Can not believe I just saw a poorest meow meow contest and Shigaraki was not in the running. Shigaraki, the poorest of meow meows, wasn’t included. Just wrong.
Ya know I’m still so surprised that Bakugo is one of the most popular characters in the fandom but there’s like no fics that cover what happened when he was kidnapped by the League
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vessel: 19yo ✧ mixed origins ✧ black ✧ brainweird && bodyfucked terms: any ✦ celestial ✦ nh & feline
Yesterday was International Awareness Day for my disease, so I made all the obligatory posts and then just chilled, trying to avoid a mental breakdown. I’ve been rather emotionally exhausted lately. I love my Friend’s Friend, but I cannot say “Hiya” on my game without being invited to a damn voice chat. We all know I’m not about that life, and FF is in the know about me. So, I don’t know...
And, the thing is voice chats with FF are usually open and filled with other people or become filled, as they move onto other games, or they start watching videos at max volume for everyone to hear, even if I don’t give a shit! Some of FF’s friends come off as very rude, too, and it’s starting to wear on me. I don’t wanna be the one who shuts off the loud-ass music at the party, but I’m a much better player when there’s not a whole bunch of noise.
I like FF, normally. She can be a little self-absorbed, but so am I. So, I will give her a pass on that, and I think she’ll be super fucking useful once she gets to where we are in the game, which she seems to have every intention to see to. I was hoping the voice chats would grow on me, but I guess I gotta put my foot down sometimes. I just don’t wanna come off as rude.
It’s funny how I’m the one with probably the least amount of finite energy, but I’m also the only one who seems to give a shit about etiquette. I’ve got my hand on the wheel at all times, because I’m a better driver.
. . . which is to say I’m a polite control freak.
My Fictional Ex-Husband has been popping up, and I’ve been avoiding him. But, it’s the same damn thing... I’ve got to learn to put my foot down.
More interestingly, I decided to post more about my own sexual assault to Facebook, because I think people need to understand that we can all fall victim. I’ve gotten supportive responses so far, but we’ll see.
