anonymous asked:

#79 and #100 with Chibs, please? Love your writing!

**Thanks love.

“Morning baby.”

Chibs turned around from the bar as he heard your voice, looking towards the entrance of the clubhouse as you entered. You held the lunch box, the one that you had specifically for when you made him lunch to take to the clubhouse. He smiled softly and faced back towards the bar, chugging down the rest of the whiskey in his glass. Juice and Jax looking at each other and then Chibs, eyeing him in hopes that he would say hi to you or at least acknowledge you. When he didn’t, they both did it themselves.

“Hi sweetheart.”

You smiled at them, not really noticing the distance Chibs was giving. You walked up to the two of them, kissing both of their cheeks before going to Chibs to do the same. It wasn’t until then that you noticed his empty glass of booze, the other two Sons with cups of coffee. You looked at him with a tilted head but he didn’t acknowledge you, simpler grabbing his glass and swirling the ice around. You glanced towards Jax, looking for an answer but all he did was smile sympathetically before tapping Juice’s shoulder for him to follow him. They both got up and left the bar, Juice rubbing your back softly as he walked away.

You knitted your brows and looked back at Chibs who refused to meet your eyes. He stayed looking down at his glass, even after you placed your hand on his shoulder.

“Chibs, baby, what’s wrong? Why are you drinking so early?”

The man sighed and placed the glass down, finally looking up towards you.

“What are we doing here lass?”

You slowly lifted the lunch box.

“I can do drop off some lunch for you, like I always do…”

He shook his head and a frustrated look came over his face.

“No, I mean us, as a couple. What are we doing? Why are we stringing this along for?”

Now it was your turn to look frustrated, having enough with his random existential questions. You tossed the lunchbox over onto the bar top and stood with your hands over your chest, clearly not happy with where he was taking this.

“What the fuck are you talking about Filip?”

Blowing out a long breath, he turned to face you completely.

“I’m talking about why are you with me? Why are you with a man my age when you should be with a guy of your own? Why are you sitting around waiting on my and taking care of me and bringing me lunches when- “

“Filip, where is this coming from?”

Never once in your relationship had he ever questioned why you were with him, especially not because of his age. Sure, he sometimes made jokes about him being an old fart and that people might think you were his daughter but you never though it worried him and you definitely didn’t think it was something he would question your relationship over.

It was easy for you to be upset, maybe even offended that he would insinuate there was some ulterior reason as to why you were with him. As if you couldn’t just be with him because he was the man you loved. Instead of getting angry though, you calmed yourself and took a seat next to him at the bar, reaching over to grab his hand in yours.

“Where is this coming from? Talk to me.”

It took him a couple seconds, a clear battle happening within him before he finally spoke.

“The guys were just making jokes about how old I was compared to you. About how within a couple years, you were gonna have to start putting in applications for a new Old Man for when I up and croaked. I know they were just busting my ballocks but they’re not wrong. I am old for you lass. I’m not gonna live long enough to fulfil your life as much as you deserve it. You deserve someone young, someone that will be with you for a long time, 50 years from now maybe. I doubt an old bastard like he has that much left.”

You gripped his face in your hands as he finished off that last sentences, wanting to quiet him of this nonsense he was speaking.

“First of all, hush. Because you do have plenty of years left. Seconds, no one is going to be able to take care of me the way you do. No one is going to be able to love me and appreciate me the way you do. Now I don’t know who was saying what, doesn’t matter if it was a joke or not. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.”

You squeezed his cheeks in your hands as emphasis before leaning forward to kiss him.

“So quit talking about putting in applications for other guys. I don’t want anyone else.”

The Son smiled faintly and nodded, the air and mood much lighter as you pushed the empty glass and bottle of whiskey away before you grabbed the lunch box to hand him his lunch.

“And quit drinking so damn early.”

Chibs chuckled as you walked away from him and over towards the kitchen to heat up his food.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were the old one, bossing me around like this.”

You put a little more sway into your lips and tossed a wink over your shoulder.

“I know you like it.”

