30 Year Old on a Scooter

Anyways I've been so wrapped up in Pulp that I almost forgot to post this absolute masterpiece of insane crack.

WE FINALLY HAVE THE HIGH QUALITY AUDIO FOR THIS I AM SO HAPPY

(my favorite part is Jon's reflective jacket reflecting the green screen and repeatedly going semi-invisible)

Audio from Nerdy Prudes Must Livestream, edited to improve sound quality and continuity.

Guys

THE MUSIC VIDEO FOR THIRTY YEAR OLD ON A SCOOTER HAS BEEN OUT FOR FOUR WHOLE MONTHS AND I DIDNT KNOW??????

death/dark feederism story

Coles cheeks burned with arousal and embarrassment as Ronnie followed behind him through the Walmart parking lot. It had been over 4 years since he had been anywhere near his old town and being back here 300 pounds fatter than he was the last time was like some kind of fantasy and embarrassing nightmare rolled into one. It didn’t help that Ronnie had put on a great show for his old work place. Ronnie and Cole had been in a relationship for over 4 years and theres was definitely not the typical one. Cole was Ronnie’s feedee. They were monogamous, lived together, and were in a committed relationship but they were not a “couple”. The relationship dynamic was too skewed for Cole to be considered his boyfriend in Ronnie’s opinion. He was his feedee, his piggy and his property. They had first met on an extreme gaining forum centered around death feederism and hit it off instantly. Cole moved half way across the country and became Ronnie’s live in feedee spending all day under his feeders care and had blown up from a already hefty 280 pound stoner nerd to a nearly 600 pound wheezing hog that was on the verge of immobility.

Ronnie had decided to celebrate the upcoming milestone with something special. “I want to take you back to your home town piggy, I want people who used to know you to not even recognize you. I want to live out all those fap fantasies you had in the bedroom with me.” Cole was nervous, as hot as the idea of public humiliation was he also dreaded the idea of an old friend seeing him in his current state but it didn’t change the fact he was immensely turned on by the idea and was helpless to serving his feeder. He had been conditioned to be a good piggy.

When they first arrived in town Ronnie had went straight to Walmart, Coles last job before he had left town. Normally Cole would use a walker to go anywhere but Ronnie made him struggle from the handicap van spot in front of the doors to the entrance where he had parked one of the stores mobility scooters and the probably no more than 30 foot walk had Cole pouring sweat and hyperventilating. Ronnie had been sure to dress him in the tightest smallest tank top and sweat shorts Cole had that showed off his melted ice cream cone figure as much as possible. Amazingly nobody in the store did recognize Cole but he was a spectacle none the less. Ronnie had been sure to load Coles mobility scooters basket up with the most fattening treats on the shelf. At one point Ronnie had stopped in the aisle and cracked a two liter of rootbeer and unwrapped two snack cakes “baby you don’t look so good, here eat these to feel better. You need some food in you”. A few aisles later and a few more suggested snack cakes and Cole had polished off the whole two liter and family sized box of chocolate covered Twinkie’s. The whole trip through the store was mortifying to Cole but amazing aswell. The feeling of submission to his feeder was intoxicating, he felt like a helpless fat pet and loved it.

When they were back in the van Ronnie had a final destination in mind before they left town. They had hit up multiple fast food joints, Ronnie wanted a spread that would look outrageous and eye catching. Before they had gotten out of the van and loaded Cole in his bariatric wheelchair they kept in the back for any sort of travel further than across a buffet parking lot Ronnie had rolled up Coles tank top and tucked it under his moobs fashioning it into a belly shirt. He pulled his sagging gut out of his shorts and let if flop heavily over the waist band of Coles way too small sweat shorts “comfy piggy? Get that belly ready because I’m going to stuff you hard. Everyone is going to watch you swell up like a blimp for me”. Cole was too nervous and excited to say much besides “ok” sheepishly as he felt his stomach pool across his lap and the warm summer breeze on his exposed stretch mark covered gut. Ronnie wheeled Cole to a pavilion in the middle of the park, people were around walking their dogs and playing in the park but nobody has really seemed to notice the two of them. Leaving him at the table with a couple bags of McDonalds and Burger King Ronnie gave him a firm smack and jiggle on his stomach before deeply kissing him “okay piggy I’m going to get the rest of the food from the van and we will start in a minute” as Ronnie walked away Cole looked down almost appearing naked in his vision past the rolled up tank top seeing nothing but wheel chair and pale stretch marked cellulite.

