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boohoomgc · 4 years

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24 floors » cth // chapter one

"Class dismissed. Enjoy your lunch, guys"

As Mr. Frank said the 'magic words', everyone collected their stuff and got up from their seats and exited the room. Louise stayed behind for a few moments since she didn't want to get shoved by her classmates. For the past god knows how many years it has been, Lou learned from experience that being at the bottom of the high school chain meant that you will always be shoved and pushed around by people. She had enough shoving and pushing in her lifetime, she thought. Finally seeing few people, Lou stood up, taking her bag to head to her locker.

After getting her books for her classes, Lou made her way to the cafeteria. Of course, as her school was a cliché, anyone would easily spot the typical high school cliques: the jocks, the cheerleaders, the smart-ass kids, the artists, etc. Lou breathed in a sigh of relief as she knew that at least for half an hour she would get some sanity from her two friends.

Well, that was what she thought.

Lou pushed a lock of her raven hair behind her ear to see the worried faces of her friends, Honey and Max. To her left, she saw some familiar faces. In her head, a frown was etched as the thought of interaction or new people comes into play. She was contented with her two friends as she knew they wouldn't leave her and stab her in the back. Quality over quantity, as the saying says so.

Sitting down, Lou scanned the faces of the new ones on their table, trying to remember them. There was a familiar guy with blonde hair and has a REALLY long fringe seated beside Max, seated in front of me. Beside fringe guy, was Hood – Lou would've judged him to be a jock as he's known as the football team captain. Lastly, in front of Hood was Luke Hemmings – a tall and awkward guy in her History class.

Max cleared his throat. "Uhm, Lou, this is Michael" He introduced fringe boy, "he's my lab partner and we have this project going on and yeah". Michael greeted Lou with a hey, who just nodded at him with a small smile. "This is Calum and that's Luke, by the way" Michael said. "I hope you don't mind us invading your table" He chuckled, wholeheartedly.

Lou mustered up a smile. She didn't want to come off rude to Max's friends for just eating lunch with them – that's a petty reason to get pressed about. "It's fine, don't worry about it".

She wished it would be fine.

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"Hey, sorry if we didn't get to remind you about Michael and his friends joining us for lunch. He decided it on the last minute" Max apologized to Louise as they walked to their next class. Lou let a small laugh. Sure, lunch was awkward for her as she didn't really say anything other than two-word replies. Knowing she cannot last new conversations with new people, she had put on her earphones. Boy, she was thankful she did not forget them this time. She didn't have to deal with the new faces but instead, she was calmed by her songs.

"Its nothing, it's not your fault" Lou assured him. "I know you have trouble with people but I promise, Michael and his friends are nice guys" Max said, hugging her by her shoulder. This earned Max a roll of eyes from Lou, "it's not like I'm going to see them a for some time and be friends with them". Then when she looked at Max, he had his sorry face on. Oh boy.

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"See ya tomorrow, Louise. Hope you have a nice evening" Honey said, hugging Lou. "And trust me, Michael and his mates are good guys. I had classes with them. They're not some dicks. You can be friends with them" she added. Lou gave a genuine smile, this time.

"I appreciate what you and Max are doing, H. But I really am contented with you guys". "Unless the both of you are getting rid of me and giving me away to those three" Lou joked, poking Honey's side.

"As if, I'm ever getting rid of you!" Honey pouted, making Lou laugh. "It's more appropriate if we get rid of Max, don't you think?" The blonde girl winked, making the raven-haired girl shake her head at her friend's silliness.

"But I reaaally assure you, Lou. Those three, they're nice idiots. You can count on them on making you smile" Lou chuckled at the description her best friend gave. Was that supposed to be a compliment?

"And I reaaaally assure you, Honey", she mimicked her friend, "I'm fine with you guys. You know I have issues with people". With a final hug, Honey said, "you'll be alright, Lou. Trust me".

As Lou walked over to her car, she thought of what her friends have said and done. Lou knew to herself that her friends are lovely for trying to introduce her to other people, but she just couldn't. It was sad, Lou wasting her friends' efforts because of her thoughts. She wished she could easily make friends, but it was hard for her to share pieces of herself with a lot of people.

Lou just heaved out a breath, climbing inside her car. As she started to drive, her mind started to wander to somewhere else. She knew she was getting closer to her house, obviously. This thought made Lou's breathing hitch. Within a few minutes, she would be in her house.

Some would call their house as a home, but Lou would never call that structure a home. That structure is just another two-storied house where people live; it's just another four walled structure. A home is a place where you feel joy, cared for and most importantly; loved. The place where she lives is not a place where she feels loved but a place where she feels hated.

Another sigh escaped Lou's lips as she reached her destination. She parked her and shut the engine off. She hoped she could slow down time just so she can delay coming inside of her house. Heavy steps were planted on the pathway as she walked towards the front door. Take a deep breath and don't mind the shit you'll be condemned of, a voice reminded Lou as she came face to face with the brown oak wood door. Hoping for the best, she opened the door and walked in.

It came no surprise to Lou the new broken pieces of glass laid on the floor and the stench of beer in the room. She would clean up in the morning and be still greeted with the same surrounding as soon as she came back from school or work. Despite the custom of the broken glass and beer in her house, Lou's face turned paler and the frown in her face sunk deeper. Not wanting to get her feelings the best of her, Lou just picked up her pace towards her room, double-locking it as soon as she got inside her place.

Once safely locked inside her room, Lou felt relief wash over her. Her bedroom was one of the places she felt safe and sound – her safe haven. Because it's a fact that outside of her bedroom, it was pure chaos; and outside her house, it's a cruel world full of shitty-assed fuckholes.

A loud shout boomed over the house and by that time, Lou knew shit will be going down.

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there you have it folks! chapter one of 24 floors!

so what are your thoughts on Lou??? do you think she's too closed off i would be stoked if I have pals like Max and Honey!

like, comment, and share the story bbs!

ps. this book is on wattpad and i will most likely update there more (chapter 5 is already posted there!) so here’s a link of the book

love always,

min

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aba-ridemerenji · 5 years

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Okay.... So I love Kisuke and Shunsui. 😍😍 How about some NSFW for them and the reader? Separate if possible. Please and thank you! PS: You are awesome!

AYYYYYYY thanks anon! I love me some pervy bros, and no matter how objectively sexy these two are, you can’t deny they’re definitely HUGE, leery ass perverts – with no shame and/or qualms about it! Of course, it helps that they’re gorgeous as hell. LET THERE BE SMUT!

(this gif is absolute sin, btw)

KisukeSo many toys, so much time

The man is an inventor so pls prepare yourself for some very special inventions that Kisuke will somehow manage to beta test on you, whether you like it or not

He’ll start with improving the toys you own #ActsOfService

One week your go-to vibrator suddenly has 5 more intensity settings?

The next all the shitty jelly toys in your nightstand have been replaced with quality silicone ones in the same shape and size??

And now the ears on your jackrabbit can mOvE???

