#i did sports when i was a kid
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last year i found a wii at goodwill for 25 dollars and it came with everything except a wiimote but it was in such good condition i was like hell yeah ill take it how hard can it be to find a wiimote. the answer is it's nearly impossible to find them at thrift stores now so i've spent like 8 months looking for ones in thrift stores but there wasn't a single one and then online but i just couldn't bring myself to spend 30 dollars on one single wiimote so i waited so. patiently. and then 2 weeks ago i finally found one at goodwill for 9 dollars but it was absolutely disgusting and the battery cover was missing and the compartment was all corroded so i put it back and regretted it the whole week but then this last weekend i went to savers and there was an absolutely perfect wiimote just sitting there with no corrosion and a jacket and the wrist strap and motion plus and the nunchuck was there too and i got it all for 10 dollars so the moral of the story is that sometimes things seem right for you in the moment but you have to recognize that they aren't and leave them behind so the things that are meant for you will in fact find you when the time is right. peace and love <3
#for real though im so happy i cant even lie like i regretted selling my wii soooooo much but anyway im back baby <3#im disinfecting everything rn bc i have a germ problem but once it it's done.....i am SO back#when i first got it i didnt have the remote right so i couldnt plug it in and make sure that it worked but i did just plug it into an outle#to make sure it ran and it did and wii sports resort popped out of the drive so thats fun bc i didnt have that one#and anyway i might cry when i hear the menu sound ngl ngl.#but the city i live in is like an overgrown retirement home and so the goodwill is full of old people things and this wii had stickers#like explaining which cord was which so i just know it was a wii that they bought for like grandmas house and only played it when they were#over there so anyway cant wait to see what's on there and if the news channel and weather channel are still on the homepage even though#i dont think they work anymore lol#also shoutout to the type a kid who kept their wiimote in such perfect condition that i wanted to cry when i saw it sitting on the shelf#ty <3
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I just remembered that up until 5th grade, all of the sports teams I was in weren't separated by gender. I played basketball and baseball with boys. And we did just fine.
It wasn't until 6th grade when they segregated it by gender. It didn't make sense to me. I was now in softball because of baseball, because "softball is for girls" and "baseball is for boys" (which confused me bc my dad was on an adult softball team).
Now, my brother's all-male team didn't win a single game. My all-girls team won every single one.
They presented the boys' team with this HUGE trophy, and if you wanted replicas of it, they were $30 each.
My team was presented with a very small trophy. Extras were $5.
That's when I decided gender-segregated sports were bullshit.
#my mom went off on my brother's coach for that#said that it wasn't fair that my brother's team got to celebrate more than us despite actually winning#(it was through the same sports program)#she said she wasn't gonna pay $30 for a trophy whenever he was a horrible coach#bc the boys he had when they were on my team with my coach did just fine#their coach was this horrible egotistical guy who would scream at tbem for not doing good enough#when he didnt even KNOW HOW TO PLAY and was just there bc his kid was praying#my coach was this cool ass dad that was very calm and gentle with us#the coach was like ''oh so you don't think your son deserves to celebrate?''#my mom was like ''he should but he needs to learn that he can't be rewarded for losing while#my daughter is barely rewarded for winning and i don't want to teach him that gender inequality is okay''#(my mom is cool af sometimes)#we both quit playing after that
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visiting the hometown
(want everyone to know this edit came to me in a dream and i changed the lore just to do it)