“Cole?!” as soon as he heard it his already food filled stomach dropped “oh my god, is that you?” He closed his eyes for a moment trying to become invisible “it is you!” He opened his eyes in time to see two women appear from around the side of the chair into view and Cole recognized one of them immediately. It was a very short term girlfriend from high school named Bree. Cole was speechless for a moment before finally simply saying “uhh hi”. Bree and the girl both stood staring wide eyed barley even trying to hide their disgust and amusement. “What happened to you? I wouldn’t have even recognized you if I didn’t remember your tattoo!” She said not even beating around the bush “are you okay? I knew you were a bit heavy before but you look ready to pop now!”. Cole stammered for a response “uhh yeah I put on a lot of weight, I had a medical” but was cut off as Ronnie walked up and introduced himself.

“Well hello, do you guys know Cole?” He said as he walked over and placed the other bags of fast food before putting a hand on Coles shoulder. “Yeah I was friends back in high school with him but I hadn’t seen him since then, hardly recognized him.” She said still grinning and looking in pure amazement at how fat Cole was. “Oh yeah Cole has put on alot of weight, I hardly recognize old photos of him when we first got together. He really blew up” Ronnie said reaching down and squeezing a fat roll on his stomach. “Oh are you his boyfriend? I didn’t know he was gay” Bree said looking at all the food on the table. “Oh no I’m his feeder” Ronnie said proudly as Cole felt his cheeks turning red. “His what?” Bree said laughing. Ronnie grinned looking at his piggy trapped like a fat whale as they talked about him like live stock “his feeder, it’s a fetish that is about weight gain. He’s a submissive to me and I make him fatter. I’ve put almost 300 pounds on him and we are trying to get him as fat as possible.” Ronnie grinned looking at their amazement. “Wow, I don’t really know what to say to that” Bree said wide mouthed at the sight before her. Ronnie just smiled back at her “well if you guys are done catching up he needs to eat” before going back to Cole “Okay piggy you hungry? Because I’m going to stuff you until you are ready to pop baby”. Bree and her friend laughed and jeered as Ronnie stuffed burger after burger into his piggy.

Looking up Cole seen them snapping pictures and taking cell phone videos knowing this would be all over their Facebook pages for everyone in his hometown to see. “Feed me make me so huge I break my wheel chair!” Cole moaned “I need to grow for you!” Cole let out wild snort and swallowed the food as fast as he could as he felt more dominated than he ever had before and he loved it. “I hope he has to bring me in a bariatric bed to the park next year” Cole thought as more messy gobs of burger and mayonnaise were shoved into his bulging cheeks.

Help me make a decision. Our girls (4 and 7) share a room. Currently 7 year old is in a twin and 4 year old is in a transitioned crib. We desperately need to get Gen a new bed. But this our dilemma: Alyssa wants a full bed. The room is quite large (identical to our living room actually, it’s directly above and the same dimensions). But a full bed and a twin bed is kind of bulky/won’t look even and they will lose a lot of floor space. Justin is in camp each girl gets a twin bed, end of story. And yes, growing up we all had twin beds. But nowadays a lot of kids have full beds, even from the start, especially up here. All my friends’ kids are in full sized beds. Anyway Alyssa’s reasoning is that she can’t sleep well because she’s afraid of falling off her mattress, which is a completely valid fear because she tosses and turns a lot and she is very tall for her age.

We’ve looked at bunk beds, Justin thinks the weight will be too much on the upstairs floor (our floors don’t seem super stable). A trundle bed is also an option, but Justin and multiple friends feel like it’s not fair that Gen technically wouldn’t have her own bed. But the plan isn’t to stick Gen’s bed underneath everyday, they play a lot on their beds and I think it would give them a lot usable space. Both bunk beds and trundles have full/twin options.

I overthink everything and can never make decisions. I guess we could put full sized bed in the corner and twin against the long wall and maybe I need to just move on, that there isn’t a perfect solution.