Discovering this one was kinda funny because you were nice and settled in Kisuke’s bedroom, waiting for him to finish up some work in the next room

So you’re going to town with your toy, ah, warming up for the events to follow, when you feel movement on your clit

Kisuke can barely contain his snorts of laughter when he hears the crescendo of realisation in your very unladylike ‘…whattHEFUCK?!?!’ through the thin paper of the shoji doors

Did I say it was funny? I meant funny for him, less so for you ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Soon he’s inventing brand new toys for his amusement

For the most part you’re down for them but he’ll find some way to trick/convince/seduce you into trying out even the more dubious ones

One of the most ambitious things he ever did was - you guessed it - putting a gigai of himself to work (come on. ‘Inflatable gigai’ PLSSSSS KUBO U DIDNT EVEN TRY WITH THAT ONE)

He texts you as you finish work - [Hurry home, birthday girl.] A lewd picture. His kosode thrown open, right hand vanishing under his pants, gripping himself. And worst (best?) of all, the tip of his flushed, pink head peeking oh so slightly above the hem of his pants.

Why did you have to open that text on the train?

Your embarrassment from the train has turned to irritation by the time you step into the living room, and Kisuke’s stupid grin isn’t helping. Neither is the fact that he’s now fully clothed again.

He tries to placate you with wandering hands and soft kisses on your neck.

“Maybe next time, try and warn me so I don’t traumatise innocent people on the train with a half-naked picture of my boyfriend?”

His laugh is muffled into your collarbone but it vibrates through your entire body

It’s getting harder to stay angry, especially when his leg is pushing between yours, hands pushing your top off your shoulders.

Kisuke kisses down the centre of your chest and you grab his hat, tossing it across the room without looking

“Hey, that’s my favourite hat.” The voice came from right behind your ear.

Instinctively, you wriggle in panic, hands reaching for Kisuke at the intrusion.

But after a split second it registers – that was Kisuke’s voice. And Kisuke’s body, pressed against your back. While Kisuke was also still pressed against your front?

Kisuke #2 snakes a hand around, under your skirt, under your underwear, dipping into your folds.

Somehow, you manage to get a snippy remark in even as Kisuke #1 works your breasts and Kisuke #2 works your sopping pussy

You lean your head backwards on his chest and look up at him, giving the best shit-eating grin you can manage. “A fucking- ah! Blow up- doll- ahh- that’s my- my- birthday present?”

The look of surprise on the real Kisuke’s face is priceless. Your grin widens, even as you let out breathy little exhales. Yup. Still got it.

Kisuke #1 releases a nipple from his mouth. “I resent that,” he whines with a pout.

“Get back to work, Kisuke 1.” You order the gigai, pushing his head back down to your chest.

Kisuke chuckles into your ear. “So mean, princess. Maa, it is your birthday, after all.”

“Damn right, Kisuke 2.”

ShunsuiNaptime or faptime? The struggle is real.

Ok so Shunsui is lazy as fuck right? So I HC that regular naps are an integral part of the Kyoraku Shunsui 10-step program

But naps are just step 2

Step 1, the most important step, is regular copulation

“It’s an excellent stress reliever, petal.” w o w breaking news Shunsui experiences stress???? Someone call Nanao

So if you have any sort of sex dream, Shunsui wants to be the first to know

He will subscribe to that podcast no problem

Notifications on, RSS feed, whatever - you can’t combine two of his favourite things (sleep and you) and not give him a taste

If he’s around when you have the sex dream, even better

If you talk/move in your sleep AND are having a sex dream AND he’s around?

Girl

You best prepare yourself and your pussy cos like

You will suddenly understand that lazy does not = lethargic

So if you have this winning combination, Shunsui will want to rail you right then and there, but if you don’t wake up after his teasing touches, he’ll settle for telling you allll about it the following morning

He’ll find it super cute if you blush

But if you want to make him blush, just ask him to follow through next time.

He’ll waffle about a bit Are you sure Petal, Maa I couldn’t, But I want you to enjoy yourself too Flower, blah blah blah

Be firm. If you have to, say “Shunsui, I would like you to please fuck me the next time that I have a sex dream while in bed with you, thank you, kind regards, your s/o”

The next night, there are the telltale signs of you wrapping yourself around him, rubbing against him, mewling incoherently and talking in your sleep.

Shunsui gets to work. He’ll be surprised by how into it he is, and as a result isn’t as stealthy as he’d like to be, so maybe his attentions wake you up.

Nbd, just go with it and enjoy the orgasms (yes, it may be the middle of the night, but there will be multiple ones. My mans Shunsui is just that good ;D)

Be naughty and make a special request once he’s wrung the last orgasm from you, a request that will make it hard for him to get back to sleep.

What request you ask?

Well, after making said request you’ll fall back asleep and back into your sex dream (lucky girl). Maybe it gets a little intense. A little more…vivid than usual. As your dream romp gets more strenuous, your body being repeatedly bounced up towards the headboard, and down again, you’ll slowly blink into wakefulness

And what’s the first thing you see? Shunsui sliding in and out of you smoothly, peppering your face with light kisses as your begin to stir. What a way to start the day…

“Good morning, beautiful.” His heavy lidded eyes never looked more appropriate for the situation.

Basically: ask him to wake you up with sex, thanks for coming (heh) to my ted talk

Shoutout to @buriedinbleach for the Petal nickname, I’m pretty sure you came up with this, and now i can’t think of Shunsui giving reader-chan any other nickname than that, except for Flower???

#anon #asks #Shunsui Kyoraku #Kisuke Urahara #ayy look who's writing something someone actually asked for #after 972537 million years #Bleach #Bleach headcanons #the secks #Anonymous

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tootiefrootieroll · 5 years

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Got some random thoughts on 13rw

Spoilers ahead, triggering words and topics discussed proceed with caution.

One, does anyone else feel that Clay has shown serious signs of schizophrenia or at the very least depression induced psychosis? And I know his parents have tried to get him help in the show, but I don't feel like it was enough?

In fact I don't think they did a very good job depicting how important seeking profession help can be crucial to a person's recovery. Tyler, Monty, Justin, or Alex never saw profession help.

I'm thinking about removing Tyler's name because he did make an effort to go see a school counselor. But I think, Clay did Tyler a disservice to him by not alerting his parents discreetly or not, he almost shot up an entire school, he was suicidal, and was raped.

The humanization of Bryce and Monty is a bunch of BS. period. What's really shitty is Bryce's arch was actually working, for me as a viewer. I had to continually say out loud, BRYCE IS A RAPIST. Now I think it's important to realize that the part of that story arch's purpose was making people realize Bryce and the people around him would only see him as that monster. But I mean, where is the fault in that? He is a grown ass man, he was very much so capable and aware of his actions, there's no "forgiving" or "redeeming" that. So despite the shitty writing on that part, it had a purpose that I think was important.

How Ani was okay with not judging Bryce by his worse actions, but scared of Clay after breaking into his house, makes no god damn sense.

Now that were onto Ani, fuck that shitty ass character. Let's just off the rails throw this show into that hands of a character that had no ties or business narrating a story that had nothing to do with her. She literally self-inserted herself into this narrative by being as nosey as possible, a liar, deceptive and down right careless about anyone around her. Her only purpose was to be the "inside scoop" on Bryce and his "walk to redemption". Literally a waste of time. And confusing as a viewer to adjust to a stranger telling this grand twist and turn crap season. Plus she didn't even bother to nosey her way around Hannah's tapes, give me a damn break.

I think they took way too much "inspiration" from maybe Big Little Lies with the way they went about narrating and portraying this season. And trust me you're viewers are not that dumb that they need to be lead around like a dog on a leash and thrown around about who did it. The fact that they had to change the person of interest of bryce's killer every god damn episode is ridiculous. It just looks like mediocre writing. Also the continued vague referral and dragging out of what happened on homecoming night was annoying, hence my referral to BLL.

