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emilyartstudio-s · 4 years

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Do you have a head canon on confessions between Style?

I have too many I think too much.

I have been asked before about my style ship dynamic) Mostly because I made this post here lmao) But we can definitely look into the confession side of things for starters !:,) (The confessions I have in my head range in so many ways but these are the main ways I think they would confess I guess?)

If Kyle is pining: this boys CRIES like im talking almost getting sick to his stomach because stan is an idiot and he would probably just stare at him not knowing what to say (Kyle’s had this crush since forever AaaaAAA). He’d 100% confess at a time where they are alone and Stan says something sweet and kind to him and Kyle just blurts out like “don’t do that stop :(” and stan would be like?? Haha why? :)!! Love you dude” and the teasing makes Kyle EXPLODE like bro JUST SAy you liek me because I LOVE U?? like it’s hard 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤦‍♀️

Stan would never think for a million years that Kyle would have interest in him so like;;; all throughout high school; he’d try his best to set Kyle up with others or just kept himself in check to make sure he wasn’t crossing any lines with Kyle like letting him stand too close or all these things (sadly; STan is naturally flirty so-). Kyle would be persistent though but his problem is that he doesn’t like saying it out loud because he didn’t want things to come true almost? Like he didn’t want to lose him as a friend. People that Kyle has told about his little crush (People like Kenny or Wendy but maybe others??) told him to just go for it and yes stan gives this boy many heartattacks (especially since Kyle was getting himself ready for rejection to start with)

If Stan was pining that whole time: He confesses with the FAT L word and romantic lines but his delivery is super sure. Like;;; He’s just like I LIKE You,,, and hopes he feels the sameeeee (As soon as Stan realizes the crush, he wants to saY it immediately. He doesn’t want to waste time thinking that the wasted time could have been times he would be holding his hand instead lmao))

Im two ways with Stan though;; He either only tells ONE person about this because he doesn’t want word to go around OR This boy is super not secretive like he probably told the whole school he was going to confess and hes like IT NEEDS TO BE DONE WISH ME LUCK :)!!!

This last one is if they’re both pining and find out at the same time and it’s mostly funny but basically the whole school knew they were mad in love with each other but them lmao The usual Idiots to lovers type of thing :,) You’ve all heard this one beforeeee

#asks #kill me with this post

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ericazthoughts · 5 years

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As you guys may or may not have known, I’ve recently been to Canada 🇨🇦 on vacation, my very first time being there for the winter ❄️ and boy was it an experience.

This time around I traveled 🛩with my brother and my sister in law👫, and out of the blue 2 more of my cousins flew out from Barbados to join us and slowly but surely this ended up turning into the ultimate young ppl trip.

Their surprise was absolutely EPIC and most definitely unexpected lol 😂. Now we were all downstairs chilling in the basement watching tv 📺 it’s about the 2nd or 3rd day into our trip so we are just relaxing when around 10:30 pm 🌚🌃my Canadian cousin said she’s going on a “flex”. Now our inside joke btw the cousins is that a flex is a code word we use when we are either going on a date or meeting up with someone we may or may not shouldn’t be meeting with, or generally some quick outing we have no intention of letting our parents know about for sure. So with knowing smiles😏 we gave her a little heat with the full expectation that we’d see her sometime after midnight. Like clockwork Trina comes in around 11:30 and asks us to help her with something upstairs, thinking nothing untoward we all went up in our pjs and socks when Lo and Behold our cousins 😱from Barbados waltz through the front door 🚪.

See us now, hugging 🤗, laughing and quarreling but in whispers because 1)we don’t want to wake Trina’s parents yet and 2) we didn’t want to ruin the surprise😁. Now the funny thing is we were all together at our family’s big Christmas 🎄 dinner the day before we left. We were all talking about the upcoming trip and the last things those nuts told us was have fun, good luck 👍🏾 with the cold 🌬🌨and that they could NEEEVVVEEEERR go to Canada in the winter. Trina’s parents got caught with the same trick, all it took was a ‘daddy I need help with something’ and they came out and had the shock of their lives 😂. No one got any sleep that night because as to be expected we all just sat around in the living room and spent time telling stories well into the morning just reminiscing about previous trips we’ve all had😊😊😊😊.

