i have the mind of a 15 year old

How to Make Coffee - a guide by Tim Drake

*Warning: Do not drink unless you don’t mind accumulating major medical issues and probably brain damage. When drinking this coffee, use caution, and pray it does not burn through your esophagus and devour you from the inside out. Do not drink if you are younger than 15 years old, have any health problems (besides no spleen. I don’t have one and I drink this anyway so it should be fine, but if you’re a normal person with no spleen then I wouldn’t recommend this, just in case), take medication, are pregnant, have a low caffeine tolerance, are not a hardened vigilante, know Alfred and might tell him about this semi-fatal cup of coffee I drink regularly, or wish to live a long life* 

*Side effects include: Either a good caffeine boost for the day or a coma. There is no in between. 


Ingredients

• Extremely strong Death Wish coffee grounds 

• Redbull 

• Splenda 

• A few flakes of salt (to ensure you’re bitter enough to face the world) 

• Tequila 

• Three drops of hot sauce (to strengthen your pain tolerance) 

• A few caffeine tablets (for maximum caffeination) 

• Love 

Directions

• Make a pot of coffee with the grounds and Redbull instead of water 

• Pour into a large mug (for best results, invest in a giant mug that fits multiple cups of coffee to enhance the experience) 

• Take everything else and mix it all in until the coffee looks just a little poisonous (I assure you it’s not as deadly as it looks. I drink this twice a day and I turned out alright) 

• **Do not add milk (this coffee must be black as your soul)** 

• Try not to die 

So I’ve had this one customer who always comes up to me and like insists on waiting for me even if I’m super busy and my coworkers are free. He makes jokes about me being his girlfriend, about how we’ll run away together, and I just have to smile cause that’s my job, and my manager told me it wasn’t big enough to make a complaint out of. Keep in mind, I’m a 17 year old girl and he’s a man in his mid-50s. Last week, he comes in, talks to me for a good 15 minutes about his divorce, and once I’m done helping him he tries to pull me in for a hug. I duck around and get the hell out of there. Then, that night, when I get home I have a facebook message from a stranger. ‘Are you the [my name] who works at [store]?’ And I click the profile picture and it’s that guy. So I ignore it and go on with my life. Two days ago, he shows back up and finds me. Our store’s really big, idk how he keeps tracking me down. He asks me to get him something off a high shelf, even though he’s got a solid six inches on me, but I put on my customer service smile again and stretch onto my tiptoes to reach it, and when I do, he hugs me from behind and puts his hands on my chest. I scream, he runs, and two of my coworkers find me. When I tell my manager, he agrees that a line has been crossed, so we call the cops, and file a report. That night, when I go out to my car, I see a figure at the edge of the parking lot, and I get freaked out, go back in, and have one of my coworkers walk me out. Yesterday, the whole day goes by without an incident, but my coworker walks me out again to be safe. We get to my car, and I’m about to get in the driver’s side door when I see my coworker waving his hands, mouthing ‘no’, and gesturing for me to get back inside the store. I look around, and see through my back window, the creepy customer is LYING ON MY BACKSEAT. From the angle, I don’t think he can see either of us, so I loudly say that I forgot my jacket, and have to go back for it, while my coworker’s already dialing 911. We walk back to the store and it takes all of two minutes for the cops to show up (we’re near the police station) and arrest him. Turns out he had chloroform, duct tape, and a box of condoms in the car with him.

TL;DR Creepy customer got obsessed with me, escalated from hugging to stalking to planning to kidnap and rape me, got arrested. And yes, I’m already in the process of filing for an order of protection. Always check your backseat before you get in your car.

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“From here on out, I am only interested in what is real. Real people, real feelings, that’s it, that’s all I’m interested in.”

Almost Famous came out in 2000 and it is directed by Cameron Crowe and serves as a semi-biography. It is also one of the best coming-of-age films I have ever seen, shared along with Stand By Me. As you may know, this film is one of my favourites. It is my home, it’s like a hug, strange at it seems. It is the life I want, well if I lived in the 70s. It’s the film I choose to watch when I’m feeling down, although it gives you quite the heartache at times. Almost Famous is drama/comedy film about music, 70’s music to be exact.

