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Dw queen I found this group and joined. Let me talk about one of my favorite wlw ship ami x Makoto or sailor mercury x sailor Jupiter. They are so cute and it was so cute how during Makoto gay panic episode that ami was her biggest supporter. It's always cute how ami was always makoto biggest supporter. Als that one clip where ami falls over and Makoto starts blushing real hard use to make me think as a kid that Makoto liked ami (this clip)

I'm gonna put a Trigger Warning for SA on this one for obvious reasons. I'll probably delete this post down the line, but whatever. I need to get this off my chest.
I was assaulted by my mom's bf about a month or two ago. Idk, I'm not really keeping count. He doesn't live with us to preface that. I told my mom the next day and she was devestated. She broke down crying, and told me word for word "I thought he loved me." We consoled each other and I really thought that would be the end of it. I never went to the police because there would have never been enough evidence.
When she confronts him, according to her, he denied it and said nothing happened. My mom is rightfully angry. The day after that? She tells me she talked to him and tells me "He knows what he did was wrong and wants to apologize to you." Apologize? She repeatedly makes excuses for him. "He just wanted to show you that you were pretty. He knows what he did was wrong." I yelled at her multiple times about how much this affected me, but I don't think it ever got through to her. She just tells me she's "in love". Ever since then, she's been constantly asking me when I'll forgive him, despite repeatedly telling her that I never will. I feel like I'm being gaslit into thinking what happened to me wasn't that bad. I've even almost convinced myself to forgive him just so everything can go back to normal, but I don't think I can ever bring myself to do so.
I was assaulted by my mom's bf about a month or two ago. Idk, I'm not really keeping count. He doesn't live with us to preface that. I told my mom the next day and she was devestated. She broke down crying, and told me word for word "I thought he loved me." We consoled each other and I really thought that would be the end of it. I never went to the police because there would have never been enough evidence.
When she confronts him, according to her, he denied it and said nothing happened. My mom is rightfully angry. The day after that? She tells me she talked to him and tells me "He knows what he did was wrong and wants to apologize to you." Apologize? She repeatedly makes excuses for him. "He just wanted to show you that you were pretty. He knows what he did was wrong." I yelled at her multiple times about how much this affected me, but I don't think it ever got through to her. She just tells me she's "in love". Ever since then, she's been constantly asking me when I'll forgive him, despite repeatedly telling her that I never will. I feel like I'm being gaslit into thinking what happened to me wasn't that bad. I've even almost convinced myself to forgive him just so everything can go back to normal, but I don't think I can ever bring myself to do so.
I genuinely want to kill my "best friend". He is source of all my misery, he's always laughing at me, he's only joke is n-word and f slur, he cries about how rough life he had like he isn't fucking poser rich kid. "Ughhhh, my mom was always this way and this way, I did not know if dad ever could came back from Afghanistan" fuck your mom, fuck your dad, fuck you. I genuinely wish him the worst. Entitled whore. If I wanted to, I could break him in half like a match. I fucking hate him
(SMALL VENT) so for some backstory I'm a firm believer that people can be from multiple universes, like it's hard to explain but when someone dies or something happens they move to another creature, sometimes in another universe so in one universe you could be like idk your favorite character and then in this one you're you for reasons I can't explain, it's something connected to the idea of shifting existing like if you can change universes who's to say this is the FIRST one your soul has been to? so I have memories and connections from other universes, call me crazy or call me weird I don't care but it's real to me and at this point I'll do anything to find an escape from the world. So with that backstory explained for you I wanna say it hurts so bad to not be able to experience those lives anymore, I haven't managed to shift yet and I hate it because I have FRIENDS over there, friends, family, pets I can never see again, never hug again, never talk to again. I know it sounds cringey to believe this but I connect to Wile e coyote and Daffy duck and it's to the point I'm missing the pain, the smell of gunpowder and the mocked and embarrassed feeling after a days work of being thwarted, I miss my fangs and I miss my feathers, I miss my bird and I miss my stupid rabbit. I've connected to by now like a very large handful of characters or animals and every single one of them pains me to not be able to be anymore. at my soul I'm a shapeshifter, a creature that can change form at will but now I can't, I feel stuck and sore like something in me needs to shift, like when you really need to crack your knuckles but can't, a feeling deep inside to be myself in a way I can no longer achieve. I need to move in ways I no longer can, sprout wings and fly to the sky and nearly touch the sun, whip my tail around freely, perk my ears up to hear better. I feel condensed like a caged bird, claustrophobic and trapped. I hate it. I hate being stuck. I want to run free like I yearn for.











