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daisyblog · 1 year

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Caught

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN and Harry’s relationship is exposed after a photo of them kissing is leaked. Written in Louis' POV. Warning: swearing

Louis POV:

EXCLUSIVE: One Direction’s Harry Styles caught kissing bandmate’s sister

One Direction charmer Harry Styles has been pictured kissing his bandmate’s sister, YN Tomlinson, at Harry’s childhood friend's University party that the pair attended together last night. Students who were at Jonny's party said “They really seemed to have a connection and only had eyes for each other”. Another student said “They were enjoying themselves, laughing and joking together..were even dancing together”. Harry and YN were then seen getting into Harry’s car where he drove her back to her hometown. Whilst we think the pair are sweet and clearly enjoying themselves, what we want to know is…What does Louis think about his bandmate and sister locking lips?

“I’M GONNA FOOKIN’ KILL HIM” I shouted as I slammed my phone down in front of me on the table.

“Louis..what’s wrong?” my mother questioned as she stood behind the kitchen counter prepping mugs of tea for my grandparents who were sitting opposite me at the dining table. “HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?” showing my Mum the article I just read and the photo attached. She only glanced at the photo quickly and continued making tea. “Oh no..no..please don’t tell me you already knew” I could see it on her face, she knew because she was not shocked, it was like she had already seen it. “Louis..” my Mum began to speak. “No…this can’t be happening” I said with a sarcastic chuckle. “Where is she?”

“Look..I’ve been trying to sort this out all morning…do you think I wanted to be up half the night with my daughter sobbing in my arms ‘cause she thinks her brothers gonna hate her” my Mum spoke “Just please…calm down for a moment..and let's talk about this without the screaming and shouting..yeah?” “Louis…come and sit with your Nan and me a second son” Grandad interrupted. I went back to my original position and slumped in the chair and crossed my arms. My Grandad’s voice interrupted my thoughts “Okay..so you’re going to sit there a moment..without interrupting me..okay?” “Yeah” “Okay..I understand you’re angry” I interrupted him with a huff “..but answer me this..do you ‘onestly think Harry would risk the band and your friendship if he didn’t like her?” I thought about it and he was right, Harry wasn’t a nasty lad, in fact, he’s the one who tries to look out for everyone and always makes sure they're okay “No” “Does he talk about other girls..does he bring them back to the flat..is he disrespectful?” again, the answer was no. Even when the other boys were talking about their girlfriends or girls they liked Harry would always just sit there and listen. My Grandad’s voice spoke again “I’ll take your silence as a no…have you even considered that maybe they’re meant for each other…ey?” at these words, I looked up and saw my Mum and Nan give me a slight smile. “Okay I get your point…doesn’t mean I’m ‘appy ‘bout it though” I spoke. “Just promise me this” Grandad spoke again “when YN walks through that door…don’t scream, don’t shout, don’t assume anything…please just listen to her…Harry too” I thought about it and took a deep breath “Yeah..fine I promise” Feet are heard coming down the stairs and a couple of seconds later YN appears, walking very sheepishly. I’m given a warning look by my Mum and before I say anything YN’s voice is heard. “Lou..I’m so sorry..I really am” she said with tears threatening to spill from her eyes. I rub a hand over my face because I hate seeing my sisters upset. “I-I…w-we…we never meant t-to hurt you” she sobbed. I got up from my seat and walked over to her, opening my arms as my feet took me to her “Come ‘ere” and she wrapped her arms around me and sobbed into my chest “shh..c’mon it’s alright…I-I’m just shocked that’s all” After YN had calmed down a little and stopped crying, she joined me and our grandparents at the table. “Look..I can’t say I’m ‘appy ‘cause I’m not..but I just need some time to think okay” “I am sorry Lou” YN apologised again. “I know you are…where’s Harry now?” I asked. “He went back to London after the party last night” she explained. “So…is it serious then..you know..you like him?” YN nodded “Yeah..he’s really nice Lou…you should know that” she said with a slight grin. “Yeah…he is…I am gonna talk wiv him though..you know that” “Just listen to him Lou...’cause he’s actually terrified he’s messed up…not just wiv you but with me too”

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I walked up to mine and Harry’s shared flat, having just driven almost three hours back from Doncaster. I put the key in the lock and opened the black door. I close the door behind me and kick off my shoes. I take a deep breath before I walk slowly towards the lounge door, as I was in Harry lifts his head from his hand where it was leaning on the arm of the sofa. “Louis” he began “L-l-look I’m…I don’t know what to say..but I’m sorry” I sat down on the sofa opposite him and leaned my elbows on my knees “I’d be fookin’ lying if I said I was ‘appy…but I’ve had time to think on me way ‘ome…and I’m tryin’ to do what’s best for me sister” “Is she okay?” Harry asked with worry written all over his face. “Uhh..yeah she’s okay…just a bit upset by the whole thing” “I��ve fucked up man” He said and buried his face in his hands. “Do you like her..like is it serious..or is just a phase?” I needed to know for sure. “Lou..I-I would never have risked this if I didn’t like her…I don’t how to describe it but..I can promise you it’s not just a phase…I’d never want to hurt her or you…you’re my best mate and I just wish I’d have told you and you didn’t find out like this” he rambled. “Harry” I spoke “If you hurt her..I will hunt you fookin’ down...now come ‘ere” I spoke as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “I’ll look after her Lou..I promise” he squeezed me tighter “thanks for not punching me too..I’ve been waiting for it all morning” he said with a grin. “The band needs your handsome face…otherwise I would ‘ave” I joked. --- As I was walking back from Zayn’s flat where I’d been for the evening, watching football and filling him in on the situation, my phone buzzed in my jean pocket. YN Thank you for listening to Harry. I really am sorry Lou! I’ll phone you tomorrow, love you lots xxx I began tapping my fingers against the screen, adding the nickname I used to call her when we were younger. LouisI love you Tiny xx

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sunflower1experiment · 11 months

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“Oi, ya done wif the shower love?”

|Name| ignores him silently acknowledging the knocks before they got up from the shower floor and open it. He sighs, “Come on love, chin up. Don’t let em tear ya down ya gon ‘ave a ‘appy endin no how wit that attitude. Eh?”

