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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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Lookism and their silly lil hobbies

My headcannons of their less obvious interests!

Daniel: now he's in the fashion department and earning some money, he guesses he should take more of an interest in current trends. He's still wearing Jay's castoffs and he's happy with them but he takes a huge interest in women's fashion for his momma. She's worked hard and she deserves nice things and Daniel wants to spoil her 🥰

Jay: his hobby? Daniel. His thoughts? Daniel. His dreams? Daniel. But guns and motorbike? This boy has a thing for Hollywood action films and he has pretty good taste too. Classics-ish such as Matrix, Terminator, John Wick

Zoe: she loves watching animal rehab videos on social media, and even the videos of newtubers helping out homeless or down on their luck people. Most of it may be scripted but the act of kindness (even for selfish purposes) makes her melt

Vasco: you think this man doesn't have a Pinterest account? He doesn't spend his spare time putting boards together? His boards aren't public? He's not ashamed. He's got at least 1 for parties, 1 for golden retrievers and 1 for Hero Man pics

Jace: kdramas, the more romantic with as many tropes the better. He likes a good story filled with miscommunication, lots of crying, scenes in the rain and open eyed kisses 😳

Zack: sneaky little hobby of reading up on supernatural shit. After running into the ghost of J High, he's been absorbed with ghosts and demons - in particular how to avoid getting cursed...

Mira: meditation. Putting up with Zack all the time and the violent boys, she needs her moment of peace before she gets overwhelmed. She's also had some pretty traumatic experiences, so this helps her to centre and recollect her thoughts

Johan: unironically a sneakerhead. Started off researching expensive shoes so he can recognise them but now he's fully into the hobby. Way too tight to buy any for himself when he could be saving for his momma's operation but it's nice to window shop 🥺

Vin Jin: we all know he would be twerking to Dukes music. But apart from obviously his music (cos music is his life yknow), he would be leaving hate messages and death threats on Dukes social media and fanpages. He hate watches Dukes live streams but cant stop the twerk creeping up on him

Mary Kim: she's in the Vocal and Dance department but this girl can shred like no tomorrow. She has a band she's the lead vocalist and guitarist of that she keeps off Vins radar so he can keep the shitty rap to himself

Crystal: hiking and the outdoors. It's a way to keep her second body fit and get away from her desk and all the business bullshit. During the days that Gun acts as her bodyguard, she tells him to stay at least 50ft away so he doesn't ruin the mood

Jake: memelord. Cos at least humour is free. He collects pics and memes, and has so many shitty dad jokes up his sleeve to send to the Big Deal members and groupchats that he often gets kicked out or blocked. Hearing their exasperation at another one of his messages always brightens up his day

Samuel: lol drinking as a hobby. this man should be spending all his spare time in therapy but can't win them all 🤷‍♀️ Doesn't do much on his own time that doesn't advance his goals but enjoys sipping on some smooth expensive shit. Not the best for his health, but he needs something to block out the demons

Lua: not the queen of info for nothing. Spends a lot of her time on social media, forums and the dark web reading up on info (and gossip). Shes also kicked up a gear with her Muay Thai training so the assholes in Big Deal would stop underestimating her

Sinu: all that time being locked up with that little bit of chalk? You know what he did? HE'S A FIC WRITER. Headcannons of Big Deal, Sinu X Yeonhui. What the guys would be doing now, what sort of girlfriend Yeonhui would be (I wrote this as a joke but it's pretty depressing)

Gun: you thought that was a casual notepad and pen he had on hand for brekdaks autograph? No bitch its his actual autograph book. He lives and breathes fighting and fangirls a little internally meeting his fighting idols

Goo: anime and boardgames. Yes yes he's a nerd ok. He watched 1 too many anime shows and in his head he's the protagonist fighting his way to the top, with his sidekick Gun. But who do you think left all the boardgames in that shitty house? Gun is boring and Goo needs entertaining. It's one way to let them get competitive without beating the shit out of each other... Usually

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the-90s-music-colosseum · 5 months

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Round 6, Match 3

expand to see all propaganda received!

Keanu Reeves:

"Best role model"

"I have several photos of keanu on my vision board on Pinterest because I need him so desperately"

"The most stunning, the sweetest, humble, funny, sincere, most gorgeous man alive probably. The internets boyfriend for a reason ya know what can you say? His looks do the taking for you. Like rivers edge Keanu? (80s so nvm) okay MOPI Keanu?? Riding that bike like nobody’s business in that hoodie leather jacket combo?????? Effervescent."

