#delete later;

[dick-meister]

Good god do I see some of the most annoying shit on here at times. Bros, we need to have a talk about curating your own space without stepping on others shoes/making them feel like bad people for liking something. Yikes man.

[vital-hammer]

OOC;

ooc: Hi! I just wanted to say I appreciate all the asks a lot! I'm not used to being in living / not dead fandoms so I'm a bit shocked at the amount of interaction this blog has gotten after what? 2 days?

ooc: I am a very shy person so I tend not to start interactions or send much for asks so I especially appreciate people reaching out first!

ooc: Anyway, thanks for being so welcoming ♪(´▽｀)

[rapturesong]

Think I've finally settled on a face for my Eleanor Lamb.

[dethenryquinn]

I plan to get back into the swing of things ASAP, and I have an idea for a new open starter I may put up later on. Anyway, I thought I'd give some clarity on what the hell has been going on with me for the past few weeks, and why I needed a break. Needless to say, this has been one of the worst holiday seasons of my life.

My father is a very active person, and he always goes to adult general skating in the winter season. A few weeks ago, around Dec 11th I think, a woman he skates with accidentally kicked into his skate and he fell incredibly hard on the ice on his hip.

They had to call the ambulance and my father had to be rushed to the city to the hospital there. Not only was it his hip, but it was the hip he'd already had replaced. Turns out the smack on the ice cracked the titanium rod in his leg. He had to have surgery to repair it obviously, and he was in the hospital for more than a week.

We were all scared to death when they called because Mom and I were afraid he'd hit his head, but luckily, even though he was in unbelievable pain, he kept his head up and he had his hockey helmet on.

It was very stressful with my father gone, and I was worried about him night and day until he got home safe again.

But the thing that broke me was my older brother. He left his dog on top of me and Mom while Dad was gone, just so he could go to his cabin without the burden of his dog. And it was very nerve wracking because Marley was confused and didn't know where my dad was and spent days and days wandering around the house and going in and out. Mom and I were exhausted and I was stressed to my limit until Marley went home.

But that's not really the worst part. My brother is MAGA brainrotted, despite being Canadian. And with Dad in the hospital, just the DAY after he went away, my fucking brother decides to start talking all his right wing brainwashed bullshit at our house. He was reading racist jokes off of facebook, and then saying shit like "Oh all the Muslims will be done away with soon" and other crazy shit, because he hates immigrants.

Well, I was already so torn up about my Dad, and all the other stressful stuff that I had to deal with in his absence, that I just went to my room and cried. But something broke in me that day, and I think Mom could tell because when I said I had enough of his BS, she def believed it and said she wished he'd just be quiet. Mom hates politics, and I don't talk about it with him for obvious reasons.

Anyway, Mom wanted to tell Dad about this but I told her not to because he had enough on his plate, obviously. I let it go, and just calmed down over the next few days.

After awhile, like I said, my Dad came home. But he was in pain and severely injured. Added to his he lost a lot of blood during the operation and whatnot so he was weak and needed help getting around. It's been very difficult and my will to live was basically gone.

Then, on Christmas Eve of all times, my fucking brother comes over, and while my Dad is resting in bed, he starts coming at me with his fucking right wing shit again. Well, I was feeling stronger at this point, so I DID NOT walk away. I'd had enough. I didn't directly insult him, because I'm not an asshole to my family, but I DID make sure he knew I was a socialist leftist and to shut the hell up about it. Then this asshat has the nerve to imply that I'M stupid. And when I tell you I was seething at that, he knows shit about fuck all, with everything besides his work, don't tell me I'm unintelligent because I'm not Trump brainwashed.

I absolutely schooled him on Canadian politics and corrected the wrong shit he was saying, so much so, he got pissy like a little baby and HE left lmao. Mom was upset after, Dad didn't know it happened as he was sick in bed, and I said "I've forgotten more than he'll ever know, he can kiss my ass. I will NOT forget this anytime soon." And Mom said she was praying when he came through our door that he wouldn't start again, but alas. I stuck to my word from the last time and called him out. Making it very well known that in the future I will not be staying quiet to keep the peace.

