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LISTEN UP AGAIN KIDS STOP REBLOGGING THIS FUCKING GARBAGE POST. IT IS 100% FUCKING BULLSHIT AND CAN AND MOST DEFINITELY WILL LITERALLY KILL. DO YOU NOT SEE WARNING LABELS THAT SAY “DO NOT INDUCE VOMITING”? THEY AREN’T FUCKING AROUND. YOU CAN FUCKING BURN THEIR ESOPHAGUS BY CAUSING VOMITING, CAUSE CHOKING, DROWNING, OR MAKE IT WORSE! AGAIN DO NOT FORCE ANYTHING DOWN ANYONE’S THROAT. THEY. CAN. DROWN. IF SOMEONE IS LOSING CONCIOUSNESS ALL THE CHIT CHAT IN THE WORLD WILL NOT PREVENT IT AT THAT POINT THEY ARE IN SERIOUS DANGER. “Buuut i don’t wanna take them to the hospital!!!” WELL SUNSHINE GLAD YOU’D RATHER HAVE A DEAD FRIEND THAN A LIVING ONE BUT YOU’RE IN LUCK CALL FUCKING POISON CONTROL. THEY ARE NOT THE COPS. THEY WILL HELP YOU. AND IF THEY SAY GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL YOU GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL. NO EXCUSES. 0. NONE. I have seen this shit cross my dash SO MANY TIMES so PLEASE fucking reblog this and prevent some well meaning idiot from accidentally killing someone they love!
For the love of god PLEASE REBLOG THIS
I see this stupid fucking post one a goddamn week and someone is going to literally fucking die from it
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IF YOU WONT LISTEN TO OP, LISTEN TO THE RETIRED PARAMEDIC WHO HAS SEEN PEOPLE DIE FROM THIS SHIT.
Poison control may advise diluting the toxin somehow like with water or milk, otherwise do not give them something to drink and take the empty pill bottle/ blister pack with you to the hospital.
btw just searched it up, US poison control number is 1 800 222 1222
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Sometimes I say self loathing things to my therapist and he looks at me dead in the eyes before saying “You fucking moron.” and tbh same
Me: I think I don’t exist.
Therapist: Listen, you do exist, and if you didn’t, someone would have to create you because the world would be a much sadder place.
Me: Jerome, how dare you saying something so sweet when I’m dissociating.
Me: Honestly, (thing that is totally fucked up for any ‘sane’ person) is normal, right?
Therapist: No.
Me: Wow.
Therapist: You’re just a fucked up bitch.
Me: I do agree with the fucked up bitch part.
Therapist: That’s a start!
Me: I guess he’s still my friend?
Therapist: Considering what you told me and how much you wanna beat him to death, he’s not. You pretty much hate him despite knowing him for years.
Me:
Me: Why did I need to come here to realize that.
Therapist: Because that’s my job to help you to understand some stuff. Also because you’re way too kind and you would let someone punch you in the guts and still consider them as your friend while they stab you.
Me: I don’t need that kind of call out, Jerome.
Me: Hey, I brought you coffee. And croissants too, but I ate them. *puts Starbucks coffee in front of him*
Therapist: Oh that’s nice!!... Oh my name is on it!!
Me: Yeah!!
Therapist: It’s wholesome but... *very confused and silently*... How do I drink it?
Me, not being able to come to my appointment and having to call him: I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, I’m so so so sorr-
Therapist: I dare you to say sorry one more time. I dare you.
Therapist: Hey I wanna show you this super funny image I found the other day.
Me: What-
Therapist: *turns his screen and show me THIS*
Me:
Me: Jerome.
Therapist: You went to the gaypride?
Me: Yeah, I went.
Therapist: Was it something you enjoyed?
Me: Mh. Yeah. Sorta.
Therapist: Did you see some bears?
Me:
Me: Jerome wh-
Therapist: That’s the only term I know outside of the LGTB one, I wanted to use it.
Therapist: Are you sure you’re not becoming roommate with (name) because of pity? Kinda sacrificing yourself?
