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I finally bought Dr. Martens boots.

She saw them and immediately imagined me in an outlaw motorcycle gang, fully tattooed.

And then she hit me with: “your style is more feminine…”than this”.”(with an upset look in her face)

…Since when???

Okay… but I still don’t like them. My feelings toward a character don’t change their value, and I’m not judging them based on their role in the plot. I just don’t like their personality, their design, or sometimes for no reason at all. In real life it happens too — you just don’t vibe with someone because of their personality, their style, or just… nothing specific.

And I never support attacking a character, hating on them, or pretending they’re useless with dumb excuses.

The best example is math — the most hated subject by almost everyone, including me. But does our hate make math useless? No. It’s literally the foundation of many sciences also it helped and developed humanity. Personal opinions don’t change the value of a thing.

And a negative trait doesn’t automatically mean I hate something. I remember back in high school, I told my classmate that I liked chemistry, and she immediately went “but it’s sooo hard!!”

I saw this orange cat following a lady cat, and then he just sat down, quietly admiring her

A few seconds later, she sat down too and started admiring him back

Some of y’all should learn from this gentleman what true love looks like

Like these photos i took for my campus

Do you guys have that one place or thing in your campus that you weirdly like or fell interesting about it ? 👀

First of all, I didn’t sleep well last night, and I had a presentation today. I also volunteered to be the one who opens their email on the university computer so everyone else could present without wasting time logging in and out.

So I had to make sure all the files worked properly before class.

Then I arrived late to the first lecture, but luckily the professor takes attendance at the end.

After that, the university’s Wi-Fi stopped working and we were all panicking about whether we’d be able to present or not — in the end, only half of us did.

When it was time to present, I volunteered again to go first.

I thought it would be easy since I know my group well and had everything planned: what to say, when to pause, even what questions to ask at the end.

But it went so bad.

I was shaking, stuttering, forgetting what I wanted to say — there were so many points I completely skipped.

I didn’t interact well with the audience, and my ending was honestly awful.

All while the professor was staring at me, evaluating every single thing I did — and yes, it was graded.

To make it worse, I was wearing something I didn’t even like it was a random one.

When they ask you something, and you answer normally, but then they get mad for no reason?

This happened to me like two years ago, I don’t remember every detail, but here’s what I do remember:

I have type 1 diabetes, I was diagnosed when I was around 5 or 6. I was about 17 when this happened.

It was one of those regular check-ups every three months, nothing special. My mom usually comes with me, but this time my dad did.

So the doctor (who I honestly can’t stand, he’s so annoying) started asking me questions.

He goes, “Do you take your insulin shots yourself?”

I said, “Yeah.”

Then he asked, “Where do you inject it the most?”

And I said, “My arm,…”

But before I could even continue , he started getting mad, not yelling, but clearly pissed.

He was like, “You shouldn’t inject in your arm by yourself, someone else should do it.”

And I was like… okay??

Then he asked where else I inject it, and I said, “I tried my thigh,”

(even though I actually use my thighs most of the time — I just didn’t want him to lecture me again).

Another time, same doctor, my dad was there too — they’re kinda the same age so they talk casually.

The doctor was asking me about my insulin doses, and I mentioned that sometimes I skip my morning shot because my blood sugar is already low and I don’t feel like eating (I can’t remember exactly what I said though).

Anyway, he got mad again.

I was already in a bad mood that day, so I tried to defend myself —

and then he cut me off and said, “Why are you so defensive?”

Like… sir. You literally attacked me with words and I’m the one being defensive???

And I was looking at my dad like, do something, stop him, defend me??

He was just sitting there, staring at the window (which was covered by curtains, by the way), looking completely lost.

I was dreaming about random stuff at first, with lots of illogical events happening. But the last part is what I remember best. I was at my aunt’s house with two of my uncles, my cousins, my mom and siblings. It was supposed to be family time, and I think we were about to play a board game. But then, Captain Soi Fon from Bleach was there with us?? She looked really shy.

Oh wait—actually, before that, we were all playing Genshin Impact on our phones, and my sister told me, “Oh, everyone’s going to come to you for help since you’re experienced and high level.” After we finished, people started having this heated argument. You know those silly arguments where the topic is dumb but the way people fight makes it hilarious? It was like that.

Then, somehow, I found Soi Fon pinned under a recliner chair (like a Lazy Boy). I rushed over and saw a wound on her stomach and thighs, like she’d been stabbed. I thought, this definitely needs surgery.Suddenly, I somehow transformed into a shinigami myself—at first I wasn’t wearing black, then suddenly I was. Soi Fon had been in her uniform from the beginning.

I carried her out the door princess-style, and of course my family started to act like they are experts while they are just setting and watching, and when i walk thru the door going outside i was in soul society they are our neighbors. But it wasn’t exactly the same—it looked like a smaller version of that hill with the big execution towers, except inside it wasn’t like the Gotei 13 barracks at all. It felt more like a jumble of buildings connected together and open into each other from the inside: first a big hall, then upstairs there were bedrooms, and then to the right bathrooms with some cabinets are stacked on top of each other.It was so random.

Like if someone ask me do i know the Gotei 13? , i will be like ohh, yes! they are our best people they always come to my cousins birthday party’s!

Anyway, I was running through this place carrying Soi Fon in my arms. The perspective even changed from first-person to third-person, like I was suddenly watching myself. But the person I saw wasn’t actually me—it was like my soul as a shinigami. I had longish white hair, the top tied back with a string, sharp red eyes, and bangs. Basically, I looked like a female version of Tobirama Senju from Naruto. I even had a zanpakuto at my hip.

I was rushing toward what I thought was the 1st Division’s barracks because I thought I’d find Yamamoto there and will yell asking what happened (even though logically I should have gone to the 4th Division). But I guess in my dream the 1st Division was closer—or maybe my subconscious just wanted it that way. and I didn’t found him in my way so maybe he was in their lounge and  just watching TV like any old man do. I yelled in the place to prepare an operating table because this was an emergency case, but honestly, I had no idea where their operating room even was.

Soi Fon was bleeding all over me as I kept searching, until finally I found this weird room. It looked like a roadside gas station bathroom, with three hospital beds and children’s clinic theme. Wanting to do everything properly, I set Soi Fon down on a random table and went to wash my hands because hygiene is important in surgery.

When I turned my head, I suddenly saw Sasakibe. He seemed busy with something, so I called out to him: “Help me, prepare the bed for Soi Fon, we need to do something about her wounds!” But he just gestured at me, as if he couldn’t hear what I was saying. Then it hit me—it was a language barrier. I was speaking my native language, and Sasakibe only understood Japanese.

For once, my subconscious did something logical in the middle of all the illogical chaos: it reminded me he wouldn’t understand me no matter how much I yelled. So I decided to do it myself and prepared the bed for Soi Fon. But she was still lying there, bleeding and in critical condition, while I scrambled around.

And then I woke up because my alarm went off—I had a lecture starting in 15 minutes (luckily it was online). Still, I really wish I could have finished the dream, saved Soi Fon, or at least found out what was going to happen.

and for some reason it looks like those goofy cats in the medieval arts