#check the reciepts

[xtrablak674]

I Never Made It About Race, America Did

“You seem to see the world from the perspective of your race”

It’s such a shame that “race” is a construction of man, and nothing really scientifically proven. Curiously the media likes to paint people of color as the ones who are first to play the 'race card', when and if they actually looked at our individual circumstances, many of us just wanted to be ourselves, not our skin color. Interestingly enough this comment came from a Black man, who mind you is fairer complected than me (and possibly on most days can ‘pass’ for other things), but I am not going to partake in colorism.

As a child I thought there was something “better” about my lighter hued younger brothers. Their lighter hues were obviously more lovable than my darker hue because, like the old adage "The darker the berry, the sweeter the juice, but if the berry is too dark it ain't no use". This instinctual feeling was of course validated by my own Black peers who referred to me as “charcoal”, “tar baby”, and “ape lips” denoting there was something wrong with my cacao bean complexion. Which made my friendship to my favorite cousin at this age Fee Fee so important our radiant complexions matched as did our ages, and I knew there was nothing wrong with my cousin Fee so there mustn't be anything wrong with me right? Wrong!

In kindergarten I was sort of a Lothario cultivating reports home about how I was "kissing all the girls in class", it would take a couple of more grades before I discovered that even though kissing the girls was fun, playing with the boys was even more fun! As an adult it's a sweet thought of a five year old innocuously kissing his female classmates on the cheek (playing into the appropriate gender roles of society), add a racial context and it appears predatory a Black boy kissing little white girls, doesn't he know that not even 20 years before he was born that a Black boy could get lynched for even looking at a white girl, less deem himself worth of placing his disease-ridden darky lips on her fair cheek was a calling for a castration. 

Adding this racial notion shows the inorganic nature of the construction of racial groups, and when left to their own wishes children do not act on their own to be racially intolerant. As children we are human beings before anything else, as we grow up we learn to identify with something of cultural significance or geographic locations, these things are taught to us either verbally or through societal cues. We are taught to disregard our humanity for flags, borders, money or status.

Like my caramel colored 16yo nephew I used to be so clueless about racial identity, and since my “friends” (mostly Caucasian) weren’t interested why should I be, there were more important things like Voltron, scratch and sniff stickers, Transformers and G.I. Joe figures to talk about. My best friend at the time Kelsy Carrington (Black) would always abandon me for playing with his cousin Tré, if he had the option because I was also know around the neighborhood as a “sissy”, and no one wants to publicly acknowledge a relationship with a sissy even though I was one of the fastest kids on my childhood block, which meant I was recruited for street football. I had little interest in organized sports and little to no idea about the rules, but could catch a ball and run very fast toward a goal dodging those in pursuit of me.

These early interactions with my own brown peers told me that I was 'less than', that relationships or friendships with me were tentative and would always be tossed aside for something 'straighter' or 'lighter'. My own people began the development of my low self esteem, and low self worth. At that young age I learned I could out run most of my problems, including bullies who wanted to beat me up after school or the white boys who chased me out of their neighborhood shouting “n*gger” at me. I pedaled that banana seat Huffy like my life depended on it. Run n*gger run!

What is a “n*gger”? You would think these were lessons you weren’t learning in elementary school, but obviously the society I was growing up in needed to let me know my place, and it wasn’t in certain neighborhoods with certain kids all because of something I had no control over. Even with things like ROOTS & Shaka Zulu playing on television in more rural places, these lessons took longer to learn. But how is a young Black child supposed to react to a word that carries centuries of venom and hatred built into it, knowing that something is wrong, but the thing that is wrong is beyond his control.

With my mothers death I was uprooted from living in Westchester to live with my paternal grandparents, now separated from my siblings and my many cousins I could try to recreate myself and I was sort of successful in this creating an identity around my love of comic book and trying to develop my own characters with some of my six grade friends, and develop my own graphic novels. 

The group of bullies in the NYCHA projects where my grandparents lived didn’t get the memo that I was “cool” now, and had no problem ‘jumping’ me on my way home from school, in my school uniform some dirt grey slacks and an ugly maroon blazer and grey clip-on tie. There were at least ten of them to one me, and I had no brothers or cousins around to protect me and the projects weren’t like the house I was raised in where I could simply run into the always unlocked side door. There were intercoms and elevators to navigate before getting safely inside my grandparents apartment. So I took the punches in the face as I kept walking toward our building attempting to deaden the pain of the blows not only to my ego but to my battered body. I never mentioned the assault to my grandparents, understanding that this was just a part of my taking on a new role of being perceived as upper-class in a neighborhood where the children who looked like me would never aspire to greater than what they were born into.