Character to character, some of the writing was excellent. Tyler, Tony, Jessica, and Justin's characters were done some justice. Won't go into detail about each one, but things that stood out to me was Tyler confessing to Clay about his assault, that had be crying. Justin's whole struggle as a addict and the whole relationship with Clay. Tony confronting Bryce about how all of this was his fault, a good reminder as to why we are even in a third season in the first place. And Jessica trying to be more than just a victim, and being active in a change in the schools fostering of toxic masculinity and rape culture.

Character that were wronged or annoying: Monty, Zach, Alex.

Monty, do I really need to say. He is a rapist. He knew what he was doing, no amount of closeted frustrations can excuse his actions. Being closeted in a toxic household can do more to a person's mental health and demeanor than making them a fucking rapist. Ugh. Such a god damn disservice to the LGBTQ+ community. Like Netflix already threw that trope at us with Sex Ed. We get it. Thanks, it's a shitty trope. Stop it.

Zach has a few redeeming qualities here and there. But overall I think his "holy than thou", "I'm an innocent", arch was annoying. Honestly they didnt really use his character at to deserve all this hate from me, but really, any time he would show up would annoy me lol.

Alex was done wrong. He was still suicidal, he was on drugs, and kind of just thrown around. And I think the whole "break up with Jessica hurt me" trope was a weak plot device although I don't think it's unreal. I think it's important to realize how breakups can effect a Male's self esteem the same way its portrayed for females. Yet overall I think they still did him dirty. Also his dad is a cop, and can't pinpoint the mental health issues that Alex was portraying???

On that note, even though I think they made the parent's roles absolutely worthless I think they did it right and wrong. I think parents can be blind or just don't know the warning signs of a child in distress. I think the portrayal of parents not knowing what's happening in the lives of their child was correct. I think that the deceptiveness of teenagers was correct as well. So hand in hand I guess it makes sense that the parent didnt do a lot, but also I think just a display of bad parenting??? Hmm I'm a little on the fence but I think this story should of touched on the roles of parents, parenting their child(ren).

Taking a few days and reading around various opinions of this show (through tumblr) I do have to say I would like to revise my statement on characters. I believe that almost all the characters were pretty irredeemable to begin with. Not including Jessica and Tony.

Let's not forget, Tyler took people's pictures without consent, including a potentially sexually explicit situation and distributed them around. Justin let and protected his girlfriends rape. Clay's inability to see it any other way and his obsessive possession with girls is really disturbing. And all the character one way or another contributed to the suicide of a classmate.

That being said I don't think the characters mentioned above aren't worth redemption (not bryce or monty) but I think it's super hypocritical of the shows writing to dedicate an entire season of humanizing a terrible person(s) but throw away all the bad the rest of character have, and expect their audience to be okay with it???

Those are most of the thought I can put together. I wasn't really a fan of the book back when it was released but didn't mind the show, despite the triggering nature and down right ignoring licensed psychologists.

Ps. Shout out to Olivia Baker for calling out the Cops for jumping on this "poor rich white boy" murder, but lazing around when someone was raped, and another was raped and committed suicide.

Let me know what you guys thinks. Try and be respectful. Everyone has an opinion that matters for different reasons (unless you are defending Bryce and Monty then kindly fuck off).

Overall this season was a trainwreck, hypocritical at best, and down right not necessary.

#13rw #13rw season 3 #13rw3

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novacxlum · 6 years

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attention

in which calum is supposed to be pouting on the couch at the biggest party of the semester, but he just can’t help himself with you.

word count: 1.4k

a/n: guess whos supposed to be studying for my cpr + lifeguard certification but wrote this instead? hollaaaaaa. also, the end of this is trash. and so is the middle. and probably the beginning too. (PS THANKS FOR THE REACTIONS ON HISTORY OMG I REALLY WASNT EXPECTING THAT YOU'RE ALL SO SWEET)

Calum holds the cold bottle in his hand, the condensation making his warm hand sticky. He wrinkles his nose at the feeling, immediately setting the subpar beer on the coffee table before him to allow himself to wipe his hands on his jeans. The couch below him smells of pot and sex but he can’t find it in himself to care as he leans back, sighing with a pout on his lips. He didn’t want to be here. He really didn’t want to be here, but Michael and Crystal dragged him along and as he watched them dance and laugh in the spacious, open living room, he wishes more than anything he had just resisted a little harder. He wants nothing more than to be sitting on his own cannabis-scented couch, naked, holding a beer that didn’t make him want to throw up and catching up on episodes of Jane the Virgin, but no.

His mind is momentarily distracted from his pity-party when you flop on the couch next to him, a red solo cup full of what looked to be vodka and sprite. Calum’s nose crinkled again. “This party fucking sucks.” You scoff, taking a sip of your obviously poorly mixed drink with a sour face. “This is supposed to be the best party of the semester?” You ask incredulously, and Calum snorts, nodding. “Well, I have to say that I’m thoroughly disappointed.”

“Yeah, me too.” Calum chimes and you turn your head to him.

“You look really familiar.” You hum, and he shrugs.

“I think we have Econ together.” He says, and you gasp loudly, taking him by surprise.

“That’s it. I sit behind you. You have really nice handwriting.” You say, and he’s slightly taken aback.

“Thank you.” He says, his voice unsure. You smile, the first he’s seen from you. You’re pretty, something he had seen through your sour look but was highlighted now that you were smiling. “Who mixed your drink?” He asks, cringing again as you take a large gulp, your face screwing up.

“Um… I couldn’t be sure. Some girl made it and gave it to her friend, who immediately spit it out and gave it to me.”

“It looks like ass.” He observes, making you raise an eyebrow.

“Tastes like it, too.” You quip, and he chuckles. “So, why are you here if you’re just pouting?”

“I’m hardly pouting.” He scoffs, and you roll your eyes.

“Oh, please. You’ve been sitting on this couch for a solid thirty minutes.” You point out, and he smirks.

“Have you been watching me?” He asks, and you glare at him.

“You wish. It’s hard to miss a big, grumpy boy sitting in the only place you want to be.” Calum laughs, though neither of you knows why because what you said wasn’t particularly funny. Calum tosses an arm across the back of the couch, behind your shoulders and you find yourself subconsciously leaning into his side. “I’m (Y/N).” You introduce.

“Calum.” He responds, a smile still on his face. “And if it makes you feel better, you’ve had my attention all night, too.” He teases, though it isn’t particularly a joke. You groan, taking another sip of your shitty drink with pink cheeks.

The night goes by quite quickly, the two of you sitting on the couch and talking for much longer than you had even thought possible. You learned a lot about Calum, like how he had an older sister, or how he liked music (listening to it or playing it, he hadn’t much of a preference), or how he didn’t even want to come tonight and he got talked into it by his best friend and his girlfriend.

Shitty trap music blasts through the air when you guys finally get sick of how hot it seems to be getting inside, moving to the exponentially cooler and less crowded backyard, a small swinging bench your new spot of interest. Your inhibition has been broken down by the strong drink you and Calum had finally finished off, so as he tells you more about how he grew up and what his plans were for the future, your head rested on his shoulder, his fingertips running gently along your exposed shoulders.

When he finally gets you to talk, you’re toying with his fingers with your own, your voice soft as you talked about your childhood. Your heart burns when you look up in the middle of one of your anecdotes to see Calum’s brows furrowed in concentration, a small smile playing on the corners of his lips. He listens intently to your stories, laughing when you do, not because he thinks he should because he wants to. You aren’t sure anyone you’ve ever met has listened to you as intently as he had, and it makes you want to keep him here forever. You never want to let him go; you want to talk to and with him and look at the stars for as long as you can.