#in the dream i was like editing it but i was also there? it was weird. it started as a dream about lawson in a zombie apocalypse#ok important tags first so i can write an essay#ts4#ts4 render#ts4 edit#the sims 4#beckett#lawson#blood sports#but yeah if you haven't been here before beckett and lawson never knew each other as kids#if they did it would be a butterfly effect and mess w a bunch of other plot details. so i decided to work around it#also if ur new they've had a friends with benefits thing going on for a long time but lawson is in love with him. beck doesn't know#originally beckett was put in foster care as a baby bc of neglect and was bounced around foster homes for years#he was a troubled child always getting in fights a kleptomaniac undiagnosed autism etc etc foster families tried and just didn't want him#then when he was around 12 a very nice old lady named cora got him and they ended up forming a great bond they loved each other#she was going to adopt him then when beckett was around 15 or 16 his birth mother reentered the picture and wanted him back#it started a really nasty legal battle and cora died. we can't say for sure it was the stress of this fight but beckett certainly thinks so#anyway he did go back with his birth mother and things got really bad for him. he dropped out of school started doing worse crimes and so o#but none of that is what even changed#now LAWSON is also from west virigina like beckett. it's a small town lawson was new he had no friends#he was a very clingy possessive child who cried and threw tantrums so much#he met beckett and the rest is history. beckett didn't really mind how lawson acted he didn't really find him annoying like everyone elsedi#besides he didn't have friends either#lawson has wealthy parents they were welcoming to beckett at first if a little apprehensive. then he stole something from their house#and lawson wasn't allowed to hang out with him anymore. but he still did in secret. they still have no idea that beckett's even still aroun#or just how involved lawson is with him and his. activities 😬 they just think he's their good little college boy#in the original beckett moved to Not Gotham City when his mother got him back but in this version lawson is going to college there#and beckett's been distant from him for a while things are awful for him and lawson says hey. what if you gave the city a try. and he did#so really you could say the events of blood sports are all lawson's fault the end
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Teeth are overrated anyway
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"Congrats." Mal says quietly. She does, in fact, know how to have some tact, sometimes. "Heard you made the team."
Carlos rolls his head to the side so he can talk to something that's not the tightly curled space between his own knees. "I punched a kid so hard he threw up." he says softly. Like it's a confession.
"And? I bet that fucker deserved it."
"Not really."
In Mal’s expert opinion, they all deserve it. Every kid who shoulder checks them in the hall just because they're there, every girl who won't look at Evie while she crushes their test scores, everyone who comes to Mal when they want something and ices her out when they don't, they all deserve it. Every kid who's ever taken a sharpie to their doors to tell them how worthless they are, they deserve it tenfold, and if one of them took a punch to the gut while wearing practice armor, it's nothing compared to what Mal would do to them given half the chance.
"I promise you, they really did," Mal says. "You punched one kid. I've punched how many now?"
Carlos laughs. It's not funny. "Fourteen."
Right. Out of all the ways their families fucked them up, he got the obsessive kind of guilt tracking. Preventative evidence, because the adults who want them gone will totally listen to a timestamped, cross-referenced spreadsheet of all the times they've actually fucked up, instead of whatever imagined crimes they're actually going to get sent back over. The spreadsheet's very existence is incriminating, and it could be bad if it gets into the wrong hands, but anybody who's able to get into three layers of password-protected sub-folders deserves the hex they'll get for snooping, and will probably feel too guilty (hopefully) to use it properly against them anyway. It won’t matter. The adults who care about them won't be able to override the ones who fabricate crimes they didn't even do, and one spreadsheet, even with locked timestamps for every edit, won't do much against a royal word.
Whatever. Everyone has their own coping mechanisms.
"Fourteen," Mal echoes back. "That's a lot fucking more than one, and I'm still here."
His head makes a solid noise against the wood. "You're different. People like you."
Mal can't stop the scornful noise she makes at that one, but she can pick her next words wisely.
Tread carefully, fearless leader. There's no coming back from this one.
"I think," she says slowly, inching her way closer. "That you are severely overestimating how much people like me, fleabrain."
Carlos makes a soft noise. He's listening, which is score one for Mal.
"I'm not some perfect princess who never does anything wrong. Obviously." Fourteen classmates with black eyes and bloody noses. Fourteen people who won't speak ill of her crew again. "I just keep trying, and I guess the Auradonians here are too stupid to realize that we're a bunch of lost causes. Their mistake, right?"