Me: No, I want it!!
Therapist: Finally, you’re not forcing yourself for the others! And you’re doing something you want! I’m proud of you!
Me: You’re more of a dad than my own father.
Therapist: That’s not very hard.
Me: I always wondered, are you queer?
Therapist: I am not.
Me: Ooh.
Therapist: Or am I?
Me: Ooh!
As an update, Jerome gave my appointment to someone’s else today so we were both in the waiting room, confused and he walked in, patted my head and said sorry but honestly it was hilarious.
The secretary came to tell me that Jerome actually forgot to write me down on the appointment list.
This is a 100% normal situation with Jerome as my Therapist.
As an addition, more than half of my friends want Jerome to adopt me and refer to him as “Therapist dad”.
He’s aware of it and think it’s hilarious.
Me, after complaining for the 25 times about my birth father: Idk if you noticed, but I’m full of anger against him.
Therapist: Oh, really, I never noticed. You know, you should turn that anger into indifference. It would help you.
Me: Unholy gods, I wish it was me.
Therapist: You know, people will still love you even if you don’t offer them things all the time. You don’t have to do that.
Me: What??
Therapist: Why don’t you send a mail to your psychiatrist when you have a bad mood swing?
Me: Like what? ‘Hey Joël wassup, I’ve been very suicidal lately last night I wanted to die. Hope you have rad vacations and the weed is good save some good kush for me, kissy kissy.’ ?
Therapist: Exactly.
Me: You’re as bad as me with human interactions Jerome, y’know.
Me, heavily dissociating: I don’t exist-
Therapist: Can I touch you to prove you that you do?
Me: Dinner first.
Therapist:
Therapist: Damien, you moron.
Therapist: You need vacations.
Me: I’m broke.
Therapist: Oh yeah.
Therapist: You still need vacations tho.
Me: Jerome, I am still broke.
Me, by text: Hey, you just walk by me!
Therapist, by text: Oh sorry. I didn’t see you.
Therapist, by text: Wait. Were you at the tattoo shop?
Me, by text, totally at the tattoo shop: You have no proof.
For a bit of context here: Around two months ago I went to a friend’s who happened the live on the same street as Jerome, which I didn’t know. He was really surprised to see me and came to check on me, asking me why I was here with a bit of concern on his voice. And this take place earlier this month:
Therapist: So your friend lives in the same street than I?
Me: Yes. Town’s short I guess.
Therapist: Were you really going to your friend...?
Me: Yes?? Why else would I be here?
Therapist: A lot of drug deals happen in this street and I see often teenagers and young adults coming and buy stuffs. I was a bit worried for you.
Me, at 2pm: I’m sorry I’m going to be late!
Therapist: Your appointment was this morning at 11:30am, Damien.
Me:
Me: What.
Jerome is still not aware of his fame and idk how to announce him.
Therapist; What’s up with you and wanting domestic rats.
Me: I’m gonna get a rat and call him Jerome just to piss you off.
Therapist:
Therapist: How dare you.
Therapist: Weed doesn’t do much on me and I must admit I’m kinda disappointed.
Me:
Therapist: Do you smoke?
Me: Jerome.
On hard days I wonder how Jerome is doing
He’s doing fine, last time he shown me his fav pic of a red panda which is this one
I FOUND IT I FOUND IT I FUCKING FOUND IT AAAAAAAH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME FEEL
It’s really amazing how happy people get when they find this post omg
Always reblog Jerome.
Is he now aware of his fame?
After months, he is, and he just told me “Haha, this is funny. I’m happy it’s helping people!”
I think he doesn’t realize that he’s known *worldwide*
Jerome is adorable and I hope he knows this.
This is the best series and I want someone to make short skits out of it.
ok so im writing again . just like an original idea . so here’s a preview . @janellion :) ur basically the only person who’d beta for me so here u go
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“Bring me to your leader,” the man jokingly exclaimed. He had substantially high doubts about this young woman’s true identity; he figured it was someone within a cult based on her ‘satanic’ behaviors; she only seemed to have these behaviors due to the way she was admiring parts of him, her stance, everything about her screamed weird.
