#mod stories

[public-school-things]

Hello. for those of you who are unaware, I am a student at Michigan state university. if you've been keeping up with the news, you may know where this is going.

TW: Gun violence, death, shooting

at 8:18 pm on February 13th, shots were fired into a nearby building on campus. from that point on, we were on lockdown. I barricaded myself in my dorm room with my roommate and started reaching out to those I knew.

3 of my classmates lost their lives, and several more are injured. I will be putting updates here for what's going on around campus and any GoFundMes made to support the victims and/or their families.

Please. don't make this another statistic. that could've been me that lost my life. Please fight for me and my classmates. they deserve to be alive today.

[universalpheonix-versusxiii]

Mod//

🎶We can't wait from day to daaaay, 'cause we've got somethin' to say-🎶

"Hello there Mod sweetie! It's lovely to see you.~"

AH!! Nyarly? Oh, hey good to see you too-... wait a second. Something's not right here.

"Oh darling, what ever do you mean? Surely you must be used to my presence by now."

First of all, you smell different. Second of all, you haven't insulted within' a total of 10 seconds, and Lastly... Nyarlathotep NEVER uses my name. So then... who ARE you?

"*Sigh*... I guess it was worth a shot. Hmhm, I didn't know your relationship was so abusive."

It's complicated.

"Well, guess I should drop the facade. Greetings pup, my name is Yidhra, the REAL "Nyarlathotep".~"

[habitual-creatures]

OKAY- GOOD VIBE KINDA KILLED FOR A MOMENT-

I ALMOST just had to break into a car to save a dog that had been left in there (( didn't because owner came back but I did tell them to do WAY FUCKING BETTER )) and that FUCKING SICKENS ME.

You should NOT bring your dog if you know you're going to make multiple stops AND go INTO STORES with NO ONE TO SUPERVISE AND TAKE CARE OF THE DOG when it is HOT OUTSIDE (( or ANY temperature for that matter! DON'T FUCKING LEAVE UNATTENDED DOGS* IN CARS! YOU COULD KILL THEM! ))

*this extends to BABIES and KIDS and OTHER PETS too!! DON'T LEAVE LIVING THINGS IN A CAR UNATTENDED!*

I may not be a firm believer in "Hell" but there is sure as FUCK a SPECIAL PLACE IN IT FOR PEOPLE LIKE THAT.

[retail-stories]

I was chilling and recovering the store with my register closed when I had a lady come in without a mask. nothing out of the ordinary. I just kept doing my thing. (might I add, we have a pretty big sign that says the register is closed and to go to the other section of the store to check out). I was just putting some stuff away when I hear this lady coughing up a storm. it straight up sounded like she was gonna cough up a hairball. after hearing that I decided to keep my register closed even tho I had the jurisdiction to open it and probably should've opened it a few minutes ago. I went back to the front counter to work on markdowns and the sort. and this lady came up to the register and looked at the giant ass sign. she stood there for a second and as I was reaching to grab something. she coughs on me. open mouth, no covering it, no mask. on me. she then left to go check out at the other registers.

I can not explain how many times I used hand sanitizer that day.

[my-heart-in-your-hands-suggest]

Can you tell us about your first kisses?

my first kiss, unfortunately, was rather underwhelming and a very boring story.

i can, however, tell you the story of the first kiss of my current relationship because it’s much sweeter anyhow. in senior year of high school, i was in a musical and, to grossly oversimplify, i realized i had fallen for one of my best friends who was also in the show. i drove him and this freshman girl home every night after our performances (in that order). when we got to his house, the freshman was passed out in the back seat. he and i had been flirting for basically the entire production and we’d finally had enough of that so he leaned over from the passengers seat and just smirked at me so i kissed him quick and kicked him out of the car! it was a fun night

~mod persephone🌹

[pfq-tips]

so. what does the Q stand for in pokefarm q.

I’m not actually creative or funny enough to make up my own Q name, so have a story from our dear admin Sei instead. Now, you need to know, I love Sei. She’s the best.  

But wow. She knows how to drive someone up a wall. 

So picture this, staff chat, approximately 3 am my time (and 2 am Constantine/Garthic time), Sei chimes in with a happy: 

“so, we bacme PFQ because it sounds like PF2, rightwhen/if we have a third installment.. PF3... PFT...”

Imagine chaos. Both Connie and I just driven up a wall how 2 does not sound like Q. Not at all. Garth of course, sided with Sei. Just to mess with us further. Sei and Connie sent voice messages to prove their points and all. Everyone was screaming to make their opinion known. 

Garthic is still enjoying to mess with us with a 

Garthic: Connie. Garthic: You're Q cute.

In the end, it was of course all a joke. But yeah. Please never ask me what the Q stands for, because that was a very memorable 3 am and I will never be able to think of anything else. 