Later I would learn that even though my grandparents lived quite frugally they were upper middle class, and instilled their well to do values upon my impressionable self. I don’t look at this this as a bad thing, it was the shedding of a “ghetto” mentality that I unlike my younger siblings was able to avoid and in turn left me open to opportunities that I wouldn’t have had if my mother was still living. I learned that if I worked hard and focused I could do anything that I wanted to do, my grandmother kept me so busy with extracurricular activities that there was no time for gangs or getting in with bad crowds, I had also become very withdrawn after losing my mother preferring creating my own little world in my room in my grandparents home as opposed to going outside to play with the other kids. Besides who would want to play with a n*gga and a fa**ot?

I was running away from the pain of losing a parent so young and as opposed to deal with the non-acceptance of the new community I was in I decided to create my own world. I did befriend a white Latino Puerto Rican at my new now public school, (after being kicked out of my Lutheran school) and we bonded over things like wresting, super heroes and toys that were more than meet the eyes, but now there were new challenges. We were chased for being perceived as a Black (true for me) and a white boy (not true for him), he just happened to be a blue eyed Puerto Rican, not that unusual if you know that the Caribbean goes from my complexion to even fairer then him. But he couldn’t out run his last name Vazquez, so now the shouts were “sp*ck” and “n*gger”. Run n*gger run!

My next friend was just as dark as me but a bit overweight for his age something that obviously made him an easy target for “fat jokes”. There was a change with my grandmother that I hadn’t noticed with my Puerto Rican friend, she allowed me to stay the night over this Black friends house and would always ask about him even decades later after the friendship was clearly over. This coupled with that she wouldn’t let me visit my best friend back in Westchester for an overnight because he was Caucasian, but would let stay over an acquaintance from the same period because his parents were Black led me to question my grandmother and ask her if she was “racist”? She would avoid answering the question with saying the broad thing parental figures like to say like “my house my rules”, but it was very clear to me that she more readily accepted my darker hued friends and wasn’t as readily accepting of my lighter colored friends. Even though I was supposed to be enjoying the “cluelessness” my nephew now enjoys my parental unit was polarizing my relationships and attempting to bias them to her own well meaning but dated beliefs.

This would continue into high school where I joined some of my junior high school friends where we were a United Nations or jokingly 3-2-1 Contact friends, a Costa Rican girl, an Irish girl and me made an interesting crew traveling on the train to our performing arts high school in Manhattan, where I was to start learning about class differences as I begin to meet an entirely different kind of people one of them being my Jewish high school friend who lived in the mystical place called Brooklyn, and had his own room that his mother let him spray paint all over the walls while he listened to ska music. His parents were divorced and his father had a home in New Jersey, and like this red headed friend of mine in junior high school he had a home full of such nice things, I felt a bit inadequate and ashamed about my grandparents very humble home. 

Once again trying to just be a teenager like my nephew I wanted to embody everything this new friend was about, hanging out with him and his friend listening to the Ramones and buying my first pair of Doc Martin’s, just attempting to exist and be a teenager in New York City. Once again my grandmother wouldn’t let me be like the other teenagers who seemed to have sleepovers all the time at each others house, but I could invite this friend and “his friends” to my house for a sleepover. Of course I was sort of humiliated because I knew I didn’t have the physical riches that my new friends had and it would be so much more apparent with them staying over my house. Somehow I made it through, later “breaking up” with this friend, something at the time I thought was odd, because how do two cis-gendered males break up with each other in a plutonic relationship? I was now struggling with my burgeoning sexuality and had very strong feelings for this friend, that it felt like a break up.

On to college where I thought here I can once again recreate myself into someone new and different and due to my relationship with my Dominican best friend who came out as gay very publicly in People magazine, I was embraced as an expert of all things queer at my private college in upstate New York, but I was also dealing with something else very new class and racial differences on a level that I hadn’t encountered at my culturally and class diverse high school. 

On this new campus I would clearly always count the other brown faces appearing either in the lunch hall or in the classroom where a clearly European based idea of education was being taught. At this time I was introduced to Marlon Riggs, Essex Hemphill and Tongues Untied, Color Adjustments and Ethnic Notions all from a Caucasian friend who had taken Africana classes at his ivy league school that shared that town with my private university. Slowly my racial consciousness was awakening, it seemed I couldn’t afford to be oblivious anymore. Which one of these thing is not like the others...

