#giving stockholm syndrome
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very isles of them to give me no hope and then suck me back in with hope and then stomp on my brain for getting hopeful
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peepaw and his cringe grandson
update: finished work here!
#ketheric's armor is giving me stockholm syndrome its getting fun to draw#i always hated this type of stuff so idk what bg3 is doing to me#anyway#wip#art wip#baldur's gate 3#enver gortash#ketheric thorm#the dark urge#durgetash
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I’m genuinely curious what the Inner Circle would have done if Nesta got better and ended up with someone that wasn’t Cassian. Because I’m convinced that part of the reason they even cared about her was because she was Cassian’s mate and they wanted to force her to be with him.
#anti acotar#anti acosf#anti inner circle#anti feysand#anti rhysand#anti cassian#anti azriel#anti amren#anti morrigan#anti nessian#pro nesta#nesta archeron deserves better#it’s giving stockholm syndrome#save my girl
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[mild tw for marital rape/forced 'consent' its only referenced a little, but it feels necessary to mention it]
imagine Alicent only standing up for herself when Aegon is in the picture. Imagine her talking her son to her chambers cause he's fussy and won't go down for bed and was asking for his mum, and she has him tucked close, blissfully asleep, and Viserys calls for her.
she knows she can't refuse, but she tells the servant he had sent to make him aware of Aegon's state. he still demands that she be brought to his chambers and that the babe go back to his nursemaid. she looks down at her baby, who's now woken due to the disturbance, who is staring up at her with soft tired eyes, a little yawn escaping him.
she doesn't want to go, she doesn't want to be forced to take her husband, to pleasure him at her own discomfort. she doesn't want to leave her son, to have him sent back to bed where he will remain restless and in the care of someone who is not his mother. she had never want to refuse more than she did in that moment.
she hesitates, her facade falters. Aegon is still looking up at her as tears well up in her eyes. he quirks his head at her, fingers reaching for her cheeks as if to comfort her. with a sudden conviction, she takes him in her arms, rising from the bed, requesting a robe and a blanket. when her servant looks at her in question, she clarifies that she will be taking Aegon with her and does not wish to rouse him in attempts to dress him. they look at her with shock, but don't voice the concern written on their faces.
they bring her Viserys's favorite robe. Alicent recognizes it from her time with Rhaenyra and Aemma. she's worn it before, Viserys has made sure the servants bring it to her every time he requests her. she hates the way it feels against her skin, knowing why he makes her wear it. she wraps aegon in his blanket, soft and royal blue, his hands beginning to play with its golden tassles as she tucks him inside her robe, pressed to her chest with care.
even as fear bites at her heels, anxiety churning her stomach, she walks to Viserys's chamber with her held high. she knows she is only asking for her husband's wrath; she knows she should just obey him, but she just can't. her son will not suffer a sleepless night and horrid following day all because her husband feels the need to use her body once more. he will not suffer at his father's hands tonight, even if she has to endure Viserys's anger for it.
she enters her husband's chambers, finding him in bed, in a white night gown, clearly ready to use her; he was never subtle when he asked for her, not even the first time.
she pauses in the doorway, pulling back the robe slightly, making him aware of Aegon's presence. she watches his face fall, barely muted anger. she holds onto Aegon tighter. part of her fears he may hurt her for this disturbance, but more of her fears he will hurt Aegon on her behalf.
"I told the damned servants to take him," his voice is warped and cruel, just an angry scowl of sorts.
"Aegon is not well, dear husband... I could not leave him," she admits before he can say anything else. she puts her foot forward as a mother, hoping to claim mercy from the man who made her one.
he mutters something in response, not quite loud enough for her to hear. she has a feeling she is grateful for that.
"what was it you needed, my dear?" she tries to sound sweet and kind, in attempts to abate his anger, "I'm sure I could still attend to it."
"you know what I wanted," he yelled. it had been the first time he'd truly raised his voice to her. she couldn't help but gasp, stepping back one step, than two, stopping when Aegon began to fuss, curling around him instead.
