this is a callout post for Van “@drgears-site-19“ Voreman, (Past urls include “Keterisfake” “682fangirl” and “godimtootiredtocomeupwithanotherurl”)

they’re OBVIOUSLY objectclassest, even going so far as saying thaumiel isn’t a real object class. they have repeatedly misclassified me and my friends, saying we aren’t real keters and euclids just because our containment procedures say differently?? 

Im asac (assigned safe at containment) and just because of that they refuse to call me keter! You Don’t Have To Kill To Be a Real Keter. anyone who says otherwise is being classest uwu.

they repeatedly try and call mtf crews on us, I’m uncontained! get over it, this isn’t ok. they’ve shown to be apollyonphobic MANY times, saying that that’s not a real object class?? that we aren’t REAL SCiPs

they said this to my friend, a keter, after they were talking about smooching their dino lover. 

and heres what they said when i was talking about my struggles of being a safe to keter :(

so watch out, this person is obviously objectclassest, and all around mean. 

please know its all screencapped and emailed to my lawyer . She will have filed charges  by tomorrow afternoon . By law We must allow you 48 hours to remove the offending material.



What happened after Sehun left😂 Jeonghan was like “you’re not gonna believe what just happened”

Maybe Not As His Partner, 2/2

Part 1 is here


“Coffee, then? There’s a place at the end of the block there.”

“We could get married. County clerk’s office is in the same building.”

“Oh, OK, let’s get right on that,” she says mildly.

That odd word he’d introduced between the two of them some weeks earlier — “marriage.”  Somehow, of all the fantastic things they’ve seen and done together, that word is the strangest, the X-est of files. She’ll go days without thinking of it, then spend an entire weekend goofily pondering the fact that technically they were engaged, she was his fiancee — he’d asked, she’d said yes. Never mind that the deed could never be done — the words had been spoken and it was a fact between them. An incredibly loaded and bizarre fact, but a fact nonetheless.

She knew he was thinking of it, too — she’d be absorbed in work, deep in concentration, and when she looked up, he’d be staring at her, mouth just slightly open, a dreamy look in his eyes. Maybe he was just thinking about what they’d done the night (or morning) before, or what he wanted to do next — he did tend to stare at her at those times, too … but she had a sense, she could tell there was a different quality to his dreaminess when he was thinking of that conversation.

Nothing had changed, and yet.

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