Giving a nod they back up so he can come inside and hug their smaller form. “Ay? You head on back to your universe an I’ll take care of tha meal ya made.”

Cleaning up after themselves Hobie notices a picture, |Name| and their little boy. He sighs grabbing it carefully before walking through the portal to an empty house and a couple of bottles of soda as well as a phone playing some whale noises to calm the mood.

Once |Name| sat down Hobie hands them their picture, “See you tomorrow aight? Look, chin up.” He gently nudged their chin.

“You’re my role model and I’ll be your role model. Much as I hate labels anythin for you |Name|…eh no, don’t..”

“Was there any way I could’ve changed this canon event before Miguel trapped me?”

Hobie sighs, “I’m…I ain’t really got a Scooby Doo love..if anythin I’m sure there’s a way to stop the madness and pain but whout are we ya do ya know…Ah ain’t ever seen it you ain’t either. Only thing we can do is hope for the best.” As he turns to walk off they gently hold his sleeve.

Later on the two were sleeping next to one another comfortably while |Name| lays against his chest. “Sorry |Name|…” he rubs the sleeping spider being’s hair slowly then swipes over to a picture with the three of them and the boy.

“Man…you really named em after me…even after your ex..” he sighs. “Crazy times hun, crazy times.”

It was as if that terrible nightmare was yesterday, sure three weeks later is long but.

The horror in their eyes.

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“Look, I don’t want to ruin whatever this is between you both but you can’t. Not until your canon event happened. And right now I can’t bare to drop that detail-“

“What canon event? Miguel I already had one, my ex’s parent died I felt bad but I moved on ever since Hobie came to my life I’ve been…” Hobie looks at |Name|.

“Ya named little guy after me eh?”

“Yea..um..sorry I never told ya but yea.”

“Figured, he always answers when ya call me.” The two share a small chuckle but they noticed Jessica’s hurt look of defeat.

“What?” They look over to the other spiders, “What’s this canon event about?”

“|Name| the problem is that because your canon event happened and it didn’t affect you as much you maybe forced through another one but- Hobie won’t…he’ll be apart of it..”

They go silent, “A-Alright for what? It’ll be easy I can just…I can save them a canon event maybe canon but we can change it right? It’ll still be canon and..”

Miguel reached over and held their shoulder. “I’m sorry, I was trying to understand it myself-“

“No! That’s my child I- when will it happen I just need to see them one last time If I could just- I’ll make them avoid it. Please Miguel you can’t do this to me! I’ll struggle through an anomaly just please-.”

Miguel gave them a firm warning, “You and I both know that’s naive and selfish of you. Risking the multiverse for something unattainable and inevitable is not going to…I understand what this means believe me.”

Miguel stops when they start tapping for home, grabbing |Name| by the wrist in the process. “I’m sorry |Name| I swear , please don’t make this hard for you.”

It goes quiet. Hobie grabbed his guitar ready to attack Miguel if needed but he noticed how scared |Name| was, and knowing they were outnumbered even without the right form of surprise and ammunition towards their success it was a good percent chance of failure.

|Name| was willing to take the chance, tapping on their controller until they suddenly felt their surroundings become sheltered and they were in a room. “Is this the conservatory room…Miguel let me out, let me say goodbye to him please.”

“It’s for your own good…”

It was for their own good, and yet..

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Hobie looks down at them, their health deteriorated so bad. Miguel didn’t even care to check on them; it was for their own good, what about the one they lost?

Why? Why did he do that was it because you were one of the many uncommon canon events with kids involved? He didn’t know, right now he’d have to stay beside |Name| until they healed, but for now he was stuck with a mourning parent, who was in dire need of his love.

#hobie x reader #hobie x black!reader #Hobie brown #hobie x you #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse spoilers

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dailytomlinson · 2 years

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Louis on Will&Woody, interview by Annalise

Annalise: I wanna start off by asking, do you believe in signs? 

Louis: [awkward silence] Oh, nooo, I don’t. I hate to to burst your bubble! I should’ve lied and said yes… 

Annalise: I might change your mind—

 Louis: Go on 

Annalise: Today is my birthday —  

Louis: Happy Birthday! 

Annalise: Thank you. Today’s my birthday, on the 27th of July, on the 27th of July One Direction was formed— 

Louis: Correct 

Annalise: I’m gonna cast your mind back to when you guys did the video diaries back in the day. I thought was a really good idea when I was younger to do video diaries in response, and like, ask questions and, hm, in my brain, I was gonna send to you guys, obviously, I didn’t quite get there, your loss unfortunately, but, for your birthday, on the 24th of December, I actually sung you happy birthday… Here, I got a little bit of an audio to show you this— 

Louis: Amazing. Amazing.  

Annalise: [shows audio] Can you hear it? 

Louis: I can now. 

Annalise: It was your 22nd birthday and today is my 22nd birthday. 

Louis: Start of something… The stars have aligned! 

Annalise: It’s all meant to be. It’s all meant to be! But I wanted to ask you, when you were first getting into music, getting into this career, did you ever have a moment when you met someone, like… That moment, kinda like I’m having right now? 

Louis: [laughs] Hm, I think for me, it’s become most common in my career, when you work with really great songwriters, and I don’t really wanna single anyone out, I’ve been able to work with really great people, but when you’re in the room with someone who’s got real sense of melody, is just, is just, and it’s obviously, as a songwriter myself, that’s really, really, inspiring. Probably, one of the many songwriters I worked with, so… 

Annalise: I love… And it’s kinda crazy that now you’re in this area where people are coming to you, for your lyrical abilities and amazingness, kinda leads me… Obviously, your tour is happening at the moment, Australia, sold out in Brisbane, sold out shows in Sydney and Melbourne, wild, amazing! How has it been, touring from four-five guys to by yourself?  

Louis: It’s been amazing. I think this is the best year I’ve had as a solo artist, really really enjoyed. I mean, the process is obviously different from touring with the band versus touring on my own, but also I’m a bit older now, so it’s a bit more different. But yeah, I can’t complain, that’s been absolutely amazing. Eh, you’re gonna come down to any shows?  

Annalise: Would love to come down to any shows! I’m planning to getting tickets to the Tuesday show, because I wanted to get it, like pre-Covid, but then all that happened, and obviously you said it, you schedule and had to cancel— 

Louis: Yeah… 

Annalise: What was that like?  

