Welcome to your 20s, where it seems like everyone except you is doing everything they're supposed to be doing.

Don’t publish this, alright? Just keep it to yourself. Delete it, whatever you want.

I didn’t want to contact you, for obvious reasons. But I feel like I have to.

My friend messaged you. she showed me your replies and the things you post here. It’s really unfair and just plain rude. I know you’re hurt and angry but please act like an adult and don’t make it all public. Don’t paint me as the villain when you know what really happened. Remember that I was once your best friend. Yes, you’re angry at me, yes, you’re hurt, I know. But treating me like this is really shitty and humiliating.

It all doesn’t matter anymore. We’re over, what we had is in the past, there’s no reason to hold grudges. Move on, Ari. That’s the best thing you can do for yourself. This hate is just poisoning you. It’s pointless.

—————-

Now, here’s an interesting tale. One filled with wonder, excitement, love, romance, treachery, betrayal, a murder most foul…

Back in… August, was it? Last year. I met a dashing fellow and we bonded, thanks to a game called “Outlast”. Turned into a friendship so unforgettable. One that contained fun and laughter, as well as arguments and the need to bash some heads in. When you meet a person, you can either do two things: remain vigilant as yourself or adapt for approval. One of these things is not like the other.

See, this friendship’s foundation was built on argument upon argument. There would be words said, wrists slit, rejection unacceptable, the works. Yet, there was still laughter and good times. The creation of a little story to mesh in with an already-existing world. Those characters were planted into the foundation. They became the talk of every conversation we had.

This friendship escalated. Ah, yes, the budding romance. The kind where you have the ace who had gotten out of a sticky situation fairly recently and the low self-esteem. The kind where it became so overbearing and controlling…

Whatever could I possibly mean by that?

Arguments. Fighting. Threats of suicide (whether mental illness was cause or not). Guilt-tripping. Manipulation. The lack of apologizing and acknowledging of fault for one party. The “it can never be my fault”.

Why, what could I possibly mean?

A good mood soiled because of something that would lead to an argument one right after the other.

The pictures of pills and self-harm and the guilting that provided the thought of “This is your fault and I’m going to make you feel bad.”

The constant “it’s okay if I do this, but not you.”

Remember the things you said?

“How many times have I wanted to kill/cut myself because of you?”

“I’m trying to be patient.“

How about when I made the decision - my own decision - that I myself would be taking a break from talking after a ferocious spat? What did you say? “No. We aren’t taking a break.” Controlling my decision.

How about when you would openly post text posts about me, and yet whenever I made a post, you told me to keep our stuff private, and yet… It was okay for you to do it?

Or maybe there’s when I was out with a friend, you would become jealous. No, not envious. Jealous. No, not the “healthy” jealous. The angry jealous.

Or when everything had to be about you?

You were allowed to vague post, but no one else was.

What was that about not shoving religion down one’s throat? My being an atheist was always unacceptable to you.

“No, you can’t do tarot because my religion says it’s bad and someone I knew had a reading once and bad things happened.” I still have trusted and valued sources to say it isn’t dangerous. For the most part.

Remember the attacks in France? How you kept saying that all terrorists were Muslim? And how I would say terrorism has no religion? You never accepted that.

What about whenever I told you not to hug or kiss me? And you said that you didn’t care about personal space, continuing to do it anyways. As if saying “no” was invalidated because of consent previously given. “It’s a normal thing to do in a relationship”, is it not? No.

‘What was that? Jacob is bi? Unacceptable! He can fuck a trans person and produce a child. No. No. No. That is filthy.’

What about the one person you harassed and forced to remake three to four times? Also with the going to them as if, since you defended them, they owed you? Yes… Yes… The old “I did something for you, now pay up” routine.

What about some anti-feminist post that applies only to the US? You thought I’d approve, when you know my stance.

You said blaming was useless and pointless. You would say it gets nothing done. In other words, you didn’t want to be blamed for things that were your fault. You blamed me for everything, despite that coming out of your mouth.

How about my simple request I asked more than ten times, asking for you to remove my inquisitor from your page, since she is mine? Oh, wait. You provided additional information. That still doesn’t mean anything. What was that you told me? “You can’t tell me what to do.” Yes, my threat was farfetched, but regardless.

Would you tell someone to remain silent after they were abused as a way to shut them up?

You have no idea how I feel. You never will. You never did.

Even now, you say not to paint you as a villain.

“Remember I was once your best friend.” Even now, you guilt.

I remade to avoid you. I blocked you to avoid you.

To live and thread on Tumblr in fear that you would find me again, knowing how loved and well-known you are in the gif-making and gaming community…

To know that you have eyes and ears everywhere, trying to protect your name…

So, riddle me this: why did you have someone spy on me and provide my URL? Why did you send someone into my inbox? Why do you continue to persist, when clearly I have never sent anyone after you? (After remaking, of course.)