"This man screams KINDNESS AND LOYALTY. For that reason, it is enough. He is enough. More than enough."

"Majestic."

"i looked up keanu on pinterest to see what he looked like in the 90s and i ended up spiraling down a rabbit hole for half an hour just admiring his beauty. if that doesn’t prove that he deserves to win then idk what does"

PJ Harvey:

"She's just so real, Polly Jean with her thinness and her red lips and her talent. The woman who dumped Nick Cave with a phone call!"

"no other musician in this entire tournament has an album where there are two different songs about having an enormous strap-on. and if 50ft Queenie and Man-Size weren't enough, she followed it up with ANOTHER on her next record. stream Long Snake Moan"

#most attractive 90s musician #poll #polls #90s music #tournament #keanu reeves #dogstar #pj harvey #polly jean harvey

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lmjupdates · 1 year

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@mtv added “50ft” to the "Hidden Healers: The Self Care Playlist" Playlist on Spotify

Stream here: (x)

#lauren jauregui #playlist #update #postedbymarina

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toast-part-two · 2 years

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Whales of the Great Salt Lake

(TW animal death, animal cruelty, thalassophobia)

[Image ID: A black and white stylized whale image. The whale is breaching the surface of the sea and is blowing a spout of water into the air. Its tail is coming out of the water in the background.]

Hey y’all welcome back to another cryptid post. The cryptid energy of this creature doesn’t come so much from the creature itself, but it’s location, the Great Salt Lake.

As the leftover dregs of the massive prehistoric saltwater Lake Bonneville which drained about 15,000 years ago, Utah’s Great Salt Lake is a natural wonder.

[Image ID: a map of the former Lake Bonneville laid over the state of Utah and spreading into Nevada and Idaho, and about half the size of the state of Utah. It covers the area of the Great Salt Lake, only a fraction of the size in comparison.]

With a salinity six times that of the ocean, the Great Salt Lake is a death trap for anything other than bacteria, a couple algaes, and brine shrimp, aquatic invertebrates the size of a pencil eraser. A few freshwater streams flow into the lake, providing lagoons for select fish and shorebird species, but the lake itself its mostly inhospitable.

This makes the claim that several Australian whales, (known to exceed 50ft in length,) are alive and well in the Great Salt Lake, (about 42 feet at it’s deepest,) pretty hard to believe.

As a Utah resident myself, I’ve always had a soft spot for these whales. We’ve all had an uncle or neighbor spend a night out on the lake looking for them, and occasionally sightings of them still get published on blogs and Facebook posts. They of course never existed in the first place, but it’s still a fun story.

It began way back in 1890, when a local paper called the Utah Enquirer began documenting the efforts of one James Wickham to provide the budding economy of the newly settled Salt Lake Valley both with a novelty tourist attraction, and a cash crop of whale meat and oil. As whales are extremophiles, known to thrive under immense water pressure and in freezing temperatures, James believed the incredibly salty Great Salt Lake to be no match for them. The Utah Enquirer claimed that James began his project back in 1875, but records of this initiation could not be found.

The June 24th, 1890 article goes as follows.

“Intelligent newspaper readers have not forgotten the inauguration 15 years ago by Mr. James Wickham, a scientific English gentleman of the whale industry in the Great Salt Lake. As considerable time was required for the development of the experiment, the subject has passed out of the public mind but it has by no means been forgotten by naturalist or capitalists interested in the whale fishery.

The whale is the largest and probably the longest lived animal. They have been known to grow 100 ft in length and live to the age of 400 years. It is a mammal, or, in other words, suckles it's young. The project of Mr. Wickham was greatly assisted by this fact, for the difficulty that would attend the obtaining of whale eggs in the deep seas is at once apparent. It was only necessary to obtain a pair of whales in order to begin the propagation of animals under domestication. The southern or Australian whale was selected as the best suited to the Great Salt Lake. The greater part of two years were occupied off the coast of Australia by a vessel sent especially for the purpose and continued efforts to capture the young whales without injury. The feet, however, was at least accomplished, and the beasts, each about 35 ft long, were shipped to San Francisco in 1873 in tanks built expressly for them. 50 tanks of seawater accomplished their overland shipment to ensure plentiful supplies of the natural element.