"Please Viserys, the baby." she ducks her head down to press her against his whispy white hair. her son his huffing, as if about to cry, and she's sure if she could see his face, his little cheeks would be red and his eyes would be crinkled and wet, his lip puckered. she begins to rock him slightly, still afraid to move.
"your'e dismissed," he grunts, but his tone gives it away. she knows he doesn't mean it, the if she leaves she will be in more trouble. she questions staying, calling a servant to take Aegon and giving him what he wants, but decides against it. he would not come before her son, not now, not ever.
"I'm sorry, my dear, another night, when I do not have Aegon to tend to," she forces some cheer into her tone, "he is still so young, so helpless. he needs his mother. I'm sure you understand?"
"he is not the only one in need of you." he had not lost his anger yet. not even for the sake of his son.
"yes, of course. forgive me. only he is not as understanding as you, my love." that wasn't the truth, Aegon was more kind and understanding at a year old, than viserys was in all of his years. "I will leave now. I am sorry for the disturbance."
she pauses for a moment, waiting for her husbands reaction. when he doesn't lash out at her, she breathes a quiet sigh of relief, feeling as though she has evaded a great beast. her heart calms in her chest, slowing from its fluttering and her stomachs stops its dizzing ache. she questions turning and running, fleeing from his presence before he can change his mind, but knows better.
she hurries to his side, eyeing him all the while, each step calculated, avoiding cracking any eggshells, until she is close enough to kiss his cheek. he allows it, and gives Aegon grace when he reaches out for him, letting him play with his finger a moment, before pulling it away, not even turning away fully before sneering. she takes that as her cue to leave, this one being much more genuine than the last.
"goodnight dear husband." he says nothing. she takes Aegon's little hand, waving it slightly, "say goodnight Aegon."
her son tries to imitate her, though unintelligible, as a toddler would. she continues to smile and coo at him even when his father ignores him, not letting him feel his father's scorn, quickly turning towards the door and back to her own chambers.
the second the door is close she feels herself sag, she would have fallen to the floor right then and there had there not been kingsgaurd watching. instead she holds her head high once more, walking calm and steady, like a queen should.
Aegon settles his forehead against her collar, giving a great yawn against her skin. she smiles at him fondly, kissing his brow, earning a tired little giggle from him. it hits her that he is unaware of the trouble he just saved her from. she feels equal parts relief as she does terror; she hopes he never knows, never understands, but is so so thankful for it none the less.
the second she steps into her chambers she pulls of the robe, setting it aside carefully despite the pain it brings her, respecting the memories it carried. she pulls back the covers before smothering her and her son amongst them. he's quick to curl against her, quite tuckered out after their harrowing adventure, even if he was unaware of its true weight. she herself still wanted to cry, but was similarly too tired to keep her eyes open for another moment. tomorrow, she tells herself, tomorrow will be difficult, but tonight you have your son, tonight you have a chance to rest.
so she does, she holds him close, tracing fingers over the gold threaded patterned of his blanket, feeling the shifting of his chest as he breathes and the tickle of his hair against her neck. all is well in that moment. she drifts to sleep at the thought.
#omage to Aemma's robe that we see alicent wearing in episode 3 (I believe. it was when she was helping bathe viserys)#cause I know he made her wear it cause he's a monster#this is set prior to Helaena's conception. aegon is tiny. and alicent is still naive to the true extents of viserys's abuse.#especially to the fact that despite all of the love she holds for her children and how badly she wishes to always pick them first#his abuse and the stockholm syndrom that follow it will turn her against her children. aegon in particular.#maybe not against. but acrid and foul. her pain overtaking her love. she still tries so hard to protect them though. if you get what I mean#its otto's fault too and they should both die#anyway#I'm just in my feels with these two#we didn't get enough scenes of them together especially when they were both young and I wanted to give alicent a moment were she fought bac#she refused to give him what he wanted. she chose her child over him. she stood up for herself and what she wanted.#she earned that moment#I know she was choking through those “my dears” and “my loves” but she had to for formalities sake#angst in the front fluff in the back#even if the fluff is laced with angst#letting alicent be soft and love her son#I needed it#aegon targaryen#aegon ii targaryen#alicent hightower#anti viserys i targaryen#pro team green#hotd#house of the dragon#I love them your honor
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So it occurs to me that I posted most of their lore on my OC blog (though a few posts on here have the story info) and honestly I think it's very important to note that the entire reason a guy from Florida is recruited to help defeat the demon lord isn't him as the hero. His younger brother (by about ten years younger) is the Chosen Hero and... not very good at it. So the goddess (Solei) who had selected the hero has to begrudgingly go back to earth and convince his older brother to help save her world.
