#i got a refund but jesus fucking christ

[dani-the-goblin]

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#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH #just not my fucking day #garbage disposal is broken #internet went down #and I ordered myself lunch but the guy took it to the WRONG BUILDING. I tried to say something too but nah #and idk if yall remember but my foot is fucked #so I had to track it down hobbling in my fucking BOOT #and now suprise suprise it hurts again #i got a refund but jesus fucking christ #i just wanted to finish my chapter and eat some nuggets #dani screams into the void

[niccage]

Do you think the fact that ive called my mom crying no less than 12 times this week will make up for the fact that im about to bring a second uninvited dog to Christmas tomorrow morning

#it’s not mine lol just dogsitting #but Jesus fucking Christ it’s been such a week i forgot to even ask if it was cool #like everything that could go wrong has #roscoe sprained his leg #our boiler stopped working in the middle of a blizzard #we’ve got frozen pipes #my boss accused my coworker and me of stealing/misplacing $4k worth of supplies when he’d actually refunded it and pocketed the money #the list goes on and on and on and im losing my mind HFHDHSHSH #HAPPPPPPY HOLIDAYS

[rubberduckyrye]

You know I hate to be a fucking Karen, but... I’m going to be a Karen

If I order something from grub hub and it’s from far away? Yeah I expect it to be kinda cold when it gets here. But when I’m ordering grub hub from a 7-11 just down the block because I forgot to buy groceries, something that should take a driver... I don’t know, less than ten minutes to get to my house from...

And then that driver just fucking sits at the parking lot of a bar just down the road from me and my food gets fucking freezing cold because I guess she really needed some fucking margarita, ON TOP OF her just getting lost for like, 5 minutes???? On a single road???? And THEN she calls me and I--I just. Give her my address again. That’s all I did. I don’t know why she couldn’t find it the first time, I literally just gave her my address (Then again maybe it was the margarita talking) and then she finally found my home!!! Except when I told her I had a bad back and to leave it at my door (which is on the side of the house) and that I’d turn a light on for her and meet her at my door, she just. Said “Okay I’m going to leave it at your front door.”

And when I told her no, not the front door, the side door, and I would beet her there, she just yessed me to death and I hang up, am standing and waiting for her for five minutes (with a spinal injury!!! By the way!!!) Before I finally go and get my food from the front (because she literally just ignored me completely and left) which is not only fucking freezing, but is damaged!!!

Like yeah I’m gonna get a fucking refund for that experience!!! Especially since it was the driver’s fucking fault that my food was fucking cold! I had to chat with two Grubhub agents because the first one was like “Ummmm cold food isn’t a quality issue so we can’t do anything”

Yes you can you fucking liar! Your driver caused the quality issue! And the damage to my food!!! For fucks sake!!!

Thankfully the second one was a normal person and gave me a refund but good fucking LORD.

#salty time #god I hate people sometimes #I'm gonna go fucking feral #at least I got my food #it was crushed but edible #and got a partial refund #Like!!! I wasn't even asking for a refund on the soda I got!!! That was perfectly fine #jesus fucking christ #what a headache

[cryptidjeepers]

My youtube is absolutely flooded with these cold ass take drama clickbait its fucking insane. Their apology (from what i saw) was well received. The entire situation wasnt even that big of a deal after things got sorted. Why are these wannabe drama channels so obsessed with such a nothing issue. "Wild apology"???? They gave REFUNDS and free access to patreon supporters. They agreed they fucked up??? And changed their plan accordingly. They still have things to fix but jesus christ move on already 😭😭😭 just saying, there are literal youtubers that were accused of grooming that got treated better by the drama new cycle than a youtube channel that just wanted more income. Im so tired of hearing about it now

#all the other ones are still calling them greedy and obviously just trying to get that moist critkal click engagement #i just hate how people are still trying to inflate the issue when they literally arent involved or werent even fans #watcher #they will find something else to talk about in a few days but jesus its unavoidable #watcher entertainment #there were issues but it was a community issue that was dealt with i hate when this kind of stuff gets picked up by nobodies on the internet #with mothing better to do #they didnt even do anything illegal or evil for fucks sake

[vukovich]

HI THIS IS PRIMA

I formally request: “One Last Time” by Ariana Grande ❤️

The Wrong Sort

Draco half-rolled, half-fell onto his back, his skin sweaty against Harry’s sheets.  He licked his dry lips and exalted the plaster ceiling with, “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Harry’s head settled onto Draco’s chest, and Draco ran fingers through his sweaty curls.  Harry let out a self-congratulatory “mm hm."

“We’re entirely too good at that.”  Draco’s thundering heartbeat came to a canter, and he relaxed into the pillows.  “We should co-author a book.”

Harry hummed again, drowsily, but his breathing didn’t slow.  His jaw muscle pulsed against Draco’s chest.

“Pen names,” Draco said curtly, the solution to the unspoken problem.  “Just two unknown blokes, writing the book on fucking,” he said, confidence waning at the end.  “Just… some… blokes.”

Harry didn’t reply, but he didn’t pretend to fall asleep.  Normally, he fell asleep on Draco’s chest afterward.  But maybe Draco didn’t know what ‘normal’ was yet.  He only had a sample size of a dozen nights, or maybe fifty, but probably closer to a hundred.  Not that he’d been counting.

But tonight was different.

He wiggled down in bed until Harry’s forehead was against his chin.  He kissed Harry’s scar, then spoke against his skin.  “I got your wedding invitation in the post today.”