#queer #black #race #racism #America #colorism #xenophobia #homophobia #toxic masculinity #growing up queer #context is everything #check the reciepts #family #same gender loving

[imposterogers]

Hi, me again! I was going through your Peggy Carter posts and I kinda skimmed through but you said that she hired nazis/hydra scientists to work for SHIELD? I don’t get it, why would she do that? It makes Steve Rogers going back in time to be with her even more confusing cuz he knew she worked alongside his enemies AND the monsters who tortured/brainwashed his best friend??

this is a delicate subject bc whenever I talk about peggy I get a flood of "you're just a misogynist" in my inbox, and when I was younger I really did like her (and if you or anyone else does there's no issues in that everyone has their problematic faves) BUT she is involved with some shady things.

so operation paperclip was a very real US intelligence program where over 1000 n*zis were recruited to work. in the mcu it is also canon, except shield (which peggy and howard oversaw) took part in it

arnin zola (the man who experimented on bucky and helped orchestrate hydra's infiltration) worked very closely for shield

zola (who at the time was also "creating" and perfecting the winter soldier) worked closely with howard stark at camp lehigh. there has been fandom speculation (tho no confirmation) that given their clearance levels, and surveillance footage, howard and peggy were most likely aware of the winter soldier's identity.

so uhhhh yah. his ending looks bad from pretty much any angle

#fandom discourse #anti peggy carter #anti endgame steve #anti howard stark #no one come for me pls lmaoooo I don't have any fight in me tonight plus i'm just stating facts !!!!!! #and I have reciepts ok #the winter soldier #tw nazi mention #check notes for more info

[uraniumglassgirl]

jjk related i wonder when theyll stock volume 17 because. i kind of want to buy it too. it was weird bc the only manga they had was jjk and they only had volume 16. and. i guess it sort of makes sense because a lot of super popular manga ended recently and i think literally. by volume sales jjk is the most popular manga ever rn. but yea i wanna snatch volume 17 whenever they stock it. iirc volume 17 is kind of really awesome because thats when we get maki/mai’s arcs and stuff.

#to be honest. really want to read megumis most recent fights #the one with the reciept guy and the one with the constellation girl #because those were both some of my favorites. #you guys dont understand jjk literally reads like jojo at this point the cursed techniques are fucking stands #fucking. lawyer dude. reciept guy. constellation girl. hakari. the guy megumi and itadori fought together . #literally so awesome if you havent read the manga please check it out

[hoesformatt]

HANDS ON

chris smut, y’all icl i love kevin gates music… MY LIL YEAHH

dom!cocky!chris• poc!reader friendly

contains: public sex, backshots, oral (m!receiving), choking, touching/groping, pet names, no use of y/n

summary: you go to a car wash and meet a boy too cute to resist

word count: 1.3k

I pulled my car into the nearest car wash parking in one of the spots before entering the joint convenience store.

While waiting in line, I noticed a brunette boy with a cap talking to the other boy who was working at the front counter, and when I got to the front of the line, the boy eyed me up and down.

The dirty blonde boy that was shorter than the brunette had the name tag of Nate on it, and he answered to me while the other boy was still talking.

“Car wash?” He looked out the window to see my Mercedes AMG up at front “That’s yours?” He asked with a stunned expression. Simply nodding, he gave me my reciept and I noticed that when I glanced back to where the other boy was standing two minutes prior, he had disappeared.

Nate had cracked the sliding door open, yelling “Hers is the AMG!” The brunette boy was holding the hose and walked towards my car.

I closely watched him as I exited the store and the boy had put down his hose to remove his graphic tee and reveal his white muscle shirt underneath.

Damn, his arms are fucking nice.

It felt like I was at one of those college frat boy car washes when the boy began to spray down the whole car.

He had glanced back at me a few times, but I didn’t even pay attention to the smile that was growing on my face. My car was completely wet (and so was I), and when he placed the hose back in its spot, he came up to me. The muscle shirt stuck to his skin, outlining his chest. “You wanna help?” He tipped his head up when he stood up to me.

Luckily, I was wearing my sunglasses because I was staring bad. “Sure why not” My purse was extra heavy, and I decided to put it away. “I’m Chris, by the way” I unlocked my car to put my purse in the passenger seat from the driver's seat, forcing myself to extend over, and pocket my keys into the back of my jean shorts.