Mr. Wickham came from London in person to superintend the "planting" of his Leviathan pets. He selected a small bay near the mouth of the Bear River connected with the main water by a shallow straight half a mile wide. Across this strait he built a wire fence, and inside the pen so formed he turned the whales loose. After a few minutes inactivity they disported themselves in a lively manner, spouting water as in mid-ocean, but as if taking in by instinct or intention the cramped character of their new home, they suddenly made a beeline for deep water and shot through the wire fence as if it had been made of threads. In twenty minutes they were out of sight, and the chagrined Mr. Wickham stood gazing helplessly at the big salt water.

If the Great Salt Lake were in Asia it would have been called a sea. It is 75 miles long and from 30 to 40 wide, so it is easy to perceive how readily the whales could vanish from sight. Though the enterprising owner was of course, disappointed and doubtful of results he left an agent behind him to look after his floating property.

Six months later Mr. Wickham's representative came upon the whales 15 miles from the bay where they had broken away, and from that time to the present they have been observed in intervals by him and the watermen who [sic]ply the lake spouting and playing.

Within the last few days, however, Mr. Wickham cabled directions to make careful inspection and report the developments, and the agent followed the whales for five successive days and nights. Discovering that the original pair are now 60 ft in length, and followed about by school of several hundred young, varying in length from 3 to 15 ft. The scheme is a surprising and complete success, and Mr. Wickham has earned the thanks of mankind.

Catching whales in the Great Salt Lake and following that business on the dangerous Greenland Coast are two different things. The enormous value of the new industry can be better appropriated by remembering that a single whale produces 20 tons of pure oil."

Article can be found here

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a modified train car. A large window on the side shows a young whale floating inside the train. There is a building behind the train on the left side, and some trees on the right.]

Claims that whales live up to 400 years and also lay eggs notwithstanding, the legend sparked to life again in the twenty-first century with the appearance of the image above. This photo depicts one of the whales in its train car bound for Salt Lake City. I’d love to believe the photographic evidence as much as anybody, but unfortunately this image was debunked in 2019 by the Utah news outlet Deseret News, who tracked down the creators. They revealed in an interview that this image was used to promote their business of preserving old photos.

Further investigation by Deseret News revealed that there never was any Mr. James Wickham or his crew of biologists, no record of them anywhere other than the Utah Enquirer.

And in a final blow to the story’s credibility, the Utah Enquirer published a denouncement on July 22, 1890, about a month after the original story ran, saying “It would be impossible for any whale to exist in the waters of the Great Salt Lake.”

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Despite the fact that whales do not and cannot exist in the Great Salt Lake, sightings continue to crop up. The most famous instance of this continued phenomenon happened almost a decade ago, when a twelve-foot humpback whale reportedly appeared in a field in Farmington Utah, about ten miles from the Great Salt Lake.

[Image ID: A dead whale lying on its side in a grassy field. Two men in the top left look down at it.]

Inconsistency in whale species aside, the image above brought a renewed fascination and belief in the Whales of the Great Salt Lake, (one I admittedly got caught up in,) before being debunked again by Deseret News in late 2015.

The Great Salt Lake, like most places in the world, is full of oddities and legends both real and made up. The lake boasts tales of pterodactyl sightings and mosquitos the size of helicopters. A troup of animals that escaped their traveling circus and were left to wander the desert. A creature with the head of an alligator and the body of a horse that charges at campers, and Pink Floyd, the flamingo that escaped Salt Lake City’s Tracy Aviary and spent a few seasons on the lake hanging out with swans and seagulls.

[Image ID: A flock of birds on the Great Salt Lake, both in flight and on the water. Most are black and white California Gulls, but there is one pink flamingo flying in the right center of the image. Mountains are visible in the background.]

(You guys should look up the story of Pink Floyd the flamingo it’s pretty great.)

Lake Bonneville is theorized to have been a thousand feet deep, and to have drained into the Pacific Ocean. Fossil evidence suggests that sea life would migrate up the channels and swim above what is now desert and mesa and scrubland, and maybe even down in what would become the Great Salt Lake 15,000 years later. Maybe whales joined them. Maybe, for a brief moment in time, Utah had whales.