Anyway. When they excavated for the retaining wall two things happened.. our side and back lawn were annihilated but we also gained a large bonus space in the back. We are desperately prepping the side and back lawn to lay sod and to pour concrete in the bonus area. And I say we, but so far it’s been me digging up rocks for 3 hours a day. Which I kind of enjoy and it’s the best workout ever, I think I’m just so glad not to be trapped inside the house anymore.

The bonus area will be a circular firepit area. I was thinking stone or pea gravel, but Justin is set on the concrete. It won’t be the prettiest but I like that the kids will have somewhere flat to ride bikes/scooters. When does one even lay sod in MA? I know fall is the more popular option but I can’t survive spring and summer with a mud pit again.

Cookie season is officially over for our troop. It’s our first year/first cookie season. We thought we would make about $400. We made about 4k after the cookie debits. That is insane. But we do have 30 scouts so I guess it’s not super shocking. We actually don’t even know what we’re supposed to do with the money. We make the parents pay dues to cover project supplies, per Girl Scout rules (there are a lot of rules). And I know we are supposed to donate the donations (but that’s only $150). I know I did field trips in scouts, I’m assuming cookie money covered those. We are all just so surprised. I know we can save it but seems sad not to use yearly because then the girls who leave the troop/help earned it won’t benefit from it. I’m sure we will use some and save some, but we definitely have enough to plan a really fun adventure with our scouts!

Office disability culture is so fucked in environmental science and fieldwork. Like the mindset that to do the job you have to be in perfect physical health or you should just quit. Like I'm not talking about something that is 100% physical labor here, everything is mostly achievable with aids and you don't need to be able to do every single thing. But there's this weird like..pride..that my older coworkers have. They work out in the gym and brag about how many reps they did. They tease each other for having medical issues. They don't ask for accommodations because they fear that their legitimacy will be hurt. That it means that they can't do their job anymore. That they won't be TRUSTED to do their jobs anymore. That it will get taken away.

So they FURTHER hurt their bodies by not resting, not taking breaks, not using ergonomic equipment, not using safety equipment. Not drinking enough water. Not using mobility aids when they are so old that it's supposed to be acceptable. They don't use the scooters at the grocery store, they don't use their handicapped placard, they don't use knee pads or compression gloves.

And here I come in, 24 years old, looking perfectly healthy. And I use walking sticks, I sit down a lot, I have my care bag, I have a ton of gadgets for making fieldwork more comfortable, I have boundaries and limits, I wear braces and knee pads and compression gloves. I use my handicapped placard.

They react in one of two ways:

1. How DARE I. I'm so lucky to be young and no one sees THEM having to do all those things (literally nothing is stopping them but pride). Like old man if you need a break take a fucking break. I'm not going to hurt my health to make you feel better about hurting yours. I'm not risking a flare up to spare the 65 year olds feelings. Im gonna take my break and use my equipment cause my boss doesn't care as long as the work gets done. I'm tired of glares from 100 year olds making themselves struggle across the parking lot when they could also be using the fucking scooter. (I never take the last scooter, there's always another available. Also it's not my fault if walmart only provides 2 scooters for the whole store).

2. It shows them its okay. Its okay to need aids. When I first showed up at my job it was very...macho..everyone was afraid of seeming old (theres probably only 3 of us under 30 in the whole department, most people are at least 50, mainly 65 year olds). Then they saw me using my walking sticks, taking my medicine openly, bringing a chair with me when working away from my desk, using my TENS unit. I overheard one lady ask her granddaughter what fibromyalgia was (apparently she had spotted my pain tracking journal).

My older coworker with a bad knee got a walking stick like mine and beamed when she showed me. The grandmother uses a cane and a walker interchangeably and more often. I get asked where I get my little portable fan and pocket heaters and special clothing. Even abled coworkers are doing it. My coworker who's younger than me sets alarms to take breaks now just like I do. People seem more comfortable using things that help them now.

My boss has really struggled. He has a lot of internalized ableism and hates thinking of himself as crippled. He spent his whole life physically active and strong and all these health issues and overexertion are catching up with him. Like he did environmental testing in areas with fucking radon. He did work where they threw asbestos around like snow for fun. He's done a ton of really hard physical work. He grew up with the mentality that pain was just something everyone has to push through. But I think seeing a young person make the choice not to push through is helping him a bit. He wants to make his own walking stick, he goes to the doctor more. We bond over having constant medical issues and I even gave him the name of my surgeon. Yea he still says stuff like "shoot me if I have to use a wheelchair" (not as much anymore since he now knows I use one) but he's getting there.