(Also Reynold admits to Solei that "Sascha could never be a bad influence. He's the best impulse control I've ever had" and she really doesn't like to hear it. That's terrifying.)
#my characters#sascha is The demon lord and there is truly only one at a time#solei however is simply a goddess - not the only one of divinity#i dont actually know if thats been mentioned on either art blog lmao#also its not pictured here but reynold is recruited and only asks for one favor when in the other world (from solei)#he wants to be a woman while he helps his brother#she thinks its a weird flex but ok whatever buddy you can be a woman#and the logic is not him actually wanting to be one its just you see his younger brother finds it weird#to have a guy cling to him and dote on him like reynold does and said One Time WHY COULDNT YOU BE A SISTER THIS IS WEIRD#and so reynold is briefly rey for about a month before being held hostage by sascha and hes like... super polite#and asks her if she was cursed and so shes like uhhh what and he mentions looking at her gives him a headache#because the core and the outer appearance arent the same and he can revert her back to her original form if she wants#and she does so rey goes back to reynold which is very nice and reynold appreciates it#because honestly looking at rey in a mirror gives HIM a headache cause solei designed his appearance#and it was so bright thank you demon lord for giving the florida man his natural boring look back#also reynold will always carry sunglasses because solei can just appear and she is way too bright to deal with without eye protection#solei is not amused and thinks its basically slander against her godly appearance and reynold just smiles at her and tells her tough luck#he wants his vision for his new hot husband she can deal with a little insubordination#florida man begs for torture bc he can handle that and he knows it#is instead handed courtesy and manners and doesnt know what to do with it - quickly developing what he claims is NOT stockholm syndrome#solei and sascha quietly muttering about what that could possibly mean cause they dont know what this guy is talking about
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The thing about Forever and Bad is that they don't know how to deescalate, and they start at 100 straight from 0 every time with each other. They will spend hours arguing about semantics that don't matter. They will go to the extreme ends of pranks (which as fun as the audio remixes were, spending hours trying to find the source was literal hell genuine psychological torment). They will go for the throat just to antagonize the other.
So no, I don't think Forever knows a thing about Dapper or the other eggs whereabouts. He just knows better about the way Bad operates, the way he lies and deflects. He's familiar with his crafty words and how he turns a conversation on its head. He knows that what Bad is being accused of is entirely likely, that he is not who he usually is when the eggs are around. And he knows that Dapper, beyond a shadow of a doubt, is who Bad cares for most of all.
This isn't something he can argue hours about, to chip away little by little like he usually does. For both the safety of the worker, because the longer they're locked up surely the worse off they'll be - and for the safety of Bad, who if he wasn't under extreme watch by the Federation, he certainly is now, after Tubbo very loudly accused him in his Federation office.
He goes for the throat, immediately playing a trump card that he knows Bad won't just brush off or ignore, because as much as Bad can be unpredictable, Forever knows that Bad cares about the eggs as much as he does. As questionable as his morals are, as slippery as he can be to pin down, Bad has always placed the eggs as the highest priority - and he needs Bad to have no choice but to be honest, or to knock him off guard enough that he'll give him something to work with.
Is it fair? Maybe not. But when has Bad ever played fair with him?