But, if that ever was the case, those whales are long dead by now. It is with a heavy heart I must conclude that there are no whales in the Great Salt Lake. Even so, it’ll always be my favorite local legend <3

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whatdoesshedotothem · 2 years

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Monday 7.. July 1834

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not the better for my bottle of vin d’Asti last night – fine morning F60° at 4 ½ a.m. and 5 ½ - off from Contamines [Les Contamines-Montjoie] at 6 40 – dismounted in 3 or 4 minutes and walked all the way to Nant Borrant – at 7 25 the good road ceases (i.e. the road wide enough and good enough for a cart or char) and we began the ascent just opposite to Notre-Dame de la Gorge (on the other side the water) with its sixteen chapels - at 7 50 at the 1st cascade (right, a little below the road – not seen from it) of the St Gervais’ river – Nant Bourant [Nantborrant] – (the fall) (nant signifies waterfall) is a fine cleft, the fall (158ft.) divided by a rock – about 50 yards lower down the stream (left) there is another fall (a little stream gushing down from as great a height as the other) – then 5 or 6 minutes farther on the road (slow walking up the hill) another fall, the 2nd cascade, or Nant Bourant [Nantborrant], (close to the road, left) boiling thro’ a fine natural cleft and tunnel in the rock and then passing under the bridge – the guides guessed 50ft. of fall - a little rainbow of spray here – none at the other fall – about ¼ hour seeing the 2 falls - and at the neat wood auberge with green gallery at 8 ¼ - found my cousin come felt the wet about half hour ago at 7 ¾ but no harm done breakfast at 8 ½ - very good milk and bread and honey – the honey among the mountains excellent - off again at 9 ¾ - fine rather savage gorge – at the fine waterfall below the Crête at 10 40 – at 11 10 each throw a stone en passant (like other travellers) on the monticule Monument des dames, 3 dames du pays who were lost here in a storm many years ago - and after them the little plan here called le plan des dames - at 11 20 passed ten minutes of snow – Les blancs, small black and white birds (the snow-sparrow?) chirping and flying over the snow and among the high rocks - at the top at 11 46 and snow-bare slate mountain (right) almost smooth, steep slope - at 12 53 at the vrai sommet du col du Bonhomme having passed 17 pieces of snow - George’s foot slipt on the 3rd and he honeypotted down 20 or 30 yards – might have gone 2 or 3 times as far but luckily stopt himself against a small piece of projecting rock – the 2 English gentlemen lost just after passing the torrent - and here one turns, left, to mottes (motets) (very fine) right, into the vale de Beaufort - straightforward to Chapiu [Les Chapieux]- (down to Chapiu [Les Chapieux] and thence along the bottom of the vale to the oratoire du glacier and thence to Motets [Mottets], would have been longer but much easier than passing the col des fours directly down upon motets) - at the top of the Col des Fours at 1 ¼ almost all the way there from the vrai sommet du Bohnomme being on the snow – the top of the col des fours a narrow ridge of snow and a steep descent of 40 minutes on the snow from there - A- frightened at first while we tried going diagonally - but driving the mules straight before us and I then George sticking our heels fearlessly in, A- and David followed very well - at 2 10 very fine beautiful waterfall in 3 winding steps 80 to 90ft. down smooth blue state rock - another small stream and series of falls 20 or 30 yards to the left - looking down the stream - almost trackless descent upon what they in ridicule call la ville de Motets [Mottets] 2 or 3 shabby stone cots or huts - then in about 20 minutes at our Auberge at Motets [Mottets] at 3 35 – a splendid chalet - A- and I had a small double bedded low room between cellar and cow house and hay loft and George slept in the next room - a large sort of better kitchen lighted from the door opening in upper and lower half with mud floor, and up to the roof - at the other end (next to us) another place where the guides slept and then kitchen they cooked and lived in - the glacier de Motets [Mottets] very fine- just above us and beyond so as to have a good view – large and not very crévassé - dinner at 5 in ¾ hour – cold milk and bread (instead of soup) did not touch [that]- boiled mutton good but done to rags and old potatoes full of eyes. - A- had had a cold fowl (we brought it with us from Contamine [Les Contamines-Montjoie]) an hour before and lay down – she took the vin d’Asti we had brought and I a little very weak brandy with water – both of us lay down immediately after dinner for 1 ½ hour and slept – then got up and stood at the door talking to the people till 8 and I still later till 8 ½ when had boiled milk and prepared for bed - the people, man and wife and 4 or 6 children and one little sick thing in arms (at 6/. a month) belonging to somebody of Bourg Maurice - and the man’s brother - they have only been a week arrived and will go back in September - the pasturage belongs to the 2 brothers - was bought by their father - and David thinks may be about 100 quatrons (1 quatron = 312 ½ toises carrés at Chamouni [Chamonix-Mont-Blanc] - David has about 60 toises carrés for winter fodder for his cow) - taxes very high here - 12,000fr. of property pays 300fr. of taxes to government - a cow worth about 60fr. or more according to her goodness - a good calf worth about 20/. Coll Myrtle growing wild in the fields about Contamine [Les Contamines-Montjoie]) - gathered forget-me-nots (about 1 ½ to in. high) at the top of the Col de Bonhomme - daises, large sort, or chamomile growing there and gentianella frequent in the ascent - it is rhododendron ferrugineum that covers the hills and that the people burn as they do box-wood at the Pyrenees and quercus coccifera or kermes, about Montpellier - A- has borne today very well – a little frightened at the last snow (thought her legs would have failed her) but got on following me and George and hanging on David’s arm - Fromage de Gruyère 2/3 cows’ milk and 1/3 goats’ - all the wood here from Bourg Maurice - 4fr. per mule-load and the man 2/. + the mule 2/. - two days about bringing it – i.e. one day going and 1 returning - just before dinner the woman helped me to nail up my green cloth counterpane for a curtain to make dressing room so that I had privacy enough to prepare for my cousin come since morning but no harm very fine day - F58° at 9pm.

