A day or two ago, I was at “boob” restaurant (like an owl one) for a best friend’s brother’s birthday. I got up to go to the bathroom. Talked to a waiter to ask where it was, blah blah blah, normal stuff. And when I was halfway across the restaurant, some guy at a table slapped my ass. And he and all his friends started laughing about it. I spun around and slapped him across the face back.
He got sooo pissed. Started yelling at me and calling me a bitch and then told me “You can’t hit me! I’m a customer!”
I’m pretty well developed for my age, and this happened when it was hot as fuck outside so I was wearing shorts and a tank top.
“I’m not a worker, asshole! And you shouldn’t slap their asses too just because they can’t hit you back!” I’m pretty sure I said something to the effect although I probably am explaining it as if I was smooth and calm back then, but I was an embarrassed, mortified mess
And then I asked one of the waitresses to call the police. The guy was backpedaling and trying to apologize.
Fun fact: I’m 15. Like I said, very well developed for my age.
So I told him no, we were both going to wait here for the police to show up so I could report him for sexually abusing and harassing a minor.
He panicked and was even trying to bargain with me, but like fuck I was letting him off the hook. Think of how many other girls this asshole has probably harassed! I just have the power to do something about it.
Police got there and I had about at least 50 witnesses to attest to the fact a stranger, who was probably like 40, slapped my ass, when I am, in fact, a minor. Not to mention he yelled things at me when he thought I was a worker like “You can’t touch me! I’ll beat your ass, cunt!” Which I referenced as him threatening me too.
The rest of his friends were mortified and had tried to leave but I insisted that they have to stay because the cops might want statements from them. Whether or not that’s true, I don’t fuckin know, but the manager seemed to agree enough to tell them to wait for the police.
I had tried not to, but as some point when talking to one of the waitresses while waiting for the police, I started crying because of how violated I felt. It may have done good for the police came in to see my crying, I don’t know, but the waitresses were all so sweet and tried to comfort me when they had the chance.
I intend to press charges. Since I am a minor I need my parents to help or whatever and I know nothing about this kinda thing but I can potentially get him labeled a sex offender, which he IS, so I want him to actually feel punishment for his abuse towards female workers (I doubt I’m the first girl he’s harassed, maybe just the first who could fight back without her job on the line, so I want to be the last girl he harasses), just… ugh. I just hope he gets the punishment he deserves. So… wish me luck with this whole “legal system” nonsense.
He’s a heavy sleeper, so you probably couldn’t wake him up if you tried. If anything, Papyrus is probably going to be the first to discover you snuggling up with Sans. Papyrus comes bursting in the room in order to wake up Sans, when he stops mid-sentence upon spotting two lumps in the bed.
“SANS…? WHO-” You sit up, at tad flustered while Sans is still laying in bed, mumbling ‘i’ll be down in a couple minutes…’
“OH IT’S THE HUMAN YOU LIKE SO MUCH, WHAT’RE THEY DOING IN YOUR BED?” Yeah that woke up Sans faster than an explosion. He stares at you with alarm, then to Papyrus, then back at you, at a complete loss for words. A first for this quick-witted skeleton.
“I SEE… THAT YOU GUYS NEED TO WORK SOMETHING OUT SO!!! BEING THE GREAT BROTHER THAT I AM, I’LL LEAVE YOU TWO ALONE. HOWEVER, COME DOWN STAIRS SOON OR THE MARINARA WAFFLES WILL GET COLD.” He leaves you two to you’re awkward silence and staring.
“uh… no- not that I don’t mind you stayin’ the night, buddy… but uh… why are you in my bed?” His face is completely blue, and he’s internally losing all composure. When you finally explained why you weren’t sleeping on the couch, he relaxes a bit though he’s still flustered. After all, you could have cuddled with Papyrus but you close to sleep with him. Did that mean something?
UF Sans
Red wakes up earlier than usual because he felt a nudge at his ribs, he opens his eye sockets and there you are, three inches away from his face. He suppressed the urge to jolt out of bed, but is internally swearing. Did he get drunk last night? Did you and him get drunk? His head is still cloudy with sleep, so the fact that his memory isn’t returning fast enough makes him panic and assume the worse. Then he realizes he still has his clothes on, and breaths a heavy sigh of relief that wakes you up.