My shorts accidentally began to ride up and I finally shut my door and I glanced back at the brunette boy, whose eyes were still panned down, staring at my ass. His eyes looked hungry, but I cleared my throat and his eyes peered back up at me with a smirk on his handsome face. I leered at the bulge that was growing a tent in his jeans. He passed me a humongous wet sponge and the excess water splattered on my top.

I didn’t wear a bra as I was just making errands and my nipples hardened in my shirt. “Chris!” He chuckled a bit before he ran away from me and I chased him. I grabbed the hose, turning it on, and attempted to spray him.

Once I got him, his shirt was completely drenched and his skin looked. So. Fucking. Good.

“Fuck! You got me all wet” he screamed while laughing, I could say the same. Carefully, I watched Chris slung his wife-beater over his head, revealing his bare chest.

Chris had put his shirt over his shoulder and I couldn’t help but stare. “What?” He looked at himself, checking if anything was off, but I was gaping at his jeans hanging off with his boxers showing.

“No, nothing, you’re just hot and all” I admitted, making Chris’ confidence level even higher than it already was. “Hot enough to let me hit?” Chris raised his eyebrow. His cockiness was extremely attractive to me and I couldn’t hold myself back.

Being held up, my back was against the car, pressing his warm body against mine. Chris kissed my neck, nuzzling his face along my jawline and my neck. He rutted his hips against my clothed pussy, and when he ploughed into me, my car door was unlocked.

“Your skin is so beautiful, baby." Chris gripped my neck with his large hand, pulling me in closer to kiss each other sloppily.

Lifting up my shirt, he exposed my bare tits, then he hoisted me up to suck my nipples. “We shouldn’t waste these lips hm?” He nibbled on them before I unzipped his jeans, releasing his cock from its restraint. Chris loosened me of his grip, letting me crouch down and plant on my feet.

I tugged on the band of Chris’ boxers, yanking them off and allowing me to hold his length in my hand. I leisurely stroked his cock, licking the tip to earn whimpers and moans, spitting on his dick, I jerked it as it throbbed in my hand “Stroke that shit baby, fuck.”

My hand glided along his length, rubbing my thumb upon his sensitive pink tip. Chris grasped my car roof and he suppressed his bitchy moans.

I stuffed his dick into my mouth, moving my head along with it. “You’re so fucking good at this” I hollowed my cheeks, making a loud sucking sound when Chris pushed his length to hit the back of my throat. Tilting Chris’ cock in his mouth to access more inches, his lips parted and moaned loudly.

Placing my lips to the side of his length, I sucked lazily on the head of his dick, stroking the end of Chris’ shaft. He pulled his cock out from between my lips and I raised up from my feet.

Chris turned me around for my ass to push up on his crotch and he lowered my shorts. “Let me get in this pussy, baby” He slid my thong to the side, adding pressure with his tip against my clit.

He had jerked his cock on my slit a few times before he inserted his dick in my wetness, moaning as he felt my slick walls tighten around him.

Once his length nestled in my pussy, he began to thrust into me at a quick speed, holding my waist as he pulled me onto him. “Yes please, yes, yes” I yelled when his hand came into contact with my right ass cheek, making my eyes close shut. Chris had dug deep in my cunt, pecking my back with little kisses and moans in-between.

Rutting his hips made my body shift forward, letting me take one inch at a time, before speeding up. My brain couldn’t even come up with words because of how hard Chris was hitting my g-spot, triggering my eyes to roll back.

One of his hands slipped down, creating friction with my clit as my lips separated, releasing uncontrollable moans and mumbles “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Chris’ lips latched onto my neck while I felt my climax give me rushes of ecstasy.

I screamed his name and I clenched around him, letting my juices coat his length. Chris’ thrusts had gotten sloppy and when he came, he left his cock nestled in me until we caught our breaths and he pulled out. He quickly turned me around and I let go of what I was holding myself up with, watching Chris get on his knees to clean up our mixed liquids from my thighs and pussy.

When Chris got up, he opened the driver's seat door to help me in, closing the other door. “Come around again, ok” I gripped my steering wheel, seeing the look on his face. Chris licked his lips while looking at mine before he went back into the store, and I saw him talking to Nate through the small window.

