be so appreciative. My pets are very particular when it comes to food. My dogs are 15 yrs old and my cats are around 10+. Anyone who has elderly pets understands. As they get older the prices for their food gets higher. I have a week left before I get my check so it is really urgent.

I'm no contact with my family bc they were abusive so it's been just me and mom and no one else. It hurts thinking I have no other choice but to beg and each time I do it I feel this ache in my heart. I hope you guys understand what this money goes to and how much it means to me. I can barely put it into words but I am thankful. I'm glad there's a chance someone out there cares because my life has been cruel and my pets are all I've got. Without them I'd be dead and with no purpose in my life.

Thanks if you read this far. I'm sorry I'm so sad all the time. I hope one day I'll get to write about good news on here.

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#cats of tumblr #mental illness #autism #fundraising #signal boost

[a-warm-whisper]

Why do I always cook the dinner

Why do I always do the laundry

Why do I always do the dishes

Run the sweeper, clean the bedsheets, scrub the toilet and the bathtub, pick everything up off the floor, put new shut away, dust, clean the coffee table.

Some friends from work have been asking if they can come over and im too embarrassed by my house so I never actually make plans.

I'm so behind on everything since working (since before working) and I just don't feel like this house will ever be clean enough to let outsiders in. Theres no fucking way.

And still no one will help me. Nate thought he did so good because he ran the sweeper this week...which is nice of him...but...

I asked to run the sweeper AND do the dishes and he only did one of those tasks on his two days off. And he only ran the sweeper upstairs, not downstairs at all. And its the first time he's done any thing like this in MONTHS.

But then yet he projects like he treats me different than other men treat their women. He acts like he doesn't treat me badly or think that I should do it all myself. He acts like he's helpful bc he cleans the cat litter every once in a while.

I'm about at my end. Im so fucking overwhelmed.

And I love having people over to my house. I used too. But now I haven't in actual years...bc im too embarrassed.

I'm so fucking sick of being treated like a fucking maid. Or his mom.

Fuck.

[thschei]

Okay, I was going to make this post the day it happened, but I was already really distraught & felt like typing it all out would just like push me over the edge, and I still had to survive NYE fireworks. I decided to at least wait until after the 1st, but then Life Things kept happening, so I didn't get around to it until now.

My righteous anger has mostly simmered down, so but I think it'll probably still get long, so this'll be another read more post. TW for mentions of animal death, emotional abuse, and declawing

To be 100% super duper crystal clear: I am entirely against declawing; it's unethical and cruel and inhumane. This will become abundantly clear as the post goes on, but I just have seen too many pointless disc hoarse posts filled with people who gleefully, willfully misinterpret posts for any reason to harass people. I'm not going to leave myself open to people who'd send me death threats without even reading the full post. As it is, I'm turning reblogs off bc I don't want my post about my cat dying to be reblogged, but if I need to I can turn anon/asks in general off.

So. At 11PM on the 29th of Dec my cat gets hurt, we get to the vet by 12:30, and by 3AM he died. We got home by 4:30AM and none of us could sleep. We were all still awake at 10AM, and dreading the fact that it was a 3-day weekend and we'd have to face all of it trapped with our thoughts without having our normal day-to-day routines to buffer the first 3 days.

We know a lot of energy vampire type people. Liars, manipulators, people who'd come over to our house just to steal something for funsies, abusers. One of my mom's sisters was an accessory to murder. The same one stole my mom's SSN to open credit cards with. I have more examples, but my family tree bullshit could be its own post. A lot of them are in our family and there's some my mom basically has to keep in contact with due to her job.

So, it's 10AM, and my mom is dreading the 2-5 energy-draining people who consistently text her all day long, no matter what's going on or how busy she is. She can be with a patient who's actively in the process of dying, and they'll just text her "?" repeatedly when she doesn't respond.

She decides to tell these people about our cat dying the night before, in hopes that they'll give her space. Unfortunately, abusers like these people love to violate unsaid boundaries like this, so nothing less than blocking numbers/turning off her phone would work. But it's a step towards being able to say "no" that I've been trying to help her with, so we're going to be proud of her for it.

I don't want to use this person's name because as shitty as they are, they deserve privacy, so I'm going to use her initial.

V . responds . "Oh. My sister is trying to rehome her cat, maybe you can take it?"