“mornin’ doll.”
Now it’s your turn to get embarrassed. When you explain your situation Red smirks and teases your strange behavior. Never mind him, he’s actually freaking out inside. Does it mean you trust him, or do you do this with any person you spend the night with?
“it’s fine, just don’ go sleepin’ with every monster.”
US Papyrus
He wakes up when hears someone enter his room. When you ask to sleep with him, he compliantly shifts to the side, and lifts the blankets up so you can get under the sheets. He doesn’t ask any questions, mostly because he’s half-asleep and he’s used to his brother sleeping with him sometimes. In the morning, he’ll be a tad embarrassed if your still in his room or his bed, but he’s an expert at controlling his emotions.
HT Sans
Cuddling… with this psychotic monster? Nope, nuh-nuh. Not only is this a bad life choice™
, but he’ll outright refuse to sleep with you. He doesn’t like anyone to get too physically close to him, much less touch him. It triggers… bad responses.
If you’re staying with him and his brother for an extended length of time, you might find a large, slightly stained plushy on your bed. On the plushy’s back is a sticky note that reads, ‘to help you sleep.’
FS Papyrus
Like Stretch, this skeleton also wakes up when he hears someone enter his room. However he’s wide-awake because he assumes that something’s wrong. After reassuring him that the house is not under attack by rabid bunnies, you explain why you’re having trouble sleeping.
“oh… OH… uh- uh- I-I’m not- not sure- how to help.” He knows what you’re asking, but plays dumb. He’s face is bright orange, though thankfully the darkness makes it hard to see. He’s going to be incredibly awkward about this, but there’s no possible way he’s going to say no to you. Just laying beside you is making his soul beat a million miles a second, so go easy on the cuddling or his code will probably crash. Yeah, he’s not going to sleep at all, but at least you can.
Quick post. I’m sad about last night’s Simpsons episode, which addressed the film The Problem With Apu in a weak, self-serving way. I won’t add to the pile of thinkpieces that came out today (The AV Club has a good one if you are curious), except to say: I think that as a TV show moves from being new and edgy to being very big, the dominant paradigm… its humor should soften. More views should be invited in; more seats should become available at the (writers’) table. The Simpsons had recently started to open up in new ways that I hadn’t thought possible, and it impressed me; now that progress has been undone. I’m a lifelong Simpsons fan and it feels terrible.
Which brings me to MASH! I’m struck anew by how the changes in that show reflected its own growth. It became softer, less of a boys’ club, kinder and more forgiving when it came to human relationships. After Vietnam ended it continued to address the inhumanity of war, in ever more conscientious ways. Eleven seasons is different from thirty seasons, but it’s still an enormous run—I find myself appreciating more than ever how good their choices were.
I was sitting at my desk just a few minutes ago, drawing, and a really loud crack of thunder went off–no power surges or anything, just thunder–and my roomba fled from its dock and started spinning in circles
I currently now have an active roomba sitting quietly on my lap
Humans will pack bond with anything.
I had a teenage girl come into my tea shop with her mother the other night. She purposely grabbed a teamaker in the most crunched-up looking box on the shelf (got banged around in shipment) and carried it protectively over to the counter. “If something’s in a damaged box I have to get it because I’m afraid no one else will love it,” she laughed nervously.
Not only will humans pack bond with anything, the empathy level of adolescent girls in particular likely has puppy-saving, world hunger-solving, war-ending powers.
I once saw a really bumpy lime at the grocery store, just a real ugly fruit. Later that night my boyfriend & I were driving home from rehearsal at like 11:30pm & passed the grocery store & I stared crying & he said “is it that lime? Do you want to go back and get it?” And I nodded and pulled the car around and bought the lime.
ok but I’m really upset at simon’s straight friends like their reaction after simon got publicly shamed on the internet was “omg you lied to us in order to not out yourself?? you asshole” “I’ve been having a crush on you but you never told me you’re gay?? lol bye” and they NEVER apologized to him and simon was the only one apologizing. then at the end they’re suddenly like “lol we have forgiven you let’s be friends again cos we’re ALLIES!!” just pisses me off a lot. but well very realistic straight bs
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