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i-couldnt-think-of-one · 4 years

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ya know who we’ve been sleeping on

lauren jauregui bc her music sLAPS

#this is random but i've been listening to her music non-stop #stream lento and 50ft BC THEIR SO GOOD

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sapphireorison · 3 years

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Cutting this because I'm spelunking into my psyche today and y'all need a warning to bring a torch, a water skin, and maybe an extra 50ft of rope. cw: the current pandemic, medical stuff (not mine), financial stuff, me sounding like an asshole as I churn through this stream-of-consciousness-like. Emotions are messy and just because a thought is bullshit doesn't mean I'm not having it.

Today is...not a great day. But not on my part. Or it is on my part but not because of anything happening to me. Today is in fact a fuckin' terrible day because I want to be somewhere and just fuckin'...can't be. Part of it's money. I feel like I've made bad financial choices in the past...couple-few years. So I feel guilty that I don't have the resources to physically be where I want to be. I feel guilty that I've repeatedly made choices to prioritize something other than money even though I know it's a little bit futile. I just. Have had to ask the boyo to help me with a couple of months already and it's worse because I know for a fact that I've done this to myself in pursuing this career, burning out on this career, and then not bailing like would be sensible and healthy and...god. Fuck. That's a whole other aspect of everything and I just. I can change it. I can fuckin' change it. I should. I should and then I wouldn't be going through this kind of bullshit right now.

Part of it is I feel like I'll be in the way? I left. Like. I know I've mostly moved beyond the bulk of the mourning for uprooting my life but there was a reason it felt very defining. I'm still grieving, but I'm halfway through coming to terms with it. But this is...this is part of that. If I go back, I'm in the way. I don't have a place there, I'm not expected to be there, people have moved the fuck on and I'll just be a complication. I'm upset about the idea that there's not a me-shaped hole in that life. So I'm feeling really fuckin' guilty that that means I don't feel like I can help. Like just one more person muckin' up the vibe of whatever's going on.

I always miss her. And today I miss her more. I'm never there for her and today I'm not there for her worse, somehow. And part of it is because I'm like. If I'm enjoying literally anything today, it's a betrayal. I'm not allowed to have nice things or do nice things or have any other emotion than this churning, helpless feeling, because someone I care deeply for is in goddamn fucking pain and I can't do anything about that. Anything beyond send encouraging chat messages (and I vented to a friend who has had lots of medical stuff and he's pointed out that if that's what I can do that's what I can do and it WILL be appreciated, so that's something). Just. Ugh. I feel deeply inadequate to the situation and I'm very upset about it.

So I'm upset.

Because my past choices mean that it'd be a lot of finagling and more upset to even get to somewhere where I'm not even sure I'm wanted. AND there's a plague. Like. Is it irresponsible for me to want to zoom to another state to be with a person who is ill when that could be super bad? And I don't know if I'm not wanted.