So the story is about 15-year-old William Miller (Patrick Fugit) who wants to be a writer, a rock writer, mind. William gets the opportunity to travel with up and coming band Stillwater. Before that big event, William submits his record reviews to Creem magazine writer Lester Bangs (Philip Seymour Hoffman). The two becomes friends and Williams gets the mentor of his dreams. Soon after William goes on a mission for Rolling stone, where he meets the girls, the band aids, the un-groupies. Penny Lane (Kate Hudson) the band aids leader takes a liking to the teen and William falls head over heels for her. William leaves his home, with the band Stillwater (Billy Crudup, Jason Lee, John Fedevich and Mark Kozeleck) and leaves his “trying to mean well” mother, Elaine (Frances McDormand) to worry.

This film is filled with lovely, wonderful performances. Patrick Fugit portrays naive and young William very well, Frances McDormand is brilliant as William and Anita’s (Zooey Deschanel) mother. Billy Crudup and Kate Hudson fill the screen with romantic tension and a bit of heartbreak, or a lot of it actually. Kate Hudson as mysterious, ageless, nameless “Penny Lane”, yes like the song, is brilliant and honest. Her character is very relatable and it really isn’t hard to fall for her ways. The beer scene is one to really look closely at. As always Philip Seymour Hoffman is brilliant, he exudes arrogance and confidence, he’s always such a good supporting actor.

The soundtrack, of course, is so very good, filled with classic rock tunes, only the best. The music written by then-wife of Crowe, Nancy Wilson, for Stillwater is so bloody good. It’s a visually good looking film, but the cinematography isn’t an element that stands out, this film is about honest characters and good music. I recommend it forever, I really do, and if you want the get the absolute best experience from it I would recommend trying to find the extended version.

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I am a 14 year old girl in a freshmen PE class. Our most recent unit is self defense, so they have separated the boys from the girls for an 8 week period. We have been learning how to get out of various choke holds, how to palm strike, kick, and stay alive. Obviously, the PE administration has been doing this unit for 15 years to help us girls protect ourselves if we were to ever get into a situation that would require self defense. Because of this unit, we have been listening to a lot of presentations about relationship abuse, rape, sexual assault and harassment, etc. They talk about these subjects with the girls so that we can be aware that these things happen and how to avoid them, and they speak to the boys about these things as well, in an attempt to lower the future percentage of women being raped/assaulted/harassed every year. We have specifically been talking about a rape case where the female victim was unconscious because of extreme intoxication, and 2 male football players proceeded to do whatever they wanted to her. In front of dozens of people at a college party. Obviously, this is very upsetting and definitely not okay.

We learned that our teachers have talked to the boys about this case as well, and you’ll never guess the responses they have received. My teacher said that this is the most negative, sexist feedback they have gotten in the 15 years of teaching these concepts. Comments from my classmates included “well it’s her fault for getting drunk”, “she was passed out so it’s not like she’ll remember anything”, “why can’t women just avoid being raped”, “the guys were just having fun”, and “i don’t understand what the problem is”. KEEP IN MIND THESE ARE 15 YEAR OLD BOYS. My poor PE teacher, the only female in the room at the time, was speechless.

Rape is not a joke and nor will it ever be. So, my wonderful people of Tumblr, do NOT tolerate any type of sexist behavior from your brothers, parents, friends, etc. this is NOT okay. Women are PEOPLE NOT OBJECTS. Rape or sexual abuse will NEVER be justifiable. Boys are growing up in a society that teaches that women are just something to use and look at for pleasure. Let me tell you, we are much more than that. Our generation needs to get it together. If it’s too late to save our generation, it’s not too late for our kids.

I do not want to live in a world where being raped is the victim’s fault. I do not want to live in a world where women are objectified and judged based on their sex appeal, body, and looks. Especially now that our President sees women this way, we need to stand up for ourselves more than ever.

Please, let’s make this world right again.

anonymous asked:

hello, a recently-turned 16-year-old here!! i like your blog but i constantly hesitate on following bc otayuri makes me super uncomfortable and the fact that you're lowkey sexualizing someone my age always keeps me away. so, quick question - why are you putting a 15-year-old boy in sexual situations, Welcome to the Madness notwithstanding considering that's the studio's thing

Once upon a time when the earth was young and dinosaurs roamed freely (so… 2002), RC was 15 years old. RC sucked her first dick that year. RC loved it. RC hasn’t forgotten the thrill and uncertainty and fun of discovering her body and what she liked sexually. And sometimes RC likes to revisit that time through her writing.

Look, if this pairing ain’t your bag, that’s perfectly fine! That’s why I diligently tag my posts: XKit’s Blacklist tool is a wonderful thing. Blacklist the otayuri/otp: the brat and the android tags and follow me without worrying about seeing it. Or don’t follow and pop in every so often.