So let's go over the timeline again. 11PM on the 29th -> 10AM on the 30th. In less than 12 hours since our cat died, V is trying to shove her sister's cat at us. Please don't try to give her the benefit of the doubt or say she was trying to help us feel better. There's not a single thing this person does that comes without ulterior motives; I've known her since 2015. She goes to strangers' funerals so she can brag about it later. She doesn't feed her own cat wet food, not because she can't afford it, but because she'd rather buy cheap dry food at the dollar store and spend the entire rest of her money on herself, like going on cruises/vacations while I petsit her cat. (And use our own wet food for her cat because it's cruel and fucked up and genuinely a detriment to a cat's health to only feed them dry food). This suggestion was nothing short of an impulsive launch at an opportunity to make her life more convenient, by finding a new home for her sister's cat, so her sister would stop complaining or asking her to take the cat.

My family has always had pets, and I'm the youngest in our house, so by the time I was born, a lot of our pets were already getting old and sick (12-15 for dogs, 20-25 for cats). The first pet that died in my lifetime was our dog Killer, when I was 4. My dad had already died, so I didn't need any lies about going to live on a farm or something. And of course it's always sad, but we've always felt like the best thing you can do to ease that pain is take in a new pet and provide them with a home. You get mutual love and happiness from each other, and day by day it gets easier. But, like, you take in that new pet after maybe a month or so. Not a fucking day.

Before continuing, for some extra context, 2 of our cats already had been from V.

The first one, Joey, she only had for a few months before becoming convinced he was peeing all over the house (hint: it was her 20 yr old cat who had chronic kidney/urinary tract problems from being fed nothing but DRY FOOD FOR 20 YRS @%^#&*^*&@#) and offering him to my mom's sister, who ended up dying a few months after that. (We don't know why or how; coroner declined performing an autopsy.)

We call V and tell her what happened, because we don't know what to do with Joey. Her reaction is like, "Oh... hmm. Huh. That's really a shame. Let me know if you find someone who can take him."

As in, "NOT IT!"

They hang up and my mom stares blankly at her phone screen. I say we should just take him home instead of leaving him in the empty apartment and stressing about finding him a new owner.

Flash forward to December of 2020. V calls my mom crying, saying that her (now ex-)husband thinks their other cat, Smokey, peed on his expensive speakers and is threatening to divorce V unless they find a new home for Smokey. V says all the local shelters are full and when she looked into people who'll temporarily house cats for owners, they charge $200 per day. She says she needs to find Smokey a new home like, now. My mom says we'll help her find someone but V is like, her husband has Smokey locked in a cat carrier and says she won't be let out until they find her a new home, that kind of now. We're like, jesus fucking christ, silently. I mute my mom's phone and say "tell her we'll take her". I'm sure she would've said that anyway, but like, instinctual response to hearing the thing about the cat carrier.

(Btw, he divorced V the next year anyway. I wanted her to be away from him, because he's so abusive and mean. But it's so fucked up that he forced her to get rid of her cat with the threat/ultimatum of divorce, only to follow through with the threat anyway. He could've just divorced her and let her keep her cat!!! She had to deal with the heartbreak of a divorce without the comfort of a cat she spent 9 years with!!! He moved out of state, but every time I think about this, I wish I could go and break his kneecaps.)

The problem to that is that Smokey . is declawed . So she has to be separate from our other cats 24/7 for her own safety. None of our cats are very aggressive or get into "real" fights with each other, but they're still cats, with sharp teeth and claws, with predator instincts, who act on those instincts when they can tell another cat is weaker, whose instinct during a fight with another cat is to swipe at their stomach to disembowel them. That's not something you want to take a chance on. So Smokey is exclusively in my mom's bedroom. Over time, we've started to let her out for 20-30 minutes at a time with supervision, but that's the extent of what we can give her without putting her in danger, and it can't be done while doing chores like taking the trash out or doing the dishes. All because V declawed her fucking cats. (Not Joey, but only because he wasn't with her for very long.)

Okay, with that context established, let's go back to V texting us on Dec 30th.

Of course, we could rehome her to someone who didn't have other pets, but she spent 9 years with V, and has now spent 4 years with us. She's a 13 year old all-grey short-hair cat with a bald patch on her belly and on her front legs and below her ears, so it'd probably take a very long time to find someone who'd pick her over a cute kitten, and even longer stuck in a shelter if they had room. And if we had chosen not to be her permanent home, we would've been keeping her at arms' length the entire time, trying not to get attached.

How would that be fair to Smokey? She deserves a life where she spends as many days possible feeling wanted and loved and safe. That's what I set out to do, and I think I've achieved it as much as I possibly could, around her being declawed. I do love her and want her. And I do keep her safe, obviously. I spend as much time as I can with her; we cuddle, we play, we watch birds, I share food with her (when it's safe for cats, obv). With V she was always hiding under the bed and never meowed, just came out to eat. With us, she never hides, purrs non-stop, and is very very vocal. She gets wet food and treats, she sits in the middle of the bed like she owns the place. She gets to be a cat.