At that, Harry deigned fit to speak, but not until he’d drawn a full breath from against Draco’s skin.  “I still have yours in my vault.”

Draco scoffed.  “You do not.”

“Mm hm,” Harry hummed again, wrapping an arm and leg over Draco.  “Between the gilding and the misprint, it might be worth something.”

Draco scoffed again and laced his fingers with Harry’s, then pulled until Harry’s arm was tucked fully around his chest.  “Between the gifts, the refunded deposits, and the travel insurance, that wedding was quite valuable.  Even split two ways.”

“How is Astoria, anyway?”  Harry mouthed at Draco’s chest hair.

Draco slapped him lightly on the shoulder.  “Changing the subject.” Harry went still, but was too tense to be sleeping.  Draco let out a sigh that was all but relaxed.  “You told me.”

Harry barely moved air when he whispered, “I know.”

“You specifically said you wouldn’t let it get to invitations.”

“I know.”

“Because invitations means expenses, and they can’t afford it.”

“I know.”  Harry’s arm and leg were dead weight.

“But you said you’d call it off before she picked a date, too, so why did I believe you about the invitations?  Why did I believe you when you said you wouldn’t buy her a ring?”  Draco’s chest and face ran hot, and the tips of his ears burned.  “Why do I always fucking believe you, Harry?”

Harry had the decency to sniffle and hold Draco tighter.  “I don’t know.”

Harry’s tears dropped and smeared against Draco’s shoulder.  Draco wrapped his arm around the back of Harry’s head and pulled him close.  He buried his face in soft curls and whispered, halfway to a smile, “I’ll come, you know.”

Harry said nothing, but his cheek crinkled in a grin, and he rolled his weight against Draco.

“Don’t think I won’t.”  Draco stroked the curls from Harry’s forehead and kissed him again.  “I’ll show up at your wedding on a Thestral.”  Harry tried to hide his smile against Draco’s shoulder.  “I’ll show up stark naked on a bloody Thestral and announce that you, Mister Potter,” Draco tugged his curls with his lips, “are no marriageable maiden.”

“I know,” Harry snort-laughed into Draco’s armpit.  

“No blushing bridegroom here, folks!”  Draco hoisted himself up on one elbow and shoved Harry onto his back.  “Go home, everyone, this man has been sullied!  He is unfit for the marriage bed!”

Harry grinned up at him, his hands clasped behind Draco’s neck, and in a split-second Draco saw his future and his doom written in curls against cotton.

Draco let himself be pulled down, onto Harry, between his thighs, inside him again that night.

After Harry came, and Draco admitted ejaculatory defeat, they lay together again, this time with Harry’s back against Draco’s side.  Draco rolled over, curling himself around Harry.

Draco hated begging, and this felt like begging.  “Owl me as soon as you call it off?”

Harry wrapped Draco’s hand around his, then brought their knuckles to his lips.  “I will.”

--

He didn’t.

Months ticked by, and no Owl message came.  Harry came.  Plenty.  His house became off limits, so he came to Draco’s.  He came to Draco’s bed more than he stayed in his own.

He came with flowers, with candy, and once with a set of cufflinks.

Draco accepted them out of politeness.  “You’re buying me jewelry?”

“I… yeah.”

He also came with excuses.

“I’ll call it off by the end of the month,” he’d say. “Before we pick a venue.”  And then, “Next week.”  

Last night, he’d said, “Tomorrow.”

Tonight, he says, “I”ll just not show up tomorrow.”

Draco is on his side, running one hand up and down Harry’s back.  “Leave her at the altar, hm?”

Harry turns his face towards Draco, a smirk already on it.  “That’s an old joke.”

“What is?”  Draco pinches the bridge of Harry’s glasses and pulls.

Harry lifts his head and lets Draco remove his glasses.  “How could anyone leave a woman like that at the altar?” he says from an old script.

“How?” Draco folds Harry’s glasses and puts them on the nightstand.

Harry smirks again.  “Fuckin’ fast, is how ya leave her.”

“That’s terrible.”  Draco gives him a courtesy chuckle, then turns out the bedside lamp.  “What time do you think you’ll be at the cottage?”

In the moonlight, Draco catches a twitch in Harry’s jaw muscle that wipes his schedule tomorrow clean.  “Depends,” Harry mutters.  “Whether she Avada Kedavra’s me immediately, or gets the whole family to join in.”

Draco’s smile is fake, but he tightens his lips to make his words come out convincingly.  “So, six-ish, then?”

Harry’s face is placid, but he huffs a laugh.  “Eight, at the latest.”

--

There are too many people here for a cancelled wedding.  It’s standing room only on the south lawn of the Burrow.

The invitations said 11 AM, so Draco had shown up at 11:30.  It couldn’t take more than a half hour for a crowd to clear out after Ginevra Weasley’s public embarrassment.

But there are hundreds of people.

Draco lingers at the edge of the field, where it meets the orchard.  He can’t see anything in front of the crowd apart from a sliver of a rose-covered arch.

He stands on tip-toe to no avail, wishing he could elbow someone and casually ask, “Did Potter show up?” and then when they say he didn’t, Draco would reply, “Oh, you don’t say?  And what’s that?  He yelled that he’s bent as a tin nail and that he’s met the love of his life?  Oh, how shocking!”

And then he would exit quietly, stealing himself a piece of cake on the way.  No, two pieces of cake.  And he’d meet Harry at the cottage, and they’d stay in bed and feed each other cake between goes.