Whatever works for you, bb! You are in charge of the content you consume, after all.

Royal Pains: The Announcement

This will be a multi chapter fic that takes place eight months into their marriage. It will take you through the incredible journey of Emma Swan and Killian Jones pregnancy. It will be full of love, tears, joy, and of course a little smut;) Should be updating soon!

Chapter 2 and  3!

Rated M

You can find more of my work on Ao3 and FF!



Her whole body hurt. It was like Emma couldn’t get a break. Dealing with the town, being the sheriff, and handling what ever crisis had arrived in between. Being ill was not going to work for her full time schedule. But per her family and Killian’s request she has been ordered to bed, and to stay there.

Of course she didn’t go down without a fight saying that David needed help at the station. David solved that problem. Emma’s now husband is acting deputy, helping out until Emma is back on her feet. Killian argued at first saying that he needed to be there at home to take care of her. It was sweet of him, but she wasn’t ten. She could take care of herself.

Emma did love how her father and Killian were getting along again. There had been some bad blood for a while, but it seemed to have worked itself out as she thought it would. It was even David’s idea to have Hook stay on as a permanent deputy, saying that had extra money in the budget to bring him on part time.

Emma hoped that she would only be gone for only a day or so, but it had been almost a week of this shit. She could barely keep any food down, her body ached, and her temperature was elevated for the majority of the day. And then, like night and day she was better. Just like that, like nothing happened. Emma was back to work and life went on as usual.

Her father and husband were on patrol while Emma and her mother were getting weeks worth of paperwork caught up. They were carrying on normal motherly daughter conversation. Talking about married life and how Henry was doing in school when Emma sensed a familiar feeling deep in her gut. She dropped the files in her hands and booked it to the bathroom, barely making it in time.

“Emma honey, are you alright?” Snow worried through the door.

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I left the yugioh fandom a little, for one or two years but I always remembered my boys (Yami, Atem and Yugi) because they literally live in my bedroom. So when I came back into the fandom I just realized that some people think puzzleshipping implies “pedophilia”.
I’m shocked and I laughed at this.
Well, all the fandom knows that Yami is 4000 - 5000 years old + the years he already was when he was a pharaoh (17 - 18 years old).
But when the serie began Yugi was 15 - 16 years old so it’s not pedophilia in any way you look.
Atemu was sleeping all those 4000 - 5000 years so when he woke up he had the mind of a 17 - 18 boy.
Atemu is just a person that have to mature at a very young age in order to become a king but that does not mean he is a pedophile just because he fell in love with a 15 - 16 boy.
I don’t know why some people can think a great character and heroe like Atemu/Yami Yugi is a pedo…
Watch the japanese version, read the manga and you will know the reason why we ship puzzleshipping.
Also you will never ever think again puzzleshipping is pedo material.

Ten Minutes (Older!Damian Wayne x Reader)

I DO NOT OWN GIF | WORD COUNT : 

PROMPT?:  Could you write something about older!Damian Wayne (like around 15/16 years old) having his first crush and being quite harsh with her at the beginning? Maybe he could ask Dick some piece of advice? 😏😂

A/N: Awww this prompt literally made my mind spin with ideas. I was so excited to write this when I saw it. Also, my first Damian Wayne!!

WARNINGS: older!damian, cursing, (light) abuse and fluff 

You sat as Alfred stitched you up again, scowling at the boy. Who technically  wasn’t that much of a boy anymore, since your first meeting a few years back. He was so angry, so small and so hateful, like anything had changed. “You know maybe if you trained harder-” he scoffed, making you almost jump out of the chair, Alfred and Dick both springing into action to hold you back. “Sorry I wasn’t trained by Ra’s Al Ghul-” you snapped, seeing him flip his sword back and forth. “Me too.” he promptly walked out, a smirk just urging you to beat the shit out of him. Just once, to prove the little shit wrong, even if he wasn’t so little now. 

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ID #43302

Name: Blake
Age: 18
Country: USA

Hallo hallo there stranger (or strangers). I saw this nifty thing about penpals and was like, “YO! I ALWAYS WANTED ONE AS A KID!” But seriously, I had always wanted a penpal. If it’s alright with you, I’d like to start out just messaging you either via email or Tumblr. If we get on more friendly terms, then we could do the snail mail if you want.

As you can see, my name is Blake. I’m 18 years old and still look like I’m 12! (Good jobs genes!) I would also like to inform you that I am agender.
Personally, I don’t really care as to which pronouns you use (ex. he/she/they) for myself. Just be cool and not disrespectful. I am an aspiring writer, enjoy doodling, anime/manga, and cosplay.

