im not even in new england

julian is out for the entire season and honestly i’ve never been so sad. i’m selfishly sad because i loved watching him play more than anyone else on that field (sorry everyone else ily) but i’m even more sad because i know how much he loves playing and how much it’s gonna hurt him not to play. knowing that he’s probably upset and disappointed makes me feel even worse

anonymous asked:

I feel like you struggle with paying rent a lot but your place seems REALLY nice... why not just get a cheaper place?

Oh. my stomach turns when I get an ask like this. I shouldnt have to explain myself. but at the same time I feel so much guilt around this and around asking for help, that I will.

Pretty much every one bedroom around here is somewhere between 7-800 not including utilities. mine is 950 and includes utilities. Yes its a lot and it sucks.

I work in social work at a nonprofit and make shit for pay. But i love my job and get to help youth who are struggling to have access to resources and plan a future. I dont have a partner to split my costs with like a lot of my coworkers. I have to pay for my car which i need for work, insurance, gas, phone, student loans, and food. I also have to pay for my own health insurance through work since I make more money than my parents do and they cant afford to have me on a family plan. Im at the bare minimum here i dont even pay for internet. i bum off of other people for a lot of things like that.

So yes I struggle often. Id prefer not to live with my toxic family. I chose a place that is quality and has many perks so I can feel safe and taken care of. They also cover snow removal which helps since my body cant handle shoveling my ass out during the awful new england winters. Im trying to balance prioritizing my mental health, physical wellbeing, career goals and passions, emotional safety, all while being practical. My mental health has increased exponentially since living alone.

Its absolutely fine if you dont want to donate to help me get by. But why ask me this? As if i havent already been trying my hardest to make it all work? I assure you Im doing the best that I can.

Anyway if anyone is able to help me with bills this month i would appreciate it so so much.$JApr

today this customer commented on how my coworker talked with a boston accent and my coworker was like “oh im not even from here im from rhode island” and she was like “oh haha well this my first time in boston and you were the first person ive heard around here who has an accent” i was like “ohh yea its just a new england accent mostly but you wont hear it a lot in this specific area of the city since a lot of people here arent from boston”and my coworker was like “yeah i am from rhode island” 

     i know i haven’t really been here in the last few days, but this blog is on a mini-vacationatus from the 12th-18th of september. i’m finally about to partake in some Memey New England Adventures™ with my Original Squad, @gameunjang & @mutinouscaptain! my activity will take a serious nosedive for both ic and ooc things on this blog, though i will be available ooc at various times throughout the days. feel free to hit me up via IMs or on discord!

(and even though i say activity here will drop, lbr….. this blog is gonna turn into my Adventure Posting Grounds. so, feel free to blacklist: #tori’s wildly fantastic trip 2k17.


yo so i look goofy as heck in all these pics but i’m charlie (he/him) and i live in new england and i am lonely as shit.. so if anyone wanna hmu you can dm me for my snapchat !! things to know abt me:
-i am a bad influence proceed with extreme caution
-i’ve got those bad coping mechanisms aka i’m self medicating constantly and doing dangerous shit to feel alive
-if u think i’m ignoring u im probably either sleeping or dissociating so don’t take it personally
-i religiously binge untold stories of the ER daily even though i’ve seen every episode a thousand times
that’s all there really is to me so hmu pals 🤙🏻🤙🏻🤙🏻


i am scared to make new friends but i probably should since im kinda lonely. Even yesterday I was at a show and i saw a few friendly faces and they all say we should really stop running into eachother like this and actually hang out. 

like i should but im so anxious and like am i awkward? 
I dont know. 
uhh be patient wit me and also be my friend?

anonymous asked:

From Penelope [text] Hi. I was wondering if you'd like to grab brunch with me tomorrow morning. I'd love to get to know you, if you're not busy?

[TEXT MSG]: New phone who dis…?

[TEXT MSG]: Im kidding darling. I’d love to have brunch and get to know you, but it can’t be tomorrow morning. Perhaps Tuesday?

[TEXT MSG]: Check out this mimi.