Why do you tell me the equivalent of “remain silent”? Why do you not understand abuse and controlling behavior that you keep putting out? The same can be said for manipulation.

All I ever asked from you was respect. Even now, you fail to provide. I kept your anonymity for long enough.

Face it, kid. You’re an abuser. You’re even talking like one still. You don’t even want to face the cold, hard truth still to this day. The fact that you sent someone out to watch me and you messaged me, after what I do to avoid you? You’re still the same abusive guy. Even after this new year.

Of course, who will listen to the victim when the manipulator has the power to sweeten their words? That’s referring to you.

I have a voice and I intend to use it as such.

The fact that I have to flee again because you can’t leave well enough alone, and you continue to harass me still, is saying a lot, just as well. Why? Because you “feel as though you should” send a message? Sure… …

So, @valrider, whatever shall you do?

Keep pretending to be the victim and a pure cinnamon roll or will you acknowledge that what has happened was your fault?

I’ll keep saying it: you literally are just like your dear old dad.

Want to return to my inbox again, pal?

What happened was not my fault.

I find it funny how you say “move on”, when that’s what I’m trying to do. So, why are you here?

- N

Don’t publish this, alright? Just keep it to yourself. Delete it, whatever you want.

I didn’t want to contact you, for obvious reasons. But I feel like I have to.

My friend messaged you. she showed me your replies and the things you post here. It’s really unfair and just plain rude. I know you’re hurt and angry but please act like an adult and don’t make it all public. Don’t paint me as the villain when you know what really happened. Remember that I was once your best friend. Yes, you’re angry at me, yes, you’re hurt, I know. But treating me like this is really shitty and humiliating.

It all doesn’t matter anymore. We’re over, what we had is in the past, there’s no reason to hold grudges. Move on, Ari. That’s the best thing you can do for yourself. This hate is just poisoning you. It’s pointless.

—————-

Now, here’s an interesting tale. One filled with wonder, excitement, love, romance, treachery, betrayal, a murder most foul…

Back in… August, was it? Last year. I met a dashing fellow and we bonded, thanks to a game called “Outlast”. Turned into a friendship so unforgettable. One that contained fun and laughter, as well as arguments and the need to bash some heads in. When you meet a person, you can either do two things: remain vigilant as yourself or adapt for approval. One of these things is not like the other.

See, this friendship’s foundation was built on argument upon argument. There would be words said, wrists slit, rejection unacceptable, the works. Yet, there was still laughter and good times. The creation of a little story to mesh in with an already-existing world. Those characters were planted into the foundation. They became the talk of every conversation we had.

This friendship escalated. Ah, yes, the budding romance. The kind where you have the ace who had gotten out of a sticky situation fairly recently and the low self-esteem. The kind where it became so overbearing and controlling…

Whatever could I possibly mean by that?

Arguments. Fighting. Threats of suicide (whether mental illness was cause or not). Guilt-tripping. Manipulation. The lack of apologizing and acknowledging of fault for one party. The “it can never be my fault”.

Why, what could I possibly mean?

A good mood soiled because of something that would lead to an argument one right after the other.

The pictures of pills and self-harm and the guilting that provided the thought of “This is your fault and I’m going to make you feel bad.”

The constant “it’s okay if I do this, but not you.”

Remember the things you said?

“How many times have I wanted to kill/cut myself because of you?”

“I’m trying to be patient.“

How about when I made the decision - my own decision - that I myself would be taking a break from talking after a ferocious spat? What did you say? “No. We aren’t taking a break.” Controlling my decision.

How about when you would openly post text posts about me, and yet whenever I made a post, you told me to keep our stuff private, and yet… It was okay for you to do it?

Or maybe there’s when I was out with a friend, you would become jealous. No, not envious. Jealous. No, not the “healthy” jealous. The angry jealous.

Or when everything had to be about you?

You were allowed to vague post, but no one else was.

What was that about not shoving religion down one’s throat? My being an atheist was always unacceptable to you.

“No, you can’t do tarot because my religion says it’s bad and someone I knew had a reading once and bad things happened.” I still have trusted and valued sources to say it isn’t dangerous. For the most part.

Remember the attacks in France? How you kept saying that all terrorists were Muslim? And how I would say terrorism has no religion? You never accepted that.

What about whenever I told you not to hug or kiss me? And you said that you didn’t care about personal space, continuing to do it anyways. As if saying “no” was invalidated because of consent previously given. “It’s a normal thing to do in a relationship”, is it not? No.