I leave my room to go check on my mom. She relays me the text. I say . "What the fuck is wrong with her? It hasn't even been a day."

I ask, "Is V's sister's cat declawed?"

We, like, talk about what a transparently selfish and inconsiderate person V is. I tell my mom I'm gonna try to sleep, but then I stop in the middle of the room.

It's a balancing act to watch out for 1 declawed cat with our other cats, so it would take more mental energy to strategize life around 2 declawed cats, especially with how often I'm asked to petsit. You have to factor in how much time you can spend out petsitting (I usually spend 5 hours there at a time), time you can spend with the Have Claws group of pets (including a dog), and time you can spend with the No Claws pet.

Despite the... misconceptions about cats being detached and aloof, they want (and need) to spend time with you. They want to cuddle, they want to hang out in the same room, they want to hear your voice, they want to play, they want to snooze in the presence of someone they feel safe around; they love you. Same as with dogs.

My mom says she'll find out.

I get some sleep, then I wake up. My mom tells me that no, V's sister's cat is not declawed; she can't find anyone in the state to do it. That's why she wants to rehome the cat.

",,,, How could anyone say that without being ashamed?"

My mom shrugs. "I don't know. I told her, 'wow, we're sitting here miserable because we wish we had our cat back, and your sister wants to get rid of hers because she can't mutilate it' I don't think she liked that because she stopped texting me back."

We laughed.

Silence is telling, you know? V's 20 year old cat died last year, and my mom and I spent months hoping to god that she wouldn't get a new cat, because we didn't want her to declaw it. She swore up and down she regretted doing it to her other cats and would never do it again, but she's also a liar. So after she did get a new cat, my mom and I have checked to see if she still has claws every time we go over. So far she does... but probably because V can't find anyone to do it either.

But then it stopped being so funny when I realized it was probably only a matter of time before one or both of them crossed state lines to look for a vet who'd do it. We can't exactly steal V's cat, but if we take in her sister's cat, we can save it from happening.

I don't really have a good way to finish this. We'd rather take in a cat off the street or from a shelter than have Three cats that came from the same asshole, but if V's sister does declaw her cat, we'll feel responsible for it happening, even if we know it's not our fault.

I just wanted to post about how fucking insane it is to try to pawn off your (sibling's) cat less than 24 hours after someone's cat died. She's almost 70 and has no mental illnesses; she knows better. She's just an asshole.

#erin talks #text #this is vvvvery long so don't feel obligated to read/don't feel bad if you don't #I just felt like I needed to include all the details/context so no one tries to give V the benefit of the doubt #I have . a complex about ppl reacting to my vent posts by naively suggesting that what others did was an accident or not their fault #that's part of why I spent a Long time not making personal posts

[anandasamsara]

so, im a little bit terrified rn

my parents just trew a bomb at me, so in 2 months max i have to start paying the installments of the apartment mom bought

dad says he has no money left, i know mom doesnt, but i also dont

when we bought the place, dad promised to pay what was left, bc we couldnt pay it upfront bc mom paid a debt HE had of 28k, tha didnt even help us bc that wasnt the only debt dad has

we also had to spend A LOT of money bc he got sick, and in the end the problem wasnt even that big, but we spent 10k more on it

all the while we, mom and i, left our own health go to shit bc his was more urgent

he went to his school last week to see if they would have an opening for him for next year (public school), but they said they wont, so what he did?? he went to the psychiatrist THE DAY AFTER and got another medical leave. which means his salary will drop 50% and he cant try to get another school to teach at bc no one will take a teacher who's on medical leave

he has an actual job with an actual salary, but now the responsibility is all on me, who gets less than minimum wage and is trying to get my disability legally diagnosed

i've already told my boss to hold onto my october salary so she can pay me a full month on november, which means i have no money all of october and cant even go on site, ill have to work from home the whole month

and i have other things going on, two conventions on weekends that i have no idea how to go to now. still have to buy more material even to take printing commissions

and i have to deal with daily fights, mom saying i need a real job all the time and that what i do doesnt count, and i havent managed to get an interview to anything, i had two in 4 years and then nothing

my friends keep sending me interview tips and such, but they mean nothing if i cant even get one

some other friends asked me if there was nothing i could sell to make some fast money, but the only thing i have is this computer and i need it for work

i dont have enough privacy to try to sell fucking pics on fucking only fans, no one buys my art, i cant count on help from my own family bc my fucking godmother thinks all of us live like her with a 10k salary and npthing to spend it on, so she makes a credit card for her fucking cats but wont help her only niece

and after all that, i went to a party to see some friends today and i realized i have no friends, no one talked to me, i was fully excluded from all conversations and only talked to another friend who showed up unnanouced with his angel of a girlfrend, and even they noticed no one was talking to me and that feels humiliating after everything ive been through

and then i have to question myself if everything is so bad or if im being dramatic and nothing is wrong beyond me, and if iim the oly thing thats wrong how can i fix it