Louis: Well… [frustrated sigh] It was a bit strict in a way, because I wanted to carry on doing the rest of the shows, obviously, but stopped me from… because for years, I’ve been wondering what tour might feel like, even tho this has met my expectations even from when we started, before Covid, it just gave me a taste and a bare understanding of what I was going in to and stopped kinda got me worried, so, anxiety. 

Annalise: Like, now you’re in this area, where you’re able to do it all again, I know you’re by yourself, like, touring by yourself, I have to say, are there any more perks in comparison to when you were touring with the boys? Like, bigger dressing room now? 

Louis: Oh I do, you’re right, I do, I do! Before, when I was in the band, the biggest hotel room used to be shared around, do you know what I mean?  

Annalise: REALLY? So now you get the best hotel room every single time?

 Louis: ‘Appy days 

Annalise: Even dressing room, speaking off, do you have anything that you have to have? In there before a show, or an specific lolly?  

Louis: I’m really saving my rider to be fair, there’s some really random, random stuff in there, that sits in the dressing room and I’ll never eat. Random, yeah, I should probably, think about it. 

Annalise: Just make the most of it! Milk it, you know? Get some like, fresh cakes. 

Louis: Fresh cakes? Okay… 

Annalise: I’ll cook you some, I’m a great cooker. 

Louis: Keep the ideas coming… 

Annalise: Also, I wanted to know as well, if you have any like pre-shows ritual?  

Louis: Hm… [laugh] not specific, we all get in a little cuddle, like before— me and the band, before we go on stage, but nothing too specific, really.  

Annalise: [forces voice] ONE TWO TREE WOW! 

Louis: yeah, exactly. You know it.  

Annalise: Earlier you were saying how you got into your songwriting, and, obviously, you were one of the people who had, like, when you were in One Direction, the most song credits, in terms of like writing, and obviously written your last album as well, Walls, how has it been in terms of like where you get inspiration from compared to when you were in One Direction?

Louis: Hm… I think, writing for One Direction was very different, it was very, it wasn’t that it was super specific, because was me as part of the band, was kinda easier, kinda like this bedside view of every song without really… Cuz, cuz the thing is, about being a solo artist, you have to overthinking every lyric, every melody, everything, whereas, of course, you’re conscious of that in the band but is just a certain different feeling. 

Annalise: Have you ever got to that last stage, with Walls [album], and thought ’No, that has to change, guys. It doesn’t work’?  

Louis: That’s, that’s difficult one as well, there’s also something to be said about what’s been written in the room, on the day, and, there’s sometimes a bit of magic in the room and just… And that’s another thing, it’s very easy to be over with the words you’ve chosen, but actually, there’s something said about just kinda owning with what you did in the room that day.  

Annalise: I love that, I love that, that’s amazing! And so, I’ve heard rumours that you got some new music coming up and have you got anything we can look forward to? Have you got a little clip, can you give us any hints on what to expect on the next set of music you’ll drop? 

Louis: Hm…. I think, I’m definitely a lot more confident as an artist, as a songwriter, a lot more confident about the second record than I was the first. In terms of like any hints, I’ve kinda just, I’ve kinda just… Instead of thinking about too many other’s opinions, I kinda just tried to follow my heart in this record and make something that’s gonna stand up to the live show.  

Annalise: Love that, that’s really beautiful, and like, get a real crowd feel when you’re up and about? 

Louis: Yeah, I’m so blessed to have such amazing energy at my shows, it’s just about giving the fans an album double stand in that idea. 

Annalise: Speaking about your crowd, I’m sure you’ve seen some amazing things at your shows through the years with One Direction and your time as your own on your World Tour, what’s some of the wildest stuff you’ve seen happen while at a show? 

Louis: The fans often do, they have their own little projects, that they do, and I think that they share on social media, and they organise these little things like holding the signs, during the concert with the lights, all of that is really impressive. Take some level of organisation, that shit!

 Annalise: The whole organisation thing, I used to have a One Direction instagram account called ‘fivecrazymonkeys’ and so, the whole time, do you remember No Control just had massive boost in like, I just remember seeing it all over [insta] gram, ‘Lets get No Control to number one’, I was a part of that, I was a part of that era, the energy that the fans have and the dedication they put into it, is just insane, and I just loved it so much, I can only imagine how you feel.

 Louis: Funny you mention that, about No Control, that was, that was something very pointing for me in One Direction. Obviously that was maybe first song the I sung the chorus on?

 Annalise: yeah! 

Louis: I lead on the song and that was a big moment for me, I really, really, really felt the support from the fans, and to say you were a part of it, thank you.  

Annalise: Oh, no, thank you, it was really nice that we got to see your voice come and shine through, and now having that moment where you’re there, having your own hot solo album, you’re doing your own tours, you’re able to express your own creativity within that is really freaking amazing. Like, very, very, very, well done, so congratulations! 

Louis: Thank you.

 Annalise: On side note, yeah, I, need to actually ask you, during my vlogs that I mentioned a little bit earlier, I was talking to a room of absolutely nothing and no one was replying, I did had a few questions and I was wondering if you might go through some of the questions my 13 year old self had for you. 

Louis: DEFINIETELY! That sounds funny! 

Annalise: First one, do you keep your bedroom clean or messy? 

Louis: Very messy, unfortunetely. I’m not tidy at all! Annalise: My God, that would kill me! I’m a formely messy person, so I was messy, now I’m a clean person.

 Louis: [laughs] Good for you, good for you 

Annalise: Do you still have your childhood teddies?  Louis: Nooo… No… I can’t even remeber what it was, to be fair, I’m [?] 

Annalise: What do you do to keep yourself entertained in a tour bus? Louis: Am I answering it now, or am I answering as me in the band?  

Annalise: You can answer as both, I’m happy either or, or you can do then and now… Louis: What, what was the question? Tour bus? Ehh, playstation.  

Annalise: You can have a playstation on a tour bus thats… 

Louis: Yeah, you can, yeah! 

Annalise: That mind blow me, that’s a fun fact for the day. Have you ever painted your nails?