But Draco can’t ask that, and he can’t see past the crowd or why they’re all still gathered.  Maybe everyone is still waiting for Harry to show up.  The Weasley groomsmen would be getting restless.  Ginny’s bridesmaids would be cooing platitudes to her.  Granger would be screaming into a Howler and sending it.

Draco bounces on his tip-toes, but still can’t see.

He glances around, into the orchard behind him.  How fun would it be to wait for Harry’s ‘bent as a tin nail’ speech on the bough of a tree, then holler down at him while eating an apple?  For the nostalgia.

Draco hoists himself onto a low branch, the bark rough against his wool trousers.  The apples are still green, but he picks a large one and shines it on his shirt.

Just as he’s about to take a bite, he looks down, into the crowd.

Harry is on the dais.  Not giving a speech.

He’s holding a ring.  But only briefly.  The ring slides home on Ginny’s finger, and Draco’s apple tumbles to the ground.

Draco stares, unbreathing, as Ginny accepts a ring from a frizzy-haired girl.  His brain goes blanks as Ginny takes Harry’s hand, holding it between them, above her belly.

She’s pregnant.

Draco’s feet hit the ground, eyes shut, because he cannot, in his life, see another second of that.  It’s like getting a lifetime dose of radiation.  A single particle more, and it would mean his deathbed.

He has to force his eyes open as enters the orchard at a quick march.  It’s as fast as he can walk without running, and he’ll be damned if Potter ever made him run from anything.

Harry God damned Potter.  And his shit promises.  And his flimsy lies.

Draco passes another tree with hard, green apples, and he rips one off, cracking the branch.  He slows to a walk as the orchard gives way to the west lawn.  A catering team is setting up a buffet under a tent.

Fuck Potter and his lies, and his wife, and his ugly fucking baby. 

On his way past the steam trays, Draco casts a wandless Extinguo along the tray warmers.  His shoes crunch against gravel.  He avoids eye contact with all the people in aprons, his path a straight line toward the gate.

Fuck Potter and his whole fucking life, right down to the Draco-shaped hole in it.

The apple in his hand swings like the morningstar of a mace.

A levitating wedding cake rounds the bend.  Lofty white icing. Five layers.  One for every knuckle.

Draco rears back and punches the apple into the heart of the cake, leaves it there, and hopes it’s rotten.

#drarry #sad ending #implied infidelity #peculiar prompts #peculiar prompt

[you-aremy-sunshine]

#4 - i hate it when you stare - b.b.

summary: you have met this man once in your life, at a bar after you passed out. and the second time you meet him it definitely is less pleasant. thankfully you never ever have to see him again. except now you are forced on a plane with him to the mediterranean because the tickets are non-refundable. fuck this.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 1.3k

a/n: AHHH sorry for not posting last night!!! i like fell asleep right after workkk. anyways we're so close to halfway. OH! and i have a little bonus fic, its only like 500 words so idk. join my taglist!!

-- previously --

“where the fuck have you been.” bucky said as you swung the door open plopping your stuff on the floor.

“none of your business,” you said, kicking your flip-flops off, “why the fuck would you care.”

“maybe i was worried since you had run off for, i don’t know, six fucking hours!?” he exclaimed.

you walked past him, pushing him away from you via his chest. “calm down barnes, how would that affect you. rather i’d be glad.”

you pushed the bedroom door, thinking it was closed fully, you started stripping, heading towards the bathroom. you hopped in the shower, unbeknownst to you, watching you prance around the bedroom naked gave bucky a rock-hard problem…

-- current <3 --

jesus christ, james can’t you just act normally? you are such a fucking perv, so horny you’re getting off at the sight of her backside. he tried to just ignore it, distract himself, but after a bit of time he realized it wasn't going to work. trying to supress it was not going to solve his problem. a cold shower maybe? he knocked on the bedroom door, “are you done yet?” he asked.

“almost,” she said, a sting of annoyance in her voice.

the tent in his pants was not growing smaller. on the contrary, his moving around was making it worse.

bucky hopped on the sofa, grabbing one of the decorative pillows to hide his rock-hard situation. he used the pillow to rest his arms on while using his phone. bucky could hear the water turn off as she finished, and minutes later she walked out of the bedroom and changed into pajamas. she wore a spiderman shirt with sleep shorts that were definitely showing him too much of her butt to help his “little” problem.

“thank you so much for hurrying up,” he remarked.

“oh, you’re so welcome sergeant,” she said with a bright, sarcastic smile.

he ran into the bedroom as soon as she had her back turned to him. he got to the shower ripping off all his clothes, desperate to be relieved. he turned the shower handle so far down the blue line and jumped right in.

–

you snatched your book off of the floor and plopped down on the couch, excited to finally rest without james getting in the way. your peaceful reading was interrupted by breathy pants and moans coming from the room over. that room happened to be the bathroom.

bucky…?

“mmh,” he exclaimed, the moans muffled by the thin plaster wall. could it be? there was no one else that could be making the noises. the soft moans kept on, making it sound like he was having trouble…down there. listening to them made you feel kind of…turned on? something must have possessed you, because the next thing you know, your hand is crawling down. you dipped two fingers in, biting your lip not to make much noise.

why the fuck were his pants turning you on!?

this cannot be happening right now. you tried to go deeper, but your attempts were met with nothing. all of your toys were in your suitcase, in the bedroom. next to the bathroom. the bathroom that bucky is in. do you get the problem?

all the while bucky’s quiet moans weren’t as quiet anymore, making you even hornier. placing the book to the side, you got up, careful not to touch anything with the hand you were masturbating with, and washed your hands in the kitchen sink.

how are you supposed to relive yourself in a tiny house like this?? maybe kicky bucky out? no, that would be weird.

jesus christ, maybe when he gets groceries?

your train of thought cut off when you heard the glass door of the shower slam. you ran to the other side of the house just in case he wanted to know if you heard him.

a million scenarios ran through your head as soon as you boarded the plane, this was definitely not one of them. what in the world just happened.