Lydia chuckled. She found it astonishing that someone of the same age could not recognize her, even though there have been millions of news articles and segments on her astounding work as a ‘serial killer’ as some might say.
“You’re talking to ‘er.” She smiled.
His heart hammered in his chest. He did not know that she was his enemy. It was common knowledge to stay away from Lydia, she was this rumored assassin, but nobody ever truly lived to tell the tale.
“You’re a psychopath.” Bennett saw the glint in her eyes. She chuckled as soon as he mentioned that.
“Personally, I’d prefer creative. I have an offer to make you, Ben. If, and only if, you do exactly what I say.” He swallowed when he heard mention of Lydia’s offer, but he nodded.
She smiled. She knew exactly what she wanted him to do. She wanted Bennett to basically become her trainee of sorts; Lydia just wanted companionship, since she grew up without most of it as a young child.
“Bennett, I want you to consider being my sidekick, my partner in-”
He smiled. “Yes. I’ll do it.” Bennett always knew he was drawn to her; he never knew exactly why he was attracted to the preacher’s daughter, but he realized it now. Lydia… Lydia is his soul mate.
Bennett grabbed Lydia’s hand and walked her outside of the church. Lydia smiled for the first time in a long time. It felt nice, someone that cares. She always thought that everyone shunned her for a reason. Now she understood why. She was so outcasted that she flinched every time someone came close to her. It was all her fault. All her fault that her parents never loved each other. It was her fault that her father hated her with a burning passion.
They kept walking through the town strewn with Christmas lights and pine trees until they arrived at a quaint inn on the other side of town.
“I think we should go inside. To, y’know, go to sleep since it’s pretty late,” She yawned, getting Bennett out of his daze; she grabbed his wrist and opened the door of the quiet hotel.
here's the introduction i just posted the most interesting part, atleast to me @janellion
The night was unusually gloomy. Maybe, it was the fog. Maybe, it was because tonight is the night he decided to go through with his plan. Bennett was on a search for someone. He didn't know who exactly, but he felt drawn to Vancouver. So later that night, he purchased a one-way ticket, so he could figure out what enticed him to go to this specific place.
He thought that he might find a job or go to college since he did not have any true expectations for the journey. Bennett had no idea about the city he is going to, nor had any idea about the pain that it held.
After he packed his bag full of the basic essentials, he drove to the airport; he was incredibly nervous, so much so that he kept tapping the wheel every time someone would get on his tail. Ben did not want this trip to go wrong, he did not want to accidentally do something moronic and never come home.
It was a few hours from when he first left New York, it is roughly a four-hour flight and he had about an hour to an hour and a half left. There was this young child that kept screaming, which resulted in a horrible migraine only halfway through the trip. Bennett already wanted to have some sort of alcoholic drink, however, the unspoken rule is to not drink while in the air.
He groaned as the young child kept getting louder and louder; his head pounded, the pain becoming sharper and heavier. Ben put his head in his hands, rubbing his temples trying to calm the ache. It was mind-blowing how a toddler could scream at the top of their lungs for a continuous two hours.
“Ma’am,” he said, gesturing to the nearby flight attendant. “Could I get a pink lemonade? Thank you.”
It took a long time to get to Vancouver, but Bennett knew it would be worth it. He knew that he went for a reason, even if he did not exactly know why at the very moment.
There were remnants of a light snow still on the streets and lawns. He admired the cozy neighborhood, it was strewn with Christmas lights and decorations. It looked like it came straight out of a Hallmark movie; it just looked fake.
He kept walking until he saw a church having a service; he thought it’d be nice to go to church again, since he was not able to attend for a while. Actually, he felt an urge to go, like he was being drawn to it.
As he walked up the steps, he saw things he wish he really had not; it seemed as if there was blood splatters on the steps, but the rest of the guests did not seem to see it. He was seeing minor flaws that everyone else could not see. What was up with that?
