The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.
Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.
So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.
Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.
As the OP of this post, I’m going to threaten that if this gets to one million notes by the 10 year anniversary on 1 June 2026, one year from today, I will get a lower back tattoo of the loch ness bear monster.
The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.
Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.
So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.
Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.
As the OP of this post, I’m going to threaten that if this gets to one million notes by the 10 year anniversary on 1 June 2026, one year from today, I will get a lower back tattoo of the loch ness bear monster.
A day or two ago, I was at “boob” restaurant (like an owl one) for a best friend’s brother’s birthday. I got up to go to the bathroom. Talked to a waiter to ask where it was, blah blah blah, normal stuff. And when I was halfway across the restaurant, some guy at a table slapped my ass. And he and all his friends started laughing about it. I spun around and slapped him across the face back.
He got sooo pissed. Started yelling at me and calling me a bitch and then told me “You can’t hit me! I’m a customer!”
I’m pretty well developed for my age, and this happened when it was hot as fuck outside so I was wearing shorts and a tank top.
“I’m not a worker, asshole! And you shouldn’t slap their asses too just because they can’t hit you back!” I’m pretty sure I said something to the effect although I probably am explaining it as if I was smooth and calm back then, but I was an embarrassed, mortified mess
And then I asked one of the waitresses to call the police. The guy was backpedaling and trying to apologize.
Fun fact: I’m 15. Like I said, very well developed for my age.
So I told him no, we were both going to wait here for the police to show up so I could report him for sexually abusing and harassing a minor.
He panicked and was even trying to bargain with me, but like fuck I was letting him off the hook. Think of how many other girls this asshole has probably harassed! I just have the power to do something about it.
Police got there and I had about at least 50 witnesses to attest to the fact a stranger, who was probably like 40, slapped my ass, when I am, in fact, a minor. Not to mention he yelled things at me when he thought I was a worker like “You can’t touch me! I’ll beat your ass, cunt!” Which I referenced as him threatening me too.
The rest of his friends were mortified and had tried to leave but I insisted that they have to stay because the cops might want statements from them. Whether or not that’s true, I don’t fuckin know, but the manager seemed to agree enough to tell them to wait for the police.
I had tried not to, but as some point when talking to one of the waitresses while waiting for the police, I started crying because of how violated I felt. It may have done good for the police came in to see my crying, I don’t know, but the waitresses were all so sweet and tried to comfort me when they had the chance.
I intend to press charges. Since I am a minor I need my parents to help or whatever and I know nothing about this kinda thing but I can potentially get him labeled a sex offender, which he IS, so I want him to actually feel punishment for his abuse towards female workers (I doubt I’m the first girl he’s harassed, maybe just the first who could fight back without her job on the line, so I want to be the last girl he harasses), just… ugh. I just hope he gets the punishment he deserves. So… wish me luck with this whole “legal system” nonsense.
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Yes, please!!! As a writer, I love seeing the “views” or “hits” on my work because it absolutely excites me that people clicked on it!! But it’s also really great getting comments, ‘cause some people get discouraged easily (me!), and it definitely means a lot to us when people actually tell us they like our work, instead of just showing it through kudos or bookmarks or something!!!!!! <3 :D
Not just fanfics, but any writing you enjoy, repay that enjoyment with a comment, a reblog (if on Tumblr), and if you feel like being extra sweet, an inbox message. If people see someone enthusing about a story, they’re likely to go check it out for themselves, which in turn gives the author more of an audience.
Did you update with a third chapter or why does it say updated on FanFiction.Net ? Take care🥰
I did now, yes. A year later, but honestly, who's counting? At this point, who's even reading? My bet is no one, but if you are, then that's great because here is the preview and link to the update. Also, if you are, I suggest reading the first two installments because, well, it's really been a while.
See undercut.
[COBERT] Sailing Close to the Wind: Two - Into an Ocean of You
“I fall into an ocean of you
Pull me out in time
Don't let me drown
…I say it's all because of you
And here I go
Losing my control”
Sway, Bic Runga
The question floated about in the air like a low-hanging overripe fruit dangling from a tree. It was ready to fall in minutes, without warning or much prodding. Cora felt the world around her grow smaller and smaller until she was boxed in some sort of gilded cage. She looked at Robert’s eyes and felt something inside her drop, whether it was heart or her brain, she couldn’t very well tell.
She’d ask him to repeat his question, but she did hear him clearly the first time. Very clearly. Almost too clearly.
Robert cleared his throat and stared back at her, willing her to say something to him. But what was there to say?