“bathroom’s free,” he hollered from the room.

you walked into the room, and then the bathroom, wanting to finish up your night routine. bucky was in the corner of the room changing into blue shorts and a off-white ratty t-shirt. it seemed like his whole wardrobe was just dull grays and blues. it was very depressing, to say the least.

you had a shit ton of color in your wardrobe, even what you wore to sleep. you had on a black spiderman t-shirt with some pink and purple plaid sleep shorts on. i mean it didn’t exactly match but it worked for nighttime.

you walked out of the bathroom, and scanned the room for bucky.

“don’t you ever wear anything else but grey, black and blue,” you asked him, “its starting to get sad.”

“and she strikes again,” he said untucking the covers and slipping into the bed, “you must be obsessed with me or something.” he flashes a grin that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“god, won’t you shut the fuck up.”

“oh! that’s my call, sleep is waiting for me,” he turned over, away from you, “seems like the couch is calling you from outside this gorgeous bedroom.”

you flipped him off, even though he couldn’t see you, it was the principle.

the couch cushions were incredibly uncomfortable, and the icy night air was whisking around you. the blanket you stole from the bedroom did nothing.

you fell asleep an hour later than you would’ve liked but at least you fell asleep.

just kidding!! you barely got to sleep😍

breathing hard, you shot up, almost falling off the godforsaken couch. your eyes felt crunchy, almost like an orange peel left put for too long. you caught sight of the time glaring off of the microwave, 1:13 AM, it read.

right now, you had two options, 1, suffer through the night and sleep for tops three hours, or 2, suck it up and sleep next to bucky. at least in the bed you could sleep long enough to keep your sanity for longer tomorrow, or today, i should say.

bucky it is!

grabbing the blanket you waddled back into the bedroom, only to find bucky sprawled across the bed. his head lay in one corner his feet in the other in a diagonal manner. you attempted to scoop up his head and drag him to the other side, but he was heavy.

you tried again with his legs, but no luck. no way in heaven or hell could you carry a 200+ pound man.

“bucky,” you tried to shake him awake.

“james,” nothing, he was unresponsive.

“barnes, move the fuck over,” you whisper-yelled. still nothing. maybe if you try…

“i’ll give you head if you move over,” you joked, giggling to yourself at the ridiculous idea.

he moved to the side closest to the wall. he moved.

“you’re so goddamn horny, james,” you laughed to yourself.

“i held up my end, you gotta hold up yours,” he rasped, amused.

“i hope you get a nightmare,” you said, still grinning.

in response all he did was chuckle.

–

you woke up to the smell of french toast and greek coffee greeting your nose. you quickly got up and brushed your teeth before heading to the tiny kitchen.

“what’s cooking, good looking?” you asked, kind of laughing to yourself.

“just some breakfast,” bucky tilted the pan, so you could see, “wait, what did you say?” he took a double take.

“nothing,” you said, chuckling a bit.

“well, someone’s in a good mood today,” bucky said, tossing the french toast onto two plates, “she must have had some good sleep last night.”

you rolled your eyes, remembering what you said as a joke, then bucky taking it seriously.

you grabbed the juice that you got from the mini supermarket from the fridge, along with the complimentary maple syrup. they also gave you complimentary jam and condiments.

you poured a good amount on top of your stack of toast, not shy of a good drowning.

while bucky didn’t even put syrup on his.

“what are you? insane??” you exclaimed, gesturing to his dry french toast.

“i figured that you had enough for the both of us,” he said sarcastically, holding back a smile.

“whatever,” you said, with a cheeky grin on your face.

“here,” he said, while pouring you both juice.

to be perfectly honest this little morning thing you had going on with bucky at the moment seemed a bit too couple-y for your taste. but right now, who cares? it’s fun playing pretend.

yeah sureeee “pretend” whatever makes u feel better

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[gvftea]

I’ve got soooo much to say fr

I’m sorry but I just gotta get all of this off my chest.

Lemme just start with the (*) replacing letters in words. I just fucking can’t, it’s so comical at this point. It’s gone way too far.

These 4 20 something year old men from Michigan are NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR FEELINGS. Jesus Christ, I’m a teacher and my little students know better. You are responsible for how you feel. THEY DO NOT OWE YOU ANYTHING AT ALL.

If you’re boycotting Greta because same went to Starbucks I do not want to see a single one of you at the shows. Honestly you should refund your ticket and go donate it to something useful.

And now

Mac Saturn.

We do not condone that behavior that Evan admitted to. That’s disgusting and he deserves the worst! However the other guys, I truly feel like a lot (not all) are just jumping in on the me too train because no one has said anything til now is wild. And some of you guys are putting your story out there and it’s obvious that it’s a pick me moment because the story is so far beyond (abuse)

And has anybody stopped to think that maybe he didn’t tell his friends the entire truth?? Like maybe they trusted this person and when all this happened I’d bet money on it that Evan told the rest of the guys “man my ex is crazy she’s trying to get me in trouble” and all of his friends were prob like yeah fuck that bitch! I’m I’ve had those moments with my friends and you want to believe them so bad because you’re their friend and you trust them. People really need to stop and look at the big picture before throwing stones at a band that didn’t give the full story

And you know what they don’t owe you the full story anyway.