 Louis: No

 Annalise: That’s fair. What would you be your favorite thing about Christmas? Louis: Eh, to be with me family.  Annalise: I love that. Oh, I love Christmas! Actually, had a follow up question to that: In the UK, is Christmas a big deal? Around that time [that she was 13], I was ‘I wonder if they actually have Christmas lights in their like streets or sit in complete darkness through it’, what was I thinking? [laugh]  

Louis: [chuckles] Yeah, we do embrace the Christmas, yeah, it’s massive, massive. 

Annalise: Alright, I do wanna wrap this up with, this is a cheeky request and it’s come not just from me, but Will and Woody, who I work with, fortunately sent me here and have told me that I need to ask you a specific question, and I’m like ‘okay’—

 Louis: Go on 

Annalise: I’m riling up, so, you know how I mentioned earlier it’s my 22nd birthday, and you know how I mentioned how I sung you happy birthday for your 22nd birthday— 

Louis: yeah 

Annalise: And I know, I’m sorry you didn’t get to hear it, when you turned 22, but it was the thought that mattered, Louis… Would you please sing me happy birthday?

 Louis: Here’s what’s gonna happen: Come to the show, whenever you get the chance, I’ll sing it live for you!  Annalise: REALLY? 

Louis: yeah! 

Annalise: Okay, oh my God, it’s a deal! I’m gonna be the girl with a sign and it’s gonna be ‘It’s Annalise from Will and Woody, sing happy birthday to me’ 

Louis: Perfect, luv that! 

Annalise: Thank you so much, hey, this has been amazing. I really, really, really appreacite your time, I appreciate the energy, the fact that you’re even allowed to come and this is a real big thing for me. Yeah, probably never gonna forget it to be honest. So thank you so much. 

Louis: Well, thank you for your time, about fucking smashed that interview! Nailed it! 

Annalise: Thank you so much, I had a moment where WHERE ARE MY WORDS GOING??  

Louis: Honestly, think you did amazing! I’ve had a lo of shit interviews and that wasn't one. So yeah, nice one

#will&woody #louis tomlinson #transcripts #longpost #250722 #press #ltour: australia

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sexysilverstrider · 4 months

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silver is ideally the sexiest rival to me. he was cold, heartless, ruthless, cruel, and mean when kotone first meets him. he abused his pokemon and forced them to be strong. as his voice is actually deep and husky and its rough when hes angry.

but he then gets better and shows love and trust for his pokemon. his actions are gentler and he gives words of encouragement to them. its still quite harsh but his pokemon knows him so well and they know he truly loves them and they love him.

he also changed with his interaction with people. he was rough and cruel to people before (shoving kotone, mocking kris for falling into a hole in the burned tower, and stealing pokemon) but as he changes so does his way of interacting with people. hes still indifferent n cold to others but he gives word of advices every now and then. and i love how kotone, hibiki, lance, and even green are so used to silvers way and theyre so happy to see him being better and they love him for how he is. even his voice sounds softer and his laughter is sweeter. when he says 'oi oi' in a playful tone i scream. he does scream a lot in battles. hes very passionate.

deisgn wise? those sharp eyes got me in a grip. silver eyes. violer eyes. red eyes. u can have all the colour of the rainbow for your iris baby youre still sexy. his colour scheme? black and red? by GOD those are my favourite colour combo!! his famous smirk? silver rarely has a soft smile. all his smiles are either cocky or dashing. he has a dashing smile. he has a VERY fucking sexy smirk. his long red hair is so silly sometimes but if thats tied to a ponytail im gonna die. he wears that signature jacket but im happy that we as society often depict him wearing a black singlet under it.

and his voice actor? ono yuuki? never in my life would i expect such a deep husky voice for my favourite pokemon character but im so happy it fits. now i see silver i hear silver. he sounds so vibrant when hes passionate in battles. he sounds so playful when hes teasing kotone in the interaction menu. he sounds so adorable when hes pushing for a battle. i love that ono yuuki has voice an otome character with a similar trope as silvers so the immersion is real.

the fact that silver is the heir of team rocket also makes it 100x sexier. he hates his father but the fact that giovanni fucks to make silver exist in this world everybody say thank u gio daddy. in another world silver wouldve been the next rocket boss in that crisp black suit and black fingerless gloves. he would be colder. meaner. more deranged. if they can make kieran insane whats stopping them from appying all thoae traits to an evil rocket boss silver??? im losing it!!

long story short i love silver. sexiest character alive for me and i love him very very very much

#i need to inform tht this sparked all coz i saw kashys silver. again #hes so skdjwhdwhdywhhddu. to me #fafar yaps #about pokemon #about husband

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thewritersofdeceased · 5 months

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"AND I HATE TO DO THIS TO YOU ON YOUR BIRTHDAY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BY THE WAY." PRONOUNS: THEY/THEM, GENDER NEUTRAL REQUEST? NO.

FOUR YEARS. Four birthdays spent in the basement of the man known as "THE GRABBER". A sad sigh escaped as he ran a hand through his messy, appy hair. There were knots all in it. He hated it. Badly. He sat with his back to the wall, his eyes looking to the bar and window. Though when he blinked and reopened his eyes, there were lights. Blue and red flashing lights. He stood to his feet quickly, hissing out in the pain they were in. The Grabber had broken his ankles. After all, he tried to run and escape when he got the chance the first time. He let out a yelp after he almost fell, landing on his knees. That'd leave a scrape.

Not bothering to get up, Griffin began to army crawl towards the basement door, hearing the voices of officers. Or detectives. Or both, he couldn't exactly tell. He tried to shout for help, but without actual good water in his throat, it was rather difficult. The boy stumbled to get up, using the door as guidance before he began to pound his fists on it. He stumbled backwards, a soft whine escaping him when he fell back onto his behind. His eyes were wide when he noticed the basement door opening. "Down here!" A voice called, pushing the door open and only gasps escaping officers and detectives. He felt someone pick him up, bringing him outside and into the light. Though someone caught their attention. "GRIFFIN!" A voice called out. A person. A friend who would constantly search for Griffin during his years of being in that cold basement. Y/N ran towards where Griffin was, the ambulance. "Officers, Can I go with him, please!?" They questioned, looking at the officers, detectives and ambulance people. Though only a detective waved them off, leaving Y/N to quickly get into the ambulance with Griffin in it.