But if I AM wanted isn't that worse? If I am and I'm not going, what kind of person does that make me that I've decided not to, idk, borrow money from my consort and do this thing. It feels selfish and not selfless enough to go just because I feel terrible about not going and not going because I don't want to be a burden in an already stressful situation b/c I'm not confident I can do literally anything to help.

And the discussion I just had with my friend was very good, because he pointed out that I don't want to make HER feel guilty that I picked up and flung myself halfway across the country and/or if it's not a big thing (it might be a big thing, but if it's not) and I just show up and just... Augh. Messy. His advice is just to show care: send messages, stay in gentle contact but don't demand anything, and to use the fancy delivery stuff that the plague has made ubiquitous to send food and things that take the pressure off if I can't do it with my own two hands. Which is. Okay. I can do these things.

Since at this point I'm ready to admit that I'm mostly upset that I've decided not to go and I'm trying to come to terms with it. (She mine and I'm failing, fuck.)

Fuck.

Honestly, trying to process through is an improvement, because this feels distressingly similar to my 2020 frustrations. Why I can't be doing something? It's that...it's the same helpless feeling. And because I'm feeling upset and helpless, I'm locking up. I spent a lot of days curled on the couch during the plague and world events and just...everything because if shit is terrible then I'm not allowed to feel good. If I'm not doing what I'm supposed to be, then I'm doing nothing until I do the thing I'm supposed to be doing.

I've been using the 'I'm allowed to do fun things' mantra for about half of 2021 and it's......barely helped. But it's not nothing, I guess. And I miss being able to use a location (in this case coffeeshop) to allow myself a ritual space where I can do fun things and stuff that's not what I'm 'supposed' to be doing (work, helping when I can't, etc). I have barely touched my creative projects, because they're fun and that's time that could be spent doing something. (That I instead spend curled up in a ball because I'm useless.)('Useless' is my depression's favorite intrusive thought, so that's uh. Not great.)

So it's this. Morass. Because if I unlock myself doing something I'm not supposed to be doing then I'm, I guess, a bad person, apparently. Wow, which is not rational, holy shit.

Cool cool cool. Alright. Okay.

So I guess. This is a bunch of bullshit to untangle, since it all leads back to itself. And what I'm really trying to figure out Right Now but also in the aggregate is how to live with the fact that I am not going out and physically doing the thing. My energy and money is limited, and I am allowed to do something that's not sitting in a ball. Something something ownership of my choices and respecting my own limitations.

I still hate it. It doesn't need to lock me up, but I still hate it.

This has been a vent. Ty for listening.

#personal nonsense #vent #vent post #upsettii spaghetti #ty tumblr today you're my therapist #Also this stuff right here???#This is the blockage I'm trying to wrastle with during this growth phase #It's gotten to the point where I need to and it's the most pressing #so #voila #nrghg

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insomniaccipher · 2 years

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Boomer Lore 2/11 [Final] (Sorry for making this so long)

- Boomer asks again about the number of bodies Sam has and if he can actually meet him there

(Boomer then breaks and starts laughing due to the fact there is still stuff in the ocean from the Team Sea's event)

- Back on track Boomer says he's almost there but complains about the heat from the nether and soon is back on the mainland.

- Boomer brings up that feeling again and that it's never been that strong before and in the past, it's only been like 50ft away. Boomer denies that it's got stronger saying "I haven't figured out... They never told me what it is or what I'm supposed to do, or what it even does" "I don't know why they didn't tell me before I woke up in a new area"

(Once again, Boomer breaks after accidentally hitting a zombie piglin)

- Boomer says Sam has always been good to them after asking his hat what it thinks Sam wants but, after arriving at the main Nether hub says Sam does seem different than how he used to be.

- Boomer walks out and sees Sam who says finally and Boomer makes a remark "My bad I don't have multiple bodies everywhere!" with Sam telling him to shut up.

- They walk and Sam tells Boomer he runs the prison or 'one of him runs the prison' and that he is taking Boomer to the bank to meet someone as Sam wants to see what he thinks of them.

- When asked if their bad Sam says "I think they have the potential to be a good or bad person" and that the person in question reminds Sam of Boomer. Soon they stop outside of Hannahs house revealing Sam will be introducing Boomer to Hannah

- They arrive at the bank and Boomer comments that it's not finished and that it's only one of them (Sam's bodies) working on it.