[snugglebuddyhan]

The reason people hold things in for as long as possible is bc as soon as they let themselves fold the depressive thoughts and rage immediately kick in. I've bottled up everything thrown at me for almost a year now and my cats knocking over and almost breaking a speaker I can't afford to replace was my final straw. I was so enraged if I had it in me to chase them down and discipline them I'd probably end up accidently severely harming them and in that moment I probably wouldn't have cared. Idk where they got it from, but they found and opened a plastic spork and when I picked it up I wanted so badly to stab myself in the leg with it. I instead went outside to the garage and beat the living crap out of the punching bag my mom has been trying to get me to use when I'm mad until I sprained my wrist. I then broke down and fell to the ground and silently yelled for 2 minutes, bc my neighbor was right outside the garage and would have heard me if I screamed

I was apparently hitting the bag so hard, fast and loud I woke my stepfather up and that didn't do anything but piss me off even more, bc despite probably looking like an absolute whack job the punching bag helped calm me down a bit. It was a distraction I needed and now I can't do it anymore, bc it causes too much of a disturbance. So, what am I supposed to do then? Go back to self harming? Breaking things? Punching holes in walls?

Now, I'm sitting here on the couch thinking about how sick I am of living like this to the point I want to kill myself and that pisses me off too, bc there's no easy way to do it. I hate wondering if this is what what I'm going to be putting up with for the rest of my life? What kind of life is that? I'm only human. I'm not built for any of this. That whole "just keep pushing through it" bullshit is shit people who don't deal with anything say. Push through it? All the way up until I'm on my death bed? No. The answer is simply no. I feel nothing but numbness right now. Like, if no one stops me I can and will stare at the wall all day, bc I'm so pissed and over everything I can't move. I wanted to cry until I passed out, but I couldn't. I was making all the noises a person would if they were crying and I was even gasping for breath, but no tears were coming out. I felt empty inside. Like, I had no more tears to cry

And what actually makes me even madder is when he woke up he asked me what that noise was and when I told him what I was doing and that I was pissed he just walked away and went back to bed. He just left me there in a mental state I shouldn't have been alone with. Who does that? I could have really used his help. He may not be able to solve my problems, but just him listening would have helped. That's the problem with this family. No one cares. I can't remember a time they've seen me openly display my emotions as if it were a cry for help and stop and ask me if I wanted to talk about it. The most they'll do sometimes is ask me what's wrong, but with an attitude as if I've done something to wrong them. That doesn't help in the least bit

[la-lauren]

I spoke to my mom briefly bc she FaceTimed me. She knew it was 12:30am and called me anyway without asking. We’d texted earlier in the night and I’d told her it was 10:30, so she knew. Then she launched into her republican politics she just voted for, how she’s on a first name basis with the governor’s wife, and how I’m so mentally ill I should just live on disability. She told me how she and my dad started off making $13k/year and it’s “fucking crazy” for me to expect more than $30k without a degree (I was making $40-50k before I lost my income). She told me I should not own pets if I’m going to crate my cat at night. I should have told her she shouldn’t have had children if she was going to abuse them. I didn’t.

I could feel rage building up in me as she spoke to me. Her tone of voice was not caring, it was accusatory. It carried the compounded weight of every insult she threw at me over the years. If I could star in my own superhero movie, I’d have blasted her away on the spot with some kind of explosion, powered purely by my rage.

Yesterday, before antihero came out, and because my host mother had insinuated it, I really was thinking, “Ya, I mean, all signs do point to me being the actual problem here.” Then antihero came out all boppy with “hi, it’s me, I’m the problem, it’s me,” and I’ve been singing it all day.

But even though I acknowledge I’m my own problem, I was not born a problem. I was made to be a problem. The programming I received from family was the shittiest operating system that could have been installed into my new little brain.

And I’m spending my life fighting to fix it.

I really start to think, “Maybe I’ve exaggerated the abuse, maybe I’m making it up,” and then I have a conversation and realize I’m not, and if I ever want peace, it may look like cutting them off completely and permanently.

