ooc; Man up. 

I know that I’m going to come across as such a bitch for saying this, but it needs to be said.

First off, let me start out with my story. When I was six until I was nine I had an okay life. A shitty mom but a really cool step dad, nice friends, etc. etc. But when I was nine my stepdad just up and left and I don’t know why, nor do I care. What I do care about is this: Three months after my stepfather left my mother, my mother got a new boyfriend. This new boyfriend was oh-so-nice around my mother, bringing her her favorite foods and drinks, stuff like that. What did he bring me? Well, he didn’t exactly bring me anything, rather than take something from me. If you’re not catching my drift, the sick bastard raped me when I was nine years old, on Christmas and that’s all you need to know about that part of my life.

But I got over it. I moved on with my life. I never told anyone, because there’s no need to if I’m absolutely fine.

But what irks me about some rape victims I know is how they like to act like that one discrimination against them has shaped who they are. No. This is not the case, not for me anyway. Being assaulted—in whatever manner it may be—does not have the power to shape who you are now. If you let it go, if you move on with your life rather than just keep thinking about that one act against you, it cannot control who you become. I understand that people deal with traumatic events in different ways, but there’s always a way to get on with your life.

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tagged as: #ooc #rant

so now you better stop and rebuild all your ruins.

so now you better stop and rebuild all your ruins.

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GYKUFDZJKHDLGFDN 

POSTED ON THE WRONG BLOG AGAIN……………………..!!!!!!!!

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tagged as: #OOC

Did Cait get distracted by her violin again, or…? 

idioticsynchronicity:

thegirlwhoplayedwithpills:

SOMEONE SHOULD TAKE THAT GURL’S VIOLIN AWAYYYYY.

I’M NOT ADDICTED HOW DARE YOU EVEN SUGGEST SUCH A THING.

 

MHMM, GURL. KEEP LYING TO YOSELF.


Did Cait get distracted by her violin again, or…? 

SOMEONE SHOULD TAKE THAT GURL’S VIOLIN AWAYYYYY.

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Parks & Almerson. 

idioticsynchronicity:

“Only the people I really don’t like.” William returned, stretching his long and thin arms along the back of the bench, allowing the cigarette to hang from his mouth. With his legs stretched out in front of him, and his arms out to the side, it really accentuated the long lines of his body, and just how slim he actually was. “You should feel honoured. I really do try my best to treat everyone with the same apathy.”

Again, he was doing all of it on purpose just to see how if he could rile her up. It may not have been ethical of him, being a therapist and all, but fuck ethics. If he’d spent all of his time worrying about ethics, then he never would have gotten anywhere and he never would have cured as many patients as he had. He noticed that she’d moved closer to the bench and he quirked up an eyebrow with interest, moving one hand so he could remove the cigarette from his mouth, flick the ash off, and exhale.

“Are you going to join me? Because if not, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave. You’re ruining my concentration.” And maybe, just maybe, he could bring it upon himself to share just one cigarette with her.

"You don’t like me?" Hayden said, sarcasm thick in her high voice. She hated her voice. When most people heard it, they immediately thought it didn’t fit her in the least, what with her dark clothing and poker face that never really ceased to change. 

She thought that he wasn’t much of a therapist, with the way he was such an utter dick to everyone he met. If she had been his patient outside of the asylum, she would’ve never made it through a single session with him without telling him off. Nevertheless, she sat down beside him on the bench, careful to avoid any contact with him for her sake and maybe his. 

"How am I ruining your precious concentration, o mighty doctor?" She said with a tiny eye roll in his direction. He wasn’t the best company in her opinion, but he was better than the people inside with their high schoolish drama. She’d much rather be alone, and he seemed to be the second best thing. Silence was harsh, it made you think of things you didn’t exactly want to think of. If anyone were to ask her what she thought of the therapist, to describe him in one word, she would have to say silence, not only to see their reactions but to make them think.

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Parks & Almerson. 

idioticsynchronicity:

William let his eyes rake over the newcomer’s body, taking in every single detail about her. The more he could see, the more he could observe, and the more he could deduce about her. Although, a professional deduction was really the last thing he wanted to do right now, because relaxing had been his main objective. If there was a normal situation, inside of normal perimeters, he would have offered her a cigarette. He knew that she smoked, he could smell it on her, but she was a patient and he really didn’t feel like sharing his cigarettes.

“Ignoring someone is difficult when they’re hovering behind you. Do you take pleasure in watching people? I mean, any other person would have remained unaware and therefore not bothered but…Well, I’m not any other person. What are you doing out so late at night anyway? Shouldn’t you be sleeping? Isn’t that what children do when it gets dark?”

He knew full well that she was over eighteen, because he’d read her file, but he just couldn’t help himself. It was in his nature to be condescending, and it was certainly something that he couldn’t help. Not that he wanted to, that was. In some way, he rather enjoyed it, though he knew that was because he was just a little bit of a sociopath.

Hayden felt annoyance coursing through her, both at his audacity and the way he had so shamelessly raked his eyes over her body—not that she had one, anyway. She rolled her eyes as she took a step forward, now standing by his bench, and looked down at his sharply featured face. 

"Are you this much of a sarcastic asshole to everyone, Parks?" She asked in the same tone of voice he had used, a small smirk threatening to show itself on her lips. 

From what she’d read on his emails and documents, she knew he was nine years her elder, that he had a tendency to think highly of himself, and that he had an unhealthy obsession with his violin. She thought he may have had Aspergers like her, but she couldn’t be sure. 

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just-another-nothing replied to your post: ooc; NOOO
xD I used to do that when I had two twitter Roleplay accounts.

Lol Twitter roleplay accounts? The replies would be, like, one-liners omg.

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ooc; NOOO 

I replied on the wrong account!
*facepalm*

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Para || Lucy & Claire || Return of the Bully 

just-another-nothing:

Lucy tried to prise Claire’s grip on her hair - key word: tried. The taller blonde’s grip was too strong. “Please…” She cried, her voice cracking. “Please…I-I didn’t mean to…to make you unpopular. I just couldn’t t-take it anymore!” She couldn’t take it now - once this was over, Lucy wanted nothing more than to crawl under her bed and never come out again!

Claire’s mouth, set in a snarl, turned into a smirk and she, with her hand still gripping the roots of the shorter girl’s hair, pushed Lucy roughly to the ground, more of her hair falling into Claire’s hand. A cruel smile came over her lips and she kicked Franklin in the ribs as hard as she could before going for her face. “You knew what you were doing from the second you slit your wrist, you bitch! You couldn’t face me yourself so you sicked one of your weak loser friends on me after you’d gone. But she’s in the hospital now, so no biggie. But I’m here now. What’re you gonna do about it? Get Amelia to come after me? You know it’ll only make things worse for you, Franklinstein.” She said all this in a low voice as she was alternating between kicking Lucy and punching her, her green-hazel eyes full of menace.

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