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Ok but those parents will probably just sell the stamps for drugs so the kid still goes hungry.

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So instead of the child possibly going hungry you’d rather be certain of they went hungry, bold but honest of you.

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Weird hill to die on OP, but at least you’re dead.

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As a kid who grew up with druggie parents on food stamps, most parents will still spend SOME on either food for themselves or the children.

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How to support people with DID/OSSD

As I’ve been dating an amazing person with DID, I’ve come to learn many things about them. I thought I could make this little list to remind myself as well as help others better understand how to interact with someone that has DID.

Don’t assume each alter knows you. If you meet a new alter for the first time, introduce yourself as well as your relationship to the host/other alters.

Don’t assume every alter likes you. As in life, not everyone will like you, alters are no different.

If an alter says something that offends you, don’t take it out on the other alters/host. It’s not their fault for what someone else said.

It’s okay to ask who you’re talking to if you’re unsure.

Treat child alters just as you would treat a real child.

Some alters aren’t in communication with the others, have patience, even if you have to repeat the same message multiple times.

Learn each alters likes and dislikes, as well as personality traits to better know who you’re talking to.

Try your best to not tell an alter to go away, unless it’s an emergency and the host needs to know something.

If the host is okay with this, talk about the alters with friends. Use their names instead of just referring to the host.

If the system has people with different genders, do your best to call each of them by their correct pronouns.

If an alter tells you a secret, don’t out them to the rest of the system.

If an alter/host is encountering feelings of trauma, remind them that they’re safe and that the trauma is over.

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As a system, I (Josh-the host) fully agree to everything on this. I wish we were treated more like different people, but we’re afraid to say anything to friends

“You can be my knight,” Roman whispers to a resting Virgil. The feeling over overwhelming love drowned his common sense. Virgil, who is calmly watching some inappropriately humorous shows, turns his head towards the prince.

“What was that?” he asks, making Roman come back to Earth. The prince gulps and puts back on his egotistic front.

“Nothing! Why would I speak to such a heathen?” His mind smacks him. This is not how you win over a boy. For being the romantic side, he sure sucks at his own love.

“Shut it, Prince,” Virgil growls. The annoyance hurt Roman, but he deserved it. As he began to turn away, a mutter caught his attention.

“And you can be my prince.”

A smile replaces his frown, and a bright blush dusts his face. Roman turns away and begins to walk away. The only thought through his mind is pure, undeniable affection.

(This is bad sorry)

#sanders sides #thatsthat24 #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #shippings #prinxiety #gay #fanders

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this blog hates donald trump

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Look how many people hate him. I’m pretty damn happy about that 😁😁😁😁😁😁

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I’ve never reblogged something so fast

Vent Thing

So, I grew up in a household where it was easier to shut down all emotions. I’ve been trained to do so, and the memories I have of actually feeling are attached to bad things. So, I can make myself shut down. It’s not normal and I know it, so sometimes it can scare me. Well, “scare” isn’t the correct word. I just acknowledge it and just feel a little pain in my chest? I mean sometimes it does scare me, but times like right now where I go numb, the pain is just there. Idk man lol I’m probably insane but that’s whatever.

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I love his singing so much. I made a playlist on YouTube of all the videos I could find of him singing. Its here if anyone wants to look at it.

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David: *hits high note*

Me: *busts a love nut*

BESUITUFLBFBDKDVDNKS

Daithi De Nogla is Disappointing Me

Before you attack, I still love David with all my heart, but the way he’s been acting on instagram has extremely disappointed me and a few others obviously.

I know David is a Chatholic, and I fully respect that. I also respect that he shares his religious beliefs with us, but there is a line.

On his most recent post, he’s been firing back to nonbelievers. Yes, some of them have been rude. But that is no excuse for him to insult their religion back.

Anon: “What if God isn’t real?”

David: “At least I’m brave enough to roll the dice. I am in risk loosing nothing by believing, you are in risk of loosing everything.”

(Not direct quotes, but generally what was said)

The commenter should not have asked, but honestly what David responded with was beyond inappropriate.

Christianity is one out of MANY religons. There is not just “atheist or not atheist”, there are many inbetweens. So the possibility Christianity is correct is realistically low. And, if another religion was correct in the end, Christians could be at risk of eternal pain and torture, so yes he is still in risk of being wrong.

Even if Christianity is real, I as a satanist still do not feel at risk. I would’ve rather spent my life independently rather than in fear of that who created me.

No one is in risk for believing what they do, and it was incredibly rude for him to say so.