[fuckyeahnightmares]

Mod James, please share your experiences!

Hey!  Sorry, I disappeared for a while, or “ghosted” if you will, it’s been a busy semester but I’ll try to set aside more time for you all again.

Ok, my paranormal experiences weren’t much but since you’ve asked I’ll share.

1. { Hold on I’ll put this back up later.  I used it in a part of a paper without citing myself and I’m afraid they’re gonna get me for plagarizing.  I have nightmares about going down like this this. }

2. About a few months or so ago while I was in my apartment for college, I went to the bathroom.  Now there is a kitchen/living room, two double bedrooms, and one bathroom with a loud ass fan.  When it was just me and another guy (who lived in the other room) in my apartment, I left my room to go to the bathroom.  While sitting down on the seat, I got a text from the guy asking, “What, James?”  Now being in the small toilet room with the loud ass fan basically being the only thing I could hear, I didn’t know what he was talking about so I said, “What, what?”.  He responded, “What are you going on about?”

“What?”

“I can hear you loudly talking to yourself in your room and it’s getting creepy.”

I turned the fan off, finished my business in the toilet room, washed my hands, and burst into my room.  There was nobody there of course.  I went to my roommates room and told him I was in the bathroom and asked him what he heard.  He said what he heard was clearly my voice talking in my room although he couldn’t make out exactly what  I said.  I’m not sure what to make of it although nothing else has happened since then so I think I’m in the clear.

I know my stories aren’t 10/10s but thanks for asking!  I appreciate the support for the blog!  Keep submitting everyone!

[askarkham]

Jonathan feels a bit overwhelmed today, so I figured I’d step in and see if I can help in some small way.

You see, I have an inkling of what you’re going through...

My maternal grandmother and I had a rough relationship when I was young. I think, in a way, we both resented the other for multiple reasons I won’t get into at the moment simply because this isn’t about me, this is about you. Suffice it to say, I knew the feeling of looking at the ‘poster-child’ idea of the family unit and knowing mine didn’t quite match up. Now I know and feel like that isn’t always a bad thing, but back then it hurt a bit to see other kids talk about their grandparents and me knowing I couldn’t really experience the same thing with my own.

Later, my relationship with my grandmother strengthened. I had to help care for her (rather than the other way around) when my parents had to work on fixing up a new place for us to live. I believe she also, as my father puts it, ‘mellowed out’. And I matured somewhat.

I like to think we finally became friends.

By the time I was of preteenish age, I enjoyed spending time with her, and hopefully she would say the same. Some of my fondest memories are of her telling me stories late at night about the few parts of her early life that were good. And I began to truly love her her despite both our faults. I still do.

She eventually was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease, and I can tell you from experience it’s one of the hardest things to witness much less care for. But we did it as long as we could without putting her in a nursing home. By the time I was a freshman she was really going downhill. It broke my mother’s heart to see it and be unable to do anything about it. And it made me grow up and understand things about life and death and the part in between the transition. She passed away when I was 15. I still hate going in hospitals to this day.

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I also had to go to a college I dreaded, but because it was our last option after several others fell through. I cried my first night there. I was afraid and unsure of what my future would bring me next.

But I have since become so happy with my time at a college I initially hated with all my being :’) I think I hated my situation more than I hated the physical place. It represented my own failures and wayward path my life had taken, and created a sense of powerlessness I could not overcome. And I felt bad about the sacrifices my parents had to make to ensure I could go.

I did make friends there though. People that changed my life for good, and it gave me a chance to really help people in a few small ways. It was incredibly diverse and I got to know people, understand folks from all walks of life, race, religion, etc. I grew as a person. I treasure my time there because with what I was given I was able to do some good, especially in my own life.

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I tell you this because I am not a strong person I don’t think. I wish I was. But I got through these events in my life that I see you now similarly struggle with, for your own specific reasons. If I can get through it, I definitely know you can, dear.

My experiences were not unscathed from…shall we say, hardship. Things weren’t always sunshine and daisies. But in the end, I was a better person for it. I still have my regrets though. A lot of them. And that’s something I wish you to avoid.

I want you to do the best you can with what Life has given you in this moment in time. Respond with love, even if those you face hurt you. It’s hard, believe me I know. But I have learned that responding in hate only feeds into a problem, and people respond far better in compassion. It may take months, years, or never, but you will know for yourself you have done your part and are prepared to take on the world.:’)

I leave you with a thought by Ann Frank, who said,

“Human greatness does not lie in wealth or power, but in character and goodness. People are just people, and all people have faults and shortcomings, but all of us are born with a basic goodness. […] I keep my ideals, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.

How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.”

Keep that in mind and know you have a beautiful future ahead. What happens now will be only a stumbling block to greater, happier things. So do your best, be compassionate. You will get through it and it will be worth it.

--Ron