Hot take but those people (on any social media platform) who desperately want to be an “older sibling” to children online are weird as fuck????? It’s okay to have younger mutuals. Personally I wouldn’t talk to any of them in DMs. I’m not saying it’s automatically weird if you’ve spoken to someone younger online, offering support or advice sometimes is nice and good.
But if you have TONS of young followers and you refer to yourself as their sibling and talk to them constantly and all of that I AM AUTOMATICALLY SUSPICIOUS OF YOU. I’ve seen these people get called out for being creeps time and time again, mostly back when I had tiktok.
If you’re a minor, please stay safe and be wary. ALWAYS assume the worst of older people online, you’ll thank yourself for it later.
Not targeted I just was watching a youtube video that made me think of this 🫡
if I post bad meta can you just ignore it instead of making posts about how I’m stupid bc I’m too stubborn to let you chase me off tungle dot com of all places but it still hurts my feelings and I just wanna exist here in peace without feeling like I’m being monitored. thanks!! 😂
I often meet people who seem to think because I'm monogamous I have a girlfriend or don't want to talk to or interact with anyone who's poly or something.
I'm literally single and not looking for anything serious with anyone because I don't have the like, emotional space to be a dedicated partner to anyone.
ive had a very stressful month and haven’t been writing as much. I’ve been thinking through a lot of the ‘plot’ of part 5 but haven’t gotten the chance to put it to paper. I’ve been too busy eating my feelings and hating myself <3
when i get through all of my things and get settled hopefully I’ll get inspired to sit infront of my laptop and upload soon
in the meantime I’m trying to build better habits and be a cleaner more put together person but it’s hard
Hey, folks! Something I reblogged to my dash today is pretty sexually explicit and gross. I reblogged it to address OP, who did something that sucked (sponsored it to random people). In the interest of keeping everyone safe, I've heavily tagged it, but regardless, I'm about to spam reblog some stuff to bury it. Don't scroll beyond this message if you don't have stuff like #nsfw filtered, it's bad. Have a good day!
hi, just some housekeeping matters. this blog will remain spoiler-free for the teen wolf movie until the 31st. that being said, i will be talking about the movie and possibly making vague references to the plot, especially regarding scott mccall, mason hewitt, allison argent. i’ll be tagging those posts teen wolf: the movie and teen wolf movie. i’ll only retroactively tag teen wolf movie spoilers (so as not to clog up that actual tag with my posts). so blacklist/filter those tags if necessary!!
for my non-usamericans, if anyone needs help finding a good stream for the movie, feel free to reach out on thursday!!
Idea for you; Billy stims by chewing on things. Like toothpicks and cigarettes
Christ, my brother's ALWAYS done this, you really came to the right person.
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Mottled straws.
Everywhere.
Steve thought moving in with Billy would lead to silly arguments about laundry or whose turn it was to wipe down the kitchen counters. Hell, arguments over Steve being able to drive the Camaro.
That Camaro gave him a false sense of Billy’s hygiene standards.
Because their apartment is very quickly overrun with plastic straws in various states of chewed up mutilation. Steve snaps one day with, “Do we have a dog?”
“Huh?” Billy drones beside him on the couch. Steve yanked out an offending straw from between the cushions.
“Because his toys are poking me in the ass. I find his toys on the spice rack. I find these goddamn straws on our shower shelves!”
Billy’s not dull. He just makes very conscious choices during conversations. “Are you feeling some kind of way about this?” he sassed.
Steve waved the thing around like a wand. “You chew these things to the point of folding them over into little tiny boxes, Billy! Why don’t you just throw them away?”
“Because I’m not done with them, obviously.”
“That’s disgusting! And you’re going to get that jaw disorder - TGIF!”
"TMJ?”
“Whatever it is! I stopped smoking with you because you always make the filters soggy, moving it around your mouth too much.”
“We save money if only one of us smokes.”
Steve stands up and the straw bounces off Billy’s chest after Steve throws it and marches over to the thrifted bowl holding their car keys.
Warning bells go off in Billy’s head.
“Are you leaving? Steve?”
“I’m not putting up with this shit unless it’s a dog!”
He storms out. Billy hears his car start up outside. The only thing keeping him inside the apartment is the fact that it is the oddest argument they’ve yet had. But he moves around the place, finding every single straw, unfinished pack of gum, and toothpick with a trash bag in hand.
Steve doesn’t come back for three hours.
Billy calls Robin to see if Steve’s set up camp over there, but all he gets for it is a lot of snickering. “I’m not a puppy daycare.”
When Billy finally heard Steve’s car, he swept through the door and -
“What are those?”
Steve hauled what looked like four bags in each hand up the stairs. “I’m showing you what it’s like to live with toys under your ass all the time. Her name is Paprika. You have to lift her down from the car. She’s an old girl. Use those muscles, boyfriend.”
Billy could only gape at his backside taking the bags into their apartment before he turned to see the large, pale golden retriever in Steve’s front seat.