‘What was that? Jacob is bi? Unacceptable! He can fuck a trans person and produce a child. No. No. No. That is filthy.’

What about the one person you harassed and forced to remake three to four times? Also with the going to them as if, since you defended them, they owed you? Yes… Yes… The old “I did something for you, now pay up” routine.

What about some anti-feminist post that applies only to the US? You thought I’d approve, when you know my stance.

You said blaming was useless and pointless. You would say it gets nothing done. In other words, you didn’t want to be blamed for things that were your fault. You blamed me for everything, despite that coming out of your mouth.

How about my simple request I asked more than ten times, asking for you to remove my inquisitor from your page, since she is mine? Oh, wait. You provided additional information. That still doesn’t mean anything. What was that you told me? “You can’t tell me what to do.” Yes, my threat was farfetched, but regardless.

Would you tell someone to remain silent after they were abused as a way to shut them up?

You have no idea how I feel. You never will. You never did.

Even now, you say not to paint you as a villain.

“Remember I was once your best friend.” Even now, you guilt.

I remade to avoid you. I blocked you to avoid you.

To live and thread on Tumblr in fear that you would find me again, knowing how loved and well-known you are in the gif-making and gaming community…

To know that you have eyes and ears everywhere, trying to protect your name…

So, riddle me this: why did you have someone spy on me and provide my URL? Why did you send someone into my inbox? Why do you continue to persist, when clearly I have never sent anyone after you? (After remaking, of course.)

Why do you tell me the equivalent of “remain silent”? Why do you not understand abuse and controlling behavior that you keep putting out? The same can be said for manipulation.

All I ever asked from you was respect. Even now, you fail to provide. I kept your anonymity for long enough.

Face it, kid. You’re an abuser. You’re even talking like one still. You don’t even want to face the cold, hard truth still to this day. The fact that you sent someone out to watch me and you messaged me, after what I do to avoid you? You’re still the same abusive guy. Even after this new year.

Of course, who will listen to the victim when the manipulator has the power to sweeten their words? That’s referring to you.

I have a voice and I intend to use it as such.

The fact that I have to flee again because you can’t leave well enough alone, and you continue to harass me still, is saying a lot, just as well. Why? Because you “feel as though you should” send a message? Sure… …

So, @valrider, whatever shall you do?

Keep pretending to be the victim and a pure cinnamon roll or will you acknowledge that what has happened was your fault?

I’ll keep saying it: you literally are just like your dear old dad.

Want to return to my inbox again, pal?

What happened was not my fault.

I find it funny how you say “move on”, when that’s what I’m trying to do. So, why are you here?

- N

Don’t publish this, alright? Just keep it to yourself. Delete it, whatever you want.

I didn’t want to contact you, for obvious reasons. But I feel like I have to.

My friend messaged you. she showed me your replies and the things you post here. It’s really unfair and just plain rude. I know you’re hurt and angry but please act like an adult and don’t make it all public. Don’t paint me as the villain when you know what really happened. Remember that I was once your best friend. Yes, you’re angry at me, yes, you’re hurt, I know. But treating me like this is really shitty and humiliating.

It all doesn’t matter anymore. We’re over, what we had is in the past, there’s no reason to hold grudges. Move on, Ari. That’s the best thing you can do for yourself. This hate is just poisoning you. It’s pointless.

—————-

Now, here’s an interesting tale. One filled with wonder, excitement, love, romance, treachery, betrayal, a murder most foul…

Back in… August, was it? Last year. I met a dashing fellow and we bonded, thanks to a game called “Outlast”. Turned into a friendship so unforgettable. One that contained fun and laughter, as well as arguments and the need to bash some heads in. When you meet a person, you can either do two things: remain vigilant as yourself or adapt for approval. One of these things is not like the other.

See, this friendship’s foundation was built on argument upon argument. There would be words said, wrists slit, rejection unacceptable, the works. Yet, there was still laughter and good times. The creation of a little story to mesh in with an already-existing world. Those characters were planted into the foundation. They became the talk of every conversation we had.

This friendship escalated. Ah, yes, the budding romance. The kind where you have the ace who had gotten out of a sticky situation fairly recently and the low self-esteem. The kind where it became so overbearing and controlling…

Whatever could I possibly mean by that?

Arguments. Fighting. Threats of suicide (whether mental illness was cause or not). Guilt-tripping. Manipulation. The lack of apologizing and acknowledging of fault for one party. The “it can never be my fault”.

Why, what could I possibly mean?

A good mood soiled because of something that would lead to an argument one right after the other.

The pictures of pills and self-harm and the guilting that provided the thought of “This is your fault and I’m going to make you feel bad.”

The constant “it’s okay if I do this, but not you.”

Remember the things you said?

“How many times have I wanted to kill/cut myself because of you?”