There’s so much more I want to get off my chest. Thanks for listening.

#greta van fleet #gvf #josh gvf #sam gvf #jake gvf #josh kiszka #danny wagner #danny gvf #jake kiszka #sam kiskza

[rf-times]

I need some advice. I recently was broken up with and I'm reeling from it. We met when i was 19 and he was 32 and we ended up hooking up 6 years ago. He didn't tell me until after we hooked up that he had a wife which started a crazy feud, but he eventually divorced his wife and convinced me to be in a relationship with him. The relationship was pretty rocky at first because he was very emotionally abusive. Like he would constantly reprimand me for doing the wrong thing and saying the wrong thing and would lecture me for hours and not let me sleep until I agreed with him. I used to live with him sometimes because my mom got evicted and i couldn't hold down a stable job because I had an untreated learning disability and he would pick fights with me every day when I would say/ do the wrong thing and sometimes he would even kick me out.

While he did all this its v confusing bc he was also very good to me at the same time?? He helped me out when I was evicted and let me live rent free with him. He helped me get my diagnosis and helped me look for a job. He helped me get over some of my insecurities and would urge me to go to therapy and helped me get my driver's license. The last 2 years he started becoming more spiritual and became a lot nicer to me (He would still reprimand me but not as often) and urged me to do yoga and meditation. He started getting serious and during that time he was throwing ideas around of leaving everything behind and going to a yoga center etc. I was so drained atp from the constant mistreatment and feeling like I wasn't a priority so I went outside the relationship to explore my options. i met a guy that I was going to meet for dinner and just talk to, but I was drugged and assaulted. I felt so guilty that I told my boyfriend and he broke up with me. This was a year ago. Since then, we've been on and off because he would come back but couldn't commit because he couldnt trust me. Early this year he moved to a different state and he reached out to me to ask if I wanted to visit him out there in the summer. I was cautious but I agreed because I missed him. We started calling and texting every day and he started hinting that he wanted a relationship with me again. I started catching feelings again and was grateful for the opportunity to make things right because I fucked up. I bought the plane tickets and two days after I bought them he told me that he was getting women flirting with him out there and that he wanted to explore his options. I was so upset and I asked him why we couldnt work things out, he told me he still couldnt trust me after what happened. He told me it's best if I get a refund on the tix and just stay home. I felt so crushed, I felt like I was lead on and I feel so ashamed and guilty over what I did. The worst part is I felt like I ruined everything and it's my fault that the relationship ended the way it did. What do I do???? I have no friends and no one to talk to.

Jesus Christ, he's nearly twice your age, he constantly criticised you, kept you dependent on him for housing and threatened to make you homeless, blamed you when you were assaulted, and has essentially isolated you from your friends and family and then led you on that you would get back together on. You haven't done anything wrong. He sounds like bad news giving you bread crumbs to keep you under his thumb. You didn't ruin a thing. Wishing you health, friends and happiness. Focus on your career, try to find more friends and focus on yourself. He will only keep you down.

[clarenecessities]

6/18/23

it’s just kind of a huge fucking bummer when i’m all excited to learn shit and interact with people who care about motu and they keep dumping on satpop, often unprompted. like it’s been three years since i got into this stuff & i’m just now dipping my toes into the designated satpop boards because i know the general opinion among he-fans has been, shall we say, unfavorable--and it’s worse than i feared! like for a website that won’t let you say pussy they sure don’t shy away from disgusting rhetoric!

like it’s one thing for toyguru to Be An Idiot on his youtube channel, that’s on me for even trying to watch his content--idk man, this is a moderated forum where people are supposed to have genuine/good faith discussions, not complain about how unfuckable the teenagers look. i know i’m in the minority here, i’m not expecting it to be as busy as the he-man threads, but i’d like it to be as respectful at least. poor fucking Tallstar (and god bless Tallstar, fr) was out there carrying like 40% of the threads and just being swamped in miserably commentary from people who hated what they were watching.

i can’t in good conscience tell people to check out the org, because the people i interact with are satpop people first and foremost, and the org is incredibly inhospitable on that front. there’s like 19k members and nobody’s posted in the satpop boards since may 16th. i’m hesitant to post there, and i’ve been here for years. and yeah it sure doesn’t help that the main website has been down since october of 2021, but CHRIST. i know they’re doing shit behind the scenes. i know that. i have to believe that. they wouldn’t have been Entirely Down for 2 months otherwise, right? but all we have is the forums, and those don’t even indicate that SatPOP has ended. it’s just a bummer! it feels like, jesus, you cared about this for like 30 years, what changed now?

they don’t even have the ‘yeah sorry we’re down for maintenance, could be a few weeks/months’ alert up anymore, so anyone following a link to an article or something will just get redirected to the forums with no explanation.

and i still haven’t gotten my upgraded account. idek if it’s legal for them to refund me at this point because it’s been two years but i just want to change my icon. that’s all i fucking want. i’m not going to use my business email for this, i’ve had fucking four since i tried signing up. just let me in. let me in and like, actually hold people accountable for their shit, perhaps?

god. i should have just stuck with the modern shit. there’s no reason to be doing this to myself at this point. it’s nice to interact with historians and people i respect and all but christ, is it worth it? i can’t even tell someone to go fuck themselves. the censors are higher than on neopets yet the things i’ve seen people say are somehow more disgusting than twitter

whatever. fuck you, Lokus. Lokus go to hell challenge. explode x1000

#daily clare

[aeondeug]

violet is weird in that it is genuinely a very fun game but also it is so massively disappointing that i am hoping that enough people refund the game to send a message. like the things in violet are good enough that i want pokemon, as a whole, to actively suffer because at this point i feel like the brand losing money is the only way gamefreak is getting more time to make the games.

because it's fun but it's not got the polish of something like hoenn. there is a lot of fucking issues and it's not just the windmill. the windmill's pretty fucking bad but like there's just so little shit in the towns and the world and jesus fucking christ. it sucks? like it's simultaneously the most fun i've had with the series but also the most disappointing thing it's ever done.