As for the “brave enough to roll the dice”, Christianity doesn’t make you brave. That is literally one of the most accepted religions. You are NOT AT RISK of hate, murder, or any type of crime simply for the fact that you are Christian. You are or brave for believing. Do not degrade others in that sense.

I love David, honestly. His content is great and funny, but honestly this is a huge set off for me and probably loads others.

To David: You’re great man, but please learn how to be a true Christian. Love thy neighbor.

#banana bus squad #daithi de nogla #bbs #bbs crew #bbs squad #rant #religion #christianity #athiest

Draft of My Ohmtoonz Fanfic

Chapter Warnings:

Homophobia, Cursing, Mention of shooting and guns and death, Mental Breakdown, Crying, Abuse, Anxiety, Insecurities.

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Sickness was not always physical. For example, depression.

I had always been a happy person, or at least I tried my best, but recently it's become impossible to even fake it. I know it's just petty internet shit, we all deal with haters, but it's not the same. These people seem to know me, know my weaknesses.

'Your shit sucks, Luke. Fucking quit already'.

'Faggot!'

'You and Ohmwrecker god fucking queers'.

'Your father must fucking be so disappointed'.

'Should've been aborted'.

Positive people, true fans, protected me in the replies, but it didn't help. These just struck me. It's like they knew...knew about my secrets.

My laptop interrupted my thoughts with the familiar ring of a Skype call. I debated on ignoring it, but keeping myself in this depressing slump would just make things worse. I scooted my chair away from my setup and grabbed the laptop off my bed. I briefly smiled and the little collage of bunny stickers.

Opening up, I see the call was from the one and only Ohmwrecker. With a breathy chuckle, I answer.

"Good day, Ohmie," I greet. As usual, Ohm had his camera turned off, and I returned it with my own camera off.

"Toonzy! How's you?" Ryan's little giggle sends another smile on my face.

"Good..." I swallow as the hate comments return in my mind. Ryan catches this somehow; he's one of my best friends, of course he would.

Ryan gets serious. "Don't lie to me, Luke. What's up, man?"

I sigh and admit I had read the hate comments on my recent video. This isn't the first time I've put myself through torment like this, and Ryan had comforted me then too.

"Oh, Luke," Ryan says quietly, "We talked about this. Maybe it's best to turn off the comments on videos if they're getting bad like that."

"It would raise questions from fans," I answer, "And I can't ignore the true fans. I just...I just wish I was so damn sensitive."

"You're not sensitive, Luke," Ryan comforts, "Maybe go over to Del's house for a bit. He'd certainly get your mind off things."

I debate this for a minute. It wouldn't be a bad idea, and I haven't hung out with Jon in a while.

"Yeah I think I will," I say, "I'll text him now. I'll call you later, maybe we can record? Oh, also, thanks for the bunny stickers."

I hear Ryan give another laugh.

"Of course, Toonzy. See ya."

"Love ya, man."

And with that, I end the call. I place the laptop back onto my bed and return to my setup. Grabbing my phone, I send a quick text to Jon.

'yo u open to hang?'

I doubted he would be awake at 2pm, but it was worth a shot. To my surprise, my phone dinged soon after I laid it down.

'helllll yeah! just cum ovr whenevr man'

'k, ill get there in about an hour'

'cool beans'

I lay my phone back down and look at my desktop. The comments were still open on the screen.

'Faggot'.

'Queer'.

'Burn in hell, gay bitch'.

I close the tab with a sharp inhale. Ryan is right, looking at these won't help. I need to get out.

Before I change my mind, I go get a pair of jeans and a clean shirt. Freshening up and splashing some water on my face calms me down a bit. I slide on my boots and grab my phone, then my keys.

I head out of my house, making sure to lock my door behind me. As I walk to the driver's side of my car, I reach over my hood to swat away the neighborhood stray cat off. It gives me a disapproving look and runs away into the hole of my neighbor's fence.

As soon as my car starts, a song softly starts to play though the speakers.

"Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones, and I will try to fix you."

That's depressing, too depression for me. I click the station off and connect it to Bluetooth, quickly restarting a podcast I had began last week.

Nothing interesting broke me from my depressing and lonely thoughts on the way over to Jon's. I guess the universe wants me to suffer.

The ride wasn't as long as I expected, guess I zoned out. Turning off my phone and car, I exit and make my way up to Jon's front door.

The doorbell was able to be faintly heard outside, though it was drowned out by the sound of pounding footsteps.

Jon opens the door wide and stands there with a big smile. "CARTOONZ," he laughs loudly.