After a while of driving and explaining everything, the hospital was in sight of Y/N. Thank god... When the ambulance had stopped, Y/N was quick to get out of the way of paramedics, who took the stretcher with Griffin on it and began to head inside the hospital. Y/N debated on following, knowing how badly their parents would be worried if they didn't go home. Taking a quick breath in, they ran around the ambulance and towards the automatic doors that opened as soon as their foot was near it. They couldn't wait. Well. Most people had already planned their appointments and everything, leading the line to be mainly empty. Y/N looked around, back and forth before taking steps towards the desk.

A woman looked up to them, speaking before looking back down at the work they were doing. "Hello, do you have an appointment?" She asked, typing something into the computer about any valuable information she had been given. Y/N was taking shaky breaths before speaking. "No... But is there a way you could notify me if a boy by name Griffin Stagg gets better at all? Or tell someone who works with him to call my parents!?" They spoke fast, rushed. The worker lifted her head, her eyes narrowing. "Griffin Stagg? I thought he was missing." She repeated before Y/N spoke with a slightly harsher tone of voice. "Well, he was! Look, he'll explain everything when he's actually y'know- NOT BLEEDING OUT!? Is there a way you can get my parents or me informed at all!?" They questioned, slamming their hands down on the desk with a harsh glare in their eyes.

"What's your family's house number?" The woman questioned, Y/N saying it before looking at the woman. "We'll let you know when he wakes up or wishes to see visitors. Goodbye." The woman spoke, leaving Y/N to only turn on their heel and begin to quickly leave the hospital.

A couple weeks went by without any messages. Though a phone ringing caught the attention of Y/N after weeks. Standing quickly to their feet from the couch in the living room, they almost tripped from the carpet before running towards the phone. Taking it off the ringer, they held it to their ear with widened eyes and a piercing feeling of hope in their chest. "Hello? Is this the L/N household?" The voice asked-

#griffin stagg #griffin stagg x reader #the black phone x reader #the black phone imagine #cliffhanger #tbp #carrying tbp x reader #the black phone #armogeddon time #paul graff

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clockworkcopernicus · 25 days

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damnatorum.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of drugs (antidepressants), death in the family, psychological torture, rape, horrible fucking writing (I'm supposed to be sleeping, appy polly loggies if shit doesn't make sense), and more

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Pete Mochaliwei James.

The most taciturn droog out of all of them.

He was a strange boy. Quiet. Reserved. In his own world. He avoided eye contact, rarely got attached to humans (though he did find everyday objects like toasters, mirrors, and doors entertaining), and never really had anything going on. If you looked him deep and straight into the eyes, you'd figure there was absolutely void behind it. He was hard to read. His expression was always inscrutable. His parents were killed in a vehicular accident. He never had any family to love or to care for. He was outcasted and harassed for his "weird" nature. He was hurt and hurt and hurt and hurt. It never stopped. Till he found Alex. He was beaten up in an alleyway. Scarred. He was pathetic. Like a sad, lost, and abandoned puppy. There was a cut on his lip, and he had a black eye. Alex took him in, not cause he felt any ounce of sympathy for the poor boy, but he knew it would be easy to twist and use Pete. Someone in such a vulnerable mental state would be perfect to warp.

Pete turned out to be just the perfect good boy Alex expected and more. He followed all of Alex's commands, never got out of line, and didn't really complain about Alex's tyranny. Pete wasn't exactly a sucker for rape and violence like the others were, but he did his fair share. Although Pete was a bit too shy for Alex's liking (he would prefer if Pete were more blunt with his words), Alex still liked him. To most, being liked by a pretty blond blue-eyed boy your age would be a blessing. To Pete, it was inferno. Alex treated Pete like a fucking dog, and even if Pete never complained or talked about it, he hated it. Alex was like the owner and Pete the pet. Alex near to always babied Pete (not in a gentle way), and acted as if Pete were some sort of fascinating sculpture, crafted by the finest artist of all. When Alex looked at Pete, it wasn't the gaze of a friend. it was an inspection. Pete was an object in Alex's eyes, which made it easier to boss him around without feeling guilty about it. Not that Alex could in the first place.

"Pete, dear brother! lovely seeing you here."

".....Why did you call me?"

"Aha, for the old in-out-in-out, ofcourse."

Did I mention they were fucking too?

"......"

"Alrighty, I suppose you remember the drill, Petey-boy?"

Pete closed his eyes and shakily exhaled through his nose.

"in the litso this time. Come on. You've done it before."

Alex said in a way a loving and caring owner would speak to their dog. Pete didn't complain, as per usual, and got on his knees. He closed his eyes, expecting the sound of a zipper and something getting shoved into his mouth, but he was met with silence for a bit. After a good second or two, he felt Alex put something on his head. He opened his eyes and noticed Alex put a bunny headband on him.

"....?"

"Cute, innit? Wanted my little puppy to look extra horrorshow for today. Y'know, with it being Easter n' all."

Pete didn't exactly abide by the laws of Christianity, but he did know there was Bog somewhere out there. It completely slipped his mind that it was Easter, since on the days he wasn't being actively forced to participate in some delinquency Alex planned for the droogs, he spent all his time in his room either reading or contemplating things. He was massively introverted and preferred silence and peace. Nobody was there to greet him a happy Easter, and on the way to Alex's apartment, his vision was fucked from taking a concerning amount of antidepressants and didn't notice the Easter decor in the stores. Pete said nothing and went along with it. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth in preparation for the violent horrors he was about to face next.

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might make a smut on this idk if this gets a positive reaction I'll do it

#im going insane #silly #a clockwork orange #alex delarge #im silly #this is what makes us girls #what the fuck #i cant sleep #i hate it here #good morning everyone #appy polly loggies everyone

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abyssalhuntersnerd · 1 year

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Oh, ooh, I have some trouble absorbing the story after reading some posts.

I saw some posts pointing out that the Inquisition was shown in a better light than the Church, like the story agrees with the Inquisition more than the cult. I ask myself why? I think some people would want the Inquisition to suffer more or be punished as a consequence of their action (The taking of all Aegir in Gran Faro).