[captaincolossal]

Ugh, I've lust been like, a little foggy and tired today, which was fine for the studio and podcasts time this afternoon, but less ideal for the two (2) trips out I had to do. I also had just the most frustrating moment of choice paralysis at the store, because I decided to get myself a new mattress topper when I got my tax refund (I just got it), so there I was looking at the one I decided on and thinking, "but I just changed the sheets." And, like, a. I don't have to put the thing on immediately, b. I have the money for it, and c. I should switch the sheets more frequently anyway, so just buy the fucking thing that you're standing in front of, Jesus Christ you're irritating. (The last part is directed at me, specifically.) (I know, I'm trying.)

I did get the mattress thing, because I was literally like "maybe I should buy it next month" and realized that was kind of silly. This is at the discount store I wander in after going to my chiropractor, thus the idea that I'd be back in a month specifically.

0.0 MHz (2019)

GAH! Oh, shit, she is up there.

#movie funtime #0.0 MHz

[butchwink]

okay tumblr heres the deal. im a real dipshit. a real idiot. i really didnt do this on purpose. i lost my keys to the bottom of my purse for about a week and got them replaced so i have a backup set now but i ended up in the psych ward the second time this ramadan and its so hard to observe ramadan in a goddamn psych ward they want you fasting when the suns down its absolutely insane how christian this "laique" private military hospital is. the fort i have to volunteer at again. monfort. they think im a doctor or something but i have a bs degree in philosphy is what i keep telling them

either way i lost my wallet on the bus going to cash a cheque that was a refund for fucking hockey equipment. i bought a helmet, a bunch of tape, and other gear in time to get to play this winter. the sticks i bought out of pocket i had to buy sticks again lol cause i got rid of them during a move at some point along with my mothers walking stick. i cant keep all your bullshit alive mom and dad. sorry.

so basically donations from the internet are no good and i need a brave asshole in or around ottawa to offer me tissues toilet paper and a pack of smokes. i have weed and idc im the queen of france and everyone is too scared to try anything against me. its the middle of the night and id rather bug tumblr than keep texting my best friend.

sorry im like this i swear i didnt lose the wallet on purpose. theres no money on the card theres small change and the guitar pick i used to make my only lp in high school. it sucks cause i had to rush it and produce it all on my own but its lost media now afaik. idk where my hard drive in is this mess.

i dont wanna put my shit out on bandcamp because i hate the culture of asking ten bucks to download ones music. i get it its only ten bucks but this money is quite precarious around my ass and i dont care about getting tied to a wage. sorry my time is worth more than a wage or a salary and im a communist. i dont want to be the bitch asking a toonie for more eps and lps if i ever go back to the god damn studio. i dont want to be the bitch screaming about labor conditions and space jam bullshit in ottawa. this place is cursed and im like the devil or something. the aliens dont want to tie us up to our own bullshit labor contracts. im sorry the $12 million contract from the aliens is just as bullshit dont take it lmao dont offer it either bozos.

the french owe friendship and solidarity to the anishinaabe and im deeply ashamed no ones been brave eough to play the devil king or queen of france at the end times and end the occupation in palestine already. jesus fucking christ youre all assholes here stop playing jesus all of you little martyrs everywhere anyday we couldve had this.

my problem is im friends with joan of arc and anne frank and my mom is journaling my life because she thinks shes doing me and anne franks crowd a favor by being a zionist. forreal my moms a canadian idiot and i kind of hope she killed herself in shame 15 years ago because oh my god i dont want to talk to her for a couple months again fuck off mom the old regent queen of france needs to go back to bed it isnt even six in the morning the birds are singing but its dark af outside i should eat something

zior park made me cave to kpop again go check out christian and ghost sound of the summer. i miss kpop sorry i had to avoid kpop forever hi christian idiots over on the south side stop playing jesus omg youre such communists anyway wake up bozos.

im like the devil or something. im gonna play fma to get my mom back on october 3rd because i didnt forget, tumblr. i didnt forget you guys. idc if i lose an arm or a leg at this point. my brothers safe in his shell already dont go bugging alexandre. "dont call my name alejandro" means dont blast alex too and lady gaga failed that one so im blasting her. my family couldnt shut up about being work acquaintances and sharing family stories with her? sorry i have to blast my family like this theyre all assholes who wanna find out what happened to my mom anyway. and whoever else died.

and idcc lemme live my life holy shit its so structurally impossible to be myself as an autistic trans woman and the funniest bitch on the planet year after year whats my problem? im an ottawa citizen and i have to live a human life as lucifer. lucina. whatever its lucy now. i liberated hell as a child. they taught me ego death as a fucking toddler. amos daragon escaping hell as a teenager and being anxious? thats really cute that was my last airbender shit before nickelodeon caught on to something really special.

go check out amos daragon and berskerk already. and awakening. i wanna bring back pokemon. the real shadow games. fuck yugioh lol

ive got the madoka wish to end suffering in my pocket and ive had it for a long time. i cant believe we lost lauren. she was my homura. im so sorry lauren. rest in peace. please dont try to stop me its okay. ily. no shit i thought i was sayaka all along im like that. ill throw my soul gem into traffic watch me. i hate saying that line so much especially in this town its worse than inshallah. thats trudeaus dad saying hell put security on every mp during the october crisis. enjoy 2024. i hope the leafs win the cup in four years so hell can freeze over already i miss my odrs!! bring back the canal for more than a few days at a time! please?? anyone!? wake up!