Yeah so I've had this in my drafts for a bit and I wanted to update that my boss has been walking around with a fucking broken ankle for the past couple of weeks. He thought it was just arthritis pain and eventually couldn't take it anymore and went to the foot doctor. The doctor has no clue how the fuck he's been walking on it. Now he has to wear the boot and he's banned from fieldwork while he heals.

Older people and the elderly need to learn that it's okay to not push through the pain and ask for help. Everyone needs to learn this, and not be like my fucking boss. Go to the doctor, get that sore joint checked out. Get those tests done. Use that aid. Stop walking on a broken ankle just because you can.

Zootopia where Anyone can be anything, ZPD (Zootopia Police Department), an 4’7”, 45yrs old Horse-humanoid named Officer Max, Max try to fix his underwear from being wedge up because of his “bigger than soccer balls but sags low” asscheeks, it gives super tight wedge from between of his asscheeks, his “fairly large doughy sloshing single belly with the standard indent towards the bottom that makes it look like a butt” belly, hus bottom belly flops down cover his FUPA, you can see his bottom belly wobbles and slaps against her FUPA area, his “sacks of flour” DD’s struggled her tank top, His dark blue button-down Police shirt completely unbutton where you can see his messy tank top, his belt no longer need to buckle it up. His Police Uniform sleeves strengths from his “very hammy lower arms but upperarms fattening like fatten hams that her arms got so fat that resemble sausage fattening hams that slowly engulffing his lower arms” upperarms, and you can see her 30 back rolls hidden from back of his Uniform, His two small single-chevron collar pins barley leaves it open because her neck and chins, you can see his gold-tinted badge because his belly is in the way, so Max move to top short where his chest poking out, his oval patch featuring a silver police-style badge is covered in pizza sauce and Donut crumbs and frostings, he had fatten sausage fingers with chubbier hands and fatter face with heavy chin and double chin was starting to appear on his fat face. Max wonder how’s Darla been doing, it’s been 5 years and 6 weeks where Max and Dales met at Police Academy, he still had crush on Darla

In the girls lockerroom is Deputy Darla Brown, a 33 years old german sherperd that reeks of donuts, alcohol and cigars, she had 35 back rolls, her asscheeks were the biggest, fattest and the most saggy that hangs low, her panties were all the time getting between her ass crack causing a immense itch and revealing her pink panties, her pants barely fit her immense figure, the poor belt was ripped and the pants were unbuttoned, her breasts size was DD, her belly was a double belly with a larger underbelly that cover her fupa. Darla does her best to look presentable but she is unable to do that since she was in her mobility scooter "Police Car"

@withjust-a-bite  I can’t believe I forgot about Bruce, Alfred and Babs, so consider this a Part 2 to this post

I’ve got a lot more of these in the works, so to keep them all together, I’ll be tagging them #extended family au

Barbara:  So, let’s start off with Barbara.  As much as she’s a part of the batfam, she’s not one of the Bruce’s adoptees and doesn’t live at the manor.  Most likely, the two have never met, but they’ve heard stories about each other.

Alfred:  Alfred usually stays behind to hold down the fort when the family goes to Amity Park, so Sam only sees him when her family goes to Wayne Manor, but he always has her favorite vegan snacks on hand when she comes over.  And the sheer amount of sarcasm and sass that man can sling at Pam without her notice is something to behold; he’s cool.  Alfred has also been sneaking Bruce’s old MRC albums and paraphernalia into Sam’s room whenever the Manson’s come to visit.  He’s been trying to get it out of the manor and hoping she’ll take it, but she’s emo, not goth.  Still, it’s more effort than her parents put out, so she appreciates the gesture.