“I’m trying to be patient.“

How about when I made the decision - my own decision - that I myself would be taking a break from talking after a ferocious spat? What did you say? “No. We aren’t taking a break.” Controlling my decision.

How about when you would openly post text posts about me, and yet whenever I made a post, you told me to keep our stuff private, and yet… It was okay for you to do it?

Or maybe there’s when I was out with a friend, you would become jealous. No, not envious. Jealous. No, not the “healthy” jealous. The angry jealous.

Or when everything had to be about you?

You were allowed to vague post, but no one else was.

What was that about not shoving religion down one’s throat? My being an atheist was always unacceptable to you.

“No, you can’t do tarot because my religion says it’s bad and someone I knew had a reading once and bad things happened.” I still have trusted and valued sources to say it isn’t dangerous. For the most part.

Remember the attacks in France? How you kept saying that all terrorists were Muslim? And how I would say terrorism has no religion? You never accepted that.

What about whenever I told you not to hug or kiss me? And you said that you didn’t care about personal space, continuing to do it anyways. As if saying “no” was invalidated because of consent previously given. “It’s a normal thing to do in a relationship”, is it not? No.

‘What was that? Jacob is bi? Unacceptable! He can fuck a trans person and produce a child. No. No. No. That is filthy.’

What about the one person you harassed and forced to remake three to four times? Also with the going to them as if, since you defended them, they owed you? Yes… Yes… The old “I did something for you, now pay up” routine.

What about some anti-feminist post that applies only to the US? You thought I’d approve, when you know my stance.

You said blaming was useless and pointless. You would say it gets nothing done. In other words, you didn’t want to be blamed for things that were your fault. You blamed me for everything, despite that coming out of your mouth.

How about my simple request I asked more than ten times, asking for you to remove my inquisitor from your page, since she is mine? Oh, wait. You provided additional information. That still doesn’t mean anything. What was that you told me? “You can’t tell me what to do.” Yes, my threat was farfetched, but regardless.

Would you tell someone to remain silent after they were abused as a way to shut them up?

You have no idea how I feel. You never will. You never did.

Even now, you say not to paint you as a villain.

“Remember I was once your best friend.” Even now, you guilt.

I remade to avoid you. I blocked you to avoid you.

To live and thread on Tumblr in fear that you would find me again, knowing how loved and well-known you are in the gif-making and gaming community…

To know that you have eyes and ears everywhere, trying to protect your name…

So, riddle me this: why did you have someone spy on me and provide my URL? Why did you send someone into my inbox? Why do you continue to persist, when clearly I have never sent anyone after you? (After remaking, of course.)

Why do you tell me the equivalent of “remain silent”? Why do you not understand abuse and controlling behavior that you keep putting out? The same can be said for manipulation.

All I ever asked from you was respect. Even now, you fail to provide. I kept your anonymity for long enough.

Face it, kid. You’re an abuser. You’re even talking like one still. You don’t even want to face the cold, hard truth still to this day. The fact that you sent someone out to watch me and you messaged me, after what I do to avoid you? You’re still the same abusive guy. Even after this new year.

Of course, who will listen to the victim when the manipulator has the power to sweeten their words? That’s referring to you.

I have a voice and I intend to use it as such.

The fact that I have to flee again because you can’t leave well enough alone, and you continue to harass me still, is saying a lot, just as well. Why? Because you “feel as though you should” send a message? Sure… …

So, @valrider, whatever shall you do?

Keep pretending to be the victim and a pure cinnamon roll or will you acknowledge that what has happened was your fault?

I’ll keep saying it: you literally are just like your dear old dad.

Want to return to my inbox again, pal?

What happened was not my fault.

I find it funny how you say “move on”, when that’s what I’m trying to do. So, why are you here?

- N

Don’t publish this, alright? Just keep it to yourself. Delete it, whatever you want.

I didn’t want to contact you, for obvious reasons. But I feel like I have to.

My friend messaged you. she showed me your replies and the things you post here. It’s really unfair and just plain rude. I know you’re hurt and angry but please act like an adult and don’t make it all public. Don’t paint me as the villain when you know what really happened. Remember that I was once your best friend. Yes, you’re angry at me, yes, you’re hurt, I know. But treating me like this is really shitty and humiliating.

It all doesn’t matter anymore. We’re over, what we had is in the past, there’s no reason to hold grudges. Move on, Ari. That’s the best thing you can do for yourself. This hate is just poisoning you. It’s pointless.