Preferences: I’d prefer someone between the ages of 15-20 or something. But hey, if you’re a a mix between mature and childish, I think we’d be cool. I’d like to talk with people have an open mind. Many thanks!

anonymous asked:

the gold star lesbian thing is a copy paste anon. i would know bc ive gotten it myself and i have "im a 15 year old aro ace" on my bio

how annoying. still allowed me the opportunity to denounce the term so eh can’t say i mind

20 things only a Borderline will understand.

1. That love/hate feeling you have with your CPN/Psychiatrist ‘you need to learn some better coping mechanisms’ I’M NOT DOING YOUR JOB FOR YOU.

2. When shit hits the fan it means automatic self destruct mode - whether by substance abuse or self harm. 

3. That constant need to be loved, so much so you feel the need to write a love me sign and sit in the street. 

4. Unsure how to tell a brand new friend/partner/employer you’re a psychiatric patient. 

5. Trying to explain to people what borderline personality disorder is without freaking people out by references of fatal attraction or comments like 'oh you mean like girl, interrupted?’

6. Purposely starting arguments, then sobbing because you’re too sensitive for the fucking argument. 

7. Mood swings which you then take out on others. 'I love you so much, so sorry i’m being like this, YOU MEAN I’M A BURDEN WELL UP YOURS AND I FUCKING HATE YOU *cries*’

8. Random urges to have sex, not bothered where, when, how or who with. 

9. Trying to explain your impulsive decisions to people 'It made sense at the time’

10. Hating on all of the exes who abandoned you ever. All. Of. Them. 

11. Wanting space in a relationship but also wanting your partner to be clingy because otherwise they don’t love you. 

12. Feeling constantly annoying to everyone you’re around. 

13. Feeling up and down about your appearance depending on the day. Day 1: OMG i am so fucking hot, all these people want to fuck me. 

Day 2: I’M SUCH A FAT WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT AND SHOULD LIVE IN A CUPBOARD. 

14. Taking it personally if your partner isn’t in the mood for sex. 'Its because i’m ugly/fat isn’t it?’

15. You know all of the A&E staff by name. 

16. Hating your scars but not wanting to be rid of them. 

17. Constant paranoia of abandonment. 

18. Never being able to make up your mind about anything. 

19. Having the emotional control of a 5 year old, despite being 18+ years old. 

20. How hard it is to love a Borderline. 

ID #44135

Name: Sol
Age: 15, 16 in July
Country: Argentina

I’m really bad at describing myself but here I go: I’m a INFJ latina girl who dreams about studying in NY and travelling around the world.
I’m totally in love with dogs and I have one named Donna.
I watch/ed a lot of series like: TWD, Once Upon a Time, Riverdale, Sherlock, Glee, Modern Family, etc. and I’d really like to add more to the list(:
I like to sing, draw, write about anything, sleep and hug stuffed animals(????).
My first language is spanish but i go to English classes since I’m 5 years old and I think this is a good idea to improve it.

Preferences: Age: 15-17
Snail mail! It’s been months since i got my last letter.
Any gender is fine as long as you are open-minded, kind and in no way homophobic or racist
(please tell me your pronouns i don’t want to offend anyone)

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Previously 🏫

Anthony: Would you mind telling us a bit about yourself, Abigail?

“Of course, I freaking mind! Everyone is staring at me, just waiting for me to say something stupid or just checking if I have some feature worth mocking. Ok, here it goes.”

Abigail: My name is Abigail, I’m 15 years old. I live with my Dad and my little brother and, uhm…

Anthony: Any special reason why you picked this course, Abigail?

Abigail: I want to go to law school after High School is over.

Anthony: Law school? That’s not an easy major. I wish you the best of luck and I am glad someone here has already planned or at least thought about their future.

“Great, now I’m just the “smart responsible kid again”. Nice freaking job, Abby. Now everyone thinks you’re a nerd.”

What do you do when you realize the love of your life has always belonged to another? When the happy memories the two of you, memories that mean the world to you, mean shit to them? How do you drive by places the two of you visited with dopey looks in your eyes, and not want to dissolve into emotional turmoil? I wish I could tell you, but unfortunately I’m still trying to figure that out for myself. I read a quote the other day that said something similar to, “Too often we see people who aren’t in love and together, and people who are in love and aren’t” or some other bullshit to the same affect. However, that really hit home to me. I’m in love with someone who isn’t and never was in love with me, and the emotional devastation I felt when I realized this was so unfathomable that I wouldn’t wish it on even the most evil human being.