Then (Part 1)

Request: Daryl and Y/N were together before the apocalypse, but he broke up with her right before everything started cause she was too young for him and didn’t “understand” him nor his life choices. Now they live with everyone in the prison and there’s a guy who’s trying to get Y/N’s attention and Daryl’s pissed about that even tho he is the only person who’s got Y/N attention.
- by the lovely @missnina1701

Info: Pre-Apocalypse, Merle’s at the army

So this is going to be a two-part thing because I really enjoyed writing it :)

Reader’s POV

“Looking good there, Dixon.”, you smirk as you walk over to Daryl who is sitting on his brothers motorcycle and waits for you to come out of your house.
“Likewise. Damn, your hot.”, he mumbles as he grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him before placing a hard an meaningful kiss on your lips.
“Ready to go?”, he looks at you and you smile a bit before taking your place on the bike so Daryl can start the bike and drive away from your workplace.

After a few minutes you reach your usual spot on the football field from the college in town and sit around in the middle of it.
“How was work?”, he looks over to you while you stare in the night sky and shrug your shoulders.
“Like always. A bunch of kids spilled their drink all over the place and guess who had the honor of cleaning it up.”, you sigh and Daryl can’t help it but laugh a little.

For once, you don’t mind him laughing at you because he does not laugh often but when he does it makes your heart race.
Still laughing he pulls you into his arms while the both of you just stare at the sky while you remain silent.

“Thinking about leaving town for good.”, he later speaks up while your half-asleep but now wide awake.
Your head shoots up and you raise an eyebrow as you try to read his facial expression.
“What? Why now? I mean…what?”, you mumble and sit up while you’re head is still trying to process what he was saying a second ago.
He wants to leave town. And that means leaving you behind, too.

“Look, I didn’t mean to ruin the night for you but I think it’s for the best if we don’t continue this…thing…or whatever this is between us..”, he gets back on his feet and looks down on you while you just stare at him in shock and denial.
“Daryl look…I don’t know what I did or if I said something to offend you but please talk to me. We can work this out. We really can.”, you whisper and get on your feet to, approaching him.

“Just let me be. I need to do that, I can’t stay here.”, his voice gets more urgent as he walks away from you and rubs his neck with his hand.
“You are way to young for me anyway.”, he continues and picks up his jacket before leaving the football field and you behind.
“NO!”, you yell and run after him, grabbing his upper arm.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me like this! What the fuck is wrong with you and why do you suddenly care about my age?”, you turn him around and stare at him with a hurt look on your face.

You want him to talk to you about what has gotten into him so badly, it hurts.
A few hours ago you were talking to him over the phone and the whole world seemed to be okay, that’s why you can’t figure out what has gotten into him.
When a soft breeze goes of you can feel yourself having goosebumps.
“Daryl PLEASE talk to me. Please.”, you beg and feel tears filling your eyes while everything holds on to this relationship.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME, Y/N? Don’t you get that this whole thing was just a joke for me? That Merle teased me to do it?”, he yells at you and you frown before wiping away a tear and leaving the football field without another word.

Maybe he was right, maybe a nineteen-year-old college girl and a man in his late twenties wasn’t destined to be together and maybe he was just fooling around with you because Merle made him do it.

Even if that’s the case, even if Merle made him fool around with you, Daryl is a grown up man and if he falls for this, he doesn’t deserve you or your love.

Just as you reach the city, hell seems to break loose and people run around in panic, trying to make sense out of whatever is happening.

And in all this chaos you can spot out the only person you doesn’t want to see right know. A bruised and bleeding Daryl.

Daryl’s POV

He never meant to break her heart like this, that’s one thing Daryl is sure about.
This girl was the only good thing that ever happened in his life and now he blew it because he was to scared to get closer to her. Emotionally.

As she stormed off he watched her and he almost ran after her but something inside of him made him not to.
Deep down he knows that it’s better this way. That she will be happier without him.

He sighs and watches her as she vanishes in the dark and shakes his head before heading to his brother’s motorcycle and drives off.

At home he finds his father drinking again and is about to leave again when he suddenly speaks up to him and puts the bottle away.
“Where have you been?”, he asks heavily drunk and stumbles over to Daryl to watch him closely.
“Out. Anything else?”, Daryl answers and crosses his arms in front of his body before his father nods and sits down on the couch again.

“Been with the Y/L/N girl again? She no good, son. Way to young.”, he takes his bottle from the table and takes a huge gulp before looking over to him.
“But she sure as hell is hot. Nailed that thing?”, he asks and Daryls head shoots up before he dangerously growls at his father.