—————-

Now, here’s an interesting tale. One filled with wonder, excitement, love, romance, treachery, betrayal, a murder most foul…

Back in… August, was it? Last year. I met a dashing fellow and we bonded, thanks to a game called “Outlast”. Turned into a friendship so unforgettable. One that contained fun and laughter, as well as arguments and the need to bash some heads in. When you meet a person, you can either do two things: remain vigilant as yourself or adapt for approval. One of these things is not like the other.

See, this friendship’s foundation was built on argument upon argument. There would be words said, wrists slit, rejection unacceptable, the works. Yet, there was still laughter and good times. The creation of a little story to mesh in with an already-existing world. Those characters were planted into the foundation. They became the talk of every conversation we had.

This friendship escalated. Ah, yes, the budding romance. The kind where you have the ace who had gotten out of a sticky situation fairly recently and the low self-esteem. The kind where it became so overbearing and controlling…

Whatever could I possibly mean by that?

Arguments. Fighting. Threats of suicide (whether mental illness was cause or not). Guilt-tripping. Manipulation. The lack of apologizing and acknowledging of fault for one party. The “it can never be my fault”.

Why, what could I possibly mean?

A good mood soiled because of something that would lead to an argument one right after the other.

The pictures of pills and self-harm and the guilting that provided the thought of “This is your fault and I’m going to make you feel bad.”

The constant “it’s okay if I do this, but not you.”

Remember the things you said?

“How many times have I wanted to kill/cut myself because of you?”

“I’m trying to be patient.“

How about when I made the decision - my own decision - that I myself would be taking a break from talking after a ferocious spat? What did you say? “No. We aren’t taking a break.” Controlling my decision.

How about when you would openly post text posts about me, and yet whenever I made a post, you told me to keep our stuff private, and yet… It was okay for you to do it?

Or maybe there’s when I was out with a friend, you would become jealous. No, not envious. Jealous. No, not the “healthy” jealous. The angry jealous.

Or when everything had to be about you?

You were allowed to vague post, but no one else was.

What was that about not shoving religion down one’s throat? My being an atheist was always unacceptable to you.

“No, you can’t do tarot because my religion says it’s bad and someone I knew had a reading once and bad things happened.” I still have trusted and valued sources to say it isn’t dangerous. For the most part.

Remember the attacks in France? How you kept saying that all terrorists were Muslim? And how I would say terrorism has no religion? You never accepted that.

What about whenever I told you not to hug or kiss me? And you said that you didn’t care about personal space, continuing to do it anyways. As if saying “no” was invalidated because of consent previously given. “It’s a normal thing to do in a relationship”, is it not? No.

‘What was that? Jacob is bi? Unacceptable! He can fuck a trans person and produce a child. No. No. No. That is filthy.’

What about the one person you harassed and forced to remake three to four times? Also with the going to them as if, since you defended them, they owed you? Yes… Yes… The old “I did something for you, now pay up” routine.

What about some anti-feminist post that applies only to the US? You thought I’d approve, when you know my stance.

You said blaming was useless and pointless. You would say it gets nothing done. In other words, you didn’t want to be blamed for things that were your fault. You blamed me for everything, despite that coming out of your mouth.

How about my simple request I asked more than ten times, asking for you to remove my inquisitor from your page, since she is mine? Oh, wait. You provided additional information. That still doesn’t mean anything. What was that you told me? “You can’t tell me what to do.” Yes, my threat was farfetched, but regardless.

Would you tell someone to remain silent after they were abused as a way to shut them up?

You have no idea how I feel. You never will. You never did.

Even now, you say not to paint you as a villain.

“Remember I was once your best friend.” Even now, you guilt.

I remade to avoid you. I blocked you to avoid you.

To live and thread on Tumblr in fear that you would find me again, knowing how loved and well-known you are in the gif-making and gaming community…

To know that you have eyes and ears everywhere, trying to protect your name…

So, riddle me this: why did you have someone spy on me and provide my URL? Why did you send someone into my inbox? Why do you continue to persist, when clearly I have never sent anyone after you? (After remaking, of course.)

Why do you tell me the equivalent of “remain silent”? Why do you not understand abuse and controlling behavior that you keep putting out? The same can be said for manipulation.

All I ever asked from you was respect. Even now, you fail to provide. I kept your anonymity for long enough.

Face it, kid. You’re an abuser. You’re even talking like one still. You don’t even want to face the cold, hard truth still to this day. The fact that you sent someone out to watch me and you messaged me, after what I do to avoid you? You’re still the same abusive guy. Even after this new year.

Of course, who will listen to the victim when the manipulator has the power to sweeten their words? That’s referring to you.

I have a voice and I intend to use it as such.

The fact that I have to flee again because you can’t leave well enough alone, and you continue to harass me still, is saying a lot, just as well. Why? Because you “feel as though you should” send a message? Sure… …

So, @valrider, whatever shall you do?