“Next time, do it inside the car, I have you two fucking on the security cameras”

tags: @lunariaxzz @chrissturniolosbitch @leahsbussy @mattslolita @muwapsturniolo @idkwhosnyla @strniohoeee @iiheartstef @nonamegirlxsturniolo @ka1nani @1800chokedathoe @fuzzycupcakebeliever @mattgirly @love4chris @mattslutt @nickgetsmewetter @luhsexcbihh @hearts4chriss @thenickgirl @jnkvivi

#chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #fan fiction #fan fic #christopher sturniolo smut #sturniolo smut #smut #hoesformatt

[tacit-semantics]

Kinda miss working with z scores honestly I liked my little chart :/

#z scores baby if you’re out there. hit me up. my statistics final SUCKED we did it online but my laptop wasn’t compatible with the software #so I went to take it at the library whereupon I realized that they had replaced the computers and the new ones didn’t have webcams so I had #to haul my ass to a DIFFERENT library and try it there but then the software wouldn’t let me in so I tried a different library and then the #and then to a different one which didn’t work and then to the first one again alllll as time is ticking down and nothing is working and I’m #texting everyone I know asking if I can borrow something anything then I tried checking out a laptop from the library and the whole time I’m #like visibly having a panic attack having trouble talking repeating myself and the software STILL isn’t working and eventually I do some #ridiculous thing where I check out a laptop turn it back in immediately take a picture of the reciept and send that to the professor in the #hopes that she would take pity on me but that wasn’t a given because my grandma died earlier that same semester on the same day I had a test #and when I told her that she told me I couldn’t reschedule unless I had proof so um. i took the test. anyways so yeah I wasn’t counting on #it but as SOON as I send the email I get an email from her saying the software wasn’t working and we’d all just be doing the test without it #anyways so I haul my ass to a table stilllll in the damn library and start taking the test and realize halfway thru that my wallet was no #longer in my pocket at which point I just sorta gave up #anyways the wallet was at the front desk and I did NOT do good on that test #or actually I did better than I thought I just looked it up I got an 81 that might’ve been after curve. anyways I DID get an a in the class #but lord. at what cost #tacit rambles

[o-nik]

GUYS, LISTEN!

I am doing half body line art commissions for people who donate 10 DOLLARS (USD) or more to PCRF (Palestine Children's Relief Found)!

You have to show me proof of your donation, so the RECIEPT that you will be recieving on your email after you have completed the donation

HERE IS THE LINK

You can get multiple drawings from me, IF you donate multiple times!!!

Though it's a line art drawing, it will be colored with a grey tone in the end

If you are interested DM me anywhere on my socials

I'm gonna reblog this with my DOs and DON'Ts, please check that out!

#palestine children's relief fund #pcrf #palestine donation #donate to palestine #palestine #commissions for palestine #commissions #commission info #comms open #palestine genocide #support palestine #help palestine #I am going to tag the fandoms I've drawn for so it reaches more ppl pls dont be mad at me #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #marble hornets #dhmis #moomin #mutant mayhem #the owl house #the moomins #creepypasta #tma #tma art #eddsworld #palestine will be free #palestine resources #palestine support #palestine gaza

[lebuc]

find yourself

* should you find yourself with a hammer in your hand, seek a nail - not a head to hit.

if you find youself holding a pencil or pen & some paper, or in front of a blank screen, cursor flashing

seek to record thoughts, feelings or bodily energy - not a cash register reciept, metaphoricallly…

meaning, write of & for life, not just to make a buck

unless you're hard up & are fortunate to know there's a market ready for it.

this is not prescriptive - it's a free country, last i checked…

i just wish for yous, that

how, when & wherever you find yourself

may your talents find you firmly on soild ground,

not languishing about on someone else's shelf. * 9/23 - lebuc - find yourself

P.S.: same with a brush, musical instrument, some clay, scrap metal, fabric, paper mache, etc…

#poetry #poets on tumblr #creative writing #free verse #spilled ink #twc #writerscreed #poetryriot #alt lit #find yourself

[strongermonster]

customers are so goddamn aggrivating oh my god.

we have a sale at work. buy 5 books, the 5th book is free. this sale does stack, (eg if you buy 10 books, 2 books are free. if you buy 20 books, 4 are free.) it is always the lowest price books that are free. the scan order does not affect this. the cashier cannot override this.

so i see this guy w a shopping cart FULL of books from all different price points heading towards the self checkout, and i decide i'm in a good mood, i'm gonna be nice.

i stop him and say if you do multiple check outs, you save money. eg if the books price points are $5.99 down to $1.99, you save more if you scan only your $5.99's, pay, then scan only your $4.99's, pay, etc etc. bc you're guaranteed that way to get at least 1 of your most expensive book price points for free, vs scanning them as a lump, you only get the $1.99's for free.

he looks at me blankly like i'm the dumbest person on earth. he gives me a "you want me to buy some of my stuff and then go get back in line like 10 times?"