These are truly the moments and times that I love ❤️ and live for, those beautiful and random bonding moments with my family. And I will say this trip truly embodied that, it was filled to brim with love, kinship and growth 🌱. Growth both with us as a family and more important growth within me.

Now for me I’ve always found Canada to be very…freeing….that’s the easiest and simplest way to put it. No one knows or cares who I am and it’s fantastic. Also there is something to be said for the detachment vibe or mentality that North Americans have… some people find it to be cold but I look at it as everyone is just minding their own business and trying to go and get ahead in their lives as simple as that. Knowing this my hang ups, insecurities and inhibitions seemingly all get packed away in my suitcase 👜👝 and Erica 2.0 emerges; fun, confident and a whole lotta attitude.

A lot of this confidence boost also comes from being around one of my favorite cousins in the world 🌎, my stylist, instigator, chief corruptor, the older sister I never had Katrina (the young lady wearing a sheer top in the heart of winter ❄️ because why the fuck not lol 😂) . Now Trina is always and will ever be the life of the party 🎉, she fetes like there is no tomorrow and for years we’ve had this unspoken agreement, given that I don’t go out a lot, once Katrina comes in lol or in this case I go to her, I would go to as much parties as possible with her and this trip she really put me through my paces😅.

After the others flew in she didn’t even give us a chance. The very next night Trina had us booked and busy. Over the years I’d normally just roll with it, with my outfits usually being some combination of what’s in my suitcase and what’s in Katrina’s closet. However I was ready for her this time😏, before I even left the island 🌴 I ordered 5 killer outfits👗👡👒 from forever 21 and this bad boy is one of them.

The getting ready process was fun and crazy like always. We had soca music playing 🎶 and the girls were all in some random state of undress while trying to get everything done before the uber driver arrived. I did my makeup sitting on Katrina’s bed, singing and bopping to Sak Pasé but when I put on the dress all I heard was wooooooowwww lol this is one time I truly had all the girls floored. After that it was off to get my hair done 💇🏾 and in minutes Katrina had me all curly and cute☺️.

After that it was off to the uber and we all packed in this 7 seater van straight to downtown Montreal. So now we are driving, taking in the city lights when Katrina hands me this suspicious looking plastic bottle and here guys I experienced the phenomenon called pre-drinking😱. The premise is to drink 🍹 BEFOREEEE you even get to the party so that by the time you get there you’ll have a nice buzz lol and I’m her looking at Katrina like she’s nuts, but when in Canada 🇨🇦 you do like the Canadians. The drink turned out to be some strong ass rum and coke.

Walking into the party I felt slightly intimidated for all of 2 seconds, the venue was at some high end hotel, everyone was in their mid thirties and dressed to death. But after taking a look at my squad I was completely over it😏. You guys should have seen us, we walked in all bad an bougie like we owned the damn club. A few heads even turned to watch us as we went to the coat check. That in itself was hilarious because they wrote our initials down when they took our coats, so after writing EN, JN, AN, KN, KN back to back the lady looked up at us confused as hell, then Trina explained we are all family put the stuff together. They lady was shocked 😳 lol and replied that is ‘soooo cool 😎 ’

After that it was pure vibes all night, we got bottle service and danced and drank and sang all night. It was a truly wonderful experience, just amazing wholesome fun😊. No keeping up appearances or anything like that, legit we just forgot about everyone and everything and had our own party. And when the soca came onnnnnnn we showed those Canadians how island ppl does get on🇧🇧🇯🇲🇹🇹🇻🇨🇱🇨. And this damn dress was problemmsss🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️. Walking 🚶🏾‍♀️I was good, normal lil 2 step I’m decent, but wukking up (wining) was catastrophic lol see me there trying to pelt waist and tactfully prevent my dress from rising to the heavens lolol 😂. But it was all good 😊, I had fun💃🏾, broke a few necks lol and a few hearts 💕 and I had a blast.

#gif #personal #vacation #canada #familytime #story time #traveling

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samtheflamingomain · 3 years

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Sometimes, it's been a while since I thought about the day I got kicked out. Sometimes I miss my parents even though I shouldn't.