Bruce:  Sam doesn’t spend a lot of on-on-one time with the guy.  More often than not, one of his kids gets hurt and is sent to her house to “keep out of trouble.”  It doesn’t work.  Sam once caught Tim trying to climb out the window with a broken arm. or Pam ties up his attention whenever he comes over.  At least he never pushes her to eat meat or gives her grief about her wardrobe, so that’s a plus.  Still, she’s a 14-year-old girl raging against the machine, and Bruce is part of the machine, so she can never admit she likes her uncle.

And as a bonus, INTERACTIONS WITH IDA!!!

Dick:  Holds her yarn while she knits and takes over whatever conversation they have.  Ida’s fine just letting him talk and talk, the subject doesn’t matter.  She knows that sometimes you just need to vent.

Jason:  Ida’s found the best way to keep Jason from running is to get him into the library.  They usually have a nice back and forth in the together, and Ida can recommend a lot of books.  Jason also does a lot of venting toward Ida.

Tim:  Tim is banned from all forms of caffeine in the Manson estate, so as soon as Ida can get him to sit still for 30 minutes, he usually passes out.  Tim is the one who souped up Ida’s mobility scooter.

Cass:  Likes to hold Ida’s yarn while she knits and just listen to her voice.  Her tone and body language are super relaxing and comfortable.

Steph:  Loves to sit and listen to stories about Ida in her heydays.  This woman has stories!

Duke:  Thinks Ida is super sweet, but scary insightful.

Damian:  Has yet to willingly sit with Ida and thinks this whole ritual is ridiculous.  He does not need a babysitter!  One of his siblings or Sam has to literally pin him down with their legs while they sit.  Can usually be appeased with an art book or two to flip through.

Grandma Ida:  She has figured out everyone’s vigilante activities, especially Sam.  She’s the original rebel in the family; the rest aren’t about to sneak anything past her.  Oh, the stories she and Alfred could tell… Also, it’s never shown in the show, but I’m adding elevators to Wayne Manor and the Manson Estate so Ida can get around.  I don’t care what B*tch thinks, I’m making the place accessible.

Unpopular Opinion on “Seven”

You have been warned….. skip now if you don’t want to read, I will block any hateful comments.

Nothing about this single I’m excited for. Maybe it’s burn out, maybe it’s the fact that I know Scooter Braun is heavily involved whom I cannot stand… Maybe it’s bitterness that this will get radio play… Maybe it’s me being annoyed with this massive push to get into the western market… Maybe it’s the heteronormativity…. Maybe it’s all of the above.

Regardless, one thing about me is that I LOVE music. If I’m being honest, I think my taste is somewhere between Namjoon (he shares artists on his stories all the time that I love) and your basic pop/rap music lover. I steam what I like. I listen to what I like. I thoroughly enjoy 95% of BTS’s discography both solo works and as a group. But I’m not going to feel pressured to like or stream something that isn’t for me. I’m a whole 30 years old. So, while I will continue to eagerly await JK’s solo album that he created, I’m probably going to pass on Seven.

So if you are feeling what I’m feeling too, it’s okay. I still love JK. I still love Jikook. I recognize that JK didn’t have autonomy with the MV and the song itself. So, I’m going to sit this one out. I’ll give it a good listen, although I have a feeling it’s not for me. I probably won’t watch the music video. But I hope those that are excited enjoy it. Don’t let me rain on your parade.

Is it too soon to submit Dan & Dan and The Scooter God from 30 Year Old on a Scooter for next year’s bracket /j

After a year of this sitting in my inbox... It's finally time.

NPMD Livestream timestamps

0:00 starts, shows the npmd trailer, sort of just explaining what'll happen in the stream and talking and vibing

22:15 NPMD "High School Is Killing Me" Song Demo

33:00 WB "Made it Work" Song Demo

38:16 talking about cut nmt stories

58:06 NPMD "Literal Monster" Song Demo

1:06:54 - 2:03:00 Hey Melissa reading

2:09:50 Discussing The Jane Perkins Theory

2:21:43 More just talking a vibing

2:58:34 WB "Business Calls" Song Demo

3:10:23 Hatchetfield Death Match

3:52:23 NPMD "Cool As I Think I Am" Song Demo

4:06:07 NMT "Becky Barnes Climbed A Tree" Song Demo (song for a future nmt story)