Keep pretending to be the victim and a pure cinnamon roll or will you acknowledge that what has happened was your fault?

I’ll keep saying it: you literally are just like your dear old dad.

Want to return to my inbox again, pal?

What happened was not my fault.

I find it funny how you say “move on”, when that’s what I’m trying to do. So, why are you here?

- N

Don’t publish this, alright? Just keep it to yourself. Delete it, whatever you want.

I didn’t want to contact you, for obvious reasons. But I feel like I have to.

My friend messaged you. she showed me your replies and the things you post here. It’s really unfair and just plain rude. I know you’re hurt and angry but please act like an adult and don’t make it all public. Don’t paint me as the villain when you know what really happened. Remember that I was once your best friend. Yes, you’re angry at me, yes, you’re hurt, I know. But treating me like this is really shitty and humiliating.

It all doesn’t matter anymore. We’re over, what we had is in the past, there’s no reason to hold grudges. Move on, Ari. That’s the best thing you can do for yourself. This hate is just poisoning you. It’s pointless.

—————-

Now, here’s an interesting tale. One filled with wonder, excitement, love, romance, treachery, betrayal, a murder most foul…

Back in… August, was it? Last year. I met a dashing fellow and we bonded, thanks to a game called “Outlast”. Turned into a friendship so unforgettable. One that contained fun and laughter, as well as arguments and the need to bash some heads in. When you meet a person, you can either do two things: remain vigilant as yourself or adapt for approval. One of these things is not like the other.

See, this friendship’s foundation was built on argument upon argument. There would be words said, wrists slit, rejection unacceptable, the works. Yet, there was still laughter and good times. The creation of a little story to mesh in with an already-existing world. Those characters were planted into the foundation. They became the talk of every conversation we had.

This friendship escalated. Ah, yes, the budding romance. The kind where you have the ace who had gotten out of a sticky situation fairly recently and the low self-esteem. The kind where it became so overbearing and controlling…

Whatever could I possibly mean by that?

Arguments. Fighting. Threats of suicide (whether mental illness was cause or not). Guilt-tripping. Manipulation. The lack of apologizing and acknowledging of fault for one party. The “it can never be my fault”.

Why, what could I possibly mean?

A good mood soiled because of something that would lead to an argument one right after the other.

The pictures of pills and self-harm and the guilting that provided the thought of “This is your fault and I’m going to make you feel bad.”

The constant “it’s okay if I do this, but not you.”

Remember the things you said?

“How many times have I wanted to kill/cut myself because of you?”

“I’m trying to be patient.“

How about when I made the decision - my own decision - that I myself would be taking a break from talking after a ferocious spat? What did you say? “No. We aren’t taking a break.” Controlling my decision.

How about when you would openly post text posts about me, and yet whenever I made a post, you told me to keep our stuff private, and yet… It was okay for you to do it?

Or maybe there’s when I was out with a friend, you would become jealous. No, not envious. Jealous. No, not the “healthy” jealous. The angry jealous.

Or when everything had to be about you?

You were allowed to vague post, but no one else was.

What was that about not shoving religion down one’s throat? My being an atheist was always unacceptable to you.

“No, you can’t do tarot because my religion says it’s bad and someone I knew had a reading once and bad things happened.” I still have trusted and valued sources to say it isn’t dangerous. For the most part.

Remember the attacks in France? How you kept saying that all terrorists were Muslim? And how I would say terrorism has no religion? You never accepted that.

What about whenever I told you not to hug or kiss me? And you said that you didn’t care about personal space, continuing to do it anyways. As if saying “no” was invalidated because of consent previously given. “It’s a normal thing to do in a relationship”, is it not? No.

‘What was that? Jacob is bi? Unacceptable! He can fuck a trans person and produce a child. No. No. No. That is filthy.’

What about the one person you harassed and forced to remake three to four times? Also with the going to them as if, since you defended them, they owed you? Yes… Yes… The old “I did something for you, now pay up” routine.

What about some anti-feminist post that applies only to the US? You thought I’d approve, when you know my stance.

You said blaming was useless and pointless. You would say it gets nothing done. In other words, you didn’t want to be blamed for things that were your fault. You blamed me for everything, despite that coming out of your mouth.

How about my simple request I asked more than ten times, asking for you to remove my inquisitor from your page, since she is mine? Oh, wait. You provided additional information. That still doesn’t mean anything. What was that you told me? “You can’t tell me what to do.” Yes, my threat was farfetched, but regardless.

Would you tell someone to remain silent after they were abused as a way to shut them up?

You have no idea how I feel. You never will. You never did.

Even now, you say not to paint you as a villain.

“Remember I was once your best friend.” Even now, you guilt.

I remade to avoid you. I blocked you to avoid you.