🤦‍♀️ ok maybe i wasn't clear. i tell him no, no, just stay at the self checkout, i will stand with you, i'll guide you through it. please god just trust me, i am trying to help you. he is still looking at me like i'm the idiot. i start to question that maybe i am the idiot.

I PULL OUT MY PHONE AND SOME RECIEPT PAPER AND DO EXAMPLE MATH FOR HIM. i show him the savings in the example would be $10.04.

"that's not much." "no that... that was the savings for the example i used, where the books are 5 each at 5 uniform price points, i don't know what you have in your cart. look, maybe i'm making this too complicated. you save money if you do it my way, that's all i can say." "well i don't know what you want me to do here." "i... th-the prices are on the books? actually, i have time, i can do this for you...? i can open up a register if you want? we can get you some savings, i'll do all the work :)" (much harumphing on his part. he is very wary and clearly thinks i am trying to trick him, or do something illegal.) (i tell him if he changes his mind, he can come find me, and walk away to contemplate many things 🙊🙉🙈 ) (i go back later and check the receipt logs for the day. he did not do it my way and overpaid by much money)

#jj stuff

[knifvd]

quick , obligatory new year's eve post . thank you to everyone for always being so kind , accomodating , and amazing to me and welcoming me back from my third blog once again :pleading: . you guys make me so happy to write and i can't wait to continue to do so into the new year . i'm gonna b a little gay after this , but i want to give a special thanks 2 these people .

@killerhubby ori , my love . thank u for being one of the main reasons i continue to write and come back to tumblr . i've only known u for a couple months but it feels like years , and now we're married and i pocket sage you ? we're clearly 4lyfers and i ripped up the return reciept . you're mine ( and im urs ) forever n ever . icb i used to be afraid of u , but i'm so so blessed 2 have u in my life . here's to u moving in w me so i can finally pee on ur desk ( real ) i can't wait to continue to write and hang out with u more . thank u for helping me feel safe and loved nd welcome . love u lotsa .

@stamour god we need to get off this godforsaken app LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO but somehow we always come back to each other . thank you for turning away whenever i bring aiko back from the dead for the 30th time and always always indulging with me and making fun of the rpc w me . i'm so glad to have made a friend like you and making this site bearable . okay lets go just send each other inboxes and never do threads threads are overrated <3

@solivcgant mochi . i love you . you've seen me through it all and i am so BLESSED to have met u and for you to always put up with my shit . i love writing and talking with you and you always follow me even though ive been through a billion blogs . you're always a pleasure to write with and talk to and i appreciate you not giving up on me when i take forever and a day to respond . xoxo ily

@daemonry god they've been friends for too long but hi we still need to sprint it on some LEAGUE together ( real ) but you're always super fun to talk to and write with , so thank you for putting up with me and all my stupid muses .

@valhiir em... my love ... my one connection to the league community ... you're an AMAZING writer i know i still owe you that soraka reply but ill give it to you soon . thank you for always checking up on me and messaging me even though you don't have to and ive been awol for thirteen years :sob: i cant wait to write more with you in this upcoming year and force u to adc for me ( mwahahahha ) ...

@galaxythixf NOVAAA aa i absolutely adore writing with you and talking with you ooc , thank you for letting me scream in your ear about any little thing whether it be something abt life , val , our muses , anything . heres to playing val and all the angst in the future for us !

and ofc , shouts out to @ferinehuntress , @florspinae , @puckish-rogue , @tealsteel , @dimensionalspades , @un1awful , @todestochter & @pinkminxed for putting up with me spamming u with silly questions , chatting with me ooc when i'm a scared little weenie and writing with me . here's to writing more in the future <3

and of course , last but not least , you , the person reading this . thank you for being here and supporting me while i attempt to be active and explore my muses . i cant wait to get to know all of you and write with you more . and with that being said .

pees on 2024's desk . thank you for coming to my ted talk .