-The steam ends with Hannah logging on and Sam saying "come and meet Hannah"

(Will I cover Hannah's stream? maybe not since it was kinda short but we'll see)

Part 1: Here

Part 2: Here

Part 3: Here

Part 4: You're here

#DreamSMP #MCYT #BoomerNA #Lore notes #2/11 #I was sick #Long post #Awsamdude #Final part #sorry this took so many posts

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shanzodragoness · 3 years

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I'd like to openly admit to the world that I am a survivor of domestic abuse. I thought I could deal with it, that it was somehow my fault why I'd get hit or get screamed at, that it was somehow my fault why I'd be backed up into a corner, curled up and praying for my life to end, there was no escape.

At the beginning he was so good to me, then everything changed a year or so in as he'd not pay me back for things. This escalated to him having me pay for large items on the promise that "it didn't matter who paid bc we were going to spend the rest ofour lives together". It was five years of this bullshit. Him robbing me blind.

When we broke up he refused to give me any of my belongings, or even compensate for the things he wanted to keep. He threw my belongings in the bin, and stole the rest, saying that I couldn't get them bc he'd just not let me in the house.

After looking through my finances I discovered that every one of my birthday meals were paid exclusively by myself. He'd pretend to pay me on his banking apps, only to cancel once he'd "shown" me that he was going to pay.

People like this break the trust that everyone else has to pick up and try to teach me how to trust again.

Now I'm stuck with some effects of all that shit. I saw a guy at the other side of the tunnel whilst I was on my way to work early morning, about his height, similar hair, and watching me. I almost lost my mind until I came up to 50ft of this man. It was a guy enjoying a greggs coffee, probably looking at me since you don't get that many signs of life that early in a morning.

Whenever I hear aloud alarm or someone shouts, my mind starts shutting down like all those times HE did that to me.

I had surgery on my leg a few months ago, he guilt tripped me into not being intimate... I was in pain bc of his threat to leave me. He convinced me over those 5 years that nobody else would have me, that I had an anger issue. I now know that this was a normal reaction to the constant lies, deceit and twisting things.

He left me after a threat, that he could no longer get anything out of me, quoted. Left after I refused to bail him out of £1500 of debt. I told him how I'd saved up money so hard for our future, only to have it taken away. He wanted my money, everything I'd saved up since I wouldn't spend it now there was no future. I refused.

And guess what, this has more plot than Eastenders.

Whilst I was in hospital, in pain, (pre-op) he hardly texted me, saying he was busy talking to someone else. Said that "if I was confirmed dying, he'd maybe visit me on my deathbed, to break up with mein person."

It gets better, he told me he was in love with a man who was a foreign exchange student who got stuck in America bc covid.

The truth, this man lives behind an anime girls drawing who does game streaming. Not a student from our university, the lies never ended. He had 'depression' and used that as an excuse to why he'd be horrible to me, yet be kind if he wanted to take advantage of me. Then he told me he pretends to be an anime girl on the internet. And he had a Tinder account to catfish lesbians into sending pictures of their breasts. I found out about previous times he'd attempt to cheat on me, 'attempt' bc they'd leave bc of his stalking nature.

Wait, there's more.

I recently found out he came out as transgender.

He also took away my two beautiful rabbits, I paid for them, paid for vet bills etc. All bc he feels entitled to everything and he'll get away with it bc it's a "breakup not a divorce."

He started the relationship bc a girl (me) was interested and it was an opportunity for him to get laid and get what he wanted.

Moral of the story.

Some monsters can really live a double life to get what they want, without remorse for their victim.

The reason why I publish this story is to warn everybody else out there what people are capable of. I have a five year period of lies, time I can never regain. I don't have the support from my family to pursue this legally. He did get away with it. It's a sick truth that women like me (and men too) go through this shit and there's so much that goes unreported.

I told my friends and my mum's friends about it all, to try and not bottle it all up. What I found out made my blood boil. The majority had their own story of domestic violence to tell. All unreported. All unprosecuted. All kept a secret bc we're "silly to let that happen".

I wish I could do something, now he'll walk free and not have a single repercussion for what he did.

That is a man who knows he can punch a woman in the face and get away with it.

#domestic violence #my story #signal boost #please so the world knows this is worse than it seems #hidden

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