Quick recap: Feb 10, 2018. I sneak upstairs to steal my parents' weed while my dad is asleep and my mother is visiting family up north.

I honestly don't know what possessed me that night. I've never snooped on anyone's phone before. But his was right there, next to the weed, charging. I opened it.

He didn't have a password and the last app he used was text. To text his mistress. A fucking bible-thumping volunteer at the homeless shelter he volunteered at. To "get him out of the house" once a week. Apparently helping the homeless was a side-effect of his "chasing 20-yo ass" agenda.

This absolute steaming piece of shit human being Lisa, well, she was in need of a place to stay a few years ago, and I was at college, so I said of course she can stay in my room for a few weeks!

They probably fucked in my fucking childhood bed. Fuckin homewrecking slut. If I knew her last name, I probably would've killed her for what she did. When I was kicked out, I was in a manic phase. I spent DAYS trying to find her just so I could inform her that she literally ruined my life. To this day, I hope she fucking burns to death. SLOWLY.

And that's nothing compared to Scott. I hope he is kidnapped, tortured, and forcibly castrated. He deserves it. He's a monster.

Don't believe me? Once I had taken picture of his texts with my phone and sent them to my sister so she could show our mother (up north), he deleted them like I thought he would. Then, within 10 minutes of my mother returning from my sister's, where she'd been presented with the proof, Scott brought up the fact that Lisa had been here to her, saying she came by to help with a reno. I immediately questioned him about it, because I had been out that night. Same night he begged her to come over and fuck him.

"Oh Lisa came by? You never mentioned it to me". I kept going like this and he had an instant answer for everything. Finally I just showed him my phone and said "She came by to help in the kitchen? Cuz that's not what this sounds like."

Whaaaat I've neeeeverrrr seen that beforeeee whaaat did you snoop on my phone? Well that's fucking unbelievable, go to your basement that's awful.

And my mom was such a fucking limp piece of shit idiot and was like yeah! Don't snoop on his phone! I know my own husband! I'd know if he cheated!

So which is it? I completely made it up or I shouldn't be snooping on his phone? Cuz if I made it up, did I even snoop? Logic failed these assholes.

So I went to my basement and spent 12 hours pulling up articles and research to prove Scott is a lying sack of shit. At 9am I go upstairs and present it to my absolutely braindead mother.

The first tab I had was about gaslighting. She started with "pfft that's not a thing." I was losing my mind that she was gaslighting me about the very concept of gaslighting existing.

I tried to move on but she simply believed she "knew" he didn't do anything.

I asked her one thing: when you went to bed last night. Were the sheets washed?

Yes.

I'd asked him if he'd done laundry recently and he said no.

Well maybe they weren't washed...

Bitch, if you can't tell if your own sheets have been washed after 55 years on this planet you're either a zombie or lying. I did not say this.

Instead, she accused me of making up everything and told me she would not have a "psychotic liar" in her house and I had to leave now. I was manic, but psychotic I was not. And liar just made me snap.

So I complied. Went downstairs, packed my shit, and called up Scott, who was at his volunteer/cheating job. Told him he's a piece of shit, that Lois was kicking me out, and I was no longer his son. He tried to play his games with me but I was done. I told him straight up, there's literally nothing you can say that will make me believe you. He started to confess.

I sprinted up the stairs, put him on speakerphone in front of my mother. He said "Even if I did what you think I did it's not your business". I raised my eyebrows at my mother.

Then she said, "That's true" and he heard and hung up immediately. Somehow this STILL wasn't proof enough for my fucking idiot of a mother. Honestly, I actually thought she was a smart person before this but now I legit think she has a learning/breathing/existing disorder. No rational human with 2 braincells to rub together is as fucking stupid as this woman I swear to god. Her face should be in place of the dictionary definition of "braindead". I'm honestly impressed that she dresses herself every day. She has the mental capacity of a flipphone.

I resumed packing, then headed for the door.

Then Scott came home. We had a brief shouting match, most of which was Scott trying to redirect everything toward "how dare you snoop my phone" and for some reason Lois ate into it. Maybe because she's the stupidest human on God's Green Earth.