“Say yes,” he said, as if he read her mind. It would have all been very romantic were it all true, but they were not, and this was almost, almost, cruel. He reached over to take her hand in his and it made her heart stutter. She swallowed and looked away. She could not be thrust in the middle of the spotlight like this and be expected to keep her composure or hold his searching gaze. “You know it’s true…it’s the only way.” He sighs. “I know my motivations are not wholly altruistic, but…” He snuck a glance at their hands, though he tried to be furtive about it.
“I promise to treat you well, Cora. Even if the marriage isn’t real, even we wouldn’t…” he pauses and clears his throat, “Even if we wouldn’t really love each other the way husbands and wives do, I would always try to do right by you.”
Her breath would hitch if it wasn’t already trapped in her lungs.
“You need this too.”
She knew that. She already knew that she wanted to stay. She also knew that she had much more to prove which is why she needed to stay, but somehow…somehow, she could not grasp and take in her hands what was already offered for her to hold.
Find Sailing Close to The Wind|| Chapter Two: Into an Ocean of You HERE.
Did you update with a third chapter or why does it say updated on FanFiction.Net ? Take care🥰
I did now, yes. A year later, but honestly, who's counting? At this point, who's even reading? My bet is no one, but if you are, then that's great because here is the preview and link to the update. Also, if you are, I suggest reading the first two installments because, well, it's really been a while.
See undercut.
[COBERT] Sailing Close to the Wind: Two - Into an Ocean of You
“I fall into an ocean of you
Pull me out in time
Don't let me drown
…I say it's all because of you
And here I go
Losing my control”
Sway, Bic Runga
The question floated about in the air like a low-hanging overripe fruit dangling from a tree. It was ready to fall in minutes, without warning or much prodding. Cora felt the world around her grow smaller and smaller until she was boxed in some sort of gilded cage. She looked at Robert’s eyes and felt something inside her drop, whether it was heart or her brain, she couldn’t very well tell.
She’d ask him to repeat his question, but she did hear him clearly the first time. Very clearly. Almost too clearly.
Robert cleared his throat and stared back at her, willing her to say something to him. But what was there to say?
“Say yes,” he said, as if he read her mind. It would have all been very romantic were it all true, but they were not, and this was almost, almost, cruel. He reached over to take her hand in his and it made her heart stutter. She swallowed and looked away. She could not be thrust in the middle of the spotlight like this and be expected to keep her composure or hold his searching gaze. “You know it’s true…it’s the only way.” He sighs. “I know my motivations are not wholly altruistic, but…” He snuck a glance at their hands, though he tried to be furtive about it.
“I promise to treat you well, Cora. Even if the marriage isn’t real, even we wouldn’t…” he pauses and clears his throat, “Even if we wouldn’t really love each other the way husbands and wives do, I would always try to do right by you.”
Her breath would hitch if it wasn’t already trapped in her lungs.
“You need this too.”
She knew that. She already knew that she wanted to stay. She also knew that she had much more to prove which is why she needed to stay, but somehow…somehow, she could not grasp and take in her hands what was already offered for her to hold.
Find Sailing Close to The Wind|| Chapter Two: Into an Ocean of You HERE.
Beth, shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up and watch that sunset with me. Shut the fuck up? Mhmmm. Shut the fuck up, he says, to his wife. Not shut up. Shut the fuck up. You know what?
Beth, shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up and watch that sunset with me. Shut the fuck up? Mhmmm. Shut the fuck up, he says, to his wife. Not shut up. Shut the fuck up. You know what?
Those who think the suffering ended after the war are mistaken, for the real war begins now. But this is not a war with weapons; it is a war against poverty, hunger, and psychological devastation.
The people of the destroyed city have returned to their devastated neighborhoods, walking through the sorrowful streets among the ruins of their homes that were destroyed by bombs. The streets that once pulsed with life are now empty, filled only with haunting silence. There are no schools for children to learn in, no hospitals to treat the sick, and no markets to fulfill their daily needs.
Water has become a distant dream, and electricity is now a distant memory, just as the hope for peace has turned into a lost dream.
In these tragic circumstances, the Sami family, who lost everything in the war, is facing the hardest test of their lives. Their homes were destroyed, their livelihood lost, and they are in desperate need of assistance.
As the suffering continues, the helping hand remains the only hope. Let us all come together and lend our support to this kind family and others who have no shelter or food. Donating to the Sami family, even with the smallest amount, is a step toward rebuilding hope and dignity. Let us always remember that solidarity through words and actions is the noblest thing we can offer in these difficult times.
May this be a new beginning toward healing, and may those who helped ease their suffering be blessed. Solidarity through prayer and donation is the least we can do.
