Owns a personal blog, where he rants a lot and makes observations about the world. Is somewhat of a feminist. Follower count: 350
Owns a really satire, meme filled blog (something like the Ted Cruz one. You know the one). Loads of self deprecating jokes too. Follower count: 2000
Is a hard core shipper of everything. Multi shipper to the MAX. Often gets requests for headcanons and fanfic requests. Has an AO3. Follower count: 450
Owns a help with homework blog/shrine to Bill Nye the Science Guy (BILL, BILL, BILL) Occasionally posts headcanons/theories for her favourite book/tv show/movie. Follower count: 500
Writes fanfiction. A lot of fanfiction. Is somehow in every fandom. Rarely posts selfies of herself; everyone loves her. 'step on me pls' . Follower count: 1200
Owns a porn blog. But not even a good one. Everyone knows its him but he still tries to deny it. "What? Me? Porn? Is that an energy drink?" Reblogs nsfw art and smut too! Just sin basically. Follower count: 600
Runs an aesthetic blog with the occasional selfie thrown in there. Often gets requests for specific aesthetic and whatnot. Reblogs a lot of MBTI stuff. Follower count: 800 (at least 10 of those followers are just around for the selfies)
Owns a blog dedicated to...well...technical stuff (with the occasional blurry selfie with Terasaka and the gang) !HAS A VOLTRON SIDE BLOG! (a high key klance shipper and pidge fanboy) Follower count: 150 (main) 550 (side)
Doesn't blog. Like, at all. He only made it so he could spy on E-Class. Has been blocked by Korosensei but doesn't know it. His only follower is Ren's main blog.
Has a poetry blog (obviously). Occasionally takes pictures of nature (bc he likes to write his poetry outside). Has a porn side blog but no one knows its him. What a sneaky snake. Writes his own smut (in poetry form of course). From angel to sinner in like, 2 seconds. Follower count: 450 (main) 700 (side)
Made a blog so he could monitor his students behaviour online. Is not aware of Maehara's porn blog, however. Posts memes (much to Karma's delight) A pure and great blog; no faults. Follower count: 30.
you know what’s cool about my friend who has major social anxiety? she doesn’t use it to put herself down. she doesn’t use it to call herself weak, or lesser of a person. if i’m going out and i invite her out, all she has to say is can’t, anxiety. and i get it. and i go out with other friends and i see her on her time when she can socialize and not feel like the weight of the world is crushing down on her. when i tell her i’m hanging out in the living room and she lets me know, can’t, anxiety, i’m staying in my bedroom. i get it. and i don’t push her, and i don’t pity her. i understand her.
all i’m trying to say i guess, is that when things get hard mentally, and someone calls themselves weak, it upsets me. knowing your limits isn’t a weakness. being able to openly say “yeah, i didn’t go to that last week, because you know, anxiety.” isn’t something i’m going to pity a person for, and it certainly doesn’t mean i’m thinking less of you. and it bothers me to see people who have severe anxiety, and other things, equating it to a weakness. being able to openly talk about your anxiety and your depression and your inability to function as what you or society sees as common isn’t a fault. hell, it’s a strength to be able to say, “can’t, anxiety.” and i think it’s an even bigger strength of the person you’re saying it to, to be able to understand that, even if they don’t feel the same way. strength and empathy. that’s all i guess.
You stepped into his house and tried to keep your mouth from falling open. It was beautiful. Way nicer than the crappy little house you shared with Chloe. Not that you didn’t love your house – it was your first big responsibility as an adult, but you couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to live here with Sebastian.
Stop that, you mentally scolded yourself. Focus.
You followed him into the kitchen. He motioned for you to set your things on the island in the middle of the kitchen. He grabbed two wine glasses, pouring you both a glass as you put your stuff down.