I'm walking out. He gets between me and the door and says quietly, "All you have to do is say you made it up, apologize, and you can stay."

I regret not punching him square in the balls. I flipped him off and literally never saw him again. I unfortunately had to meet with my mother a few times to negotiate the return of my belongings and cat, but it's been 4 years and I've rarely looked back.

But sometimes I do. Sometimes I hear something that would be funny to us as a family because of an inside joke. Sometimes people talk about forgiveness and I wonder if I should try it. Sometimes I have days that I know my parents would've been able to help with just by being older.

But those are all false hope, nostalgia and lies. My mother never would've been able to talk me out of the anxiety attack that I had today like my roommate did. She probably would've accused me of making it up. Because she's a piece of shit borderline retarded person.

Maybe it's petty after all these years, but when I write it all out, it always makes me mad all over again. Sometimes I just remember the attacks on me and I do wonder if I made it all up. Sometimes it takes another writing out of everything that happened that day for me to realize how truly fucked it was. To remember just how betrayed I was at every single turn.

How every single member of my family. one by one as I called number after number refused to "get involved" even after I told them I had literally nowhere to go. I called my grandmother 7 times while I was staying at the very homeless shelter at which my father met his fuck buddy who somehow loves Jesus and thinks he'd be totally cool with fucking a married man. Definitely a great citizen in Lisa. God, I hope she suffers deeply. I mean it. Scott is absolutely a fuckhead, but goddamn, to homewreck someone who gave you shelter in your time of need? I hope Hell exists just so she can dedicate her whole life to Jesus then end up there anyway because she's shit.

The instant I saw the texts I knew I couldn't NOT tell my mother. And because of that, when Scott offered his "deal" at the door it didn't even occur to me to acquiesce. I can't imagine sitting on a lie like that for the rest of my life. I literally chose homelessness over safety.

I once phrased it that way to a therapist and he said very frankly, "That's kind of incredible that you didn't even accept that as an option. A lot of people would." It did not even enter my head. He was just lying and I had Enough.

Sometimes I think about what life would be like if I had taken the deal. I really can't picture it because it's just not in me to live a lie.

Sometimes I actually wonder what if I had lied for him? What if I used it as extorion? What if I blackmailed him into doing shit for me? Well, I doubt it would even work, but also, it's just not my nature.

And then sometimes I get dark. I live in Canada. Hard to get a gun. What if we lived in the States and Scott had a gun? I might not be here. I no longer hold any doubt that Lois would've helped bury me in the yard after proving what a spineless fuck she is.

Sometimes it's hard. But sometimes it's easy. When I started writing this it was hard, but now that I've laid it all out and reread it, it's a lot easier to say "I did the best I could." and have that be okay.

Yes, even 4 years later, I'm still extremely salty and bitter. But really, how can I not be? The people I were supposed to trust immediately revealed themselves to be massive sacks of shit. I'll NEVER forgive either of them. They could give me a million dollars and I still won't go to their funerals.

I know it's probably not great to hold in all this hatred, but honestly, I think I need it. I need to hate my parents because they're terrible people, and it took this for me to truly understand how little they actually care about me.

They've never reached out. Just went on with their lives. The only family member I speak to is Scott's mother.

She was the first one I called when I became homeless. She said she didn't believe me and hung up. But she's also my favorite grandparents I knew she was just acting on instinct. So a month later I called her again, and as I expected, she gushed out apologies. She knows he cheated after talking with him. She still loves him as her son but she understands what I went through and I call her monthly. She actually beats herself up about that first phone call where she said she straight up thinks I'm lying. She says she should've listened to my story. She should've taken me in. I don't blame her anymore. I finally told her I forgive her for that first call and she was nearly in tears thanking me. She's a religious woman so she actually talked about praying for forgiveness about it. She's a good woman. Even though she rejected me at first, I understand it, and because she said she's sorry so deeply, I believe it. Nobody else has said a word to me in 4 years.

Well this is 10x longer than I intended.

Stay Greater, Flamingos.

#sam #homelessness #bipolar

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