Jon, surprisingly, was a lot taller than me, even taller than Bryce. He had black hair than stayed in a short buzz, and he has a bit of a stumble on his chin. His skin was very pale, and his eyes were a dark gray. Jon is a lanky fellow, but don't doubt his strength. He's a stubborn bitch.

"Hey, man," I chuckle and give him a quick hug. He closes the door behind me and leads me into his kitchen.

"Coke?" I nod and he tosses a Pepsi to me and grabs a 7up for himself. I silently disagree with his choice, but hey, he's a hater of Pepsi and is kink enough to keep some in his fridge for me.

"So what's good," he asks as he leaps up onto his counter to sit. I lean against on the counter beside him.

"Um..." I know I should talk to him about it, but Jon is like my little brother. I shouldn't put this all on him.

"Ey man," Jon says more seriously, "What's wrong, Luke."

I give him the same story as Ryan. My heart feels heavy again.

Jon's knuckles are white at the edge of the countertop. "Fucking assholes. Wish I could teach em a lesson," he growls.

"Jon, they're probably kids.." I say. Jon nods but is still tense.

"I don't want anything to happen to you, Luke," he says quietly, "Not after high school."

I gulp. I dated Jon's sister, Lucille, in high school, and me and Jon got close. Though her and I aren't together now, him and I still see each other as family. I grew up with depression, and Jon was there along with Lucille. They saw the worst of me.

"I'm not a teen anymore," I mumble, "I should be able to handle this."

"You aren't expect to handle shit! Lil fuckfaces shoulda grow up!" he says sternly. I smile a bit at his frustrated face.

"I know, Jonny," I sigh, "but hey, they're not wrong..."

Jon snorts, "They are. Bein' bi don't make you uh-uh fag!"

I came out to Jon a bit after I left Lucille. It wasn't a rough breakup, even after dating for 8 years. We both knew it just wasn't for us as adults, more like a teen fling. Anyway, coming out to Jon was rough. He was accepting, and even told me he was gay. We cried together in our shared apartment. Afterwards, we drank cheep beer and played Mario cart.

I give a little chuckle and Jon belts out a loud laugh. This is why this dumbfuck was my best friend. He can never fail to make me laugh.

"Hey, so me and Ohm wanna record t'night," I say after we calm down, "You up for some?" I see Jon dart his eyes for a second and bite the inside of his mouth. Fuck, what did this boy do now.

"Uh well I gots plans," he says awkwardly, "I promise Ev-Vanoss...that I'd play GTA." That's nothing unusual, so why is he all flustered?

"What's up, though? You're gettin all red," I ask with concern. Jon takes a chug from his 7up and swallows slowly to waste time.

"Uh...Vanoss wants to meet up."

"Oh shit," I gasp. Jon hasn't met the others- in person at least. Meaning they haven't seen his face. None of them know why he don't show his face expect me.

Bullies fucking suck.

"So...are you gonna?" I ask after a pause. Jon gulps and shrugs.

"I wanna...b-but ya know man," he sighs, "What if it gets online, or he expect something else."

I've heard this from Jon many times whenever he brings up fans wanting a face reveal. But this is different. This is his best friend Evan asking.

"Don't if you don't wanna 100%," I say, "I'll go with you if that'ul help." Jon nods and finishes his drink.

"I'll think about it."

After a few hours of watching movies and playing games, I say bye and head home. As soon as I do, a text lights up my phone.

'you home, toonz?'

I quickly unlock my phone to answer Ryan.

'yeah am now wuzzup?'

'bryce wants to play duo with me on some new game, trynna see what game you got in mind'

'uno?'

'I'm up for it, maybe he can join and put off his game'

'cool with me'

I head to my bedroom after grabbing a slice of pizza from last nights dinner. I open up my desktop and go to tumblr just to waste time as Ryan tries to convince Bryce to play.

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So this is the first chapter (draft) and I would like opinions! There’s another little part after this that switches to Del’s POV with Vanoss n shit but I’m pretty solid on that. Feel free to criticize :3

#bbs #banana bus squad #ohmtoonz #fanfiction #fanfic #draft #critique #h2o vanoss #lgbt #wattpad

Kinda wanna post my Wattpad stories on here too? Would you mind???

#wattpad #writing #fanficiton #teen writing #teen writer

Smii7y: John, I’ll murder you for that joke!

Kryoz: Ooo yay death.

Smii7y: John no!

Kryoz: John yes.

#shippings #kryozgaming #smii7y #krii7y

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New Years Magic: H2O Vanoss

Okay, so here’s the thing about me; I take advantage of all I can for writing. So when @mssjynx comes and tells me about her New Years Eve debacle, I gotta capitalize on it. Really only the furby and the cuddling happened, but I had to improve. At least I let her pick the pairing.