"Right," Carlos whispers. "They're the ones who keep making mistakes."
Hm. It's the right energy, but maybe not quite the right words.
"We deserve better than their scraps," Mal says, low and serious and warming to her cause now. "We deserve at least as much as they give their own stupid children, and if their noble-born brats can keep fucking up over and over, then we deserve at least as many chances as they get. We deserve our place here, and if they haven't kicked me out after punching fourteen people. they're sure as shit not going to kick you out over punching one."
"Right."
Mal can feel the heat of Carlos's body next to hers now, so close they could be touching. "Of course I'm right. And besides, why would they let you on the team if they're going to kick you off right after? It'd be a drain on their time and resources, and they're not gonna waste energy on us if they don't need to. You're stuck on that team whether you like it or not, dumbass."
Carlos laughs. It's not exactly a happy sound, but it's closer than before. "I didn't want to join. I fuckin' hate organized sports."
"Ah, like how I didn't want to join the equestrian club, and Evie dragged me to the meeting under false premises and wouldn't let me leave without petting a horse?"
"Like that," he agrees, and finally tips his head onto Mal's shoulder. "I didn't want to do the second round of tryouts, but they're down a man since Aza broke his ankle, so Coach called everyone on the backup rotation in for a test scrimmage."
"Let me guess, some shithead tried to pull shit because you're tiny, and you rage slammed him into the fuckin' dust?"
Mal can feel the warm gust of his sigh on her neck this time, and it feels like what home must be for other people. "Yup. Pretty much."
Weird.
“I thought coach was all about controlling your power," Mal says, thinking out loud from a half-remembered conversation she’d had with Jay a few nights ago. “Guess he's some sort of filthy hypocrite who only means that for the big guys, huh."
Carlos shakes his head. His hair is a soft, static-y mess that sticks to her cheek from the friction. She's going to be pulling handfuls out of her mouth later, but it's fine for now. "Nah. He wants people who aren't afraid of full contact. Apparently he's playing some sort of psych-out game with one of the other teams, and he's pretty sure I'm unassuming enough that they'll never see it coming."
"So he wants you to punch more people?" Mal asks incredulously. She may be bad at teams, and organized sports, and anything that involves running for more than a few minutes at a time, but a school-sanctioned chance to punch people might be worth making a stink about starting a girl's team over. "Sounds like a fuckin' sweet deal to me."
“I—“ Carlos starts.
Somebody pounds on the closet door, and his mouth snaps shut so fast Mal can hear the click.
"Hey, if you two are done having a heart-to-heart in there, some of us wanna get to dinner on time!" Jay calls through the door. "Toss me out some shoes if you're skipping and I'll tell Verne you're both sick."
Mal shoves open the door without waiting, and is rewarded with a satisfying 'oof' as the handle hits Jay in the stomach. "We were almost done, dumbass. You can't wait five minutes for us to strategize the best way for me to get in on this school-sanctioned hitting people shit?"
Jay grins down at her, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Nope." he says brightly, popping the 'p'. "Dinner waits for no man, and I'm not missing out on bread just cause you two decided it was the right time to have a gossip sesh in my closet."
"Ow," Mal grumbles, unfolding herself from the floor. "Fuck you, who told you that gossip sesh was a word people actually use?"
Jay steps back to let her out, still grinning infuriatingly. "Lonnie."
Mal's going to sneak into that girl's room and dye all her clothes pink.
No, she'd probably like that. Purple, then. An unflattering purple. One of those periwinkles that's so blue it doesn't deserve to share a name with the perfect purples that Mal herself wears. Perfect.
"I'm going to make you both suffer," Mal informs him. "I'll dye all your clothes black."
"Ooh, you think I'd look hot goth?" Jay shoots back, reaching past Mal to give Carlos a hand up. "Do your worst, killer. I already bribed your girlfriend. She said I'm her favorite model now."
"You did not."
"Did so."
"Nobody bribed me with anything!" Evie calls from the boy's bathroom. "Jay's a better model than you because he knows how to hold still, M."
