yeah i guess it's okay

Me: I have very high standards!
Everyone: -submits their fanart/fanfics-
Me: YOU’RE MEETING ALL MY STANDARDS!!!!11!!


I’m sorry. Not really. I just love all your fanarts.

12 Stages of biasing

1. Oh hi there, you’re cute who are you

2. nahww you’re so handsome and funny, so precious

3. I like you so much 

4. I LOVE YOU

5. Oh look you’re sexy too! so perfect omfg

6. wait

7. what are you doing

8. STOP

9. HOW DARE YOU 

10. /nervous breakdown/

11. I FUCKING HATE YOU

12. YOU RUINED MY LIFE

I really want a girlfriend.

I failed my speaking exam and i feel like utter shit so idk if I’ll be online today and/or tomorrow

/Since Krisar is the anxious/hot mess trollsona, I made Merree to be the happier/handsome one. LOL.

After the relationship breakdown that happened a few days ago and getting into Undertale in between all that…

My RP partner messaged me, “It’s dark out. Bring an umbrella, Grillbz,” when he found out that I’m running errands and it looks like it’ll rain.

I do not want to drag him down Undertale hell with me, but here he is, acting all Gaster on me and I’m all like…

“I love you too oh so much, I’ll be fine. I’ll be home before it starts raining.” And welcome back my love…

I keep foam stickers in my backpack to give to people who I think need or deserve one and they’re very colorful and I have an assortment of not only aliens but also dinosaurs and like as silly as it sounds I genuinely want to mail one of those stickers to Dan like I dunno if it would help but he could have a little purple dinosaur or a little green alien to stick on his fridge or whatever and I think that’s always a nice thing

Dan if you’re reading this go buy some foam dinosaur/alien stickers and put them on ur fridge like it’s definitely not gonna solve any of your problems but it’ll look super silly and you’ll feel like a seven year old and it’ll be great I promise trust me on this one I’m a scientist

AU Asylum: Open

She sat curled up in a corner of the cold, hard room hugging her knees close to her chest with her head hiding in them as she cried for about the millionth time since being sent to this place. Swept under the rug for being different. Even the most mentally unstable or most evil being did not deserve to be locked up in such a dark, cruel place.

She cradled her arm close to her, still bleeding since the doctors-if you could call them that-had tried bloodletting earlier in the day. She rested her head against the cold, damp wall, allowing it to sooth her hot and throbbing head.

Morgan was a little different, she could see and talk to the dead, sometimes had visions, mostly destructive and dangerous and could communicate with animals. She had tried to hide it after her mother and step-dad’s reactions when she said that she saw her father but not all spirits liked being ignored and caused problems. Then there were the visions, she couldn’t control when they came and she often went into a fit when having them, not nearly as easy to hide until finally they had enough and sent her away.

The heavy metal door and a ‘nurse’ came into the room to check her arm and scrubbed the blood away before changing the bandages, none to gently either before leaving once again. Many of the guards and even some nurses were convicts with brief medical training, other than that they had just as much free reign on the island as the doctors so long as they were not allowed to leave.

Shout out to something that makes me mad and terrifies me at the same time.

In a divorce, the parties split assets. However, some people might hide assets (like if you have a secret bank account where you’ve been saving money). There is a process I’ve heard called both “inquiry” and “discovery” that is used to try to uncover hidden funds, expenses, etc.

During this process, my step-father’s lawyer sent my mother a large stack of paperwork to be filled out. Legally, she has to answer all the questions to the fullest extent of her abilities or faces charges of fraud, be held contempt of court, and have to pay very steep fines.

In this case they asked for every location in the past 6 months that she’s spent the night. They specifically ask for the address, why she stayed, how long she stayed, whether or not she paid, how much she paid or what other agreements were made, what credit card she paid with including account number and bank location, the name, birth date, phone number, and home address of any persons she stayed with, their relationship to her.

She made sure to include the Meijer parking lot where she slept with a gun in her purse right after she got the courage to kick him out because she was too afraid of him to sleep at home, too afraid to go to her father’s house because that’s the first place he would look for her, and too scared to go to a hotel for fear he was going to track the expense on her credit card and find her.
 

Keep in mind, my step-father was very abusive. So she would be putting into the hands of her abusive husband every single location she has ever considered safe and has ever had to flee to to get away from him. Not only that, but she gives him the name, address, and phone number of her entire support network, putting them at risk as well. (He has threatened to kill one of her friends in the past who she went to dinner with without “his permission” so this is a very real risk). If that weren’t enough, since she travels for work she would also be giving him the account number of her business credit card and the name and address of co-workers or clients she stayed with, putting her job in potential jeopardy should he choose to harass these people. If she does not put this information into the hands of her abuser, she could face legal consequences.


Luckily, my mother has a very good lawyer who omitted most of the worst evasions of privacy and only included information with financial relevance and is making sure my mother wont get in legal trouble for not answering. 

It’s really terrifying to think what might happen to a person in an abusive relationship who can’t afford a lawyer to look over their paperwork ($300 an hour isn’t cheap, and it’s amazing how fast those hours add up). To have to tell your abusive spouse every safe space you’ve ever found to get away from them is beyond terrifying.

And then people ask, “Why didn’t you just leave?”

Why indeed.