“Don’t talk about her like that.”, he growls and his father starts laughing in a way that makes Daryl think of Merle, they have the exact same laugh.
“You haven’t, am I right? Don’t tell me that little whore is still a virgin.”, he bursts out in laughing and before Daryl can even think about it, something in he snaps.

“I said, don’t talk about her.”, his voice is more angry this time and he walks over to his father to punch the bottle out of his hands.
“If you’d just stop drinking for a second you would know that you’re acting like a complete idiot and not like a father.”
His father shoots up, angry about his beer before he grabs Daryl by the collar of his shirt and throws him against the wall behind him.

“You have something to say to me, son?”, he growls and Daryl just shrugs his shoulders before he gets the punches from his father he provoked.
And it feels so good to have the physical pain because he doesn’t have to think about what he did to the only girl he ever cared about.

When his father finally lets go of him, Daryl gets up on his feet again and wipes away the blood from his nose before grabbing his jacket from the floor and leaving the house without saying another word.
He needs to get out of this house and as far away as possible or otherwise he will go crazy.

As he drives Merle’s bike down the road he keeps telling himself that his decision was the right thing to do and that she will be happier without him even though she doesn’t even know it yet.

That’s when suddenly the fire alarms from the stations started and people started to pack up their bags to get out of town as fast as possible.
A quick talk with one of the neighbors revealed that there is some sort of outbreak and that they are evacuating the city.

“Y/N.”, he gasps and jumps back on his bike to drive to her house as fast as possible.

Halfway there he sees her standing on the street, desperate and confused so he stops his bike to run to her as fast as he can.
This situation changes everything and he knows that his priority is now to keep her safe for the rest of his life.

Day 6

White Lie or Hard Truth

This got a little long, but I really like it. Also, slightly spoiler-y for the most recent chapter of Sanctified, so you might want to read that first.

The Pathfinders were arguing. Still. Sara wasn’t known for her patience, and apparently the Quarian Pathfinder was a hot-head. Scott had already given up, his usually careful poise shattered in the face of Joh’Zolan’s obstinance.

The younger twin had stormed out of the vidcon, muttering to Reyes, “He’s worse than Addison.”

“I’m not ‘brandishing’ your mistakes, Pathfinder,” Sara argued. “I’m only trying to be realistic about the ark’s situation.”

Reyes bit back a smirk. That wasn’t entirely true, but the Quarian didn’t know how typically idealistic the Human Pathfinder was.

“I will not be spoken to so disrespectfully by a child,” he proclaimed.

Reyes winced, his eyes bouncing between the two Pathfinders. They stood on opposite sides of the conference table, and he was the anchor between them, the calm point of a very frustrated triangle.

Sara scowled across the table at the Quarian. “I am not a child,” she growled.
Joh’Zolan scoffed. “You’re hardly old enough to go on a Pilgrimage.”

“I’m not sure why you think my age has anything to do with my success as Pathfinder.”

He laughed, a condescending sound, even through his respirator. “It has everything to do with it,” he said. “It’s a matter of experience.” He leaned forward, his hands planted on the edge of the table and glared at Sara.

Well, Reyes assumed he galred; he couldn’t really tell through the envirosuit’s mask.

“Alec must have been out of his mind when he transferred SAM to you!” He sneered, “I didn’t think him so foolishly sentimental.”

The blood in his veins chilled as Sara went perfectly still. Joh’Zolan had hit a nerve. She stared at the  Quarian, and though her face was carefully blank, Reyes knew she struggled to keep her composure. The ice in her voice when she next spoke startled even Reyes.

“This meeting is over,” she said. “Contact us when you’re ready to offer solutions instead of accusations.” She didn’t glance at Reyes before she walked down toward her quarters, and that was more telling than anything. She didn’t want him to see just how much the Quarian’s words had affected her.

Joh’Zolan sighed and pushed away from the table, crossing his arms. He glanced at Reyes. “Why do you linger, human?”

The contempt in his voice was all Reyes needed to decide how best to respond to the Pathfinder.

Reyes pounced forward, closing the distance between himself and the Quarian, and shoved the man back against the wall with the thick plastic of his wrist-brace held under his chin.

“What do you thi-?”

“Shut up!” Reyes shoved him harder against the wall. His wrist flared hot with pain, but he didn’t let it show. “You have no idea what she’s been through, what she’s done, what she’s sacrificed to pave the way for the Initiative,” he growled. “She almost died just trying to find you!”