“You’re a good listener.” You blurt, the vodka flowing through your blood taking away whatever sort of filter you had, and Calum smiles softly.

“Thank you. I pride myself on that.” He admits, and you smile.

“You should. It’s a quality more people should have.” You say, watching your fingers intertwine in his lap, his hand holding yours in his warm, slightly calloused skin. He leans into your side just the slightest bit and you follow his motions, your shoulders pressed together as you lean your head on him yet again.

You can feel his gaze on you even with your eyes closed. You’re basking in the moment you’re sharing with a cute boy, the first moment you can remember in a long time where a boy you were even remotely interested in was showing some interest in you as well. So when you lift your head, you turn to face him. Your noses brush and you gasp the smallest bit when you realize just how close he is. The hand that was once grazing the skin of your shoulder has now come up to your face, his knuckles running ever so lightly over your cheekbone. You’re watching his every move, waiting for him to pull away. But he doesn’t; instead, he cups your cheek, making quick eye contact with you before leaning in and pressing his lips sweetly to yours. The kiss is much more gentle than you expected as the both of you test your waters. Your hand comes up to rest on his bicep as his tongue runs gently over your bottom lip. You gladly grant him access, allowing him to take more control as he becomes slightly harsher.

When you pull away, you smile softly. He opens his mouth to say something, but a call of his name interrupts him. His eyes shift to the back door, and across the lawn, Michael is yelling something about them leaving. Looking to you, you smile softly. “It was nice meeting you, Calum.” You say, and he grins.

“Pleasure was all mine.” He says, pressing a quick peck on your lips and dashing across the grass to get to his best friend.

You assumed that was that; your night with Calum had been nothing but tipsy conversation and a cloudy kiss, and though it slightly upset you, you shrugged it off, determined to finish the semester strong and not let random guys you met at parties throw you from your path.

But the next morning, with a small, dull headache and the slightest bit of nausea from the two beers and sprite-vodka concoction, you make your way to Econ. You find that writing off your kiss with Calum was a misunderstanding because instead of the seat he always sat in, he was one row back and a seat to the left. Right next to your spot. With a gentle smile, you make your way over to him.

“Good morning.” He greets.

“Morning, indeed. Good? I can’t be too sure.” You quip, and he chuckles.

“Hungover?” He asks, pulling a notebook from his bag.

“A little.”

“Well, what do you say to a bagel and coffee after this? My treat.” He says, and you smile.

“That sounds wonderful.”

With a sweet smile, he looks at you happily. Maybe the party had been the best of the semester.

#calum hood #calum hood imagines #calum hood imagine #calum hood x reader #5sos #5sos imagines #5sos imagine #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer imagines #5 seconds of summer imagine

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brokestminimalist · 6 years

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Be Prepared for the Apocalypse!

We know what you’re thinking. Having a disaster kit isn’t minimalist! It’s just a bunch of junk you’re keeping “just in case” and that goes against everything minimalism is about. Normally we would agree with you.

HOWEVER.

We live in tornado country. Spring and summer are incredibly nerve wracking. Remember those tornadoes that fucked up the South in 2011? We were hunkered down in the basement of the factory we worked in that day, with 1200 other employees and no electricity. It took us 30 minutes to drive home less than a mile because there were so many trees and power lines down. We went out that weekend to help with cleanup in Hackleburg and Phil Campbell, Alabama and they were just... fucking flattened. We took the following photo in Hodges, AL in April 2011. Check out the black helicopter. PS, this was a residential neighborhood. Note the disappeared houses and utility poles.

Our BFF’s house in Tuscaloosa was totally destroyed. She survived by hiding in her tub with her boyfriend. So you bet your ass we’ve got a disaster kit and a Shelter-In-Place plan. We don’t have a Bugout plan because we can’t fit all our pets in the car with us, and also because if we’re bugging out so is the rest of the city and we don’t want to die in our vehicle when the big one hits. We’d rather die in our cozy house with our dogs. Also, running from a tornado in your car is a dumb move. In 2011 many of those killed had been caught in their vehicles when the storms hit.

ANYWAY.

The point is, you need an emergency preparedness plan and you need some supplies to keep you afloat for 3-5 days until the power comes back on or rescue arrives. Starving, freezing and wandering around in the dark are not minimalist goals. So let’s go over some things you might need:

Light: You could use candles, oil lanterns or flashlights if the power is out. If there is a burn ban due to the possibility of ruptured gas lines (listen to your radio to find out) you’ll need to rely on flashlights to keep from blowing yourself up. In that case, LED ones will last much longer than old school ones. Keep enough batteries to power these for a few days and make sure to replace them when they expire every few years. To conserve these items, get what you can done during the day and plan to sleep after sundown. (Or at least sit in the dark awake and tell ghost stories to scare the crap out of your kids. Ahhh, childhood memories!)

Food: Stock a cabinet with non-perishables like potted meat, crackers, peanut butter and granola bars. Make sure they can be eaten cold or heated over a fire, in their original container if possible. Keep a can opener with these items if they don’t have pop-tops. If you want to get fancy, you could get a bucket of freeze-dried meals that you just add water to or a box of those emergency ration bars. We hear those are gross, though, so try to stock up food that won’t be miserable to eat. If there’s a disaster having tasty food to eat might be the bright spot in your shitty day. Most of these items do expire eventually, so keep an eye on the dates.

Water: You’ll need one gallon per person per day of clean water for drinking and washing. This can be in gallons bought from the store, or if you know there’s a storm coming you can fill your sinks and bathtubs beforehand. If you want to get fancy, get a Waterbob. Keep your pets in mind too. Look at their size and calculate how much they need and keep it on hand. You could also invest in filtering devices or chemical tablets to make rain or river water drinkable.

Heat: If it’s summer and the power is out, you’re just going to have to sweat. However, if it’s winter you’ve got some options assuming there isn’t a burn ban. The most basic one is to have a stock of firewood for power outages. You can use a fireplace or fire pit to burn it for warmth and cooking. There are also kerosene and propane heaters, which often have a little spot on top for heating up a pot of food or water. Make sure you’ve got tanks of the appropriate fuel on hand and that you know how to use these devices properly. Also keep some blankets in waterproof containers with your disaster stuff, and grab a pack of space blankets and learn how to use them. (They aren’t like regular blankets.)

Communication: Since it’s possible that phone lines and cell towers will be down, you need some way to get info. An emergency NOAA radio will do the trick. You won’t be able to communicate with family, but you’ll hear weather alerts and get instructions. Many of these things are also FM radios, so you can check your local stations for specifics on where to go for aid if you need it, as long as those stations are up and running. Our radio happens to also be a solar flashlight and a USB charger, so check those out.

Shelter: If your house is still standing, even if it’s somewhat damaged, staying there is your best bet. Cover broken windows with plastic shower curtains and tape and shelter in the most intact room. If there’s no heat, light your fireplace if possible and pop a tent in front of it. If you are caught without shelter, you’ll need a tent and good sleeping bag. These can be had from sports and outdoors shops or the internet. Get ones that fold up as small as possible for storage, but are still good quality so you won’t freeze.