"Nobody ever asks me to model," Carlos grumbles. Unlike Mal, he looks like he's comfortable standing upright, which is deeply unfair. "I'd be great at it."
Evie sticks her head out of the bathroom. She's holding a hot curling wand to her hair, but her makeup is already on and impeccable for their teacher-student dinner tonight. "That's because you're already my favorite, baby. No matter how many people you've punched."
Carlos flashes her a tiny, blink-and-you've-missed-it smile. It’s worth it. All the time in the world would be worth it to see that smile again. “Thanks, E."
"Yeah, for nothing," Mal grumbles, twisting back and forth until her back pops. "What am I, moldy fish heads? I just spent half an hour twisted up in a closet, I want good girlfriend credit too."
Evie laughs. "The fact that you call it girlfriend credit means you could never really stay in that closet, babe. You get all the girlfriend points."
#my fic#descendants#descendants fic#this is probably ot4#but it’s mostly#gen fic#mal bertha#carlos de vil#i have some thoughts about how this school actually functions and an unfortunate number of those thoughts are about sports teams#like how did we go from ‘have you thought about band’ to ‘he’s like my brain’???#what happened in between to get this sportsball team functioning as a team#so this is loosely my take on that#and also about the enduring need to sit in a dark room and not interact with people after stressful situations#like when u accidentally rage blackout and punch a kid and think you’re going to be sent back into exile because he started puking#just normal stuff y’know
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feeling compelled to write a fic where jackson starts bringing back sports and joel manages to convince ellie to join a team. ellie is amazing at all things competitive and physical so she absolutely knocks it out of the park every game and joel becomes jackson’s resident soccer mom, forcing tommy and maria to go to every single game and being The Most Supportive parent there. one time it starts pouring rain mid-game and all of the adults leave except for joel, who just sits in the rain and cheers ellie on. ellie 100% goes too far and accidentally injures kids on opposing teams when she pushes them out of the way too hard but joel does not care. when she gets in trouble for it he tells her everyone’s just jealous that their kids are weak and can’t take a little shove. needless to say they both get a little competitive but ellie’s finally experiencing a Before the outbreak activity and is living a normal childhood, so nobody gets in their way (also everyone is scared of them)
the only thing stopping me is the fact i have 0 knowledge on all things sports related
#inspired by some random thought i had a couple of weeks ago that rekindled after i went to my cousin’s lacrosse game#let ellie do normal kid stuff like beat people at sports a little too violently!!! let joel attend his kid’s sporting event again!!!#OH I JUST REMEMBERED#SARAH DID SOCCER DIDN’T SHE#going to ellie’s games reminds him of before when he went to sarah’s#and so he cheers twice as loud to make up for all the times he couldn’t make it to sarah’s#he has a picture of sarah at soccer on his nightstand#and he gets one of ellie and he puts it beside hers#his sporty girls :(((#his daughters :(((#sarah would be so proud :(((((((((#the last of us#joel miller#ellie williams
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i am once again saying. as someone who loves jin guangyao dearly. he should count his lucky stars that he didn’t get on wei wuxian’s bad side until way after his “forced a man to eat his own legs” era
#it’s funny i have seen like two or three times people shit on wx for ‘antagonizing jgy for no reason’#and it’s like *points at mdzs* where did we lose u#personally i love jgy but if i found out that i was scapegoated not once but TWICE i would hunt him for sport#it’s equality it’s like when lwj uses the silencing spell on jl like if that was my kid i would’ve beat his ass
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1, 3, and 8 for the fun things to be asked
001. what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?
rather than just link you to my other answer, i will provide more (non-trauamtic) defining facets of my life: 1) my parents being almost 40 by the time they had me (38 and 39 respectively); 2) not getting my drivers license until i was 23 (follow this experience through the tag #kat learns to drive); and 3) my school in germany only having a mixed gender soccer team when i moved there in 4th grade
003. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?
i feel like this is more difficult to just limit myself to 3. here's 3 random ones off the top of my head: eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, apollo 13, and the cutting edge.