“Is that supposed to make me feel sorry for her?”

Reyes applied pressure to the Quarian’s throat. “It’s supposed to make you shut the fuck up and listen.” He waited a moment, but when the Pathfinder didn’t speak, he continued. “Today is the last time you even so much as look at her with anything less than the respect you would show Alec Ryder.”

“She has yet to prove-”

The pressure against the Quarian’s throat increased again.

“She doesn’t have to prove shit to you. She already proved herself to the whole damn cluster.”

“And who are you to make such demands? Her guard varren?”

For a moment he actually considered telling the Pathfinder he was the Charlatan, but it wouldn’t mean anything to him. It wouldn’t strike the usual fear in his opponents’ hearts. So instead he just applied more pressure, until the Quarian made a desperate squawking sound.

“You will remember your manners when you speak to her again. Is that clear?” He eased off some of the pressure to allow the man to speak, and to alleviate some of the screaming pain in his wrist.

“Or what?” Joh’Zolan rasped.

“Or, I put a few punctures in your envirosuit and we see how well your immune system handles Andromedan Bacteria.” He grinned, and it was a dark expression. “I’ve got good creds that say that doesn’t end well for you.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

With immense effort, Reyes used the fingers of his right hand to call up his omniblade. He held the orange glowing weapon to the Pathfinder’s face. “We could always start the experiment now, if you’d prefer.” He stared hard into the two bright pinpricks of light in Joh’Zolan’s mask, the cold stare of the Charlatan. “Do we have an understanding?”

A long moment ticked by, and Reyes counted it by the painful pulse thudding in his wrist. Finally, the Quarian nodded.

“Good,” Reyes smiled, a much more cheerful one and then stepped back from the man. “I trust you can see yourself out?” He didn’t wait for the Pathfinder’s response before turning and walking away, back down to the biolab. He needed to take a painkiller and then get some ice on his wrist; he’d over done it, but it was worth it.

What he hadn’t expected was to find Sara sitting at his terminal, spinning idly in his chair. When she looked up at him it was obvious she’d been crying.

She smirked at him. “You and the Quarian Pathfinder have a nice chat?”

He kept his expression neutral. He doubted she’d approve of him threatening someone who was supposed to be their ally. “We did,” he said. He approached the desk and reached for the pills with his right hand, out of habit. He hissed and switched hands, but Sara raised a sandy eyebrow at him.

“What did you two talk about?”

He glanced at her, and then knocked back the painkiller. “I was… curious about the dangers Andromeda poses to someone with no immune system.”

She smiled. “Reyes.” His name on her lips was a song, one he hoped she would never stop singing. “Did you threaten the Quarian Pathfinder for me?”

He looked at her, feigning shock. “Ryder,” he said with a smirk. “I would never do that.”

anonymous asked:

Harrison?! Why are you - Why are you my age? What did you do?! Oh my lord... (~@ask-jitteryabigail aka ur mum)

H: I don’t know what happened. I did a new magic trick without realizing it, I suppose?? But now I am in the future and I have no idea what I’m doing and I’m not sure how or why you’re contacting me but it’s so nice seeing someone familiar who actually makes sense…
H: Also, wait. You’re 20?


Rewatching TCW now, at nineteen years old, is honestly a wild ride. Like, why would you let people my age and younger run around with laser swords. Why would you think putting a nineteen-year-old in charge of a fourteen-year-old is a good idea. Why is there only one proper adult in the core group of characters. Whose terrible idea was this. Are the Jedi Council doing mushrooms or something, to be deciding all this is a solid plan to win a war.

Tinder men can be SO fucking CLUELESS

So I swiped this man who was clearly wealthy. He super liked me. He works in finance and all of his pictures were him in a fancy location. He messages me saying that he thinks I’m perfect etc. I tell him that I’m looking for something a little atypical, to which he says, “Ahhh, a SD?” I told him yes and argued my points (lol). He lives in Texas, where I am for the week, but in 3 days I’ll be going back to Jersey. He replies,“It would be hard to do this long distance, love. But if we are attracted to one another, as it appears, why don’t we meet up from time to time as lovers, not as a business arrangement? I would love to bring you back to Texas for a visit”. LOVERS? What makes you think a beautiful young ass chocolatey goddess girl like me will fly back to Texas just to be your lover (aka another word for us having sex) without any compensation? Enlighten me. I’m waiting. You think as a 50 year old, you can swipe for me, a 20 year old and think that I would just willingly be with you for “love”? Honey. Why do you think my age range is 39 - 55+? You think saggy balls is just my preference? 