I grew up believing in the idea of soulmates, and spent the majority of my teenage years and even some of my adult life searching for that person. I sought out my happiness in the hearts and minds of men before I saw them for who they were. But I’m not here to talk about the boy who broke my heart at 15, or even the one who broke it again in May of my 19th year. No. This is about David.

At 18 years old, I realized that I was a raging alcoholic. Not all that hard to believe, sure, but still a shock factor to some. The indicator should have been when I flunked out of college due to being too drunk to attend my classes. I drank all day every day with the sole purpose of drinking my problems away. Ignorance is bliss, and when you can’t remember anything, all you can feel is bliss. When I came home after my one and only semester of college, I came to the conclusion that I would have to get a job to support my alcoholism, so I did. I went into work everyday with one singular thought on my mind, and the same thought before I went to bed, “I need a goddamned drink.” Surprisingly, it was easy to find for a 19 year old girl in a small, hick town. I had no serious relationship to worry about fucking up, and a dead-end job at an ice cream parlor, therefore, I had no consequence should I find myself suffering from drunken decision making.

Parties were easy to find during that summer, and I attended them at least 5 times a week. It was at a party such as this that I met David (introduced to me as Davi), whom I later had drunken sex with at a friend’s apartment while another friend watched. Imagine my surprise when I found out the next morning that the man I barely remembered having sex with had a girlfriend. I suppose I should have felt some guilt, but due to the alcohol still effecting my mind when I went to work the next morning, I found that I couldn’t have cared any less about it.

I put the man out of my mind, an easy feat since I hardly remembered even speaking to him, and my partying and fucking continued. I saw him after this of course, due to the limited amount of available partying space and mutual friends. After that first night, he always had his girlfriend with him. We didn’t speak. He and I weren’t friends or even aquatinted. We had merely shared orgasms after a night of alcohol consumption, and that was that. Up until the Fourth of July. A wild night for being a teenager in Louisa, Kentucky. I cleared the weekend with my family, and decided to myself that it was about time for a bender.

Friday night rolled around, and I found myself talking to Davi for the first time in months. No girlfriend to be seen, I thought that I might at least have an opportunity for a repeat performance of some of the best sex I’d ever had. I didn’t expect for him to ask me genuine questions or for him to take an interest in anything I had to say. The majority of conversations I’d been used to having at parties were, “So do you want to come back to my place after this?” Or, “Can we go upstairs for a quickie?” I blamed our conversation on the killer weed we’d smoked together, and went to bed with him eagerly that night.

The next morning, we continued to talk, and I found myself getting interested. Dangerous waters, I know, but I was intrigued. I’d never met another person who seemed so interested in how my mind worked and what I thought. It was addicting, more so than any drug I’ve ever had the pleasure of doing (more than I’d care to admit) and listening to him talk was worse. I hung onto every word he uttered with a reverence, as if he was telling me the secret of life.

This continued all weekend and into the next week until I found myself spending everyday by his side. He dutifully sat through meetings with my loud, obnoxious family and loved it. We went hiking, an activity I never particularly enjoyed until I did it with him. But the best days (or nights I should say) were spent at his best friend’s apartment, getting high and talking about literally anything that came to mind. I craved those days more than I ever craved alcohol, to the point I felt like I no longer needed to drink. I’d found a different way to lose my mind, and I lost it every day in him.

And the sex. My god the sex. Davi fucked me like he’d never fuck anyone ever again. It was passionate, loving, and just the right side of rough all at the same time. We’d stare into each other’s eyes as if we couldn’t believe we were so lucky to be seeing the other one naked. There was a kind of awe in the air every time we did it, and it was a heady, addictive feeling.

The night I snuck him into my house to ditch a party, I knew I was in love. That’s the exact moment I realized I was fucked. Up until now, it had just been a bit of fun, you see. We talked about things that mattered, hung out, and fucked, it was never supposed to go any further. There’d been no mention of the girlfriend. That was a topic we avoided altogether. Now, however, I was at the point of no return. How could I tell him that I had fallen in love along the way? That was never supposed to happen, and I hadn’t wanted it to. But you see, the universe has a special way of saying, “Fuck you” when you’re vulnerable like that.