First Aid: Hopefully you’ll come out unscathed, but keep a solid first-aid kit anyway. You can buy good pre-assembled kids from the Red Cross, or put together your own. You’ll need antiseptic, analgesics, bandages, gauze, ointment, and at least a week’s supply of your own prescription meds and your kid’s and pet’s. Check the expiration dates regularly and keep all of this in a sealed, waterproof container. Here’s some random stuff from our kit we inspected today:

Clothes: Keep three to five days worth of clothes, socks and underwear per person in a waterproof container. If there’s flooding or your roof is damaged, all your other clothes might get wet or contaminated. Keep some sturdy boots in there too.

Sanitation: Keep some trash bags, disinfectant spray and hand wipes available. No one wants to die of dysentery during the apocalypse. Baby wipes are great for refreshing yourself when there is no shower available. Also you may want some personal hygiene stuff in a waterproof container like toilet paper, feminine hygiene products, toothbrushes and tissues.

Fire prevention: Not all disasters are caused by wind. Make sure your smoke alarms work and that you’ve got an up-to-date fire extinguisher in every kitchen on every floor. Baking soda will also put out a fire. If you’re maintaining a fire pit or fireplace during a disaster (or even on a normal day) keep a big bucket of sand for putting it out safely.

Kids: Put back some baby formula and diapers if you’ve got little kids. Any medications they need, clothes and blankets and kid-sized sleeping bags. We’d also recommend some entertainment items like books, crayons and coloring books, toys or board games. Trying to get a tree out of your kitchen will be a lot harder if you’re trying to deal with bored kids.

Pets: Keep 3-5 days of extra food and water on hand in waterproof containers for each pet, plus leashes and collars, blankies, crates, ID tags and rabies certificates, and any meds they need. Kitty litter and disposable litter boxes are a plus.

Miscellaneous: It may be handy to have some other items put away, such as a battery backup for your phone, spare glasses, a whistle or emergency flares to signal for help, firestarters or cigarette lighters or matches in a waterproof container, a compass and map, spare keys, cash, or important documents. We have a favorite book put away, too.

~HAVE A PLAN IN PLACE~

Now that you’ve got your supplies, hopefully put away in plastic totes and waterproof containers in a secure location, it’s time to talk about plans. You should have a plan for any disasters that are likely in your area, and you should have an annual family meeting to talk about and update these plans. For everything except fire, be prepared to get your kids and pets corralled indoors. Here are some examples:

Fire: Suppose your smoke alarm goes off at 2 AM. Do you have a fire extinguisher? Where are you going to go? Are you sure your windows aren’t painted shut? Do your kids know how to open them and pop the screens out? Where is your cat? Where are you all going to meet once you escape? Whose door can you knock on in the middle of the night to call 911 and whose job is that going to be? Answer these questions and talk to your family about all of them.

Flood: Check your local maps to find out if your house is in a likely flood zone. You’ll probably have warnings before this happens, but do have plans in place. Are you going to get in the car and leave ahead of time? Are you going to stay and live on your roof? Can everyone swim? We’re not too familiar with flood danger because we live at a high-ish elevation, so anyone who is, feel free to chime in with advice. Do not leave your pet behind to die like some assholes did in Florida last year. Those people are shitbags who deserve to drown.

Stormy weather: Tornadoes and hurricanes and even just regular old straight-line wind can fuck your shit up. Do you have time to get to a nearby community storm shelter, or are you going to have to stay at home? What room in your house is safest? Do you have a basement? Do your kids know to stay away from doors and windows? How are you going to restrain your pet from roaming into the less-safe parts of the house?

Earthquake: All we really know about these is standing in a doorway. FEMA says you should know the safest spots in your house and practice going there and holding on until the shaking stops. Assess your situation afterwards and be careful of damaged buildings or other structures. Our history professor insists that this continent is overdue for an earthquake at the New Madrid fault and it’s going to screw much of North America, so even if you think you live in a place where earthquakes don’t happen it’s worth going over a plan for this once a year.

Blizzards, ice storms: These ones are all about staying in and staying warm and fed until the power comes back on. Keep tons of blankets ready, have your heat source planned in advance (fire, propane, etc.) and hunker down until its over. Your kids and pets may want to play in the snow, but don’t let them be out there for more than 20-30 minutes at a time. Falling trees are a major danger during ice storms, as is skidding off the road in your car. DO NOT DRIVE during an ice storm unless it’s to the ER. Forget about your job; no minimum wage bullshit is worth your life.

Other natural disasters: If you live in an area where you are at risk from volcanoes, wildfires, mudslides or tsunamis look up procedures for those and make a plan with your family. These are probably situations where you’ll need to GTFO instead of staying at home, so be prepared for that and know where you’re going to go. And please, if your local government tells you to get out, then get out. We know it’s hard, but stuff is just stuff.

Epidemic: If there’s a major outbreak of flu, ebola, or whatever, stay at home and avoid people at all costs. You’ll need a much more extensive supply of food and water for this one. Check out the CDC’s website.

Nuclear war: Our plan is to die at the beginning, but if you’re looking to survive there are lots of websites out there that can give you good advice. Some general stuff we’ve heard is to evacuate as early as possible, never look in the direction of the blast (to avoid going blind, yeah?) and stay underground if you can’t get away in time. Basements, wine cellars or real fallout shelters are your best bet. If you’re outdoors during the blast or fallout, rinse off with lots and lots and lots of water and don’t eat or drink anything that may be contaminated with radioactive dust. Good luck friends, cause we won’t be out there with you.

Zombies: We also plan to die at the beginning of this one, so we can hopefully eat the brains of that Mrs. Kravitz-esque bitch down the street. If you want to live, board up your windows and shelter in place, we guess. You’ll need lots of extra food and water for this one too, and maybe a good stockpile of ammo. Watch The Walking Dead or something for ideas.

It’s early in the year still, so you’ve got time before shitty weather season to get ready. If you’re reading this you’re probably broke like us, so try to set aside a few dollars from each paycheck for some canned goods, first aid, and batteries. Collect stuff weekly and by spring you’ll be better off. Good luck and stay alive, peeps!

Links: Pet Disaster Kit, Zombie Survival, Bugging Out

#disasterkit #zombies

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Wanda closes the Darkhold & enter Avengers: The Children's Crusade?

