hey @exxal if you can't handle the truth about you coming out, maybe don't put lies about ppl on the internet!!!!

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hey @exxal if you can't handle the truth about you coming out, maybe don't put lies about ppl on the internet!!!!
Also, I wonder how you got bugs? It can't be because you hoard food wrappers and dirty dishes all over the place, can it? No, of course not. That's ridiculous. It couldn't possibly be because you're a slob. Oh, and for the sake of those poor cats, I sincerely hope you actually go to class and throw out all your useless shit - they don't deserve to live in those fucked up conditions, and btw, ammonia is toxic. Clean the damn litter boxes before you make them ill or worse. Protip. <3
Oh, we’re doing this? Cool beans.
Let’s ignore for a moment, re: cleaning, that I was one out of three people involved. Let’s pretend it was, by all rights, my responsibility to clean everything for them and that they, helpless butterflies that they were, could not lift a hand due to the conditions of the house that totally… happened… all at once.
Let’s go with that.
Every time I tried cleaning while they were living here Dwyn just spilled shit all over what I’d cleaned within a day, so every time, I invariably gave up. It making them ill didn’t even come up until after Dwyn’s trip, and then I was told they were going to put baking soda down and vacuum it up… and it didn’t happen.
Faun worked full time, I worked off and on and am not able-bodied. All Dwyn did the entirety of the time we lived together was sit on the computer at home and make messes in the kitchen, throw trash on the floor, and insist on us using litter that couldn’t be scooped because she’d rather just throw it all out every time than deign to scoop it. There is scoopable litter I can use, but it’s expensive because when it’s scooped it lasts forever and makes up for the price. But it can’t make up for the price when it’s being chucked in the trash like that. The cheap shit that isn’t scoopable? I can’t touch it because it lets the piss all just slough to the bottom of the box and the ammonia builds up so fast and strong.
So. I just kept my litter box in my room and scooped it, and let her do what she wanted with the ones in the kitchen. Cue three years across two apartments of the boxes constantly being left to turn into ammonia bombs. I’m sure they show great solidarity over it now, as with all things that they can now claim was on me, but those two even fought over that shit at a few points.
I couldn’t even get the two of them to stop throwing cans of tuna on the floor for the cats and then leaving the empty tins laying around collecting more trash. It’s aesthetic.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrsabzSnfH4
See the video for the apartment’s full glory the morning they left, as my photos have mostly only been while fixing it is in progress. A correction on the video; other than my using the wrong month at the start; they did leave the key. A+ effort! Nearly every single plate, bowl, tupperware, or bit of silverware in the house was on Dwyn’s desk, caked in food and in a few cases, mold. But sure, their tales aren’t projection at all. I was, as is the case in all their problems, the cause of all misery.
…Though if you’re pretty sure it’s just as much of a shithole as it was before, then what are you mad about me cleaning for? (Oh, right… right, liars love liars. You guys will get along great!)
When I cleaned off and then flipped ‘Dwyn’s desk’ to try to fold the legs, I discovered four different items underneath had been caked in so much cat piss that they were now solid. Much scraping was had, and more trash bags filled. But sure, I guess I was supposed to do that for her while she lived here, too. I wasn’t aware my physically-able roommate who worked maybe two weeks total over the course of three years was somehow my responsibility to clean up after to the degree I used to clean up after my old quadrupalegic roommate. (I mention his condition because HE HAD A REASON TO NEED THE HELP.)
As the video shows, very little of my shit was in the living room or kitchen. My stuff in the other room is stacked in a tower in the corner that takes up less than a quarter of the floor space and none of the closet. The twelve contractor bags worth of trash I’ve taken out of the living room and kitchen that they put there, and the four contractor bags and counting of scattered clothing and underwear all over the house, surely had nothing to do with the space constraints. It’s not like there was three dressers and a half dozen plastic drawer units here for anything to go into. It’s not like Dwyn had furniture she could use.
But Aro, I can hear already, that’s your mess too! Those two are perfect angels and you, you are the source of all their ails!
…Again, my attempts to clean could never keep up with their shit.I don’t expect you to believe me, and I don’t really care about that. You coming to my tumblr to send me two different asks with varying degrees of thinly veiled insults tells me all I need to know about who’s more pissed off about all this. I ain’t let any previous fuckers ruin my life; I won’t let any of you do it either. Ya ain’t that special, sweet-cheeks.
By the way, despite some food containers in my room, I wipe them clean at the time of use and there are zero bugs in my room. No gnats, no fruit flies, no ants, no beetles, no regular flies. No mold, either. Gasp! All the bugs were in the kitchen inside unsealed bags of baking shit left open, enjoying the buffet of spilled sugar and coffee and crumbs of who knows what on the counters, swarming the open cans of tuna they left to pile up on the floor… and in the powderpost beetles’ case, eating the cabinets.
As a side note, my germophobic ass has been using the same two plates and one bowl, one fork, one spoon, and one knife, since Bush was in office. All them dirty plates you’re coming at me about? I didn’t touch a one of em.
But thanks for that bonus protip on keeping my poor cats in happy, healthy conditions! I know you have lots of experience with your eleven cats all jammed into one house. <3333
Maybe the lot of you ought to just stay off my tumblr. It’s been a month, the stalking is kind of… sad.
Shoo.
Oh man, I love how you only started cleaning once your roommates moved out (after three years of living with only a corner of space to sleep in and a narrow path through all the junk piled into the main room) because the place was so disgusting that it was making them ill. You should totally post pictures except that I'm pretty sure it's still just as much of a shithole as it was before. Steam-cleaning must have been a real chore with only about 2% of the floor accessible.
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oh man. This is hard but also good for meokfive things
I have great customer service and just people skills in general. I'm good at comforting people and mediating issues between people.
On a related note, I'm good at rephrasing things to help someone understand something. There have been many many times that a teacher has misunderstood something another classmate has asked them, and I've been able to chime in and clarify so then the teacher realizes what the student was asking and is able to answer their question.
I read really fast, and I have a pretty high reading comprehension level, which is super super helpful, and I am very grateful that my dad got me into reading full length novels as a fifth grader and that I always saw my parents and grandma reading books and it made me want to read too
I learn things intuitively. I often can't explain how or why something clicked with me, but I very rarely struggle to learn anything (well besides physical stuff, I am definitely not athletic)
Contrarily I can be very analytical, and I notice lots of details and am good at following steps (though unfortunately that sometimes is an overwhelming rather than helpful thing for me)
I tried to focus on brain related things because I've been feeling so shitty about myself lately, especially in regards to school
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