I personally think that the entire kerfuffle in Gran Faro was the result of the Inquisitions harsh actions and things in SN would go from very bad to extremely worse had it not been for actual outsiders intervening. If not for Kaltsit, Jodi would have been taken away, and if not for the hunters and aus, the seaborns will overrun Gran Faro.

Almost all Iberian char. barring the Inquisition have some sort of negativity towards the Inquisition. Interestingly though, I think Lumen, the only aegir in gran faro, does not hold any negativity for the Inquisition despite their actions. Irene though, left the Inquisition because it does not have good relations towards the hunters nor the aegirs.

I think I lost my point, sorrryy. I think I just need someone to throw these ideas out.

No no, don't be sorry! I love hearing about what people have to say about this event. So don't worry, if anything you are welcome to do so in my inbox anytime.

I feel like a lot of people need to understand one thing first, which might seem like a weird thing for me to say but stop trying to think in the "Black and White" mentally. The "Bad or Good" mentality most people have when it comes to media. And it's not really anyone's fault for thinking this way, most media is just like this nowadays where the bad people are bad and irremediable, while the good people are pure and have no faults.

This mentality does not appy to Arknights. There's no good or bad, just people trying to get by. Yes, some are out of their minds because of trauma. There's no right or wrong, not even the seaborns are as evil as we all make them to be.

Now, here's the deal with the Inquisition: What they've done to Aegir, has been unacceptable. And it's something that should not be forgiven or forgotten but also- Put yourself in Iberia's place for a moment. The sea took everything from them, made them loose all their glory and has slowly but surely made Iberia disappear. The Inquisition was created in order to help defeat the seaborns and while yes, their methods have been somewhat effective... It's not enough. It will never be enough. The threat they face is one they simply cannot overcome alone.

But then, what's the deal with the Aegirs? Simple. They come from the sea. They come from the place that took everything from them- So of course people will immediately be suspicious of them. Any wrong move and you could be taken away to never come back. Is it hate they feel for them? No. Just fear. Iberia wouldn't have hated Aegir so much or have done the things they did for nothing. Unless they are really just that racist, but then again... They learned from Laterano and I refrain from making any comment about the matter.

The Inquisition fears Aegir because they could be part of the church of the deep, or simply because who knows what they truly are.

But how can we solve these issues? You can't. You cannot with any help. And that's where the issue lies. Aegir and Iberia need to step up even more than they have and ask for help.

As for Lumen- He's just too good to be true, so he doesn't think much of the Inquisition because in a way, he admires what they do but he also doesn't think much about what happened to his parents because he doesn't seem to remember most of it. (I'm sleepy I don't remember all the details.) But then, there's also the fact Lumen just got tired of running away and being told what to do that he simply decided to do what his heart desired. So for him, it's simply about doing what he truly wants and he understands the things that the Inquisition has done, but still accepts to join.

And our beloved little bird, simply saw things how they were. Irene needed to simply find her reason to fight and look at things in a different way. And that's what happens to her during SN, she sees that the Inquisition holds her back from doing what she truly wants to do. Simple as that.

But yeah. Have some of my sleepy thoughts. I'm going to bed. This is so messy, sorry- sjbsjssj.

#asks

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ilycupid · 6 months

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Growing up, something that always kept me sane was writing. So im using tumblr as a way to keep that commitment to myself. To those are reading, I think it's pointless for me to sit here and explain myself and do an introduction. Im sure you'll find more about me as you read on...if you choose to do so. Something I really want to write about...talk about is how I dont think I can feel a damn thing anymore. YES this is cliche im aware. I dont think I could feel anymore damned as much as I do right now. I have such a blank mind, something chaotic could happen right now infront of me and id sleep like a baby. No, thats not always a good thing. The person im talkikng to could leave right now and I wouldnt be affected by it all. My frineds could leave me and i'd be okay. I think my response time could be delayed and i'd get these intense thoughts, stuck in atrance almost but then ill snpa back out of it andcontinue on to function. SO i retract my statement, yes i think i can feel but it's disorganized. #disprganzedattachmentstyletings Maybe my goal is to heal this? I want to start rocessing and feeling things beyond surface level, I want to feel all of it and everythtng and go through the motions, becuase the back and fourth between the two is fucking ya girl up in the head. Suggestions? lol

One thing im focused on right now is getting into a routine, and I understand this will take a while but I think this will help me ground myself and create some type of foundation for myself. My goal is to accoplish something I want to do everyday, focusing on keeping promises to myself. I tend to get lost in the things around me, i hate tik tok because I vcould be having a horrible day and next thing you know I get bored and I start scrolling its like I cant stop. (yes ive set timers and restraints, ill ignore them) the shit means actually nothing to me. Time means nothing to me . This is something that really affects the flow of my routines. I want to delete it...and most times I do but then i miss it or feel fomo so then i get it back and its sooo unnecessary, ugh! Maybe I will for a month? Only have appys such as twitter and tumblr because it encorages reading and writing in a way lol?

Okay im signung out, hopefully i come back soon.

cupids signing out.

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smartfeller · 1 year

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Harry Bottom and the Philosophers Bone

Harry Bottom and: The Philosophers Bone chapter 1

Harry Bottom lived with his aunt and uncle Virgin and Petunia dursley, along with their fat twat of a son Dudley, who always got more presents than him. he had to live with them because his parents had died of AIDS and he was an orphan. he hated living with them, because they were such prudish twats and because they were so mean and didnt accept him. they made him stay in the closet because he was always wanking and smoking strange herbs. he didnt know why he was always so horny but it had been this way as long as he could remember...

on his 18th birthday, he received a letter from ‘Hogfarts School of Bitchcraft and Faggotry. he had never heard of the place. his aunt and uncle immediately forbade him from going and locked the door of his cupboard, but the letters kept arriving. there were a fuckload of owls flocking about the house and gypsies and transvestites kept knocking on the door. uncle virgin was fuming. eventually, he drove them all the way to a horrible little house in the middle of the sea somewhere in the hebrides or summat. ‘ha! id like to see them find us here! no nephew of mine shall be a faggot!’ they made harry stay in the coldest most horrible room wearing a chastity cage, cus they were weird like that. with sad resignation, poor lickle harry bottom stuck a finger up his butt and started jerking off, when all of a sudden there was a booming knock at the door...