To live and thread on Tumblr in fear that you would find me again, knowing how loved and well-known you are in the gif-making and gaming community…

To know that you have eyes and ears everywhere, trying to protect your name…

So, riddle me this: why did you have someone spy on me and provide my URL? Why did you send someone into my inbox? Why do you continue to persist, when clearly I have never sent anyone after you? (After remaking, of course.)

Why do you tell me the equivalent of “remain silent”? Why do you not understand abuse and controlling behavior that you keep putting out? The same can be said for manipulation.

All I ever asked from you was respect. Even now, you fail to provide. I kept your anonymity for long enough.

Face it, kid. You’re an abuser. You’re even talking like one still. You don’t even want to face the cold, hard truth still to this day. The fact that you sent someone out to watch me and you messaged me, after what I do to avoid you? You’re still the same abusive guy. Even after this new year.

Of course, who will listen to the victim when the manipulator has the power to sweeten their words? That’s referring to you.

I have a voice and I intend to use it as such.

The fact that I have to flee again because you can’t leave well enough alone, and you continue to harass me still, is saying a lot, just as well. Why? Because you “feel as though you should” send a message? Sure… …

So, @valrider, whatever shall you do?

Keep pretending to be the victim and a pure cinnamon roll or will you acknowledge that what has happened was your fault?

I’ll keep saying it: you literally are just like your dear old dad.

Want to return to my inbox again, pal?

What happened was not my fault.

I find it funny how you say “move on”, when that’s what I’m trying to do. So, why are you here?

- N

Don’t publish this, alright? Just keep it to yourself. Delete it, whatever you want.

I didn’t want to contact you, for obvious reasons. But I feel like I have to.

My friend messaged you. she showed me your replies and the things you post here. It’s really unfair and just plain rude. I know you’re hurt and angry but please act like an adult and don’t make it all public. Don’t paint me as the villain when you know what really happened. Remember that I was once your best friend. Yes, you’re angry at me, yes, you’re hurt, I know. But treating me like this is really shitty and humiliating.

It all doesn’t matter anymore. We’re over, what we had is in the past, there’s no reason to hold grudges. Move on, Ari. That’s the best thing you can do for yourself. This hate is just poisoning you. It’s pointless.

—————-

Now, here’s an interesting tale. One filled with wonder, excitement, love, romance, treachery, betrayal, a murder most foul…

Back in… August, was it? Last year. I met a dashing fellow and we bonded, thanks to a game called “Outlast”. Turned into a friendship so unforgettable. One that contained fun and laughter, as well as arguments and the need to bash some heads in. When you meet a person, you can either do two things: remain vigilant as yourself or adapt for approval. One of these things is not like the other.

See, this friendship’s foundation was built on argument upon argument. There would be words said, wrists slit, rejection unacceptable, the works. Yet, there was still laughter and good times. The creation of a little story to mesh in with an already-existing world. Those characters were planted into the foundation. They became the talk of every conversation we had.

This friendship escalated. Ah, yes, the budding romance. The kind where you have the ace who had gotten out of a sticky situation fairly recently and the low self-esteem. The kind where it became so overbearing and controlling…

Whatever could I possibly mean by that?

Arguments. Fighting. Threats of suicide (whether mental illness was cause or not). Guilt-tripping. Manipulation. The lack of apologizing and acknowledging of fault for one party. The “it can never be my fault”.

Why, what could I possibly mean?

A good mood soiled because of something that would lead to an argument one right after the other.

The pictures of pills and self-harm and the guilting that provided the thought of “This is your fault and I’m going to make you feel bad.”

The constant “it’s okay if I do this, but not you.”

Remember the things you said?

“How many times have I wanted to kill/cut myself because of you?”

“I’m trying to be patient.“

How about when I made the decision - my own decision - that I myself would be taking a break from talking after a ferocious spat? What did you say? “No. We aren’t taking a break.” Controlling my decision.

How about when you would openly post text posts about me, and yet whenever I made a post, you told me to keep our stuff private, and yet… It was okay for you to do it?

Or maybe there’s when I was out with a friend, you would become jealous. No, not envious. Jealous. No, not the “healthy” jealous. The angry jealous.

Or when everything had to be about you?

You were allowed to vague post, but no one else was.

What was that about not shoving religion down one’s throat? My being an atheist was always unacceptable to you.

“No, you can’t do tarot because my religion says it’s bad and someone I knew had a reading once and bad things happened.” I still have trusted and valued sources to say it isn’t dangerous. For the most part.

Remember the attacks in France? How you kept saying that all terrorists were Muslim? And how I would say terrorism has no religion? You never accepted that.