The next day was Xmas, and as is my brother's fashion, he was Mr. Jolly on Xmas day and acted like it did happen, because he has tantrums like a little piss baby. Literally like a child and it all blows over.

Then I did tell my Dad what happened and so did my Mom, and Dad said he's gonna talk to him and tell him to knock off the shit. That my brother can say whatever in his own home, but not here. Dad said he doesn't want politics tearing up apart and he doesn't want to hear of it. He also said that my brother is basically full of it.

Now, for context, my Dad is also MAGA rotted, but he keeps it to himself. Why? Because we went to war over it a several years ago and it was made VERY clear that I'm not the one when it comes to that shit. Don't even speak about that with me if you wanna stay friends. In fact, I don't even associate with anyone ever remotely conservative, I just have to with them because we are a close family otherwise. So, it's not the best outcome, but as long as I don't have to hear my brother's shit anymore, that's about as much as I can ask for at the moment.

And while we're on the subject of him, he's been such a disappointment since my Dad went down. You'd think the older brother and only son would be more of help, but NOPE! I became the man of the house, as my Mom said. I did the stuff Dad couldn't do. I took care of my mother and lifted heavy stuff, fixed things, and drove her around when she was scared of winter driving. All this was also making me lose my mind, btw, so it was a lot.

When my Dad came home it was me and Mom lifting him around and doing it all. My brother was just fucking off to his cabin and leaving his dog here again because my parents won't tell him no.

My body is wrecked from lifting my Dad when he needed it. He actually fell once and we called my uncle next door to help us get him up, and he took SO LONG that by the time he got here I HAD HIM UP. Like JFC, men are so goddamn useless. And my brother couldn't help, because guess what? He was at his cabin! Which is about an hour away. If there was an emergency he'd be useless anyway. My Dad was ok then, btw, it wasn't a serious thing. He just lost his balance because of his low blood and went down on the floor.

Christmas Day was alright, and everything since as been a little up and down with Dad and all, but things got better as my Dad continues to get better.

That should explain where I've been with good reason. I spent a lot of time hurting and crying, and a nervous wreck, so your patience is appreciated.

Like I mentioned earlier, something broke in me through all this. Not only do I have less regard for men than I did before; I've learned that most of the people I know are stupid as hell and unreliable. Not me though, I'm a goddamn rock, whether I want to be or not :/

In 2026 I've decided I'm done with the bullshit, in every way possible. I hope you all had a great holiday season, and have a wonderful 2026. I will, or die trying lol.

Love yous.

[wispfated]

me @ all my beautiful moots.

for real tho, you guys never gave up on me, even through some months of burnout. A big thank you to friends new and old.

[novabun-ships]

So all I will say was last night was a colossal disaster—

Tw: nonconsensual touches

My energy is pretty low at the moment so please forgive my lack of enthusiasm today.

People need to learn what the word consent means and stop just assuming someone is okay with physical touch in places they should absolutely ask to touch. Thankfully it wasn't the act but I was touched without consent, skin on skin... out in a public space.

I just wanted to have a good night and have some video game fun at my favourote arcade bar.... instead I got an asshat who thought "friends" means he can put his hands wherever the fuck he wants and assume I'd like it because "we're friends and it would feel good for me"

Bad news for him is, I don't take that kinda bullshit and told the bouncer and the bar tender. Even some patrons caught wind of it and they kicked his ass out. Lots of yelling between them and the jerk who touched me.

I knew this guy for maybe a couple weeks(?) And straight from the start I made is abundantly clear that I'm not looking to form any type of relationship aside from platonic. I just wanted to make friends with people....

So I just sort of want to curl into myself— times like these I really wish my partners were real and here with me... I feel awful.

[llimerrence]

😭😭😭😭 they included the shot of the camera recording her having a breakdown. Yall ™

[llimerrence]

I’m watching crime scene kitchen and 😭😭 yall I would be so good at the discovery phase but I would get kicked out right away cause I don’t know what half these desserts are