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myaekingheart · 6 years

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I don't really understand why, but I've suddenly started feeling really anxious tonight. Honestly, I'm kind of pissed about it. I've been doing so well lately. Yeah, I have my moments here and there but for the most part I haven't had a full-blown panic attack in what feels like months. Not that I'm having one right now, because I'm not. Or at least not yet. It hasn't escalated to the hyperventilating, body trembling, overbearing bullshit that comes with full-on anxiety attacks. Instead right now it's just a strange feeling of discomfort, a phantom lump in my throat, and some pretty serious hypochondria. We ordered Subway tonight and the sandwich I got sounded good in theory but now I'm not so sure. My stomach isn't flipping but my throat keeps constricting and I keep reaching for my water bottle as if I'm scared I'm going to be sick. And there's this rising sensation in my chest and in my throat that terrifies me and just further escalates that fear. My persistent yawning doesn't help, either, which makes me wonder if I'm just tired (I feel like I've been going to bed later than I should every night) but I don't want to admit that I should go to sleep. Not yet, anyways. Every little bodily quirk makes me fear that something is wrong, though, and it's a shitty way to live. It's no way to live at all because it's not living, it's fearing constantly. I've begun to wonder maybe I have some sort of blood pressure issue. The last time I went to the doctor, when I had the flu, my blood pressure seemed lower than it should be. Nobody said anything about it, nor did they mention how little I weighed (which I was personally extremely angry about) but every so often it floats back into my mind, especially when I fear I might have a problem. Sometimes I get kind of dizzy and this lump in my throat thing happens often. I get dizzy when I stand up or sometimes when I stand at all, and my eating habits are forced at best. Maybe it's just a part of trying to recover from an eating issue (I don't know if I can even call it an eating disorder, try as I might, because I've never been formally diagnosed, I've never been in treatment, I've never confronted a doctor about it. I've always kept it self-contained and had a hard time pinpointing what the issue even really is because I never feel like I fit any of the categories-- I don't want to be thin). Either way, I worry. I want to be okay but I'm freaked out. The thing that makes me consider the possibility of my overreacting is that I don't feel like this constantly. I have good days-- great days, even-- when I feel perfectly fine. I'm not tired, I'm not anxious, I'm not dizzy, I'm not concerned about what I'm eating and how much and when. It escalates when I'm stressed. If I remember something stressful, my throat tightens up immediately and I suddenly feel inclined to shift in my seat and something strong and unnerving strikes my chest (not in a way like a heart attack, but the way you feel when you hear your name unexpected called in a list or something). I don't know, maybe I'm overreacting and maybe it is all just a product of stress, who fucking knows. I just don't know what the fuck to do about it. I think in some way it is tied into my physical health, though. The lump in my throat could be thanks to, or contributed by, the fact that my allergies have been horrendous lately. I've been sneezing a lot but don't always have the chance or opportunity to blow my nose so I basically have to sniffle all the snot back up and then it drips down into my throat and makes swallowing an occasional pain in the ass. I probably am tired. My eating most likely has a little something to do with it, as well. I've been trying to up my calorie intake lately but I've been getting really full, namely at lunch. Full and crampy and tired. I get scared I'm going to set off my IBS and make my life a living hell. I get scared my stomach is going to be disagreeable today and I'm going to get sick in class. This is especially true of dessert-- I pack three Oreos in my lunch and every day I have to fight my urge to not eat them. Sometimes I get headaches. My eyes have been watering constantly due to allergies. My nose is stuffed up. I'm scared my wisdom teeth are impacted because sometimes it'll hurt to chew after a while and I've been getting really weird ear pain lately (like a fullness, like how you feel when you're on an airplane but minus the hearing impairment, and then I try to fight every urge to grab the q-tips but I end up grabbing them anyways and probably making it ten times worse). I don't know if the ear pain is because of wisdom teeth, though, or if it's an ear infection or something else??? I have no clue. I get these aches in my back sometimes, too. Either a sharp pang in my upper spine or a dull ache near my right shoulder blade. Google says that's a liver problem and I wonder if I drink too much water and have fucked up my body's natural irrigation system. Who fucking knows? Or maybe that makes no sense. My arms get tired easily and I fear, again, some sort of blood pressure issue. They go numb if I hold them upright after a certain period of time, and my legs will go numb if I sit with them straight out for too long, as well. I sit cross-legged all the time, so maybe I fucked up my circulation and this is the price I pay. When I think about circulation, and having ruined mine, then I fear blood clots. What if I've earned some and have no clue? What if they go undetected until they reach my heart and put me in serious danger and then I die? I know all of these could just be simple products of everyday occurrences: headaches from lack of sleep, watery eyes and stuffy nose and postnasal drip are obviously allergies, earache and lump in my throat could still be wisdom teeth, my back pain could just be from carting a heavy backpack around campus, arms and legs could be from the way I sit or maybe lack of sleep or from maybe the way I've exercised (literally just being sedentary all day except for on my commutes to and from classes, in which I always end feeling out of breath, especially when I come home in the evenings and have to walk up the shit-ton of stairs to my apartment). Maybe this is all just a result of being really out of shape, of failing to take care of myself, but regardless of whatever causes might be behind the physical, the mental aspect is equally as important. Without that, I wouldn't be panicking in the first place. My anxiety colors everything I do and feel with a wild, chaotic vivacity that I could really live without. It makes me fear everything and expect the worst and quite frankly, that's not okay. I've considered going on medication again. I don't want to, but a part of me wonders if it would be beneficial. I remember how great I felt that short time when I was on meds, or at least how great I felt emotionally. Physically, the symptoms were unpleasant and the risk of addiction loomed over my head with horrifying consequences I didn't want to even consider facing. I still can't say whether it's a resolution I feel totally comfortable with, but it might be the only resolution. I don't know, man. We'll see what happens, I guess. I'd personally much rather do behavioral therapy, though, and leave with the knowledge that I am working to combat my issues on my own, without the aid of medicine. Not that medicine is bad, and I know I shouldn't feel weak for considering or ultimately taking any, but I just feel so much more accomplished when I work against my issues on my own. When I stare danger straight in the face and fight it by myself, no matter how hard or terrifying or uncomfortable it may be because in the end, it will all be worth it. I don't know, man, maybe that's my biggest downfall, though, that sense of pride. Keeps me from getting the professional help I might need. Now we're throwing around important words and getting far too serious, though, so let's just back it up a bit and turn down the formality a bit here. I'm sure nothing is wrong with me. I'm healthy...right? I'm sure I'm healthy. I'm sure everything that's worrying me is simply a product of average, mundane, everyday things that can be easily remedied. I'm sure everything's fine. I'm just overreacting. My anxiety is overexaggerating everything. Nothing is wrong. I'm sure I'm fine. I need to be fine. I'll be fine.