So, within the week we were done. He and the girlfriend had decided that they were going to work through their issues, you see? She was the love of his life, he regretted everything we’d done. He wished he’d never spoken to me that weekend in July. So on and so forth. But, he had. He had willingly done this, both to himself and to me. For the first time in over a month, I was craving a drink. I wanted to drink and fuck him out of my memory, and out of my heart.

Of course I was due for another “Fuck you” from Fate, because he turned up on that lovely night in August where all I wanted to do was get blacked out drunk. He ended up holding me while I cried (a definite side effect if I’m drinking whiskey) and cuddled with me at that same friend’s apartment where we shared so many nights together.

And like so many men before him, I let him back into my life. I thought that by spending enough time together, I could make him fall in love with me too. An easy feat, I thought, since there were pre established feelings between us. I was dead wrong. Through every failed attempt, I stuck to my guns, thinking that eventually he’d see how much I cared for him and about him and realize, “Hey, I’ll never find another girl to love me as much as she does, I need to focus my attention on her.”

I can’t explain to you how wrong that I was. Up until this point I thought I was being successful. We would talk about our futures together, traveling the world and the children we would have together, most of these images and ideas conjured by him. I began to think that he might possibly be in love with me too, and I reveled in that feeling. The girlfriend was still not in the picture, we still avoided her name at all costs, lest even the mention of her shatter the fragile web we’d spun together.

Until she came back for good.

It’s been just over a week since he and I have talked, and I’ve never felt more empty in my whole life. He didn’t just break my heart, he ripped it out of my chest cavity and took it with him when he drove away from my house for the last time. Many times over the years I’ve thought about taking my life, even attempted to on more than one occasion. Now, that doesn’t even seem like it’s enough. I wish that I had never existed. To never be born would be better, for I never want to experience this feeling. Why humans were given emotions, I’ll never know. No animal should be subjected to this torture. Human emotions are a special kind of hell designed to prepare us for an eternity of suffering.

I wish there were a way to erase him from every iota of my being. Scientists say that every 7 years, all of the cells in our bodies are replaced with new ones. One day, I will be an entirely new person that he will never know or see. This doesn’t stop me from wishing he could. I wish he could see the crooked way I smile because he always complimented it, or the way my eyes change to gold in the light because he said it’s the thing he loved the most about me. And the evil part of me wishes he could see the bad that he did to me. How I lost 40 pounds after he broke it off with me, and the 10 after she came back, because he knows that when I’m depressed I don’t eat. I wish he could feel the cold tile of the bathroom on his cheek like I did when I cried for him to just come back. I want him to taste the tears like I have to as I write this.

But most importantly, I want him to experience this heartbreak that I’m feeling. I want her to look at him one day and say, “I’m sorry, but this is how it has to be,” and then to look at her in disbelief while he tries to hide it, even though he can feel his heart shatter and fall apart. I want him to look at her with tears in his eyes and say, “Please don’t do this. I love you,” only for her to smile sadly and say, “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

So, Davi, if you’re reading this, I hope you hurt. I hope you wake up everyday in agony over a broken heart. I hope that you realize one day what you’ve done, and I hope you feel never ending remorse for it. I hope that late at night you sit down and think to yourself, “I destroyed that girl,” because that’s exactly what you’ve done. I hope for the rest of your life you’re never happy. I hope that you wake up every day in pain and go to sleep in pain and dream of that pain. I hope that you never fulfill your dreams, and that you stay stuck in Louisa for the rest of your life. I hope that many years from now, when you see me again, being happy with someone else and giving them the love I tried to give you, that it makes you sob uncontrollably. I hope you come up to me and beg for my forgiveness. I hope you look at me and say, “I never should have let you go. If I could take it all back now I would. I love you, Nicole.”

And at that moment I will say, “It doesn’t matter.”


Nicole Lynn
12/30/16

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So like? These were drawn maybe less than a year apart??? And I’m?? So proud of myself??? I never thought my art would reach this point? I never thought I’d improve and I felt like my art was going no where?
I remember when I started actually trying to improve my art when I was about 13/14 and thinking I’d never be as good as the artists who were my inspirations at the time. But now I’m 16 and seeing how far I’ve gotten from when I was 15 is so nice??

"I can't take criticism so I send out my minions from 4chan out to get you" blocklist

I’ll be honest, I do not get what are these peoples deal but they seem to always get on the bad side of everyone and they can get to this very contrarian personality from 4chan /v/ so I’ll just take that a hint to making a list of them, they aren’t fascists by any means, crypto-fascists at the least, but they often gobble up the worst of people from this website and have probably been co-opted by fascists multiple time because of their apatheticness and coyness, the whole “I’m not a SJW! I don’t like protesters, fighting for something is dumb!” kind, shit they aren’t even probably right-wingers so this is a very special blocklist because I keep seeing them on tumblr whenever something bad happens, in fact i see so many fascists on this site only follow these people, so it’s probably better to block them to cut off their social rings immediately. 