Their intentions aren’t bad, but the road to hell must be paved with their exact “good” intentions. At least my personal hell.

Once I pay my mother back, I might cut them off again. Permanently. It’s scary to do that because there is a very real possibility that I could end up homeless and would need to live with them again… but if I can’t even handle a 10 minute phone conversation, I’m almost certain that I’d end up killing myself under their roof. I have historically become actually suicidal every time I live with them.

Now it’s 1am, and I’m just crying.

I also feel really invalidated still when I talk about how my body feels. How sick I feel and how much that stops me from being able to do things I want to do. I hate how it’s written off as depression when depression is more apathy, and I’m not apathetic. I hate how the physical problems are attributed to depression and how no antidepressant helps those symptoms. I do think it could be trauma stored in my body, but I do not think a pill can fix it — mostly because I have tried.

I am livid right now, and I have to promise myself I will not move back in with my parents no matter what happens with my job here.

I also need to promise myself to stop telling my mother absolutely anything because she acts all nice and then twists it into something even more negative than I even think of it as. Like, talking to her, it is glaringly obvious why I’m so fucking pessimistic. Fuck.

All of this happening at once, all of this shitty stuff, is so overwhelming, and I just keep trying to tell myself that people’s lives change overnight. That each day I keep trying, that could be the day things look better. It’s just that I’m getting tired.

I’m so tired.

[milkycomely]

jesus i’ve retyped this so many times. so much shit is going on in my life. i’m 18 and i’m pregnant. my moms dead and it’ll be the 10th year her death day has happened. my fiancé is in jail. and i got evicted from our house because i was sick when i didn’t know i was pregnant and lost my job due to that. so i was just struggling. because i hate asking people for help. i had used my last savings to pay for one more month so i could get another job, which would’ve been easy if i wasn’t pregnant. and yea women get pregnant all the time, it’s hard. i was having extreme morning sickness without even realizing it and i don’t have insurance. so i couldn’t just go to the doctor and pay $100 for them to tell me i was pregnant. i only ended up finding out is bc I myself went to jail. my dad put me there after he hit me in the face and i hit him back. self defense right? nope. he said i just showed up and started harassing him. we had talked that morning about me coming to get my mail and the rest of my clothes. ended up getting arguing and he thinks it’s okay to hit me in the face. my punctuation is probably so bad and i’m hoping this makes sense but fuck life. had a said before, i got evicted. i had to go live with my soon to be MIL, who i honestly adore along with her wife. amazing people. (they gave me my own room and even took me on vacation not even a week into staying with them, they’ve helped with doctor apts and we eat together as a family) but they told me he’s always being unfaithful to me, going back to talk with his ex who had done a year prior. ik im a fucking IDIOT to stay with him after. but idk. i’m a dumb teenager. i’m very emotionally tied to him. we’ve been together for 3 years, we had 3 cats and 2 dogs and now a baby otw(when i got evicted i had to give my 3 cats to the shelter, give my dog to a family member but won’t be able to get him back, that was the agreement. i kept his dog, because she was older). i gave him my life. quite literally, i don’t talk to any of my family. my siblings tell me to get an abortion because they know he’s the father. and well my dad, i legally can’t talk to him lol. mom dead. and i’m going to be a mom. i’m scared to screw up my kid like how i am. i’m crying writing this. i’m so overwhelmed and never had the chance to sit down and feel like i have been. i’ve been in survival mode for so long. my fiancés moms are the greatest. but i can’t tell them all of this because they’ll be like how do you feel. they always ask how i’m doing, and i try to keep at bay. i tell me about my nightmares and they help me through them. but this is their son. and i live in their home. they’ve told me they’d still support me if i want to stay with him or if i don’t. but idk. i do know but my heart and i don’t even want to think about it. but it’s hard not to when the water is so calm and when that happens, a big ass wave will usually come and tear down all the comfortableness that was settled.

quite literally wrote all of this in one type. i didn’t go back and i can’t. i’m finally tired and the thoughts are in my head. i’m taking this chance to rest my mind