Bennett saw a young woman, around the age of 19, walking around in a long dark dress. It covered every part of her body the Bible would consider inappropriate to show someone of the opposite sex. It was just funny, seeing someone actually following the Bible to a perfect T.
“I see your attention is drawn to Lydia,” the man put his hand on Bennett’s shoulder. “She’s in dire need of friends. Go talk to her.”
Bennett nodded and he followed her into a small back room where she then sat, facing him. As soon as she saw him, she got up and looked him dead in the eye, chuckling as his eyes went to the floor.
ok so im writing again . just like an original idea . so here's a preview . @janellion :) ur basically the only person who'd beta for me so here u go
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“Bring me to your leader,” the man jokingly exclaimed. He had substantially high doubts about this young woman’s true identity; he figured it was someone within a cult based on her ‘satanic’ behaviors; she only seemed to have these behaviors due to the way she was admiring parts of him, her stance, everything about her screamed weird.
Lydia chuckled. She found it astonishing that someone of the same age could not recognize her, even though there have been millions of news articles and segments on her astounding work as a ‘serial killer’ as some might say.
“You’re talking to ‘er.” She smiled.
His heart hammered in his chest. He did not know that she was his enemy. It was common knowledge to stay away from Lydia, she was this rumored assassin, but nobody ever truly lived to tell the tale.
“You’re a psychopath.” Bennett saw the glint in her eyes. She chuckled as soon as he mentioned that.
“Personally, I’d prefer creative. I have an offer to make you, Ben. If, and only if, you do exactly what I say.” He swallowed when he heard mention of Lydia’s offer, but he nodded.
She smiled. She knew exactly what she wanted him to do. She wanted Bennett to basically become her trainee of sorts; Lydia just wanted companionship, since she grew up without most of it as a young child.
“Bennett, I want you to consider being my sidekick, my partner in-”
He smiled. “Yes. I’ll do it.” Bennett always knew he was drawn to her; he never knew exactly why he was attracted to the preacher’s daughter, but he realized it now. Lydia... Lydia is his soul mate.
Bennett grabbed Lydia’s hand and walked her outside of the church. Lydia smiled for the first time in a long time. It felt nice, someone that cares. She always thought that everyone shunned her for a reason. Now she understood why. She was so outcasted that she flinched every time someone came close to her. It was all her fault. All her fault that her parents never loved each other. It was her fault that her father hated her with a burning passion.
They kept walking through the town strewn with Christmas lights and pine trees until they arrived at a quaint inn on the other side of town.
“I think we should go inside. To, y’know, go to sleep since it’s pretty late,” She yawned, getting Bennett out of his daze; she grabbed his wrist and opened the door of the quiet hotel.
Yeah I see you
i only have :
“Wait, wait, wait! what are you doing?” Her eyes looked at the girl in front of her, putting the glass in the microwave.“What? i need to heat up the potion.” “In the microwave?” Vee rolled her eyes and laughed at the scared girl in front of her.
and im just like 😔 i dont think ill be able to finish this i literally have nothing. @janellion send help im stuck
if anyones curious, im writing . if anyone wants to be a beta reader please let me know :)
@janellion lend your assistance when u can. ty :))
if your asian activism doesnt include ALL asians then it is useless. if your asian activism thinks asia is japan, korea, and china and MAYBE a few s/se asian countries, it is not asian activism. asia is a massive continent that includes north asia and the middle east (surprise, the middle east is w asia).
yes weeaboos and koreaboos are asian issues and so is anti chinese racism and general anti e asian racism spiking bc of covid, but those are not the ONLY asian issues.
what’s happening to palestine is an asian issue. what’s happening in armenia is an asian issue. what’s happening in india is an asian issue. there are asian issues i am nowhere near informed enough about to bring up on this post. include these communities and countries in your asian activism. they are a part of the larger asian community. do not forget them.
**** rape tw and discussion of heavy/nsfw content****
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Hi everyone! I have been thinking about making this post for a while since I started my writing blog, and I think I’ve finally been able to gather my thoughts on what I would like to say. I was on this website as a young teen, and I am guilty of having read smut and nsfw content that I probably shouldn’t have been exposed to. I, however, had never came across some of the content that I am seeing on this site right now, as in the extremity of the nsfw content that is being posted, and it is honestly worrying to me to see so much of it.