–The list that has probably already been made once–

moontouched-moogle - Not much interesting to talk about here they’re just this hive mind for /v/ people. They kind of helped me build this list a bit. 

thefeelofavideogame - This guy never catches a break of not minding their own business and can’t help but feel cynical about anything but just ‘vidya’

nentindo - This one deserves a special mention because they’re 15 years old so it’s better to just block them and ignore them in advance rather then let them act elitist, i mean jeez kid you’re 15 you BARELY experienced life yet. Like really this amount of them surrounding themselves by adults that don’t wish them the best is an unhealthy obsession for them at it is. 

inkerton-kun - Dontcha hate when a porn artist has to have a ‘personality’

steven-universe-official - Kind of like the grand papi of this gang, I don’t even need to tell people to block them because I think about everyone does already due them sending their weird combination of anti-feminist fans around sending hate to anyone that would do criticism against their shitty attitude, technically in the recent years they kind of toned down on going around spewing bullshit and being THE uncle tom but it’s good to double check

dream-cassette - Oh this one I’ve heard of the most! Used to make child porn by the name of hoshime, in the name of rule 34, along the lines she deleted her original blog because she believed the obviously fake “down with cis” situation was the biggest EXAMPLE OF BIGOTRY in the world and the not absurd at all rival towards inequality (ignoring how it works systematically) and ever since then she’s been hanging out with the anti-sjws. 

thathomestar - I think they used to be a 100% gamergater but then again almost everyone here on this list was at one point. They still have that suspicious aura of “all the misery in the world is the left-wing’s fault for fighting back against their human rights being removed rather than just submitting!”. Says everything that is politically incorrect is just a joke, might be just a weird case of /pol/’s law (haha, get it?)

mr-cappadocia - Also an infamous gamergater, they sorta hold a grudge so much against social justice they end up sounding like they’re high on sherm. You know those try-hards that sound REALLY hard to sound politically incorrect? Yep! They sound like that. I also recommend blocking leopirate too as they are also a hotspot for gamergaters. Both are pretty terrible Islamophobic people. 

takashi0 - The OG Anti-SJW Brony of Tumblr! What a title. 

shitpost-senpai - I don’t even know why this guy’s on this list they’re just a 100% obvious fascist to the point they won’t stop being antisemitic about everything but hey, I guess because they like anime and metal gear rising that’s enough for them to fit in this blocklist… They’re also constantly being reblogging by this social ring of people and could just be the reason why a sum of people don’t trust them. 

maoh - They hate it when people fight back against oppression in general, the old cuck-like mentality of “No, don’t do anything, don’t fight back and die and it will be a win!” without knowing that peaceful protest holds no consequence and allows fascists to do anything they want to do at any time while removing human rights. They’re very petty about god damn children rather than just let them be too. What kind of an adult is this? Kind of funny that they changed their description recently from “I dislike the left-wing of tumblr” to “zero tolerance for faux morality and art censorship”, dude got some brand new codewords to pass off “I hate criticism” and “I’m a nazi sympathizer cuck and I’ve been brainwashed by the enemy to say that violent dynamics, no matter how history shows the story otherwise, is ineffective in justice and is villainous, anyways let me just frantically love an anime where they beat someone up”. It’s basic praxis and how the world works! 

shameshack - Ey! the-cringe-channel, known for producing their own cringe content because for some odd reason they keep ignoring the academic values of things and brush ofF everything in the world as mindless paranoia but probably aren’t a very smart person themselves and would rather waste their life making fun of kids and fueling the quickly made anti-sjw blogs on this website that all have urls like “tumblr-is-dumb-because-i-hate-minorities”, out of everyone who acts coy about why people dislike them, this one acts the most coy out of them all, what a malicious kind of guy. I really don’t know if they legit don’t get how things work in the real world because they take silly things seriously and serious things as if they were silly. Have you ever tried living life once where you have to don’t have to keep insecurely looking down on others that are just harmless oddities to fuel your ego or what?

–End Of List– 

Just copy and paste each url onto your blocklist if you wanna. 