008. any reacquiring dreams?
unfortunately i don't, so i WILL be linking to my original answer here :)
ask fun questions!
#ask#alienmythologist#bc i didn't get my license until i was 23#after college when i moved home i was v limited in the part time jobs i was looking at#which is how i ended up submitting so many applications to the university my parents lived within walking distance of#which is how i first got started working in international admissions#which is the career i am still in now 11 years later#so#also the soccer thing:#when i was in the states as a kid i was on the local girls soccer team every fall and spring#and being an active sports kid was v much a part of my identity#but when we moved to germany my school only had a mixed gender soccer team#and the little german boys took soccer WAY MORE SERIOUSLY than i did#and they were all much better players than me#so i was only the second girl on the team and the other one was another german girl who'd known them all for years and spoke fluid german#so i felt super self-conscious and intimidated by my teammates#and also that fall was when my grandmother was dying so my mom was back in the states and my dad was busy most weekends#so i missed a lot of games#and after that one fall season i stopped playing soccer for years and kind of turned away from sports in general#i still played jv basketball and softball but it wasn't the same#and sometimes i wonder who i would have been if i had been so intimidated by that team
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Dad: your mom used to yell at me for never teaching you how to ride a bike or swim or drive or play lawn tennis
Me: well we made attempts at some of those things and for the others I was too busy trying not to drown in my own lungs
Dad: i guess
#when i attempted driving lessons in the early 2010s i was so chronically nonverbal i couldn't even bring myself to use the horn. mortifying.#he did take me out to drive Caffeine a few times and those are among the best sensory experiences I've ever had#i have a great lost love in my life and she is that car#the rest of it like. man. 'you never taught our kid(who would literally start to wheeze to death at 0.1 physical exertion) how to do Sports#are you serious. like I'm very aware my mother was not a rational woman and it got worse and worse over time. but god
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#havent cried in like MONTHS and did not expect to cry this theatrically#because of seeing my sisters and parents bond over kids and expensive vacations and new career prospects and extreme sports and whatnot#while im just on the outside not being able to connect with kids or any of the other topics so im just the silent boring one as always#1st if not 0st world problem but i hate being the youngest and the most boring one here. i hate not living my life to the fullest when#all my sisters did. there wasnt a time in my life when i didnt envy them or when i didnt want to be their age#and yet when i did became their age i just stayed the same#anyway#im literally crying because of not having kids when i dont even want kids SOMEONE SOLVE ME#and my dad looked at me all worried today asking if someone hurt me#which made me cry even MORE bc i cant just tell him that dude im the one hurting me all the time i dont even have someone to do it for me
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don’t need to learn any small talk skills because people make eye contact with me and immediately start telling me about their relationship with their dad
#idk what it is about me that makes this happen so often but it’s kinda funny#this reminds me of that time when I was 16 when this super popular rowdy football player guy got sat next to me in math#(troublemaker gets sat next to quiet kid to “fix them” type thing)#and he mentioned he was hungry so I gave him my granola bar and then he teared up a little bit and spent the whole class telling me about#the pressure of being your hyper masculine dads first born and being good at sports especially football#and I just listened to him and let him talk about it and then gave him a hug before we left and then I literally never talked to him again#but he did fight this guy who was following me around school trying to get me sent to detention#I’m rambling a bit but who cares this is MY blog#I miss u guy I talked to once come back to me 💔😢#🍱
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the schumachers have always been really private about their lives. it’d be nice if people respected that.