What about whenever I told you not to hug or kiss me? And you said that you didn’t care about personal space, continuing to do it anyways. As if saying “no” was invalidated because of consent previously given. “It’s a normal thing to do in a relationship”, is it not? No.

‘What was that? Jacob is bi? Unacceptable! He can fuck a trans person and produce a child. No. No. No. That is filthy.’

What about the one person you harassed and forced to remake three to four times? Also with the going to them as if, since you defended them, they owed you? Yes… Yes… The old “I did something for you, now pay up” routine.

What about some anti-feminist post that applies only to the US? You thought I’d approve, when you know my stance.

You said blaming was useless and pointless. You would say it gets nothing done. In other words, you didn’t want to be blamed for things that were your fault. You blamed me for everything, despite that coming out of your mouth.

How about my simple request I asked more than ten times, asking for you to remove my inquisitor from your page, since she is mine? Oh, wait. You provided additional information. That still doesn’t mean anything. What was that you told me? “You can’t tell me what to do.” Yes, my threat was farfetched, but regardless.

Would you tell someone to remain silent after they were abused as a way to shut them up?

You have no idea how I feel. You never will. You never did.

Even now, you say not to paint you as a villain.

“Remember I was once your best friend.” Even now, you guilt.

I remade to avoid you. I blocked you to avoid you.

To live and thread on Tumblr in fear that you would find me again, knowing how loved and well-known you are in the gif-making and gaming community…

To know that you have eyes and ears everywhere, trying to protect your name…

So, riddle me this: why did you have someone spy on me and provide my URL? Why did you send someone into my inbox? Why do you continue to persist, when clearly I have never sent anyone after you? (After remaking, of course.)

Why do you tell me the equivalent of “remain silent”? Why do you not understand abuse and controlling behavior that you keep putting out? The same can be said for manipulation.

All I ever asked from you was respect. Even now, you fail to provide. I kept your anonymity for long enough.

Face it, kid. You’re an abuser. You’re even talking like one still. You don’t even want to face the cold, hard truth still to this day. The fact that you sent someone out to watch me and you messaged me, after what I do to avoid you? You’re still the same abusive guy. Even after this new year.

Of course, who will listen to the victim when the manipulator has the power to sweeten their words? That’s referring to you.

I have a voice and I intend to use it as such.

The fact that I have to flee again because you can’t leave well enough alone, and you continue to harass me still, is saying a lot, just as well. Why? Because you “feel as though you should” send a message? Sure… …

So, @valrider, whatever shall you do?

Keep pretending to be the victim and a pure cinnamon roll or will you acknowledge that what has happened was your fault?

I’ll keep saying it: you literally are just like your dear old dad.

Want to return to my inbox again, pal?

What happened was not my fault.

I find it funny how you say “move on”, when that’s what I’m trying to do. So, why are you here?

- N

Dear tumblr user valrider

I value the emotional stability of my friends. Over the last handful of months, it was brought to my attention that you were harassing, abusing, manipulating, and taking advantage of a friend of mine. A friend who you did not accept was ace, and time and time again made incredibly uncomfortable with sexual advances. a friend who you used self harm to manipulate them with. a friend who cried one too many times because you somehow convinced them they were garbage for wanting to get the fuck away from disgusting slime like you. And they made it incredibly clear when they broke up with you that they never wanted to speak to you again. They blocked you on everything and even remade their blog and you still go out of your way to find them when they’re doing sooooo fucking much better without you just to throw in your little subtle manipulative bullshit up in their face one more time. So here’s what’s going to happen. I love my friends. I love them to heck and back, my guy. That’s just what I do when I love a person. I want to let you know that when I hate someone, I am equally passionate. Here is what I am going to do here. Something similar I did for my best friend/roommate’s abuser. I go on his Facebook every now and then and just remind them that they’re garbage. So, since you like to harass people so much, you sir have just met your match. And I will never ever leave you alone :)

what/who do you associate with me?

I’m curious. What are the, say, top 5 things you associate with me?

Can be a tumblr user, a book, movie, character, actor etc

are you a mac and cheese asexual or a pizza asexual

Bioshock ClipArt Cover Art

“No machine should have free will.“ 

“Why? You jealous you had to turn yours in?”

*punches a desk* talk to me about your sole survivors bc dammit I love this shit let’s swap stories about stupid things our sole’s have done.

i don’t wanna hear the technical terms of it *actually yes I totally do but that’s not the point*

i wanna hear about that one time a diamond city security guard told them to have a nice day and they said ‘i love you too’ accidentally

i wanna hear about that one time they saw a cute girl in a settlement and tripped and face planted into a brahmin water tub and couldn’t get themselves out without help

i wanna hear every bizarre, hilarious story or quirk you’ve made up for your sole survivors come at me

he there.