Again I repeat these guys aren’t “fascists” and will deny they’re “anti-sjw” (Even though they don’t do anything to show for it besides say “Oh don’t worry we make fun of anti-sjws too! But we sound exactly like them when we go against our vague idea of social justice”), but fascists and crypto-fascists always seem to be around these people because they act coy about it all the time for the sake of being contrarians. They don’t want to care about them being followed by neo-nazis, just the power of having many followers that come straight from 4chan’s /v/! Almost the same as sympathizers.  

It’s the same odd link towards people who take video games and substancless anime too seriously and… Neo-Nazis, seriously what’s up with that? Anyways be careful when you criticize anime or them and don’t have them checked! 

Special mentions: KanColle fans I guess? Moe anime attracts a lot, and I guess that’s what happens when a medium genre is 100% bottom feeders towards substanceless girls just being cute, blogs with gray backgrounds, the nihilists that blog about trump jokes “ironically” (poe’s law), youtube celebrities, it’s more about ethics in games journalism and not objective game design. It’s not like they can’t be analytical ABOUT EVERYTHING right. Like how video game game design isn’t the only analytical theory in the world to take into consideration when criticizing media. Why is it always the gamers? 

Won’t say it again! Act coy about it all you want but take the loss because you guys have negative connotations and never really worked on it. 

This isn’t a “Reach” like a lot of you guys keep blaming it to be one or just belittle it as just “discourse” (the most thrown around word ever), the fact is just that you simply won’t accept the weight of your actions by either doing bullshit yourselves or allowing fascists to co-op your communities because you guys aren’t actively critical at all despite your contrarian image. 

Anyways this blog’s been moving slow (Which is good! Unless they’ve just been more secretive) to the point I gotta make a list out of these infamous dudes that i’m pretty sure everyone on tumblr already blocks or at least is suspicious about the people who reblog from them so i’m gonna go jack off to hentai rather than cowardly reblog ecchi to my blog to remind people I do indeed jack off to anime have no mistake about it. 

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes was brainwashed by having his mind wiped over and over until he was ready to comply and do Hydra’s bidding for more than 70 years! Grant Douglas Ward was physically abused by his parents and his older brother and forced to abuse his younger brother until he reached his breaking point and burned down the house trying to kill one of his abusers in the process. Then he was kidnapped by a crazy person who,I don’t really even believe, chose hydra because he felt S.H.I.E.L.D. abandoned him, but he took a 15 year old who had been emotionally and physically abused his entire life and tried and brainwashed him into believing that he could help people and make the world safer and at the same time was also abusing him emotionally and physically. And not only that but Ward was never loyal to Hydra, he was loyal to Garett because he believed he owed Garett his life because he was brainwashed to believe Garett saved him. SO EXPLAIN TO ME WHY BUCKY BARNS GETS A SECOND CHANCE TO BE A HERO AND BE SAVED BUT WARD GETS LOCKED IN A BASEMENT AND TOLD HES A MONSTER BY THE FRIST PEOPLE WHO WERE EVER REALLY KIND AND FAMILY LIKE TO HIM I MEAN COME ON IF BUCKY BARNES GETS A SECOMD CHANCE THEN SO SHOULF WARD!!!!!!!! GRANT DOUGLAS WARD DESERVED BETTER AND I WILL DEFEND HIM UNTIL MY DYING BREATH

ID #21913

Name: Eleni
Age: 15
Country: Greece

Hello! My name is Eleni and I am a 15-year-old girl from Greece. I love music (mostly rock/metal/alternative/rap and classic), theater, movies, reading, writing and having conversations about everything. I’m also interested in witchcraft.
Please know that I can sometimes be awkward, or reply late (I don’t do it on purpose, it’s just school…).
I’m looking for someone who likes some of the things I referred above and wants to be my friend.

Preferences: Age: 15-17, I, however, don’t really mind.
Gender: I really don’t care

In a letter that could have been a bombshell at trial, a 15 year old Erik Menendez wrote to his cousin about his father. He wrote, “it’s still happening, Andy, but it’s worse for me now… I never know when it’s going to happen. It’s driving me crazy, every night I stay up thinking he might come in. I need to put it out of my mind. I know what you said before, but I am afraid.” The judge said the letter was not necessarily evidence of sexual abuse, and ruled it inadmissible.

  • Kirk: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life.
  • Chekov: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.
  • Bones: My sense of adventure! I haven't seen this in 15 years!
  • Uhura: Peace of mind? I knew I lost that somewhere!
  • Sulu: Mental stability, my old friend!
  • Kirk: Guys, could you lighten up a little?