#personal vent #pregnant #numb

[fraldarrius]

i fucking hate living here

#i hate being in debt i just want to be able to save up and move the fuck out #this place is so fucking toxic #my dad doesn’t know how to have a conversation without yelling #there’s ​my asshole older brother who has literally physically assaulted me and his shitty girlfriend #and my mother who cannot deal with all of this and takes all of her stress out on me #bc it’s pointless to fight with my dad about anything and she’s scared of my brother #i’m just so fucking sick of living like this #no one in this entire fucking house knows how to apologize when they do something shitty #every time i try to explain to my mother that it’s unfair of her to take everything out on me #she immediately victimizes herself and refuses to own up to any of her own actions #i cant fucking take it #i just want to live in peace #i have never ever had fucking peace in my entire life because it’s always been some form of this bullshit #and it just keeps getting worse and worse #i just wish i could win the lottery and get the fuck out #sorry for the vent i’m just exhausted and upset bc my mom is once again reacting with disproportionate anger toward me #bc we have this thing that plugs into the wall and helps neutralize odors and it’s in the room with the litterbox #and she asked me to turn it on bc one of the cats took a shit and i forgot that you need to hit it twice to keep it on for 2 hours #i only hit it once and that only keeps it on for half an hour #so she came out and saw it and thought i didn’t turn it on at all and immediately started freaking the fuck out at me #i’m so mentally exhausted i just want to fucking cry #but still i stay up every morning so that i can watch her walk out to the car bc she works at 6 am and it’s still dark out when she leaves #i love her to death but god she treats me like actual garbage sometimes #shush sar #i just realized i made it seem like my brother has also assaulted his shitty girlfriend #honestly he probably has but i meant to say that they’re both living here. just forgot to add that onto that tag #anyway that is all

[sabertoothwalrus]

i had ANOTHER dream abt miraculous ladybug and this ones a LONG one. it didnt have your artstyle but time paris DID have lovely architecture such as: the bigass hollow tree stumps in breath of the wild, u know the ones big enough to fit a shrine and a half. anyway, the final battle is Happening, people get to wonder if hawkmoth is gonna bite the dust in real time bc its being televised. this is all taking place smth like 3 yrs in the future from season 4 of the show. so theyre like uhhhh Older Teens and certifiably Tired Of All This Shit. so! at the bottom of one of those tree stumps, cat noir’s identity is going to be revealed! oh no!! hes in a #crisis of the soul mostly bc getting revealed would be Bad but also he doesnt feel like hes helping ladybug anymore. he doesnt feel trusted. a classic tale of the villain manipulating a traumatized teen. and ladybug (looking out over a roof and yelling at the top of her lungs) is like “ABSOLUTELY NOT YOU LEAVE MY PARTNER ALONE.” and bribes hawkmoth away by dangling her own secret identity in front of him like a worm on a hook. it works a little too well. her identity gets revealed! cat noir is safe but in the shuffle hes lost his miraculous and marinette picks it up. shes got both and puts them on. tikki and plagg are like “MARINETTE ITS SO DANGEROUS TO WEAR BOTH AT THE SAME TIME” and shes like “im going to punch hawkmoth in the face” and off she goes.

cat noir is nowhere to be found bc now hes adrian! and she doesnt know that! but he knows shes marinette! drama! so now ladybug is re transformed (without activating the black cat miraculous) and is whaling on hawkmoth. she crashes thru my house which is definitely not in paris and tells me and my sibs we have to get out NOW so we book it and its at this point the dream reveals to me that mylene’s mom is chinese and i sit there like Now Hold On A Minute and my mom says “i told u so!” and i tell her “you dont even watch the show???” mylene was wearing a green cheongsam. i don’t tend to ask questions. also by this point i made a mental note to tell u abt this bc it only gets more batshit.

ladybug told us (and everyone that was running away which was a lot of ppl) that if they find cat noir they shld tell him that ladybug loves him. then she has this Stellar idea. she finds nadja chamack and her camera (bc theres only two newspeople in all of paris and one of them runs reality tv) and is like “hi i need to get a message out to cat noir.” when the camera is situated on her (mind u ms chamack is VERY aware that this is her daughters babysitter and is currently holding hawkmoth in a chokehold) she says “im sorry cat noir. you believed in me and trusted me since day one and i couldnt extend you the same courtesy. i was wrong. there is no one else who can wield the black cat miraculous, no one else i would trust with the power of destruction. meet me at our normal rendezvous point so i can give back what is yours.” its all very heartfelt but undercut by the fact that hawkmoth’s bitch ass is shouting explicatives next to her. the fight resumes. she gets slammed into a wall á la every anime fight ever and manages to hide before getting to the roof where she’s waiting for cat noir. shes in a right amount of pain and tikki is running her mouth abt danger and injuries etc. marinette Will Not Move until cat noir shows up. and he does! adrian arrives! when marinette sees him she starts laughing and crying. adrian is rightfully confused. is this a good thing? is this a bad thing? did she hit her head? (yes to all 3.) marinette says “i have been in love with you since 10th grade.” (were they in 10th grade? i do not know.) adrian says “and ive been busy being in love with ladybug.” and then she apologizes again, gives him the ring back, they hug, kick ass and meet up in her room.