So I hit him with more facts saying that I basically am not in a rush to find someone who gets it aka, look at me, etc. He tells me that he appreciates all my sentiments and wants us to stay in touch and that if I ever feel like texting, I have his number. Again, I’m like well if you change your mind, you know where to reach me you know what I’m looking for. Finished. If you don’t get it, no one is forcing you. But then he comes back: “Out of curiosity, sweetheart, what financing are you expecting?” I tell him what I want, security, monthly allowance etc. 

He then says: “I understand, love. I think that the distance between us makes such an arrangement impractical. But, you are insanely gorgeous and I would love to connect with you romantically in the future.”

NIIIIIIIGGGGGA. Ugh. Sometimes I want to bang my head against the wall having to explain to these dudes. Like 1, I’m so down to pursue a long distance arrangement I’m going to see if I can somehow convince him because that’s the only way I’ll be connecting with him at all at this point. I’m not here for pure romance. I can get romance from a fucking fraternity brother or homeless man from my town, that’s just the truth. I don’t NEED you.


Here you go! I hope you like it! XOXO -Julie

You flop down on the couch stealing your brothers iconic sofa crease. “Boy do I love spring break” You think.

“Y/N that’s my spot!” Dan groans. You were currently staying at your brother Dan’s place for spring break. Your mum and dad were headed to India for three weeks and because spring break is only two weeks, you have to stay with Dan so you don’t miss any school. Not that you really mind though. This way you get to hang out with your brother and Phil who you barely ever see anymore, eat all of their food, binge watch lots of anime, and even participate in some of their videos. You also get to annoy Dan which is always a big win.

“Sorry bro. This is what you get for inviting me over,” You reply, wiggling around to emphasize your new ownership. “Did you get me popcorn?”

“Yes. Real butter and only a little salt just the way you like it.” He says as he sits down next to you and hands you the bowl. “This spot doesn’t feel the same Y/N! Switch with me,” he whines as he flops around trying to get comfy.

“Fine you big baby. You really are becoming as spoiled as mum says,” You say switching places.

“What? Mum didn’t say that!”

“Yes she did,” You retort.

“No she didn’t!”

“She did too!”

“Can you two stop being twelve for like two minutes PLEASE?” You hear Phil yell from the kitchen. He walks into the lounge and sits on the other side of you grabbing some popcorn, “Y/N’s only here for so long and I don’t want to waste it listening to you guys argue.” He ruffles my hair.

After watching a movie you all decided to film a video. You all sit on the end of Dan’s bed, and you hide behind a pillow with the Queen Elizabeth mask on. Dan turns in the camera and does his introduction, “Hello Internet! Today Phil and I are joined by someone extra special and important… The Queen!” You put the pillow down and do a little dance. “Just kidding it’s just my sister Y/N.”

“Hey! I’m equally if not MORE important than the Queen.” You say as you pull off the mask.

“If you say so,” he replies.

“So what are we doing today?” Phil asks.

“Well, I thought we could do the siblings quiz and Phil could be the host!” Dan smiles and pulls up a list of questions. “Phil get the white boards and the toad”

“What’s the siblings quiz Dan?” You ask in that voice that means you already know.

“The siblings quiz is a bunch of questions testing how close we are as brother and sister.” He replies, “It’s also how i’m going to find out all of your deepest darkest secrets!”

Phil comes back with the supplies and says, “Now, now, no deep dark secrets today. Let’s keep it fun.”

“Ok, Phil what’s the first question?” You ask.

“Who is your siblings best friend?” Phil questions in his announcer voice. You both write down your answers and turn your boards around.

Dan says, “Chloe, has been since she was three.” You smile.

“Yep! And Dan’s is Phil.” You chirp.

Five rounds into the game and you are still tied. You tell Dan everything, how are you going to beat him? “Question six is… Is your sibling currently in a relationship?” Phil asks and grins at you. Shit! You forgot Phil knew about Sam. Oh well, you can use this to your advantage. You and Dan both write down your answers. You turn around your boards and they both look at yours confused.

“What the heck is that?” Phil asks looking at your drawing.