So without further adieu, please enjoy!

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But did Craig kiss Tyler is the real question

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BBS as Vines.

It started out as just one, which I will post as a work on it’s own.

But then one became like… 20?

People I should mention are @shiitty-bbs-edits. Cause I saw them do a couple, which are p great. You should go watch em.

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Ndhdjsjssbh this fits so perfectly

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Dare You To.

@crimsonbluemoon @kihorri You two need some fluff. Here. YEET!!

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“Dude, just ask him out.” Brian urged Jonathan. The Irishman has been bugging the other about it ever since Vanoss and Ohm broke up. But the masked man shook his head once more despite the persistence.

“Nope. Too scared.”

“Dude, you’re able to jump off a fucking cliff but you can’t ask another person to go to the movies?”

“Look, at least with the cliff there was water! With Evan I’m … unsafe. What if he says no? What if he’s interested in someone else? I’m only barely friends with the owl!!” Delirious slammed his head into the lockers causing a little snicker to escape Brian. “I deserved that.”

“Look, what’s going to at least make you ask how he feels? Would it help if I dare you or something?”

“What’s in it for me?” Brian looked panicked as Jonathan lifted his head from the lockers. The latter smirked at least this small victory.

“I’ll … I’ll kiss Brock.” Brian wanted to disappear as soon as the words left his mouth, but Delirious apparently didn’t have the words ‘let it go’ in his vocabulary.

“YOU STILL HAVENT KISSED BROCK?!” Brian quickly threw his hand over Delirious’s mouth before anything else was said.

“No, I haven’t kissed Brock. And I never will if you don’t give yourself a risk and ask him out. Now go.” Brian shoved Delirious away from him toward Evan at the other end of the hall. The Canadian was distracted with a longing look in his eyes in another direction. As Jonathan approached, he followed Evan’s eyes to see the cause of his misfortune.

“You still miss him, don’t you?” Jon asked, startling Vanoss out of his trace. They stood silent, watching Luke shamelessly flirt with Ryan. They looked happy, as if they had been a couple this whole time.

“I don’t know why.” Evan replied. “We ended our relationship on good terms. I was even the one to suggest it. It’s just … maybe …”

“Maybe what?” Jon slid closer to Evan. The other didn’t mind, as he did the same thing only a few seconds later.

“Maybe I don’t miss him, but I miss what we had. That … I want to be in a relationship, just he’s not the right person for it.” Jonathan glanced toward Brian, who was holding a thumbs up in encouragement. He took a deep breath before replying.

“Do you … want to try that … that relationship thing with me?” He said. “I mean … you don’t have to if you hate my guts! I don’t think you hate my guts but I don’t know. I did try hitting a ball in your face one time and there was that other instance where …”

Delirious stopped talking as Vanoss hugged him. He was taken aback for a second, but hugged him back as well as he could with his arms kinda pinned down. He was warm, and it was the kind of embrace he never wanted to let go of. But he had to eventually, and he did.

“I don’t hate you, Del. I was just … waiting for you to ask.”

“So does that mean ..?” Vanoss laughed, which made Delirious smile.

“Take me out to dinner first and then we’ll see.”

Meanwhile, Brian was standing back awestruck. He’d did it. Delirious actually asked Vanoss out, and based on the hug it was a yes. Actually, he knew it was a yes because Delirious has no sense of volume control. But fuck, that meant he had to kiss Brock. He was hoping to take a more gradual approach to the whole thing. I mean, they’d only been dating for about a month and he wasn’t sure what was considered too soon. Brock was kinda on the shyer side of things and escalating things too quickly might not be the best idea.

“You ok, Brian?” The man jumped at the voice breaking his thoughts, but calmed down when he realized it was only Brock. He relaxed into the arm on his shoulder more. “You seem … a little annoyed.”

“Yeah, Delirious did something I didn’t think he’d too THAT quickly. So now I have to do something I wasn’t ready to do yet.”

“What?” Brian closed his eyes, quickly turned and stole a kiss from Brock’s cheek.

“That.” Brian started to walk away—afraid of Brock seeing the red of his cheeks or hating him—when Brock grabbed his wrist. He didn’t even have the time to ask ‘What’ before Brock had pulled him in and kissed his lips. Brian didn’t reciprocate due to shock, but the kiss was already over by the time he had overcome the suddenness of the action.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that.” Brock breathed.

“Can we do it again then? I wasn’t ready.” Brock laughed as Brian wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. And they kissed again. But now Brian was ready.