he stopped mid-wank. nervously, uncle virgin crept towards the door and opened it. and whew! there stood a giant BEAR of a man in a leather jacket, with a huge shaggy beard. he walked straight inside and turned to harry ‘appy birthday lad! todays the day you become a true gaylord’ he said, slapping harry on the back harry wasnt sure what he meant. the hairy giant strode past virgin and petunia, who were too shocked to say anything, sat his enormous fat arse down on the sofa. unfortunately, he had not noticed that dudley was already sat there, and before the lad could squeal in protest he was already engulfed betwixt the giants enormous booty cleft. the giant stretched his arms and shuffled around in his seat. ‘not reet comfy’ he said, before ripped an enormous fart which rattled the windows. ‘ahhh, much better’ the muffled sound of poor dudley screaming could be heard from within sweaty confines of the hefty leather-clad rump, but just barely. harry felt his boner stiffening, man, how he wished he could be engulfed in such an ass. ‘so harry, i suppose you’ll want to be coming with me, eh?’ his deep voice echoed through the stony hovel ’ ‘spect you cant wait to leave this orrible place’ he unbuckled his leather jacket slightly. harry stood staring, mesmerised at the enormous mans hairy body. ‘yes... but, sorry, who are you?’ he replied the man laughed heartily. ‘who am i? aha ha ha. the names Shagrid, i knew yer dad very well before... well... before’ ‘you knew my dad?’ ‘oh aye! and a fine cock he had too. 14inches. reckon youve inherited that’ he said with a wink. harry blushed. ‘your father was one of the greatest faggots what ever lived, harry. second only to the legendary Dumblewhore, of course. and youre going to go to were he learned it all: ‘Hogfarts School Of Bitchcraft And Faggotry’. marvelous place...’ ‘HE SHALL NOT BE GOING!’ shouted uncle virgin suddenly from across the room ‘I SHALL HAVE NO QUEEN OR FAIRY TEACHING ANY NEPHEW OF MINE HOW TO BE A... A...’ he couldnt scarcely bring himself to say the words ‘A HOMOSEXUAL!’ there was silence.

‘a... a what?’ said harry shagrid smiled warmly ‘yer a faggot harry’ ‘but no... i cant be a...?’ ‘you ever felt your dick twitch while looking at a mans arse? ever wanted to suck on a long hard cock?’ harry didnt know what to say, the answer of course was yes

‘HE SHALL NOT BE GOING!’ shagrid suddenly got angry, he stood up and cast a smell in uncle vernons direction which made him pass out. aunt petunia screamed. ‘anyway lad, since its your birthday ive prepared a delicious cake for you’ he stood up and dropped his breeches suddenly, presenting the most grotesquely hairy pair of buttocks you could possibly imagine, thick wooly curls of dark fur covering every inch of his gigantic behind. harry stared on in awe, each cheek was literally twice the size of his head. a rich wizardly musk filled the room at its presentation, beads of sweat glistening on the damp curly fur. what a horny sight, hed dreamed about this. harry was ready to dive in, only... his cousin was wedged deep within the giants hairy arsecrack, squirming desperately for freedom. half of his body had already been engulfed. you could hear his muffled cries for help, but just barely. ‘um.. shagrid’ said harry, nervously, ‘whats wrong, dont you want to eat it?’ he said disappointingly, smacking his cheek. he ripped an especially juicy sounding fart whilst smiling, as if to entice him. dudley squealed pitifully as the anal flaps vibrated against him. ‘yes, i mean, its just’ the giant hadnt even realised ‘i mean, my cousin, hes...’ shagrid delved an enormous hairy hand inside his furry crack and began digging around ‘oy! what’re you doin there’ he pulled the terrified dudley out of his massive gaping hole with a horriple shlompfing sound and cast him aside, whimpering, on the floor; covered in ass-slime. ‘well, anyway. you can have your birthday present later’ PFFFFRRRAAAARRP! ‘right now we had better off to london; the very centre of faggotry in england. ‘spose you got yer letter about all the supplies youll need n that’ ‘no actually, uncle vernon burned them all’ ‘no worry, i have one here’ he handed it to harry, uncle vernon was still unconscious on the floor. petunia and dudley crouched terrified in the corner.

harry had never been to london, he was afraid. all hed ever known was life inside the cupboard. he went outside with hagrid, and saw a badass motorcycle parked somehow on the rocky shore outside the building. hed never seen a bike like it. it looked expensive, but all beat-up and rusty. like something from a junkyard, it didnt even look like it had a motor. shagrid hoisted up his hefty bulk and straddled the vehicle and shuffled his pants down slightly, then gestured harry to climb aboard. he did so, clambering up and clinging to the giants vast muscular back, his crotch nestled nicely between his cheeks. shagrid produced an object something like a trumpet from inside his jacket, and inserted the end of it deep into his giant hole. PPPPFFFFRARRRRP! PRRRP! PRRP! he blasted a few farts, harry couldnt help but laugh. ‘got a light, son?’ asked the giant, in his deep gravelly voice harry retried a lighter from his pocket and struck it ‘now hold on tight, lad’ as soon as it caught light, the blare of gas erupting from the end of the trumpet, the entire bike rose and began to soar through the air. harry couldnt believe it. as they flew high above the clouds, harry found himself snuggling deeper inside the warm sweaty crack, thickly forested with fur, pulling the giants jacket over his head, there he fell asleep...

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hxroic-wxlls · 1 year

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"I thought I felt something familiar. So, it was just Brynhildr and Kagayaku." Ozpin walked up. "Still if the reason for their fight is neither being happy about remarks about potential relationships, then I'll keep quiet. I'm not giving them a common target. If anything, being single isn't that bad."

"Says, the guy with a cursed with immortality former wife who during your second life you had a violent break up that was the start of you owing Freyja favors. Like that's your own mistakes talking."

"No, this has nothing to do with her. Especially since Freyja quite literally scared her into hiding. The only thing the two of us agree on nowadays, depending on the reason Freyja is around, avoid her."

"And how's that working out?"

"Never making the mistake of trusting Salem to not rat me out again. Speaking of which, yes, Appy, it's who teaches history. She needed a job and the only options were Freyja's pizza chain or the college I run. Only cases of places that wouldn't ask questions."