With this post, my intention is not to stop people from writing what they want to write, posting what they want, or enjoying content. My intent is to bring to light what you as a writer are exposing people to and reinforcing, because yes, when you write something here you are in some way promoting an idea and leaving an impression on someone.
I have seen so much noncon/dubcon lately and it is honestly terrifying and disgusting to me that someone would want to write that and have people romanticize it. Me saying that RAPE should not be promoted is not kink-shaming…,, please don’t try to make excuses for what it is. I honestly didn’t even know what that was until this year, and the fact that writers on here are treating this type of content as normal nsfw is so concerning to me. Consent is NEVER optional, and it should never be iffy or questionable in any situation.
Promoting and writing noncon/dubcon IS the same thing as promoting rape porn, straight up, and honestly violence and pain against women (yes I know not every fic is based on a f/m relationship but women are disproportionately affected by rape). I’m really unsure when or why this ever became okay to write about, but I don’t want to see it and I will block you if you write/promote it. You are leaving an impression here, on young girls and teens, and I will take no part in that; because that shit happens in real life to real people and women. Let me repeat that: BECAUSE THAT SHIT HAPPENS FORCEFULLY IN REAL LIFE TO REAL WOMEN AND PEOPLE, AND IT ISN’T THEIR CHOICE. It should not be the topic of a stupid fanfiction. It isn’t a kink and no matter how down and dirty sex is in real life, it should always be safe and consensual, and that is something I will always promote on my blog. Please stay away from people who promote any of that, I can’t stress it enough; the people who think it is okay are people who don’t go outside and don’t care about rape victims.
That’s all, please be conscious of the decisions you make here and what you choose to say, thank you.
This is painful. I have no words..
As horrid as this is, don’t look away. Esp if you’re white. You probably never knew this happened. I didn’t. Knowledge is power, and if we want to be effective allies, we need to face the true history of what black America has suffered.
Educate yourselves for the sake of a future free of discrimination and oppression.
Im not black but I feel that rage too
This poor child….
For reference, this happened in 1944. Your grandparents were alive when this happened.
Where’s that dumbass “WhY yOu GoTtA mAkE eVeRyThInG aBoUt RaCe” anon… THIS is why I bring up race… because THIS is what it means to be a B L A C K child in murikkka. So yes, it’s about race.
I want everyone to look at this poor baby and think about this:
Charles Manson is still alive.
Ted Bundy was able to pass himself off as innocent for ten fucking years.
Jeffrey Dahmer was never executed or sent to the chair. He was bludgeoned to death by Christopher Scarver (who did what we all wanted. Thanks, my man).
John Wayne Gacy made numerous appeals for ten years before he was executed.
Richard Ramirez sat on death row for 20 years before dying of fucking cancer.
Just think about that.
allegedly it was recorded that it took two shocks before he died and the mask came off in the first shock and you could see the pain stricken wide eyes and the saliva running down his mouth
‘Race and racism is a reality that so many of us grow up learning to just deal with. But if we ever hope to move past it, it can’t just be on people of color to deal with it. It’s up to all of us – Black, white, everyone – no matter how well-meaning we think we might be, to do the honest, uncomfortable work of rooting it out. It starts with self-examination and listening to those whose lives are different from our own. It ends with justice, compassion, and empathy that manifests in our lives and on our streets.’ — Michelle Obama
WOooHOoOOoo
I checked the screenshot folder and I think I'm a big simp of Tommy
let's go Inniter's!!!
Dreamnotfound fanart!
Also I think I've finalized my signature
Please do not repost my art. Reblogs and likes appreciated!!
Blob dads
The Dream Team but as Demon Boys (Part 1/3)
This turned out better than I expected honestly i’m kinda shook but i drew our fave green man as a demon boy! complete with freckles and an enderpearl necklace
tw: blood!