#fire emblem #pokemon #montreal to madrid #lady lamb #anyone wake up!!!! #alison from orleans you devil someone go bug ali she showed me this website #this is her backyard i took over hello the internet you needed a special corner and i fucking found it tysm tumblr ily tumblr i cant lose u #ali wake up you might be the more restrained jealous wrathful bitch here but i think the war on ukraine is on you and i dude #forreal stop it with russian agent bullshit wake the fuck up and read lenin #whats the story with anastasia and the shotguns do you want me to tell it id rather ask her in person you know how it is #pokemon go to the polls? that was funny #lemme show you #pokemon go conquest #ottawa #montreal #toronto #cataraqui #idc ill make it a fan game with my friends if nintendo doesnt offer it to us anyway #watch the awakening cutscenes on youtube if you havent played awakening #im lucina wake the fuck up ali and i wished marth would get to be a chick already that was amazing thank you kyubeys at nintendo #that was alisons wish. the ukranian from my siblings school. the lesbian i was bearding with in college. yeah of course #she showed me tumblr how do you think this was gonna end anyway im not letting go of this thing and i bet neither is she #find her!! shes with the fire emblem crowd #lucina was her wish and shes a magical girl and a half this one. shes got a degree in translation now #we met learning german together at uottawa #lady lamb at lamoureux already fuck off other ali we were in arts thats the stairwell to hell #pokemon go conquest alreadyyy #from the malbaie to gaspé to winsor and thunder bay! give us pokemon already!! #(im handing out pokemon cards like no tomorrow joan of arc likes pokemon more than yugioh the king of games is back motherfuckers) #i cant wait to play the rat deck on my friends three blue eyes white quacavals or whatever the fuck the duck starter is called

[toehwa6]

You wanna know some fucking bullshit.

Listen to this dumb fucking shit.

So to the puzzle gang out there you know that og plastic 2x2’s are literally the craziest puzzles you can get like crazy collectors shit

I currently have two a stickerless and a white one. I need a fucking black one to complete the collection.

I’ve been looking for these stupid fucking things for years.

Well low and fucking behold some rando fuck shows up on Reddit going

oG pLaStIc 2x2’s for sale I got a bunch I’m ready to get rid of them blah blah blah

So I hit this dumb motherfucker up and I’m like

Hello please let me purchase your one black og plastic Dayan 2x2

He’s super cool shows me the puzzle blah blah blah

I pay him and he says he’s sending it out tomorrow

Doesn’t hit me up

I go, hey buddy! Did you send it?

He goes

Oh yeah, sorry I don’t check Reddit much! Yes I sent it out

I ask, when’s it gonna be here, tracking, how’d you send it blah blah blah

Doesn’t hit me up

I go, boi you fucking there?

He goes

Oh yeah, sorry I don’t check Reddit much!

This stupid motherfucker made a post on Reddit the day after I sent a message so he’s fucking ducking me

He goes. They said it’ll be there on the 18th

And then he fucking ghosts me again when I ask for tracking

At this point I’m losing my fucking mind

Eventually he gets back to me and calls me a fucking weirdo, saying he’s never had someone yell at him like this before

Like listen dumb fuck, you’re shipping one of the rarest fucking puzzles there are and you don’t give a fuck

That’s fucking weird

You literally don’t reply AT ALL, let alone with any tracking or a “hey I sent your package out”

He literally goes

Idk it sounds like YOURE the scammer trying to get a free puzzle from me!

Bro! You’re fucking r-ed!

I already paid you and I’m screaming for tracking to make sure you actually fucking sent it.

I’m losing my mind at this point.

This stupid motherfucker hits me with a “you’re*” joke

I want to fucking kms

He then makes some dumb fuck comment about how I didn’t pay him PayPal did

Like, are you actually r-ed?

You’re so fucking stupid Jesus fucking Christ

Anyway. I argue with this dumb motherfucker for a bit until he’s like alright jeez I’ll get you tracking jeez leave me alone

He gets me tracking, we say sorry. I wait for this stupid fucking puzzle to get here.

IT GETS HERE OMG

guess what

It’s not a fucking 50mm puzzle

You know, like the actual rare one? The one people actually use? The one people make a big deal out of?

Btw, forgot to mention

I call this guy out for not giving a fuck and he goes

Gosh it’s just a puzzle, “it’s not a million dollars”

No shit you fucking idiot

But you know what the fuck it is

The minute I hit this motherfucker with

Hey! I didn’t even know 46mm was a thing! I don’t want this! Give me a refund!

He goes

Oh, yeah, sorry forgot to mention the size

It’s still the og plastic and the same mechanism

I shit you not

“Still very sought after”

Like no it’s fucking not you fucking ape

And boom

That when he stops messaging me

Actually

He fucking blocked me

I find this out by(after the reason I’m furious which I’m going to explain) going on a fucking alt because Reddit said his account was gone

Nope!