#whether it’s ‘journos’ making all those speculations on michael’s health and pap pics of the kids since they were young etc etc.#they’re intentional about not sharing much for a reason.#idk.#when they’ve made it clear they care a lot about keeping their lives private#it just feels a bit invasive sometimes how people treat them#and I feel really protective over that#wouldn’t it be the best practice as a schumacher fan to respect the family’s wishes? and protect their privacy?#schumi did NOT like press for a reason.#it’s just. eugh.#and then you add in stan culture being so prevalent these days in the sport#doubly uncomfortable for me personally
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(Image: Handshake meme template. One arm is "Deucalion in season 5", the other is "Beacon Hills lacrosse refs". Where they're shaking hands is replaced by the "I pretend I do not see it" meme.)
#look I have a lot of thoughts about teen wolf lacrosse. feel free to send asks/dms if you have questions I love talking about this#sorry in advance for the essay in the tags#I was suddenly possessed by the need to make this as quickly as possible#this is going to be funny to a small sect of people but I hope it will be as funny as I think it is#the refs fr be like -_-#you are not doing your job. why#the players will be fouling + illegal checking + stabbing + breaking bones + turning into wolves on the field and the refs are like#(looking off into the distance) hmm did I leave the stove on?#this is what I get for playing lacrosse in high school#I am one of 4 people who understands a sport that is a great metaphor aside from how much the refs ignore shit#ONE OF THE PLAYERS STABS SOMEONE. THIS HAPPENS IN S4#if you can't follow play fast enough to see the most obvious foul in history why are you coaching#I know it's an aggressive sport but I coached middle schoolers as part of my longstanding high school detention#and as a lax ref the first thing you learn is how to break up a fight#bet these mfs on the sidelines have never gotten stick checked in the throat by an angry 13yo#like when they do break up a scuffle they do it so limp wristy#'are you gonna do that again' 'no' 'sure thing kid'#even if cody saintgnue was the one blatantly fouling like that I would still call that shit! you can't body slam someone! that's not legal!#ffs tv acts like ANYTHING is legal in lacrosse and it's basically soccer with sticks#checking is not targeted harassment (at least that's not legal play) it's only allowed when someone has the ball or is picking it up#and if you keep body checking someone when you can get by with less you will get called#in fact you get preemptively fouled for body checking too often even when it's entirely legal#+ most body checks are shoulder bc it's way easier to dislodge the ball without breaking someone's back#teen wolf#teen wolf memes#you ever think there's a watermark on your meme but then realize it's just tumblr text editing icons all over the place? good times
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"what do you know about drinking" "what do you know about smoking" "what do you know about weed" "what do you know about drugs" you do not know me or my life!!!!!!
#hes always like “what do you know” and then theres a chance hell call me the r slur#and like. i was a smoker for 4 years. i was an alcoholic for 6.#i did speed in muddle school#i smoked pot and had edibles. i had edibles woth my fucking parents.#amd then he complains that i have a vape (bought with my own money!!) and that my parents give me alcohol now (they gave my sisters alcohol#at 13!!)#like he smoked and drank around my suster with cigarettes and drinks my parents bought her#but the moment ma buys me a vaoe with ny own money or i have any experience drinking its awful#i guess its because shes sooo mature and hard working and ik just a disrespectful kid#even tho im a fucking adult now and he never had any right to treat me half the way he did/does#“i treat her like i treat my 10 year old brother” srsly. srsly?? am i 10 now? am i your 10 yr old baby brother now? no. im 18 fucking years#old and i had a totally different life experience than your brother when i was 10 too. we are not related. that is NOT what they meant when#they said to treat me like your younger sister. fuck you. fuck off.#also. im SORRY to your brother if this is how you treat him. but it fucking isnt. your kind to him. you play with him. u fckng LOVE him#while ur an absolute abusive POS towards me#u literally talk shit about me! too my friends!! what? u think my bestie since 6th grade and my cousin ive known all my life are gonna agree#with you? how fucking stupid can u be?#also. u r not the expert on disability just becuz u lost half ur foot and have adhd. ur extremely fucking ableist actually#“i could play sports and so cpukd this guy with a pacemaker i knew so no disability is ever an excuse you can do anything and also im gonna#call you (an autistic person) a retard and say the n word constantly and call children n word lettes!!!! becuz i am a totally normal and wel#well adjusted individual!!!“#i hope someone hears you say half the shit you say and fucking jumps your ass#and i hope those fuckings pigs u love so much dont do shit for you#you ableist racist transphobic homophobic intersexist bigoted piece of fucking shit#like. if a form of bigotry exjsts he fucking loves it.#god. fuck you. fuck you fuck you.#i hope you fucking kill yourself
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Do you even like Sam? Sometimes I think you do and then sometimes I think you don't.