PS: It makes sense that I‘d be feeling like this on a day like today, now that I think about it. While today wasn’t the most overwhelmingly stressful of all days ever, there was a particular quality about it that kind of spun me out of control a bit. I woke up fine. I was going to Disneybound today as part of the monthly challenge, like I had the plan all in place, but in involved wearing a dress and when I woke up, I just wasn’t feeling it at all so I decided to just skip out. My classes went alright, like they were no worse than usual as far as I could tell. At least my first two classes, anyways. After my first class, I decided I was going to try and get some work done in the hour that I had so I picked up this book I have to read the entirety of by tomorrow (fun fact: I haven’t finished it and ther’s no way I’m going to get the entire thing done by class tomorrow so whoop-dee-doo, time to go find SparkNotes). I was fully prepared to get some goddamn reading done but there were these two guys who plopped themselves on the floor five feet away from me in the hallway and started having the most annoying fucking conversation ever created in human history. They were so loud, I could hear them all the way at the bathrooms around the corner at the end of the fucking hallway. Not even putting my earbuds in could drown them out. I was about ready to deck them but I bit my tongue and held my composure at least to the best of my ability. When I came back from the bathroom, luckily the one guy was gone so all was finally silent but waiting for him and his buddy to shut up honestly ate up so much of my time. That was basically the foundation of fuckery on which my French class built upon. We’ve had a sub all week due to our TA taking her prelims so, I mean, so far it hasn’t been bad. We had this one guy who teaches French before our class on Monday and Tuesday, he helped us review for the test and proctored it yesterday. I completely forgot that we always start the next chapter the day after the test, though, which was one component in what fucked me over. My textbook is a looseleaf and I always just switch out the pages in a pronged folder every time we switch chapters. I was so out of it yesterday afternoon that I completely forgot and therefore was totally unprepared for class. On top of this, we had a different sub in class today who was, quite frankly, terrifying. Not in a “I’m going to beat your ass if you get this wrong“ way but more in a booming, intimidating way. The moment class began, he started talking at us in straight French in this really strong accent. I had no idea what the fuck was going on and couldn’t understand a word he was saying. He dove right into teaching us which was horrifying and he was calling on people left and right and I didn’t have the book so I couldn’t follow along and had no clue what the hell was going on and then we did group work where he told us to get into pairs but there was an odd number of students in the class so legit everyone immediately paired up and I was left floundering wondering what the fuck to do, where the fuck to go, until this girl I know invited me into her group and I had to stumble along with their dizzyingly fast work. I was incredibly embarrassed. I was not being the model student I was supposed to be and that haunted me. I desperately wanted to disappear, to forget this ever happened, to rewind and restart in a world where I was a much more responsible human being than I was today. I seriously considered faking a serious phone call, pretending to answer and then walking out of the room for a few minutes, having an imaginary conversation just to keep up the facade, and then barging back inside looking completely flustered and horrified only to grab my things and say I needed to leave due to an emergency. The emergency itself didn’t matter-- I could’ve come up with a number of excuses. My aunt died. My boyfriend got into a car accident. Someone broke into my house. I’d barge out of the room, rush to the bus stop, leave campus, and I’d be home free. Easy peasy. But I didn’t do that. I couldn’t bring myself to. I was stuck panicking and horrified. The minute he dismissed class, I rushed out of the room as fast as humanly possible with every intention to go home and just curl up and hide. It also didn’t help that I started feeling overwhelmed about every assignment slamming me in the next few days. Two of my classes for my major provide a constant, steady stream of read and response homework for workshops. I have an annotated bibliography due next week for my British literature class, a contribution toward a big research paper we have to write (I would rather shoot my eye out honestly). I have my own story that’s going to be workshopped on Monday, which I’ve been dreading from the very start. I read through my short story again the other day and all I could do was cringe. I fully expect to get completely roasted come workshop time. Plus my teacher refuses to let us just post our stories digitally, so we basically had to print out 28 copies of the damn thing-- one for every single person in the class plus one for the teacher and ourselves. My story is 7 pages long. That is nearly 200 fucking pages I had to sit and print. Luckily I spaced it out over a couple weeks so I was only printing a couple copies a day but still. It’s ridiculous. I have to hand them out on Friday so that everyone has the weekend to read it over, mark up the text, type a critique up, and then roast the fuck out of me on Monday. I don’t want to deal with it. At all. And then if that wasn’t enough, I also have an oral exam in French on Monday, as well. The last time we did these, it wasn’t so bad. I had just gotten back from a week off with the flu and was completely unprepared but it was just me and my TA sitting in the room for a couple of minutes having a simple, evaluated conversation. This time, however, we’re doing partnered interviews and I got paired up with someone I barely know. We have to meet up tomorrow to go over what we’re going to do. I’m terrified. I don’t want to deal. I’m scared I’m going to mess up. I’m scared of so many things. I’m so overwhelmed. I came home today in a tense mood, and the minute I stepped through the door I grabbed my boyfriend to help me with some stress relief. It helped a little but I’m still kind of uptight. When we were ordering our Subway tonight (we got delivery), I started panicking because I had no idea what to get and the TV was on and it was distracting and he was sitting on the arm of my chair and I couldn’t focus and it was as if this fucking sandwich was the key to saving the world from mass destruction and one wrong move would trigger a massive explosion. I understand how absolutely ridiculous that is, I really do, but it was just way more stressful than it needed to be. I honestly can’t see this stress dying down any time soon, though, unfortunately. There’s just too much going on, too much swimming around in my head, that until it all gets resolved, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to truly relax. All I can say is that I hope everything resolves itself soon, and that at least in a couple months I will be on a massive boat sipping daiquiris if I damn well please and sunbathing while surrounded by nothing but the vast blue sea.

#don't mind me #just rambling through some anxiety #nbd #ramblings #delete later

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dustfromthestepsbefore · 7 years

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Alright. Here is the master post.

I got 7 messages after I answered all of those other ones earlier. SEVEN.

I’m gonna go ahead and make some general points here and then add a little individually to each ask. I will probably reference some of these points in those individual answers to save time for me. Because I’m sure that this post will end up taking me over an hour to make. (Yes, everyone. Answering anon asks and the like is a great expenditure of time and effort. Especially when you put thought into every answer.)

1. This blog has and will always stand up for what I believe in. I will continue to call out things that I think need to be changed and I’m not okay with. Even including something that I even originally called MINOR and was just an offhand comment that was NEVER the main point of anything. I don’t care if you call me overly sensitive or too PC or whatever term you want to call me. I was raised this way (I promise you that I let my family hear my opinions more than anyone and they disagree a ton), my faith leads me to be this way, and I feel like it’s my duty to stand up for things that I think is right regardless if it “affects” me or not. Thank you for all of these asks. Because it 100% gave me a kick in the ass and showed me how much harder I need to work for making the world a better place.

2. The irony of so many asks telling me that me and others are “too sensitive” when you can’t handle a minor critique of your favorite is not lost on me. I’m too sensitive to point out something that is a societal issue that sexism is so ingrained in society that people don’t even realize it, but if I say one small negative thing about your favorite then my inbox is flooded. Even to the point that people tell me that I obviously dislike Blake or think Gwen is too good for him. 🙄

3. You are correct. I am very sensitive. And I honestly think that is one of my best qualities. I am very stoic on the outside and hold myself together well. But I have so much empathy for others that I tend to actually be very emotional on the inside. Empathy is such an important part of my life that my future career is based on it. The ONLY reason I’ve gotten into medicine is to help people. And I’m hoping to work as a family medicine doctor in an area that is in desperate need of them. Being sensitive for others is NOT a bad thing. And I don’t know why people try to act like it is or use it as an insult.

4. The whole “It didn’t bother/affect me or most people” line is honestly probably the most upsetting thing that I keep getting in my inbox. History is plagued by people having that exact same attitude in situations that are MUCH MUCH MUCH worse than a dumb minor sexist joke. But if you can’t take a moment to sit back and go “hmmmm, that probably isn’t the best joke. He probably should come up with something different. He is funny enough to do that.” then wow. I’m not sure I would want to be around you when something actually important shows up. If you can’t take a stand for the small stuff, how can you take a stand for the bigger and harder things. That response is from being in a place of privilege. Instead of trying to help others, you just ignore it since it isn’t bothering you.

5. I never once came about this discussion trying to say that Blake is an awful person. You can have discussions about something you wish a person would stop doing without considering them horrible. This isn’t a black and white world where a person does one thing that you disagree with and you immediately have to hate them.

Anon: People are too sensitive today that's my opinion. Like why should that bother someone? It's words. Now if they were harming someone that's different. Ever heard of sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never heart me? Ignore people! Girls do some shitty things too. We all aren't perfect. Everyone's going to be offended by something no matter how much you stand up and fight for BeingPC.

Me: See point 4. And also points 2 and 3.

Being in the medical field, “sticks and stones will break...” is one of the most untrue phrases ever. Words can be extremely hurtful and you shouldn’t just brush that off. I understand trying to help somebody cope and learn how to deal with mean people. But you should never act like words can’t really harm a person.

And I don’t know why you turned this is in a guys vs. girls thing. I never presented it in that way. I also never said that anyone was perfect.