Just fucking blocked me!

I write up this long as fucking chargeback on PayPal and absolute goddamn motherfucker the fucking page fucking takes me back to the fucking log in screen after I hit submit and everything I typed up for 30 fucking minutes is fucking GONE

I’m losing my mind and can no longer fucking REWRITE anything because I’m just FUCKED

I’m FUCKED

So I go to message this stupid fucker and say

Hey bud, refund me before I smack you with this chargeback

Btw I’m saying that you purposefully left out important info in order to mislead people

That’s when it hit me

His account is gone

And he blocked me on PayPal cause I can’t fucking message him there??

So I go on one of my many fucking alts

And look this motherfucker up

And write on one of his stupid fucking comments

Hey guy, message me back on my main before I smack you with this chargeback tomorrow. Thanks bye.

FUCK. YOU.

And that’s where the fuck I’m at now.

Bitching on a stupid fucking TUMBLR POST BECAUSE IM FUCKING MAD AT FUCKING NOTHING

I WANT TO FUCKING DIE

I JUST WANT TO FUCKING KILL MYSELF

IM MISERABLE

MY LIFE CANT GET ANY WORSE

But holy fuck

I’m going to get my fucking money back before I blow my fucking brains out

Fuck this mother fucker

Fuck these stupid puzzles

Fuck Reddit

Fuck everyone online

Fuck the puzzle community

Fuck talking to people

I fucking hate myself

I fucking hate being alive

I hope I fucking die soon

I don’t fucking care anymore

FUCK

If you’re reading this fuck you too

Fuck me??

Fuck you!!

FUCK YOU

FUCKING. DIE.

Can’t wait til I charge back this motherfucker and keep his motherfucking puzzle

I’m literally going to spit on garbage and mail that to him

FUCK. YOU.

I WANT TO FUCKING DIE I CANT GET OUT

I CANT GET OUT

I CANT GET OUT

FUCKING HELP ME PLEASE

HELP

FUCK

I fucking hate this shit

Don’t fucking read this too late go fuck yourself cya

[ohheyitsrikkij]

Misanthrobbing

Jesus Fucking Christ I've got a headache

My head's been up my own ass for a really long time

Funny how the air still kinda smells like shit

Rock bottom is useful fucking thing

We always say the words I love you

"I love you!" "I love you too!"

But who really knows what the fuck it means

Even if we figured it out how could we possibly prove it?

Love is an idea not an actual thing

And we sing

Oh ohhhhh oh

Ohhhhhhh oh oh

No one knows what loving someone means

So we sing

Oh ohhhhh oh

Ohhhhhhh oh oh

Life is such a stupid, fucked up thing

All the gods we can call upon for guidance

All hoping for a happy holy after life

Why not not make it on earth instead of waiting til you die?

Or rather pull a Heaven's Gate and save some fucking time

I used to want to change the world

I also realized that I'm full of shit

We're all beautiful walking garbage fires

Still humans beings can suck a dick

Cause we don't know shit

We sing

Oh ohhhhh oh

Ohhhhhhh oh oh

Religion is a useless fucking thing

So they'll sing

Oh ohhhhh oh

Ohhhhhhh oh oh

Life is overrated, refund please

But don't mind me

I'm just a fucking asshole

The longer that I live the more I see

The only truth that really fucking matters is this

Reality's a brutal fucking thing

Let's all sing

Oh ohhhhh oh

Ohhhhhhh oh oh

Only you know what your own life fucking means

So we sing

Oh ohhhhh oh

Ohhhhhhh oh oh

Reality is a brutal fucking thing

[lemondoddle]

customers (derogatory)

#lane speaks #dont rb #Jesus fucking CHRIST #this dude comes in bc he had a return issue from before i got here #and I'm trying to find his package but i can't and this dude just REFUSES to give up #like i get you want your refund mean i really do but I Was Not There And I Can't Find Your Order #THERE'S ONLY SO MUCH I CAN DO FOR YOU PLEASE STOP STANDING IN FRONT OF ME ON HOLD W/ CUSTOMER SERVICE #all the while I'm literally training someone and other people are coming in with returns #HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #at least he finally left. after he left and then came back #christ #vent

[tasmanianstripes]

You should inform a gynecologist if your periods are that bad!

(Wow sorry it's oldish, I didn't get the notification or it was drowned in other notify, sorry!)

Yeah, ik, but a gynaecologist visits aren't refunded unless I meet Very Specific Criteria and I don't have the money to go see them 😔 Obviously the money situation isn't too hot because of an ongoing Plague and I already have big medical expenses because of my pills + therapist, so f to me I guess

It's okay tho, I'm pretty used to this, I just need to vent from time to time

#asks #it sure doesnt help that i cant take some painkillers because im on beta-blockers and anticoagulants so that sucks #i just got to tough it out i guess. its not that bad the symptoms are only present for the first two days. #speaking of can you believe that anticoagulants cost 100 pln per package? ive got 3 packages so thats 300 pln total. what the fuck thats #expensive. AND im on a 'preventative' dosage which is half of what people who are being treated for blood clots have to take. so my meds #will last me longer. can you imagine jesus christ. my mum's friend lately had to pay 700+ for his meds. and meds are only refunded under #very specific conditions and even then theyll jump through several hoops just so you cant get refunded for ur meds. dont get me wrong im #lucky that i live in a country that has free healthcare so i can even be treated for my illnesses and not go bankrupt but Man does it also #sometimes suck. like theyll do everything to fuck you over and NOT give you the treatment you need