I'm a lot like Sam, so you could say it's both at the same time. I too like hating myself for incredibly abstract things instead of looking at my actions.
And I cerebralize my emotions.
This is a moderately Sam-safe blog, but I can and will drag him.
#i love sam#he's so crunchy and annoying#I can fit in with most crowds and ppl view me as “cool” once i settle in at work/sports/whatever#but I struggle to connect when i get beyond my coping and social rules or if i have to FEEL my way through an unplanned-for convo#I prefer to checklist important conversations and I psycho-analyze the fuck outta my own life#i was a precocious kid and that made me feel like a freak compared to my peers#i also moved around a lot (military) and was socioeconomically not like the other kids#i shot a gun before sam did though#and sam is funnier than me#sam GETS some big things and misses other big things which is such an amazing characteristic of him honestly#i love him because of his idiosyncrasies
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I suppose I do get maybe a bit why ppl like working out bc theres nothing quite like showering after being horrifically sweaty
#i cannot fathom how i did more rigorous workouts twice a week as a kid . i could do a 7 minute wall sit#i suppose being small helped. i only had mild knee problems at the time JDMDKDK#but god.....shout out to 8 year old iri and her abs and also that time she was on a toronto childrens tv network#bc they came to look at the gym classes#i still fit into the shirt i got NZKDNDKD#not gym classes fitness classes** i went to a legitimate like workout gym as a child i was genuinely insane#icb ive become the girlie i am today when i was Thee Sports Gal as a kid fjfkfnjffk#iri.txt#body image tw#kinda? just in case fjfkfk
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HELAL
I have a lot of stuff running through my mind rn and im in a hurry and idk if its going to make sense but oh well.
(its list anon and I have another thing to add to my 'favorite things about finding myself in Hellas circle of existence list thing)
The thing is how much your personality sinks through into your writing and blog thing.
Let me explain,
I lost internet for a few days and I just got it back and was scrolling through tumblr and noticed one of my mutuals reblog something of yours and I was like 'I havent been on the internet for like four days, I wonder what Hella has been up to.' and so I started stalking you (as one does) and like scrolling through your blog and everything and I came across the post you thinged about your hometown and about how shameful you are about your writing and that sent me into a spiral because I know the feeling and couldnt put it into words and I felt so called out.
Thats besides the point.
I had this thing to add to the list for a while and couldn't figure out how to explain it without seeming weird so Im just doing my best here.
It's like when you post things about the things that go on in your mind. I touched on this in my first list thingy with the whole 'when you post little snippets of whats going on in your mind and turn it into what I can only describe as poetyry' part. It's simular but it's not the same.
It's really easy to see someone and follow someone who is so eloquent and brilliant and hold them close to divinity and think about how untouchable they are, which seems weird because I'm on Tumblr of all places. But like when you follow your favorite authors on twitter or instagram and they seem almost inhuman. And sometimes it feels like being that talented is so unattainable because you're not them, you can't spew out flawless lines of words seemingly effortlessly and you cant come up with a plot that clever and even if you can't you can't give the story justice because you're not that good of a writer.
Even other writers on this site are like this and so...ethereal almost. I've mentioned before how a lot of other writer almost run their blog like a business and everything and you scroll through them and see people constantly sending them asks about their works and sending them fanart and people obsessing over their art and like I said it seems unattainable for your average person. Like I dont get that so maybe I'm not that good.