Anon: You know what there are things that both of them do that are not PC, but if you look at the big picture, they are great people who love hard and are nice to everyone. Why must we knit pick at every little thing they do or say. They are not harming anyone.

Me: I agree with you for the most part. But see point 4.

Just because it isn’t hurting you, doesn’t mean that it isn’t hurting anyone else. Once again, I said from the get go that this was a MINOR problem. People on here have escalated to something much bigger. But I still think that this is an important point about everything in life.

I also don’t think this is knit picking? It was literally an offhand comment about something that I wish he wouldn’t do. The anons on here are the ones that blew it up and made it a big deal.

Anon: Well what he said didn't offend me and I'm sure it didn't offend a lot of women. They honestly probably didn't even catch it so who really cares. Not a big deal. It's not harming anyone if he calls Adam a girl.

Me: POINT 4. POINT 4. POINT 4. POINT 4. POINT 4.

Anon: I'm sorry but calling someone out for making a sexist comment is calling them a sexist. Poeple are so weak thease days. Once mind needs to know better to know when is someone making a joke and when are people serious. We all take all things to serious. It includes you and everyone. No one can say anything anymore without affecting and or a fending someone and taking hate for it. It's a big problem in this world. People need to learn to not take everything so seriously and tuff up.

Me: See points 2 and 3.

I could not disagree with your first sentence more. If that is your criteria for labeling somebody sexist and then I’m assuming racist, homophobe, etc. then basically everybody you know (including me) is one of those if not all of those. I’m sure that almost everybody out there has messed up and said something a long one of those lines. Hopefully somebody (nicely) called them out on it at some point and it made them change their ways. Constructive criticism is a thing and hopefully people grow and become better people throughout their life.

Anon: But what about times when Blake said he wants to be a girl (G sang JAG) and sang Every Woman or he wants to live like a girls dream etc. Contradictory

Me: See point 5.

I don’t really see your point. You can say something cool and then something totally awful. That happens all the time. Just look at politicians (or don’t, they are depressing).

Anon: I am a woman of almost 30 years old and I can honestly say I see nothing wrong with Blakes "like a girl" comments towards Adam. Maybe it was the way I was brought up or the community I was raised in but I learned to be strong minded from the beginning and not let anyone's comments or opinions bring me down. The whole over sensitive nature the world is adopting towards sexism and other subjects is making the world a even meaner and hateful place.

Me: See points 2, 3, and 4.

I 100% disagree with your last sentence. What is happening is that people are now being called out on their hateful and mean rhetoric that they didn’t even realize was happening. Objecting to something that you are used to isn’t being mean or hateful. It’s trying to stop the ingrained mean and hateful things.

Take for example my mother. A wonderful Christian woman that grew up in Mississippi in the 50s/60s. California in the 60s. And Arkansas in the 70s. She mentioned that she wished to head back to the 50s a couple of weeks ago. People were “so much nicer and well mannered.” I turned and looked at her and said, “Yes, if you were a middle class white person, Mom.” Her eyes got really big and she kind of stammered. She even said something like “I didn’t even think of that.” So yes, the world was a much better place for the privileged when people when everybody kept silent. But the world as a whole is much better.

Anon: In my opinion, the reason he calls Adam a girl is solely because of his high pitched voice which of course he admires. Also people need to lay off as other perspective exist. Insulting is not the intension but people do get offended. Like I remember people getting offended by sushi and cow milking skit. PS: Old BSer here. Peace ✌

Me: See point 5.

Yeah, I get you. And I agree that I don’t think it’s from a place of meanness/hate/etc. I just don’t even think that Blake has thought about it.

But my problem with it being about his voice is that once again kind of reinforces the stereotypes of girls with high voices and guys with low voices. I personally grew up with a lot of girls that had lower voices and people were cruel to them about it. I also have a guy friend that is always embarrassed at drive thrus because he always gets a “Thank you ma’am” over the intercom. And at least 1/3 of those encounters involve a “I thought you were a woman!” exclamations at the window.

And then on the famous side, if you have ever followed David and Victoria Beckham, the number of times that they have addressed David’s voice being higher than the “average” guy is unbelievable. I just don’t think that’s what you should focus on. And Blake is such a funny and loving guy, I would just love if he would switch to something else to joke about.

And that is the last of them. I’m not going to answer any more asks on this. I think my position is clear. And the same rebuttals keep repeating themselves.

#thanks anon #blake shelton #the voice #s12 #personal

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Our day didn’t start off so well today and I’m sorry. At first we were having a bad day about I don’t know what, I had to go to target and we just hung up in a really weird way. Then i tried to call you but all I was saying was stop and you were like ??? So that was not good. And then I was having a rough time over the puppy cause apparently my brother wanted a husky now and I don’t know. I’m sorry I told you you gave up on me I was just in a shitty mood but I know you’re always there for me trust me. I’m sorry you are truly the best friend I know and I never ever ever ever want to lose you, that would honestly be the worst thing to happen to you. I don’t know what I would do without you at this point Meaghan I rely on you so so much and you’re such a good friend to me and you always have been and I’m so so grateful for that. I know you took a 3 hour nap today after i got back from the store and I’m sorry cause I know you didn’t wanna sleep that long but I hoped it helped a little. I did a fuck load of drawing today ficjskd stitch is so cute what the FUCK. But we’re okay now, we’re talking like normal and that’s my favorite thing ever. It’s insane how much my mood changes and how fucking happy I am when we’re okay. And I know we’re always okay but sometimes you aren’t in a good mood and I understand that trust me and I get that you can’t just instantly snap out of it and id wait whatever it took because you are so worth it to me. We sent a lot of funny snapchats today and I made the mistake of sending you the mirror selfie where you complimented my butt but then you ended up pointing out my Wonder Woman poster fuckejfndjd. Also I forgot to mention this morning when I was eating pancakes I texted you bless you when you sneezed on the phone and that was some perfect ass timing. Get it. Ass. Like my ass. FUCKDJFJ. I know you were messaging that dude Peter a lot today and he seems pretty cute but he’s hogging allllll of your fucking attention you keep shutting me up to watch his videos and oh lord you are the worst multitasker but I love that about you anyways. All of your qualities, good or bad, I truly do love because they make up you and you are my favorite person in the world and I am fucking HEART EYES for you. I didn’t mean to start tearing up about my cat again but I hope you know that shows how fucking comfortable I am around you. I truly love when you try to comfort me and are like hey what’s wrong like i want you. I feel like I need you when I’m upset you’re the only one I want comfort from and I appreciate that I can come to you for it. Your snowball story is funny fuckdj but he looks the exact same as a puppy sorry! I need to start screenshotting more of your snapchats because you have a whole fucking collection of mine and I barely have any of you which is not coolio because i fucking love your face what the hell time to get on it! Also i forgot to mention this to, i really really do appreciate that you’re able to talk about your insecurities with me because I know those are rough i really do. But I’m here for you and i won’t judge you for any of them and i think you are the most perfect person on the fucking planet, like so fucking perfect. All those things that you really hate about yourself I love more than anything along with everything else like you’re just so fucking special and wow. I think this ended up being a little longer than I intended but I guess I just had a lot to say about tonight fuckdhf but I’m glad we got to fix our day and turn it into a good night as opposed to us just sitting there in silence. I love you my best friend ever thank you for being my best friend truly the best gift ever given to me you are my fucking life dude. I love you sleep well. 🧡🧡 ps. I’m sleeping in the maroon hoodie from now on and i will give it to you when we meet ;-)

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