[TEXT MSG]: I’m not even from Canada,America, or England and this stuff entertains me.

anonymous asked:


X / X

[ From what I’ve seen, New Zealand does not celebrate Nov 5 like the British do, over here we burn an effigy of Guy Fawkes or even just make a bonfire and celebrate with fireworks practically everyone knows the ‘remember remember the fifth of november, gunpowder, treason and plot’ rhyme. In NZ it’s a day of general celebration whereas Britain focuses more on the history aspect (which is understandable because it is a British-centred celebration!). ]

So I was watching the new I Am Bread Lets Play and Gavin said he wanted Michael to come to England sometime… And now my head is just full of images of Gavin and Michael traveling around England and Gavin showing Michael all the sights, and where he grew up and even though they are in England, Michael would still do Shitty imitations of Gavin’s accent aND THEY WOULD JUST BE SO GROSS I CANT HANDLE IT

anyway i’m pretty happy with being born and raised in alabama and i sorta wish i didn’t grow up repressing my accent so that i wouldn’t sound Stupid. i wish i didn’t consider the north to be some sort of utopia where everyone would just get along because hooboy was that way off the mark. im not embarrassed by it anymore even though people in new england seem to think i should be. the south is actually pretty great and diverse and radical, you just have to know where to look and be willing to give a damn.

theladyragnell  asked:

Abbie/Ichabod, online dating

When half the people you hang out with every day live in other countries, you get used to receiving emails and IMs at all hours of the day. Still, the first time Abbie wakes up, powers up her computer, and a chat window with Ichabod opens with an hours-old message that says, If this finds its way to you, give a shout. I could use your help on my research paper, you’ve got ways with JSTOR that I can’t even hope to aspire to, she stares at her screen in bemusement, scratching a hand through her sleep-tousled hair.

She waits until she’s got a mug of coffee and a banana from the dining commons before she replies. Why wouldn’t it find its way to me? It’s the internet, not the wild west. It’s not exactly perilous. I’ve got lecture this morning but shoot me an email with what you’re looking for and I’ll see what I can do during my break this afternoon.

She sees the email alert on her phone while she’s checking the time, halfway to her second lecture of the morning. You can never tell with these things. It’s a long way from London to Sleepy Hollow. Below that, he’s got a list of topics he needs articles on, and Abbie starts making a plan of attack for searching JSTOR’s archive before she even makes it back to her dorm room.


The second time Ichabod opens a middle-of-the-night IM with some variation of “I hope this finds you”, Abbie rolls her eyes. After the fifth, she can’t help but grin. Once, he sends her an email while she’s sleeping that starts with “Let me know if this doesn’t reach you,” and she laughs so hard she snorts coffee through her nose and threatens to make Ichabod buy her a new keyboard.

The first time she has cause to message Ichabod when it’s the middle of the night in England, she hesitates, and then can’t help but open it with, “I hope this makes it to you all right. The internet is dark and full of terrors, after all.”

After that, it’s pretty much tradition.


After four months of exchanging IMs and emails and the occasional phone call or Skype chat, it seems pretty safe to say that they’ve progressed beyond mere friendship. Abbie steels her courage and refers to him as her boyfriend one day, then tips back in her desk chair and beams at the ceiling of her dorm room when he addresses his next email to “my girlfriend”. She has to school her face into some semblance of normalcy so she doesn’t just beam ridiculously at him the next time they get on Skype, but then the video connects and Ichabod is beaming at her and she loses control and they spend the first five minutes of their conversation just giggling delightedly at each other.


They’re dating for six months before the school year ends and they’re able to meet. Abbie walks through the concourse, her stomach jittery with nerves that she refuses to acknowledge, and comes out past security to find Ichabod waiting for her.

He scoops her up into a hug before she can even get out a “Hello”, and it practically lifts her off her feet. She mufles a burst of hysterical laughter against his shoulder. “You’re so tall.”

He sets her down and stares at her like he never wants to look away.

“You look relieved,” she says, nerves flaring up into self-consciousness at his unwavering regard. “Did you think I’d stand you up?”

“No.” He grasps her hand as though he’s afraid she’ll vanish without that tether between them. “But it’s a long way from Sleepy Hollow to London.”

“Yeah.” She grins and lifts up onto her toes, tugging at his hand until he gets the message and bends down far enough for her to kiss him. “But I found you, all the same.”