“It’s a crisp! It’s a single pringle!” You reply.

“Ohhhhhhh” They both say and laugh.

“Well Y/N’s got that one right, I’m a loner!” Dan winks, “And so is Y/N.”

“HA!” You jump up from the bed, “I WIN!”

“WHAT???” Dan yells, “Phil, entertain the internet for a sec. I have to have a talk with this one.” He pulls you out of his room and down the hall to the lounge. He points to the couch. “Sit down,” he growls. You sit. “Are you telling me, that you are in a relationship, and you didn’t tell me?”

“Yes,” You say, “His name is Sam. He’s a good guy Dan. There is no need to have a hissy fit.”

“Yes there is Y/N! You’re my little sister! You can’t have a boyfriend!” He sighs as he paces around the lounge.

“Why not? You had a girlfriend at my age. And I was gonna tell you, but I just had to ask Phil how to…”

“YOU TOLD PHIL FIRST?!?!?!” He practically screams.

“Hey, hey, calm down. Look i’m really sorry i didn’t tell you but i was afraid you’d react like… well… this.”

Dan gets still for a moment. He sighs, sits down next to you, and pulls you into his lap. He hugs you and holds you close as he murmurs, “I’m sorry Y/N. It’s just you’re my baby sister and it’s scary watching you grow up. Guys can be such dicks and i just don’t want you to have to deal with all that”

“It’s okay Dan, I’m old enough to know that. And i’ll always be your little sister, there’s no getting rid of me.” You smile.

“Trust me, I know. I tried multiple times when we were little,” he replies with a smirk.

“Hey!” You slap him lightly.

“I love you Y/N”

“I love you too Dan”

I Have Something Serious To Say

I’m sick and tired of the people in the fam saying that 5SOS shows should be 16+. I’m 14 going on 15. Does my age really make me that much less of a fan? Because you’re older than me, does it make you of any greater value? I really don’t think so. I’m not that young ok. It’s not like I’m 8. 

Just because a fan may be younger than 16 doesn’t make them any less of a fan. I love 5SOS to death, my age has nothing to do with that. “They swear a lot” I have the mouth of a fucking sailor ok. 

I understand that some of the younger members of the fam may be a bit more naive and innocent but really? If they love 5SOS and want to see 5SOS live, why stop them just because of their age? I don’t think age matters ok. 

I saw a post about a petition to get 5SOS concerts 16+ but too bad because I bought fucking tickets and I’ll be 15 going on 16 when I see them so nice try. It honestly ticks me off a lot like wtf.

I’m proud to be a part of the 5SOS fam and I’ve had girls who are 18-19 talking to me and we’re mutuals on twitter and they have no problem with me being a fan at my age. Why do you have a problem with it? 5SOS don’t need to change their act because of the younger fans. If the younger fam’s parents have a problem with the way 5SOS acts, they can handle that. 

I just don’t get it. Why do you have a problem with my age? A fan is a fan, I’m a part of the fam and 5SOS are my life. Please don’t try to ban fans who love and support 5SOS just as much as you do from concerts because we’re younger.

Christina, from Tanzania, was married to an older man when she was 13 after suffering female genital mutilation (FGM).

“My father told me I had to get married because that is what women do after they have been cut. I don’t know how old John is. When I ask him he won’t tell me, he says, ‘why do you need to know my age?’ My mother says that he is 26. He works as a day labourer and loads stones.”

“John leaves very early around 4 am and then I get up to clean the house, fetch water from the river, about one kilometre downhill, then I work in our corn farm. I also graze our two goats which John got as a wedding gift. Then I start to prepare dinner. Sometimes I go visit my friend or she comes here. When I do have my children, I want my son to become a policeman and my daughter a nurse.”

We can make a brighter future for girls now. Take a stand to end child marriage and FGM: http://uni.cf/GS14

do you understand that you could honestly be 95 years old and like one direction and no one could give a shit but when you start being disgusting and then you are getting called out for it, people aren’t coming for your age, they’re coming at the fact that you’re a shitty fucking person lmao why do some people not get this concept, it’s truly not that difficult to understand
someone could say “hey that was really shitty of you to do why TF did you do it”
and then the person is like “this website isn’t a safe space for older people!!!! why are you attacking me for my age!!!” like no shut the fuck up Susan, you’re a bitch that’s why I’m saying something