“ Now, now, no need to argue. Being afraid of afraid of Ms. Freyja is totally reasonable. Although, hate to break it to ya, but it’s likely that you’re never gonna stop owing her favors. That’s just how life goes. “

Was she being a troublemaker on purpose, now? Probably...most likely so. But hey, she’s gotta do SOMETHING to entertain herself. She’s not a part of the fight, so her next best option was to play around with these guys.

“ Heh. Sounds like you and Ms. Salem get along pretty well. “ Another joke, of course. “ That kinda reminds me, I should probably work on that history Essay, soon. It’s due next week...and I MAY have been procrastinating, a bit.”

#warriorsofcrimsonrealms #{cheerful royalty: ic}#{older!au}#{ask answered}

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ricardotomasz · 1 year

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Such is life! Behold, a new Post published on Greater And Grander about Dear Alyx...

See into my soul, as a new Post has been published on http://greaterandgrander.com/dear-alyx

Dear Alyx...

Dear Alyx, I know you will never feel the way I do, because you are incapable of real love. How could you be, when you were so willing to throw our relationship away because it no longer benefited you. You ran away from this relationship, literally. You took my car, and you ran away to your boyfriend in Northern California. When a crisis came, you ran away as fast as you could, just like you ran away from college, just like you ran away from nursing school, and just like you ran away from your relationship with Appy. Considering how your father ran away from you, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. We were together for over half a decade, and you decided to discard my affections. However, you felt the need to go beyond that, and insult me, and demean me. You systematically sought to undermine my self-confidence and self-worth, because you wanted to make sure you could keep milking me for money. I paid over $5,000 towards your college tuition, and you didn't even appreciate that. I was so foolish to ever put my trust in you. You are an abusive gas lighting monster, to the point where I still feel miserable inside about my own existence because of all the ways you put me down. I used to be afraid of dying alone, and then you showed me that dying alone would still be better than spending my life with someone like you. And the worst thing is, I wish there was a way I could make you love me, I really do, but that's just not possible. You didn't have the guts to break up with me, you just wanted to take advantage of me financially for as long as you could. Well, I hope you die lonely and alone, because it's what you deserve. But after I got you out of my life, things got so much better. And I don't say that from some subjective emotional standpoint, my life tangibly got better once you got out of it. Within weeks of breaking up with you, I have the receipts. I got into 2 paid artist showcases, a film festival, and I even got a scholarship to direct a play. And the reason for the change was because I spent so much time and energy trying to fix a relationship with someone who didn't care about me, that I stopped putting energy into myself. Because of your toxic personality, I lost track of who I was and what made me happy. There is one consoling piece of information. I recently went to visit my one year old nephew. For the first time in a long time, I felt content, and happy. As I played with him on the floor, I was so proud that he was my nephew, and I would do anything to protect him, help him, and keep him safe. You will never know that feeling, because you are so selfish, that you are incapable of loving, and incapable of being loved. You will never be in his life, and you will never have the opportunity to hurt him. I hate you so much, because all you left me with was emotional wreckage. There are no more one mores. I met you when everything was new and exciting, and the possibilities of the world seem endless. Somewhere between then and now, here and there, I guess we didn't just grow apart, I grew up, and you didn't. When something breaks, if the pieces are large enough, you can fix it. Unfortunately sometimes things don't break, they shatter. You shattered this relationship. You shattered me, and I don't know if I can put myself back together.

#MasterNoOne

#Master No One

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amphxtrite · 3 years

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Hate crimes towards asians.

Xenophobia has skyrocketed since the beginning of the covid-19 pandemic, turning ignorant people away from asian men, women and children because of remarks normalized due to the spread of covid. Skin colour is not a symptom of this virus, calling this pandemic the ‘kung flu’ or ‘china virus’ is not a joke, it is a real reason asians are being targeted and hurt.

Delian Yuan, Paul Andrew Michels, Xiaojie Tan, Daoyou Feng, Soon C. Park, Hyun J. Grant, Suncha Kim and A. Yue were victims of hate towards asians. Say their names, and spread awareness, their deaths were not by mistake, and they did not deserve this fate.

And it’s not just in the US either, in Vancouver alone police released a report saying asian hate crimes have risen by 717 percent from 2019-2020.

To make it worse people aren’t even just targeting Chinese people, but anyone who resembles an east asian, not only is it inconsiderate and rude, it is plain ignorant.

Do not think for a second it’s huge crimes like this shooting that are proof of this rise either, microaggressions towards asians have been present for the longest time and every asian child, teenager and adult can remember their own experiences.

Here are some of my own experiences,

since I was seven the first time people met me their first comments have been “do you eat dogs?” “ching chong” “what’s wrong with your eyes?” “your food smells awful.” or pulling their eyes back to ‘show me’ what I look like.

In the eighth grade I was speaking chinese for my class to tell them a little bit about chinese new year, and people laughed.

A boy asked me if I was going to stab him when I was eating lunch with chopsticks.

My mother was called a bitch because she was shopping with a face shield on. She was recorded and the video was on facebook before she got it taken down. She can still recognize the man who did it to her to this day. No one helped her in the store.

My friend was told her voice had a nasally sound bc she was asian, and that she ‘could tell’ english was her second language. This TEACHER went on to insult her family saying they couldn’t help her because they were used to how she spoke.

A teenager shouted ‘coronavirus’ at me while I was biking with a friend.

People would ask me if I had the coronavirus as a ‘joke’ because I am asian.

An adult, and a friend of my parents told me to brush off the racism I experience because ‘they are still young.’ as if actions don’t influence young minds into thinking what is right and wrong.

An eleven year old shouted racial slurs at me at the park for literally no reason.

“I thoughts asians are supposed to be smart” or asians mocking themselves to try and appease white peers “oh i’m just a dumb asian.” or “oh haha yeah I eat dogs.” do not think you have to put yourself down to appease others

Please. Educate yourself and stand against violence towards asian people.

And to the APPI community, let your stories and voices be heard.

Helpful Links.

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helpful links by @amourtentiaa

ways to help asian americans by @wand3ringr0s3

#stop appi hate #stop asian hate #let your voice be heard #anti asian violence resources #anti asian hate crimes #anti asian violence

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