#I haven’t watched forevers POV these past few days so take this with a grain of salt. this is a ghostie perspective#it’s like. there’s so many moving parts in this scenario. but we can all agree that bad was never morally right for kidnapping the worker#mf tortured them then developed some odd reverse Stockholm syndrome. we been knew bad is not a good person though#like. I’ve said it before I’ll say it again. bad highlights the difference between nice and good. because he is nice he has the capacity to#be generous and sweet. but my god he is not good#also. Tubbo man. the way he’s gone about this is so messy like. he’s caught on to bad that’d be good! if it wasn’t for the fact that#he played all his cards instantly in the middle of a federation office. like fuck man you’ve tripped alarm bells before you even knew the#damn situation. before you even had undeniable evidence. forgetting bad atm since ron doesn’t want to go back to the Feds this places him in#a terrible situation. it’s like it was not handled with tact or care and there will be consequences for acting without more knowledge yknow#also bad getting taken by feds will be bad for the eggs. straight up. as much as he deserves consequences for his actions it’s like the feds#are not who you want giving out consequences ffs#qsmp#mcyt#q!bbh#q!forever#bbh#forever#z speaks#also SORRY REPOST my organizational tags weren’t working you understand <3
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ok wait i’ve been seeing posts that are pointing out that the purgatory is probably a manipulation tactic to make the players want to stay on the island because Quesadilla Island is just So Nice compared to purgatory, why would they want to leave? :)
what if.
they also give back the eggs.
they win or something, and they’re all given a “reward” and they come back, and their children are back, they’re home, they’re safe. they’re afraid and confused, a little dirty and missing some of their accessories, but it’s their kids. not some code recreation, it’s undoubtably them.
why would they want to leave? not only is the island So Nice compared to the hell they were in for two weeks, but they’ve been reunited with their children!
how could freedom compare to the feeling of seeing your child again?
#qsmp#source: trust me bro#manifesting so hard#i’ll give myself stockholm syndrome if it gets the kids back#i’ll do it
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okay it turns out writing fic is hard so i have made a PHOTOSTORY of the Dark Lokius fic that i would write if i wasn't lazy and a coward:
#it'd be a Canon Divergence AU because “exploit his need for praise” did happen in S1 didn't it? so just say it happened more!#AO3 tag suggestion: 'Alternate Universe - Mobius Was Just A Tiny Bit Better At His Evil Job'#you'll definitely be needing 'Praise Kink' for it and perhaps also 'Dubious Consent' if things start getting heated in Stockholm#(the Unreliable Narrator may not realise it's dubcon but you and i do and we're the ones who really matter here)#dark lokius#(that poor neglected tag)#loki series#i heard Stockholm Syndrome isn't really a thing but this is SCIENCE FICTION so shut up and give me the fucked up fic i demand <3
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just when I think I’ve forza’d my last Ferrari they post a team photo, Charles says forza ferrari sempre, has a special helmet with all their names on that says grazie Ferrari, and walks away from the picture with Fred by his side affectionately holding his shoulder… fuck. forza ferrari sempre.
#it’s giving Stockholm syndrome at this point#I only have so many more forza Ferrari’s in my system besties#if I see pics of Charles in pre season testing looking depressed it’s over for me#charles leclerc#cl16#Ferrari#f1#formula 1#abu dhabi gp 2023
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Before anything else, I am a writer.
I would also call myself a singer. Or a textile artist, maybe. I could be a sibling, or a friend, or a student, or a baker, or a gardener, or a cook. There is an incredible number of labels you could put on me that would fit.
When I was a kid, I would deny so vehemently that I ever wanted to be a writer. I used to read like it was breathing, and when my relatives would interrupt me in the middle of a story to ask if I'd ever want to author one myself, I would tell them that reading and writing were two different things, thank you very much, and just because I was a reader didn't mean I was a writer.
But, through that love for reading, I ended up figuring out what the phrase "Stockholm Syndrome" meant much younger than you might expect. Think eight or nine, after reading the "Series of Unfortunate Events." Which, if you didn't know, is a notably bad place to garner vocabulary. Lemony Snicket is in the habit of explaining words in a context entirely different from what they actually mean. Still, I have a vivid memory of sitting in a corner of the living room on Thanksgiving as a nine-year-old (reading, naturally), and hearing my sister's boyfriend ask my mom for clarification on the concept of Stockholm Syndrome. I looked up from my book and told him what it was -- much to the chagrin of my parents, who were wondering where I'd learned it.