Then I come to your blog and you talk about situations I relate to and you don't hide your humanity and you talk about your classes in economics of all things and your home town and all your problems (while valid) are normal. You're more relatable than the other writers I follow at least.
I've mentioned in other asks ( I dont think they were list ones but they might have been idk ) that you inspire me a lot. This is why. Also the fact that you're my age (I'm 18) and your not in your 20s and you havent taken a decades worth of writing classes and you dont have a degree in literature. You're literally just person living a normal life. That's not to say other authors and writers arent just normal people but you just show it a lot more, idk.
Like reading things like taob and tbos and then going to your main blog and seeing the way you write your stuff in your mind and then going two posts down and your talking about normal things makes me think that maybe I can write something incredible too one day.
And the reason I have the ability to feel that way in relation to you and your stupid blog (affectionate) is because you let your normal personality show, not some robotic businessy- type personality.
That's not to say that I don't think your just an average person, average people can't describe things so rawly. But, like I said, you're not untouchable.
Based on what I see from you and what you show online, I really think that you have the potential to be great one day. Not that you should hold yourself and force yourself into a life you don't want, like if you don't want to be a famous writer, don't be. But I genuinely just hope that you grow up and find a career you're happy in.
More than anyone I see on the internet, you deserve to live a life that you absolutely love, no matter what that might be.
I said it before that I always feel really obsessive when I send asks like this, and I feel creepy, so if I come off that way I'm sorry. I just try to make it a point to tell people when I enjoy them as a person.
Also I have some songs that kind of remind me of you.
The first one if Vienna by Billy Joel. I think the chances of you not knowing this one is very slim because it's such as popular song right now. But it's my favorite song and it reminds me of you.
The other one is read all about it by Emili Sande (pt 3 is the best) I think this song is also pretty popular, it also might not be, idk. But it's one of those songs that not a lot of people that I show it to like. Idk why. The vocals are weird (in my opinion) but I love the lyrics.
If you already know these songs just ignore this part :)
ME WHEN LIST ANON:
#bestie beloved my best friend my rotten soldier listen let me tell you something listen listen#every time you send an ask like this i read it and then REFUSE to answer it for a while#(sorry about that)#and i just hold onto it sometimes for weeks sometimes for MONTHS#and it sort of feels like it's just you and me and it feels so special and i come back and reread it#because you make me fall a little in love with myself? not in a narcissistic way#but just in such a tender soft 'maybe things are going to be okay' way#because for how dark and messy it feels to BE me i forget that no one else sees that#and the person i fought so hard to be is someone people... like??? and admire??? to THIS extent#even if it's just one person it's such a euphoric feeling i cant explain it#please never stop sending these i mean yes you can i doubt youve got much to say anymore bc bestie youve sent an ESSAY at this point#(<- that feels like it comes across judgey but i am trying v hard to convey the adoration i have for these asks so i promise it's not LMAO)#god i just. yeah. thank you. genuinely from the bottom of my heart thank you#okay tears wiped away hair fixed eyeliner partially smudged SONG RECS#WHO THE FUCK DID YOU REC READ ALL ABOUT IT TO AND THEY DIDNT LIKE IT???? i'll hunt them for sport fr#i was OBSESSED with that song when it came out like even as a kid ive had this audio thing#where i completely hyperfixate on audios and that often includes songs (why did i never clock i had adhd)#like i remember being like 8 years old and putting 'in the ghetto' by elvis presley on loop on my barbie stereo#and my dad was like why the fuck is she listening to THAT of all things on loop SKDJHJSH#but ANYWAY THIS SONG WAS ONE OF THOSE SONGS I TOTALLY LATCHED ONTO#I PLAYED IT HUNDREDS OF TIMES GENUINELY#and omg vienna. beloved beautiful song and you saying it reminded you of me actually made me realise how ur asks make me feel#ur asks make me feel like im a girl in a song and it's just such a <33333 mf u give me butterflies#kisses u kisses u kisses u#ask
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