♥ love , bunny

#bunny speaks ‚ ooc. #long post / #ask 2 tag #hygiene /

[poppyandzena]

This part of the video you archived caught my attention, 5:45. Poppy basically plays semantics to try and clear herself of abuse allegations. The definition she provided is a form of financial abuse, but it’s by no means the only type of financial abuse. Just because the victim has access to their funds, doesn’t mean they aren’t being financially abused. As a therapist, she fucking knows this.

Poppy also completely brushes over how her child wrote a letter of abuse allegations against her and Zena and yet is completely baffled when said child escapes and cuts off all contact. If your response to your child writing an entire letter detailing abuse from you and your partner is to go "nuh-uh, our reciepts say otherwise" instead of self-reflecting, then you're a horrible parent. I'm so fucking glad this child is not blood related to her.

Notice how Poppy also doesn't mention the child accessed any of HER funds, just their own trust fund they're entitled to and the COVID relief. As an adult, Poppy's kid, whom I'll call A from now on, would have received a little over 2k cumulatively their own from the relief checks.

I've done some surface level research. If I'm correct, A went to college after high school. COVID happened right in the middle of their college attendance, and then they graduated in 2022. As a recent graduate, getting as job has been FUCKING DIFFICULT in a post-COVID world, and it would have been difficult for A to get a job while balancing their college classes.

Poppy is lying by omission when she says the trust fund was for college and it was drained, implying A never went to college. They did. They also had to deal with Poppy and Zena's pitiful antics prior and post graduation.

"[A] would cry at just the right decible on purpose for me to dissociate." Way to invalidate your child's distress, you fucking cretin. You're not the only one in the world with triggers and mental health issues. To imply that the mere EXISTENCE of A's upset is a purposeful manipulation to make YOU suffer is so self-centered that the irony of you admitting to being terrified of patients with NPD is a fucking self-report.

Spoiled children who aren't abused don't devise a secret escape plan to leave you. It's much easier to soak up mommy's money if they really are the petulant, manipulative child you try to make them out to be. I have every right to believe A when they went out of their way to put a spotlight to your abuse, TO YOUR ADMITTANCE, and then escape when they realized you most likely give more of a shit about incest furry porn and your dead channel than about the emotional welfare of your child.

#poppy #poppy and zena #zena and poppy #zena #ladydiabolique #poppy diabolique #poppy & zena #zenaandpoppyonyoutube

[og-dick-adam]

*Checks the mailing reciept and hands it over* An angelic windchime sir. With feathers and gold bells, I don’t know how this got past the regulations maybe they bribed Geoff he’ll let stuff slip for cash

... Wtf am I supposed to use this for????

#dickmaster🍎💫 #ask blog #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel #character blog #hazbin hotel ask blog #adam hazbin hotel

[jopetkasi]

Sunday morning found me cycling around the village. I dare not go out na since a full loop around my place is already 12km total. I did three loops then starting from Luzon st then circled around and ending at madrigal drive. we finished with breakfast at Mr. Tan's house. small group lang kami around 5 or 6 guys showed up.

hindi na din nagparamdam yung boyfriend ko. i did sent him an sms if puede kami magusap but no replies so far. so i am taking it as the end of another short-lived engagement. so i guess, i won't be calling him boyfriend anymore but just another ex in the long list of exes.

akala ko naman hindi na ako iiyak considering the failed relationships i had but when when i was taking a shower, i cried. hindi naman ako nagka breakdown pero i felt so sad for myself. alam mo yung tears na tahimik lang pero alam mo mabigat yung hugot? yan that's it.

i cried not because of the ex but more so the reality that no guy has taken me seriously.

natigil lang yung pagiyak ko ng nagpatugtog ng "Spagetthing Pababa" ng Sex bomb Dancers yung driver namin habang naglilinis ng kotse. alam nyo na, yung mga tugtog na pang Sunday.

Panira ng moment, puta.

i joined the family for mass and lunch. then took another long afternoon nap.

woke up past six and reflex got me checking my phone to see for any messages. nada. none. wala.

i went down but the rest was in another auntie's house for dinner. walang problema. I ordered food delivery.

while waiting for grab, i decided to walk around our street.

yung mga aso ng kapitbahay namin nagtitirahan....gusto ko sanang kumuha ng asin at buhusan sila...ke lalandi.

yung maid ni Mrs. Castro naghahalikan with the security guard sa may kanto...gusto ko din silang buhusan ng asin. mas malandi.

then dumating yung grab...

grab: delivery po para ke Miss Josie

me: sinong Josie?

grab shows reciept.