It's ironic that it was a book that introduced me to the concept of Stockholm Syndrome, and that it was one of the few phrases that Lemony Snicket ever explained correctly. I doubt you're unfamiliar with it, but it means to be trapped or held captive by something, and to grow to love it anyway.
When I think about it now, I realize that it was inevitable that I learned to love to write. I also hated learning how to read, but my dad taught me before I even started kindergarten, and I loved knowing I was better at it than the other kids. It was my way of setting myself apart. I drank so desperately from the books I read that I couldn't help but fill myself with words.
And then, just as inevitably, they had nowhere to go.
That was the first part of my own experience with Stockholm Syndrome. I was folded into myself like origami, with so much to say and no space for it. Every word I'd ever read was crammed into my lungs, and I didn't know what to do with them. It wasn't until I found other people's writing (like Broadway shows I loved, intersectional queer lit, characters that looked and felt and breathed like me, etc.) that I ever wanted to make my own.
I didn't start writing until I was 13. I found my first inspiration -- and what it was, I'll never tell because lord, is it embarrassing -- and I made something out of it. It felt like reaching down into my chest and taking hold of something I barely knew was there and turning myself out onto the page, but in a different font. Whether that be Times New Roman or the chicken scratch I had going in 4 different notebooks simultaneously, there was always something to say. I could never get away from it. And, as the Stockholm Syndrome mention might suggest, I grew to love it.
There is a part of me now that is inextricable from my writing. I put words together to get feelings out, in a way that is both authentic to myself and more beautiful than anything I have ever been. I put words together to process what I've been through. I put words together to write lives that I've never lived, and I grow vicariously through them. I know that love exists because I write it into existence. I am all that I need to be through the words I put down.
At the end of the day, yes. I am fully and completely bound to my writing. I am trapped in a way that I will never experience elsewhere. I would be nothing without it.
But fuck, I love it.
#my writing#that definition definitely isn't what Stockholm Syndrome actually means#nor is it really in the spirit of Stockholm Syndrome#but give me my creative license this is a post about being a writer okay#I'm gonna embellish some shit#this is what it means to be a writer#to me#writer#author#original writing#stream of consciousness#my love for writing#lemony snicket#RAISED me#I read all of those books#series of unfortunate events#absolutely ate with those#I read chasing redbird#Charlie and the chocolate factory#the witches#matilda#george's marvelous medicine#the outsiders#I did a book report on#life of pi#in fifth grade#(and understood the book)#would love to know what Mrs. Grimmer thought of that#the secret life of bees#absolutely fucking gas book
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And then sometimes you roll a 26 to try to persuade what is basically an AVALANCHE member to join our guild back in the city after they tried to kill us.
#we killed them and brought them back#and then threatened to kill her if she didn't give us information#and then decided to stockholm syndrome her instead????#erin plays d&d
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So if you ship Laura and Travis does that mean you think Stockholm syndrome is okay? Because that is what it basically is. Can you explain what makes you think there is any form of chemistry there? When Laura is obviously more of the strong independent woman and Travis gives off man who belongs in the 50's vibes.
I mean, considering that Stockholm Syndrome is not something that exists and was, in fact, coined by a misogynist who wanted to discredit the victims in the hostage situation (it is steeped in 'female hysteria' rhetoric) for trusting their captors more than the police and the mayor who said they should be willing to die for their job and deliberately put their lives at risk while the hostage takers were actually more concerned with their welfare.... I guess in that sense I think it's 'okay', if by 'okay' you mean 'is fine to portray in fiction (especially as something that doesn't exist and wouldn't apply to Hackearney even if it did)'.
As I've said before, I do not take anyone seriously who uses Stockholm Syndrome as a 'reason' not to ship something, because it tells me they've done approximately zero research, and probably aren't worth listening to.
Also, calling Laura a 'strong independent woman' and then saying that Travis 'belongs in the 50s'.... what??? The man is 56, not 90, and nothing about his characterization gives the impression that he's a guy with 50s values. And Laura being strong and independent doesn't mean she wouldn't have room for romance in her life (as evidenced by the existence of her boyfriend), and beyond that, if you played the game and don't understand where we get their chemistry from, I really can't help you. I could pull up scenes and go line by line and point out their physicality, but I suspect the effort would be entirely lost on you, so why bother?