if it feels like we’re going rlly fast now its bc we are. the dream was pretty much a montage at this point. hawkmoth is arrested, the world knows who ladybug is, adrian is an orphan, nathalie is still sick, and marinettes parents r thinking that their kid has nearly died MULTIPLE TIMES and they never knew. also luka is under that bridge going “oh fuck.” marinette is in her room trying to explain what will happen next to alya and nino. alya says “i had to tell nino”and marinette says “i am beyond the point of anger. but whatever.” cat noir falls thru her sunroof and they hug (again, there was so much hugging in this dream to make up for the complete lack of hugging in the actual show) and alya + nino are like “uhhh awkward.” the last convo i don’t have quotes for bc at this point my alarm was ringing but it was something abt how marinette cant be ladybug or hold the miracle box and she wld want alya to be the holder but NINO knows and nino Cant Know. but cat noir doesnt want marinette to lose her memories! but People Know. the conclusion was they have to talk to chloe abt how to navigate paparazzi. this is my chloe-and-marinette-could-be-friends agenda. ok i think thats EVERYTHING. if u read all that godspeed, drink water. OH. FINAL THOUGHT. ADRIAN HAD LONG BEAUTIFUL HAIR WHICH IS VERY IMPORTANT TO ALL OF THIS. he had model-brand stubble and sharper teeth than he should.

sometimes I’m peeved that tumblr increased the character limit for asks to be higher than 500 characters, and other times I get

1k word asks about miraculous ladybug dreams, and I think that’s beautiful

I do unironically love the part about Chloe helping Marinette navigate paparazzi, rip to her canon character development

#also I love ‘meet me on the roof at our usual spot’ #but he DOESNT HAVE HIS MIRACULOUS #NCBDBSHDHGJG #HOW DID HE GET UP THERE #miraculous ladybug

[littlestpersimmon]

I feel sick.. Why is it every time you ask for help online there’s always people angry and upset.. Like I have to explain over and over again that my mom is sick, my dad is sick, everyone in this family is disabled and neurodivergent.. My mom is a 24 hour wheelchair user and has so much nerve damage that her entire body is paralyzed, even her vocal chords.. and my dad is prone to heart attacks and they’re both diabetic.. while my sister is cfs and autistic... and I’m the only one who pays for everything, I’m the only one who works, I work 3 jobs in fact, I work for a publishing house where I haven’t been paid yet, I illustrate for two games rn, and unfortunately it’s not enough; Bc my parents medical debt are still in the millions, bc my mom died of sepsis at this one hospital and was revived at this other hospital, we have been paying that debt for all our lives bc of interest.. It’s like when you’re poor and ask for help online ppl will say “why are you not eating dirt??” Literally I don’t even have luxuries beyond occasionally buying books and buying treats for my cats.. Losing my mind that someone from an extremely wealthy philippine school would have the chutzpah to try to tell me how to use our electricity bc it was “12,000 pesos” without even asking me why it was 12k pesos. Without knowing that the bill was the accumulation of 2-3 months worth of missed payments, Without knowing that our neighbors’ electricity was cut off so we let them connect to our house through extension chords through the windows, Without knowing my mom is prone to heatstrokes so we sometimes leave the air conditioner on, insinuating that I’m wasteful or I’m asking for help and being a burden.. I’m so angry and I can’t even say anything.. Why is life just fucking suffering !!

[rayshippouuchiha]

"stripper!izuku"

...

non hero quirkless (vigilante) izuku who's mom gets sick and he needs some extra cash to pay the medical bills and starts stripping

and shouta is dragged to a stripper joint by nemuri, tensei, and hizashi bc "u need to get out and enjoy urself" and he sees this cat boy (?) or maybe bunny boy stripper who's moving in a very familiar way

but he gets destructed be wow the muscles on those thighs he wants his head to be crushed

Oh hell let me just take this and twist it a bit:

So Izuku’s life has been pretty shit.  He was labeled quirkless at 4, his dad left by the time he was 5, and school was hell.  Inko did her best and she loved him but, well, it’s hard for a woman with a son like him.

So things were never easy.

But by the time he’s 16 Inko’s dead and he’s out on his own and things get harder.  His saving grace?  A few of the dancers from a local club on the scruffier side of Mustutafu.  They don’t care that he’s quirkless or that he;s scrawny and he mumbles or anything like that.

