jables globbin tha goblin

So it’s his responsibility to charge his devices right, the fuck do I look like making sure you have your beat off material ready when it’s not even me? When you shrug off my advances but 2 years ago you couldn’t get enough of me.

His tias and tios were making food and hanging out around the yard, his friends were playing on his game system and he was helping his grandma in the kitchen. I too helped his grandma in the kitchen. It was strange but I was comforted by his family, they had no idea what had happened and what their grandson/nephew had done they just knew I was his friend and that meant I was their family too.

I had some of the most delicious food of my life at his house, it was comforting and always full of laughter and pranks. Now when I get very depressed or can’t remember time, when my brain gets so foggy and I forget, I crave that odd comfort.. the rice and beans, the fresh tamales and enchiladas, the coke that was super delicious! And then in the very back of my head, where all the bad things live.. I feel what he did to me, what he helped his friends do to me. It’s trauma and safety all in one bite..

Simple and fresh, obviously:

The bed sheets would be new and clean, my deliciously smelling blankie kept warm on top all laid out. A nice hot shower, a chilled yet comfortable room, a couple lit candles and the Slytherin common room ASMR for ambiance.

Hot tea.