Jopet kuya, hindi Josie!

at dyan natpaos ang weekend ko.

[alarrytale]

"Waiters and servers at parties are handed NDAs to sign and H and L rent out entire resturants or venues to ensure their privacy. H and L were out with Lewis Capaldi some years ago and he talked about it in interviews, but only mentioning being with one of them. But then pics came out where it was clear they both were there." If we believe that the voice very similar to H´s (funniest is someone even said his name like two times) from Lotties video from the restaurant right before Christmas really belongs to H - and it makes sense because imo it was for Louis´ birthday celebration with family and closest friends of theirs and H was mia until Dec 25th anyway - you can see that the restaurant is empty at least from where Lottie shoot the video. So when there´s some bigger event with both of them, they surely rent the whole restaurant.

Anyway, they were out with Lewis Capaldi? Do you have those pics? I love Lewis, love how cute friendship he has with Niall and totally adored how H got Brit award but when he saw Lewis, he totally ignored the rest and went to him, they kissed on lips like it´s a normal thing for them lmao and them hugging for ages became such a little viral moment of the night (right after H being too gone for Stanley Tucci haha). So if there´s any evidence like I didn´t know there is, please tell me more! Oh and I´m still waiting for Lewis to kiss Louis since that IG follow and Lewis even knows we are waiting lmao.

Hi, anon!

Yep, they do what they need to do. Things have a way to get out anyways though, so we know about several of these events. Check out my "fan story" tag for reciepts and my "larry evidence" tag for more confirmed stuff.

Lewis has been out together with one or both of them at least twice that we know of. Here is a tiktok of a girl's parents meeting the three of them out on a rooftop bar in London. I could have sworn we got a pic of H and Lewis from that roof top bar, H in a white t-shirt and Lewis in a bomber jacket, but i can't find it...

Here is Louis and Lewis in a bar in LA from august/sept 2020. Could't find a better pic for you, sorry.

Source

#lewis capaldi #larry evidence

[strawberrybabydog]

i bought some adorable storage bins the other day (priced 12.99 or something close) & when i went up to the till they were like "87$ please" and i was like.... um ok

i check my reciept they charged me 27$ for each bin??

i should definitely be more pissed that the price tag completely lied to me but the bins are so perfect that im kinda not mad.... i mean.. theyre already in my house after all.......

the "locks" on the side can be flipped over and turned into handles, its got wheels and both sides have a "cut out door" that opens without taking the lid off.. they stack perfectly... sorry to lose my mind over plastic bins rn what a time to be alive

#the bin isnt glittering btw thats the reflection of the curtain thing behind it #anyways can you tell im an Organizing type autistic yet ♡ #not dog #personal

[fuck-customers]

Customers are allergic to being wrong, even for trivial things and it's so annoying. I work at a theater and I take tickets at the door. Ever since we changed to the cheaper reciept paper years ago, the individual tickets are prone to falling off in the 20 or so feet between the box office and the front door. And the conversation basically always goes like this:

Me: [says greeting, takes tickets]

Me: 'Oh! It looks like you're missing one." [Checks reciept] "It says you paid for all of them, so it probably just fell off outside."

Customer: "Well this is all they gave me! Just use the reciept!"

Me: "Unfortunately, I can't. The receipts even have 'not valid for admission' printed on them. I'm sure the ticket just fell off outside."

And then it goes back and forth a couple times while they basically accuse me off conspiring to steal their money by denying them entry that they paid for while I try to persuade them to just please go look outside to see if it fell off before I give up and go:

Me: "Stay right here for a second, please." [Walks over, opens door, picks up the lost ticket from the ground right outside]

Me: "here, this one matches the rest, so here's your last ticket."

Customer: [silently takes ticket and goes in without so much as a "sorry"]

[cryptidjeepers]

hey this is just a heads up to anyone purchasing and selling on etsy: check your messages. etsy did not send me a reciept for my last purchase and when i talked to support, i still wasn't receiving their transaction emails. it's apparently a running issue with etsy not sending emails. I just had to contact the seller for a refund and they told me they were also having issues on their end. they're going to hopefully refund me. but this is ltierally the second time etsy has fucked me over. i cant even change my email because the support emails arent going through!!

#etsy #etsyseller #etsyshop