They’re just ... kind. Something Izuku’s seen too little of in his life.

They take him in, get him a job busing tables and sweeping floors because nowhere else but the clubs want to hire someone like him.  They even find him a place to rent for super cheap where the only real issue is the way he has to make sure he wedges a chair under his doorknob every night. But he normally uses the window instead of the door anyways so it works out.

So the dancers help him out and he balances finishing school as fast as possible (because he promised Inko he would no matter what and the teachers are more than happy to see him go) and his new life that happens at night. Working in this new world of glitter and sequins, thigh highs and flesh.  It’s rough and it’s messy but it’s good in so many ways. Filled with laughter and long nails scratching at his scalp and bartenders who feed him and dancers who slip small yen notes and coins into his pockets when he’s not paying attention because he’s “just baby, look at those cheeks”.

And he knows not all of them have tragic backstories, some of them just like to dance, but none of that matter because they’re all so good to him.

He gets older.  Turns 17 and a few of the dancers see the way he wiggles to the beat when he buses tables and sweeps floors and they start teaching him in the down time before the club opens and after it closes.  He’s always been good at patterns, always been good at keeping aware of his surroundings and once something catches his attention he latches on hard.

And dancing, this thing that’s such a huge part of all these people who’ve taken over his life now, absolutely catches his attention.

He gets real good, real fast and the owner is more than willing to let him take a turn on the stage on slow nights for half the regular stage fee.  But then it becomes the full fee because Izuku’s good.  Good enough to where the owner asks him what he wants his gimmick to be.

And it’s cliche, he knows it is, but all he can think is how Inko used to laugh and poke him in the cheeks and tug lovingly at his hair when he was little and coo “look at my little bunny” thanks to how he’d hop in place and flap his hands just a bit whenever he was excited about something, unable to stand still.

So soon he’s not just busing table anymore he’s a fulltime dancer too, Usa-chan on the stage.

He still helps out around the club though. Still runs drinks and even takes shifts behind the bar if necessary.  And once the night’s through he’ll take the time to walk a few of the dancers home because he wants them to be safe.

So of course when someone tries to rob them, tries to steal the money his friends worked so hard for Izuku steps in, body just moving on its own.  But he’s strong now.  Running and dancing and working the floor have all seen to that.

“My hero,” Nanami-chan sobs, half smothering Izuku in his cleavage even as the other dancers coo and laugh and agree. 

And Izuku just ... yeah, he still wants that.  So after that night Izuku just, never stops stepping in wherever he goes, with whatever he sees.

Turns out dancing is actually a pretty good source of income and training for a vigilante too.  A flexible schedule, good pay, and a job that guarantees him a special kind of physical training in the process.

So time passes, he gets older and while his life isn’t perfect, while it’s still hard and it’s still rough in a lot of ways, it’s also ... good.  Better than he’d ever imagined.

And then, one night when the music is loud and the club is packed, he ends up in the lap of Eraserhead himself and everything changes.

But Nerumi is a huge supporter and likes to frequent the local clubs, showing her support to the dancers and just enjoying herself. Hizashi’s always down for a night out and Tensei is surprisingly at home anywhere. So of course that means Shouta gets dragged out more often than he might like to one club or another.

~~~

For his part Shouta’s never been a strip club kind of person.  Nothing against the people who work there it’s just that they’re normally loud and crowded and sometimes the lights hurt his eyes.

He’s absolutely not expecting to be taken in by one of the dancers. But Usa-chan is all lithe muscles and mouthwatering thighs and he dances with something that looks a lot like a sensual sort of violence in every move and Shouta can’t help but watch.

And Nerumi, Hizashi, and Tensei can’t help but see him watch. So of course they interfere, more money than necessary piling up between the quickly as they wave Usa-chan down after his set and buy a lap dance for their grumpy friend.

“Oh,” Usa-chan practically squeaks as he pretty much lands in Shouta’s lap, face flushed and dark lined eyes wide.  “Eraserhead!”

And Shouta’s shocked of course that he’s been recognized here in this club.  But then Usa-chan smiles, this wide and bright sort of grin and leans forwards to brush a barely there kiss against the arc of Shouta’s cheek.

“Thank you for all you do,” Usa-chan tells him softly with a small wink.  “Let me make this dance really good for you.”

And Shouta’s stuck there with a lap full of dancer while his idiot friends hoot and holler beside him and, well, Shouta’s always been a cat person but maybe bunnies aren’t so bad either.

Maybe.

#Hop On It AU #BnHA #AiDeku #EraserDeku #Anonymous #RayRambles