And by the way, I do also enjoy straight up kidnapper and/or stalker/victim romances that are considerably more problematic than Hackearney's relationship in a survival/horror werewolf game, so I'm genuinely not sure what you're expecting here. I think it is 'okay' to write and enjoy intensely problematic shit in romance and erotica, actually! I think it's sexy! If you disagree, the door is right over there.
#the quarry#hackearney#laura kearney#travis x laura#genuinely baffled by this take lol#if i never hear the phrase 'stockholm syndrome' without 'is total bs' again it'll be way too soon#and also i really wanna know what about travis gives off 'belongs in the 1950s' vibes#i have NO idea where that could possibly have come from#travis hackett
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what if san wins the poll then what
me after seeing i'll have to write my sweet kitty meow meow in a heartbreaking soul crushing life shattering angst galore for the 3847th time:
#i voted for san bc i wanted to see the results not expecting him to be in the lead#idk how to explain it but after starring role and pt1 soot i think this is somehow giving stockholm syndrome from YOU GUYS
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oH WAIT SMERDYAKOV IS ALIVE???? I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD?????
#blessed be!!! my favorite character is back#his horrible epileptic fit of several days wasn't enought to take down the sheer force of his swag#oh man oh man oh man!!!#this book gives me so much Stockholm Syndrome it sucks for ages and then it gives me a hint of something#and I'm like 'I love this book this is my favorite book of all time'#I'm not hard to please. All I need is Smerdyakov or Grushenka or like women being legally insane#and I'm good#so what if Smerdyakov murdered his dad. god forbid women do anything
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Ok i feel like i barely talk abt Avery's positive sides but also i love how attentive to what you want/need she is. Yeah she uses it for evil but at least she is paying attention to you and she does show it, asking about your grades and letting your bestie ride along with you guys even if she doesn't gaf whether Robin lives or dies and especially when she lets you sleep your trauma off and carries you back inside the orphanage. Anyway i do fold so easily for caring Avery tbh
#dol avery#she's not all bad 😌#i love love her brutal side but i feel like this balance between showing you that she can be loving if you listen to her for a while#before you get to her rage is rly fun to play with also. and even after that i'd like to see more of her caring side to be honest#like comfort me after beating me up in the back of ur car sure... say it's kinda my fault but you didn't mean it then it give me a hug LMAO#developing stockholm syndrome and mommy issues without even needing to kidnap the PC. now that would be a power move
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#that poll just now reminded me of my Toxic Homoerotic Codependent Female Friendship in high school#there was something obsessive going on between us because 1) i wasn't even in her friend group 2) everything she said or did was annoying#there was some stockholm syndrome situation going on. also a very succession tomgreg dynamic#you know how you invite a friend somewhere and they're like 'we're on our way' and you're like who's 'we'#and it's because they're a package deal with their partner apparently. yeah that was us but platonically. if you could even call it that#anyway her sense of humour was like that of a mean girl ie backhanded compliments and jokes at other people's expenses#always saying something that would subtly put others down. i got fed up with that at the beginning of our final year#and called her out on everything that Wasn't Good. which ultimately culminated in the Divorce#well there's more to it too but i could be here the whole day#i was so obsessed with her i misstook it for romantic feelings too and confessed to her in the middle of an argument LMAO#and then proceeded to ignore all her follow up questions. but in hindsight it clearly wasn't romantic anyway#except about a year after the Divorce she retrospectively confessed to me AND THEN REFUSED TO ELABORATE WHEN. as revenge i guess#actually the downfall started when we went to another city for an event and on the last day before the train back we were supposed to go#explore the city in what was essentially a (platonic) date except she ditched me for Some Guy she just met and claimed she had to go back#home early for a family situation and that he was giving her a ride because the train would arrive too late#that wasn't the only time she would just. abandon me like that. but it was the final straw for me#anyway. defining high school experience 👍#the only good thing to come out of it was that she thoroughly insulted a classmate of ours that i stood up for and so i gained a new friend#who is still my best friend to this day
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