5:03:48 End of Hatchetfield Death Match, more talking and vibing

5:25:30 WB "Two Weeks Notice" Song Demo

5:29:18 Discussing The CCRP Theory

5:41:13 Abstinence Camp rewatch

6:16:21 NPMD "Hatchet Town" Song Demo

6:53:36 Abstinence Camp rewatch ends

6:54:26 NMT "One Foot In The Grave" Cut Song Demo

7:29:37 "30 year old on a Scooter" a song Jon and Jeff wrote for fun

7:35:48 talking about several different theories

7:51:50 BF "Somehow" Cut Song Demo

7:57:03 NPMD "Best of You" Song Demo

Rhys Darby: Have fun, it keeps you young

I bought this fine piece of dandy in a Vegas thrift store. It's perfect for hosting a Ponsonby quiz night.

Don't be ridiculous, there's no cut-off age to letting loose.

Last week, I hosted a quiz night. I know ... remember when I used to be in movies?

Oh well, it was for my kids' school, so I felt good about it. Besides, I got to wear my sparkling Vegas suit. It's a fine piece of dandy I bought in a thrift store in LA. It's baby blue in colour and bedazzled with diamond-like gems. Perfect for hosting a Ponsonby quiz night.

The school seems to be in pretty good shape. Unfortunately the same can't be said for my kids. I took them away from the country for three months touring the UK and they didn't get ill once, but after being deposited back in their local institutions, they were both as sick as dogs within a week.

Schools and daycares certainly are breeding grounds for viruses. Both my boys were hit with chesty coughs and conjunctivitis.

It's near impossible to deposit eye drops into a two-year-old's eyes. We just held him back and used the surprise technique. That works only once. After that, we simply dropped the the liquid as close to the facial region as possible and then tipped him about until it rolled into the sockets. The poor little guy came into our bedroom at 3AM with one of his eyes glued shut with goo.

"Look, Mummy and Daddy, I'm a pirate!"

Children are amazing. It doesn't matter how they're feeling, their glass is always half full. Half full of chocolate milk with sprinkles on top. I hope I never lose my child-like sensibilities.

Being an adult weighs you down, man. I think it's important for us all to let loose once in a while and do something youthful. That's why I still skateboard to work. It's invigorating to have the wind in your hair as you whizz past the suits holding onto their coffees. Sure, now and then I get pointed at, even laughed at. But hey, I'm used to that.

I often wonder, what is the cut-off age for youthful fun? I see lots of men in their 30s skating on longboards. My right-hand man "Buttons" even bought a special pushing pole so he could grace his way along the paths like a punter in Venice. Was he ridiculed? Of course, but that has nothing to do with his pole.

Source: Rosie Carnahan Darby's IG

I think it comes down to "coolness levels". It's okay for a man in his late 50s to surf the ocean waves because it's rad. But when you see a man in his 40s riding a razor scooter along Ponsonby Rd it just seems a little sad.

I say, "to hell with it".

Ride, skate and surf to your heart's content. If you're still breathing then you should still be having fun. Just choose your activity wisely. On a ridicule scale of 1 to 10, cycling is a 1 but unicycling is a solid 8.5 unless you're wearing a sparkling Vegas suit, in which case it's a 10.

Source: NZ Herald

Since I haven't been interested in BTS for months and I realized what I've always had my suspicions is that the armys are a pain in the ass and most of the members are fake and hypocritical and I only care about Jimin and his music, a couple of days I was talking to my sister (she is an army and she introduced me to BTS last year in March) and I don't know how we got to that topic of gamers (I think because she was talking about desks for gamers lol) and I was going to tell her about a fun fact like a couple of weeks ago I saw the armys on Twitter arguing with the fans of those guys who won for being gamers (if I remember correctly they even recorded an episode of Run BTS) and so that I saw they will not be forced to do military service, I do not want to discuss this topic because I am already tired at this point but I have my opinions, my problem is that I had not even begun to say what I was going to say about it and immediately and my sister started telling me directly: "Oh I know what you're going to say, that's not fair and blah blah blah, you're just bitter and problematic…" she told me so many things that I just stood there and told her: "hey, you don't even know what I was going to say about it" but she continued like that, in the end I got out of there and I didn't want to continue arguing with her, plot twist she is an army and one so called OT7 but she would rip your neck out if you say that Hybe is sabotaging Jimin or like me I said that I haven't liked Jk's songs at all because they are terrible and he gets a lot of push from Scooter Braun and even Bang PD, but at the same time I remember that a couple of years ago she used to spent hours watching gamers playing for hours…like god, that girl didn't sleep and she's now 25 years old and I was getting worried when she didn't have a job and luckily a few months ago she got one because she only spent her time watching those ridiculous jk lives like that when was obsessed with gamers. Anyway, I'm sorry this was a long read but I wanted to vent because I got angry when she told me that a few days ago and I decided I've had enough of this ridiculous fandom, I don't want to have anything to do with BTS and I want to be able to enjoy good music and not from people obsessed with breaking records in the west whose in the end no one will care since it won't last because they have shitty music

