Does Anyone Else Not Know How To Respond When Someone Texts Thank You. I Was Texting Someone And I Wished
Does anyone else not know how to respond when someone texts thank you. I was texting someone and I wished them luck and they said thank you. I didn’t know how to continue the conversation from there.
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tldr: the Internet Archive/WayBack Machine is super important in term of archived content, billions of stuff are on there, and with the current event happening in the world like stated above,without this tool, it will be hard to properly document what took place. It will be easy for certain people to rewrite history. Dont let them.
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On twitter,tumblr,facebook,heck,anywhere you want,this needs to be talked about !
The Bats are here to say “Frick Trump”, or at least a harsher version from anyone that isn’t Tim.
I’ve been seeing a lot of anti-Nazi ones, which is great, but I felt like we needed one to show our support for the Jewish community.
Yo if you’re a boy with mental illness, a boy with disabilities, a boy who is/was an abuse victim, a boy who has an ED, a boy with trauma, I need you to know that you are not a burden, that you don’t need to “harden up”, that you are very brave, and that you shouldn’t just have to “get over it”.
Two posts in one day? But it’s the still the holidays for me and it’s winding to a close so who knows when I will be able to post again. Things are probably going to get busy again, so for now a little fic, to celebrate the new year. It has nothing to do with new years but at the end David and Matteo look forward to a new chapter of their lives. So this is the second part of this, and there is one more part to come (hopefully soon)
David would never admit that he was jealous of a cat. But he was. Or at least he was jealous of the attention Matteo showered Nana with. He wasn’t ignoring him exactly, but David certainly felt a little left out. He wasn’t used to it, Matteo usually gave him all of his attention. He would listen to everything that David said with rapt attention. Now he was too busy playing with Nana, or talking to her, or chasing her all over the apartment.
Laura said he was being ridiculous, that Matteo still gave David almost all his attention, couldn’t he learn to share a bit? But it wasn’t that simple. Getting Matteo’s attention was always a bit tricky and now he was distracted it was worse. Even worse than that was that despite David’s many many protests, Nana now slept in their room. All because Matteo didn’t want her being lonely. He’d pouted and pulled that face until David had let her in. It was ridiculous; she was a cat for goodness sakes, weren’t they supposed to be solitary creatures? Nana didn’t seem to be. She’d been meowing at the door the whole time Matteo had been pleading with him.
David was just relieved she didn’t want to sleep on the bed. She seemed happy enough curled up on the little pillow Matteo had put by the window. Still, it was all leaving David a bit grumpy.
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since jk rowling is shitting on trans people once again - in the midst of a black lives matter-lead revolution, of all times - please consider donating to homeless black trans women during this violent, unsafe time for our most vulnerable people. the goal for this fund is almost complete and you can support pride month and black lives with a donation here, no matter how small. trans black lives matter. fuck jk rowling and her terf brain worms.
So many anti friend groups are just straight up cults and it's genuinely terrifying to see and be part of.
If you're scared of your friends for whatever reason, it you're scared of liking being in a specific fandom or liking a specific ship because you think you'll lose all your friends over it, if your friend group is essentially built on the idea that you're all good and everyone else is bad, if your friends use social ostracization and online stalking and harassment campaigns as threats and weapons, if your friends use fear and moral panic to keep people in line. . . . .
Please get out of there. This isn't even about shipping or fandom or whatever, it's about staying safe and not getting sucked into a literal cult. Cut them off, block them on all your social media, remake accounts if you need to, and make new friends who don't leave you feeling like you're walking on eggshells around them. Just stay safe.
Wille is good at many things. He can sit down and ace any test put in front of him, he can preform any play given to him by his coach with the ease and Grace of something being second nature, according to his boyfriend he’s the most attentive and caring person he’s ever met. According to the entire school he’s a star and too easily walked on for a dude his size.
Other than that, Wille can’t read any room he’s ever been in. He gets overwhelmed easily with spaces he’s not too familiar with, choosing to spend his time with Simon in the theater hallway. Most days, unless Simon’s there to really get him to focus, he lives off in his own head, completely content with the world around inside him.
It’s one of the very, very, rare times that Wille isn’t actively at his home, Simon’s home, school or the football pitch. The entire team was invited to a house party, and as captain, Wille had to at least show up. Simon came without question, holding his boyfriend’s hand and wearing his letterman, eyeing each drink Wilhelm consumed. While Simon didn’t drink, he didn’t discourage Wille from doing so, knowing that on the rare occasion he wanted to, he wouldn’t go overboard.
Wille didn’t loosen up per say, he was already a very sweet and friendly person — just a little more up in the clouds than the rest, so the alcohol just made the masking ease up a bit, the thoughts flow a little faster. It made him all doe eyed and incredibly loving with no brain to mouth filter.
Simon watched as Wille floated around, mingling and laughing with people, the weight of the world off of his shoulders for the night. Sometimes people got a little too close and Simon would inch closer in order to step in if Wille went from loving to lost and angry. It happened a few times, overstimulated and confused and he would lash out.
This wasn’t one of the times though, Simon watching as a cheerleader for another school was so clearly flirting with his boyfriend, none the wiser that the boy in front of her was gayer than the day was long. Wille was smiling charmingly, eyes slightly dazed and out of focused, buzzed and happy, not picking up that he was being flirted with like it was an Olympic apoey. She wrapped her hand on his arm and forced out a giggle at a fact about solar systems, like he was the most interesting and funny person in the universe.
Wille was in fact that, but Simon knew she was just faking for a chance to get in his pants. It just made him roll his eyes in annoyance. Wille only smiled more, taking the touches as conformation that he could continue talking about the stars, to dump all his knowledge on a seemingly innocent bystander. There was a second when his brain caught up with the real world, a visible shift in thought when he looked down and saw her hand on his arm. “Oh your nails are so cute!” Simon held back a laugh.
The girl blinked in confusion, looking inh down at her nails and smiling brightly. “Thank yo-“
“My boyfriend looks really pretty with nail polish on. But theater won’t let him wear it all the time.” Wille cut her off, grabbing her hand to closer inspect the polish adorning her fingers. Simon snorted loudly, the noise catching Wille’s attention. He could always find Simon in a crowd no matter how far they were from one another. His eyes lit up, beaming. “That’s him there!” Wille looked like an excited puppy. Simon raised his glass and smiled gently at the boy he was so in love with. The girl, for the most part, didn’t look too embarrassed by the whole thing.
Simon; taking pitty, made his way over to help connect the dots. He reached for Wille’s hand, squeezing it before passing over water. “Drink baby, you’re drunk.” Wille beamed and did what he was told. The girl blushed more, clearing her throat and looked away. “Sorry, didn’t know he was taken.” Simon only shrugged.
The girl quickly vacated, Wille waving and giggling into his cup, Simon turning to him. “Menace, you knew what you were doing.” Wille shrugged, his arm wrapping around Simon. “Not at first, thought she just really liked space too.” Simon smiled sodgly, leaning up and kissing his cheek.
“No one likes space like you, moon man.” Simon’s voice was loving, not patronizing his boyfriend at all, the term of endearment leaving his lips easily. Wille beamed at him, holding the other closer. “My weird little alien.” Simon let Wille kiss him the next time.
A friend of mine posted this and tagged my old instagram account, asking me to share it. I figured sharing it here where I actually have a following, would be far better.
Please remember that just because the government is giving into pressure and greed, that doesn’t mean that any of this is getting any better, in a lot of ways it’s getting worse. And even if you yourself aren’t being as heavily affected anymore, there are people and communities that are.
Stay safe Darling ones, and help others remain safe too.
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