Girl my story is almost the same.

My cousin introduced me to bts. And she's still the brainwashed ot7. Like one time I told her that there's no way bts who are gonna be in their 30s are gonna be able to adjust together in a group again. And chapter 2 just proved it.

But she was so quick to tell me brainwashed reasons that no they're family and other bullshit and I seriously didn't had any energy to argue with her lol.

She's also a jk stan. I obviously didn't tell her that I don't like jk anymore lol cause I don't wanna argue with her. But she's one of those y/n stans. She told me that when jungkook's smoking video was taken he looked straight at the camera and didn't stop smoking meaning he's a rebel and so cool and on the inside I was like girl he wanted people to see that.

Because jk's understanding of being mature is talking about sex, cursing, tattoos, piercing, smoking and drinking.

Doing all these things is not wrong. But thinking that these things makes you look mature just shows how immature you actually are.

Anyways thanks for sharing your story.

Katy Perry wasn't wrong, Taylor really can be very Regina George-esque towards other women she is upset with, and even Taylor herself has implied in post-Rep Era songs that she's said cruel enough things to Karlie of all people that Karlie's considered leaving her over it, so it's not hard to imagine that Taylor might've said even worse things to people she cares about less than Karlie when she's upset.

So it's not too hard for me to imagine Taylor wrongly lashing out at somebody that embodies one of her worst fears (being replaced as an artist by a younger girl with the same kind of talents as her) even though that person was a teenager who idolizes her.

Taylor's grown a lot in maturity over the last ten years, but she's still not exactly what I would call the most mature acting 30-something year old, so that also makes it not too hard for me to imagine that Taylor could've fucked up and lashed out at a kid she was mentoring.

Also Taylor has always acted like she's never forgiven or forgotten a single slight, perceived or actual, against her in her life, so that's why I am kind of worried that Taylor might do something a least a little bit asshole-ish out of spite in the first place because in the past Taylor has over-reacted to perceived slights against her that were pretty innocuous sounding and only vaguely sounded like it was maybe about her.

Taylor's gotten a lot better at only directing her crueler behaviors towards people that truly deserve it like Scooter, but she's human and humans make mistakes and hurt people who don't deserve it.

I love and respect Taylor a lot but I'm not blind to her flaws, so I just hope that someone reminds her not to say mean things to people who doesn't deserve it that she'll regret alongside all the other cruel things she has said to people who don't derserve it that she has a lot of regrets about saying. It's good to have a reminder for people like us who have sharp tongues that cut people who don't necessarily deserve it when we're angry even if/when it hasn't happened in awhile

i myself have never seen evidence that taylor is ever regina george-like to other women.

taylor sings about hurting people she loves and lashing out, and i imagine she does that to the same extent as the rest of us (tbh i bet it's less than average with her). i do not believe she is a mean girl. and i believe that if honest misunderstandings occur, she seems to have the self-awareness to be able to reflect on it and communicate and resolve things. call me naive if you want to, but i have a very strong reason (re: all of history) to believe that any stories we've ever heard about taylor being "a bitch" have been fabricated by people who are struggling with their own demons, including misogyny, and/or are looking to make a profit "selling headlines." because there's nothing people love to watch more than a successful beloved woman falling from grace, especially from such a high peak.

no, i do not know her personally, but i like the rest of the world have been blown away by her kindness and professionalism and maturity. i think if there's one person on earth least likely to qualify as an "asshole," it's taylor alison swift. so i guess we have two different versions of a person in our minds, and that's okay.