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- >be you
- >autistic loser who complains about ‘SJWs' and stopped visiting cracked.com because 'it got taken over by feminists’
- >spends time on fandom imageboards, tacitly supports the GamerGate movement
- >just generally an all-around neckbeard
- >stop by a coffee shop for a snack on your way to school/uni/dead-end-job
- >try to sit in a somewhat secluded area because you are insecure about people thinking you a faggot for eating alone
- >mess around on your smartphone so it looks like you are actually doing something
- >as you are about to walk out, you see a qt3.14159 golden-blonde teen sipping tea and typing on a laptop
- >she is so hipster that even the mocha frappulate shit is too mainstream for her
- >her sweater looks like it was made by passing grey trash bags through a meat grinder and then putting them back together
- >huge horn-rimmed glasses that probably aren’t even prescription
- >she pours a bunch of nonfat milk into her tea
- >fucking pleb
- >you suddenly turn your face away and pretend you were just walking to the bathroom because she looks up at you
- >goes back to whatever she was typing as you move past
- >crane your neck to catch what she is doing
- >writing a post on tumblr
- >you can’t tell anything about her blog, but the very fact that she is a tumblr user knocks a few IQ points off of your mental conception of her
- >probably one of those Dr. Who fangirls shitting up the web with poorly-edited gif sets
- >you know, the type who will tell you ‘it is always Doctor Who, not Dr. Who’
- >stand in the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror for a few seconds
- >pointlessly comb your hair with your fingers
- >give yourself a frank expression, wondering what the point off all this nonsense is
- >literally no fucking idea how you would start a conversation with a girl you don’t know
- >tell yourself ‘fuck it, do it live’
- >get a massive adrenaline rush just opening the bathroom door
- >walk up to her almost automatically, not really thinking
- >your head starts to feel really tight, like it’s getting sucked into a small point
- >green fog seeps around your vision
- >you are literally standing in front of her not saying anything
- >you didn’t notice before, but her hair is literally floor-length, with flowers stuck around it
- >huge green eyes
- >to say she had bugbites on her chest would be too generous
- >”D…do you watch…”
- >being the aspie you are, you haven’t spoken out loud in a few hours, and you sound like a fucking chainsmoker
- >she looks at you with the look reserved for that guy who shows up at your house selling magazine subscriptions before you politely decline
- >you clear your throat quickly and try again
- >”Do you watch Doctor Who…?”
- >pockets are pretty much the conveyor belt in a spaghetti factory
- >”Uhh yeah. Do you?”
- >her voice is like heroin
- >sounds so fucking mature but playful
- >and her lips… she must spend hours just balming them up right, and then covering them with blood-red lipstick
- >it leaves a red ring around the edge of her teacup
- >”Yeah.”
- >you lie. But you know enough about the show to maybe bullshit it. Weeping Angels, TARDIS, sonic screwdriver…
- >”Want to sit down?” she asks
- >yes, in your lap
- >you sit in the empty chair next to her, not caring that all your stuff is back on a different table
- >heartbeat is like a Kentucky Derby horse on PCP
- >surprised the whole room isn’t shaking
- >”So, how did you know I watched Doctor Who?”
- >she talks without even looking up from her screen
- >”I couldn’t help but notice you were on tumblr”
- >god you sound like a faggot
- >this gets her to pause
- >she scrunches her eyebrows and gives you a funny glance
- >”You know there is a lot on tumblr besides just Doctor Who…”
- >”Y-yeah, yeah, of course. Yeah I love tumblr”
- >”Do you have an account?”
- >”No”
- >there wasn’t really any way to bullshit that one, because she probably would have asked for your username
- >she’s now looking really perplexed, maybe a bit uncomfortable
- >you try to make things more casual
- >”What’s your name?”
- >”Rapunzel” she answers
- >”I’m Anon.”
- >fuck, Rapunzel, that’s one of those foreign names. Even her name is fucking absurd hipster shit
- >her parents must have been professors at a liberal arts college or something
- >now that you are sitting next to her you can see what she is actually writing
- >blog is, you shit yourself not, ‘Confessions of a Sorry White Girl’
- >you can make out one or two posts on the page beside what she is already writing
- >all self-loathing stuff about white privilege and how oppressed minorities are
- >your dick almost collapses the space-time continuum with how confused it is
- >the libidinal equivalent of dividing by zero
- >you are expecting at any second for her to start crucifying you for being a cis male, or asking if you were an ‘ally’ or some shit like that
- >half consider pretending to be gay just so she’ll hate you less
- >how the fuck is she so soft and cute? the only reason one would be SJW is to fuel their persecution complex from being an acne-covered landwhale
- >”Well Anon, you should get a tumblr if you like it so much! It’s really fun”
- >She gives you a tentative smile
- >pic related
- >”O… okay. What sort of things do you talk about?”
- >you gesture towards her screen
- >”Oh me? I usually just reblog and discuss stuff about injustice in our country. Like here…”
- >she turns the screen to face you and starts scrolling down
- >”… just yesterday here in our state there was a senator trying to make early-term abortions illegal”
- >she purses her lips like she just told you Joseph Kony himself was your state rep
- >you actually kind of agree with the senator
- >”Haha… wow…” you mutter. “yeah on a site called reddit or something they were discussing that, I hear”
- >you slip ‘reddit’ into the conversation just to gauge how Rapunzel would react, but made sure to imply you don’t actually visit it
- >Rapunzel shirks back in distaste
- >”I’m sure. I don’t like that site, it has a really toxic attitude. Like to the point of actively perpetuating rape culture.”
- >she just used the words ‘rape culture’ unironically
- >you can almost hear the sound of your brain’s processors clocking
- >on one hand, you want to stab this sheltered rich girl in the face
- >but on another even bigger hand, you want *her* to brutally stab *you* as punishment for all your arrogant male privilege
- >literally staring at her while imagining her jack-hammering a butterfly knife through your ribs
- >”M-me too” you reply at last
- >”If you do make a Tumblr account, follow me at PunzieLemon”
- >holy shit that is so saccharine
- >”It’s rare to find a guy who stands with me on this sort of stuff. I’ll be honest, I tend to expect men to automatically think girls like me are crazy, but you seem different.”
- >she thinks you are special
- >you stupid fuck, your pathetic accommodationalism has made her think you agree with her radfem bullshit
- >and yet, you are happy about it
- >you are happy about being the thirsty neutered man who bends to the will of his SJW overlords in the hope of getting a taste of pussy
- >literally the type of Sarkeesian-dick-sucking guy the entire GG movement is against
- >you smile at her and then act curious about her drink
- >”Is that tea?”
- >”Uhuh! I only drink Earl Grey, white. But, you know, I kinda wish it was laced with PBR instead”
- >she snickers, the sun twinkling in her fake glasses
- >holy shit she is a walking stereotype
- >lampshading.ref
- >you look at your watch and feign worry
- >”Damn, I gotta go. But I guess I’ll see you here again sometime… or over a PBR” you utter hopefully
- >wish you could sit all day and just watch her run her tongue along those perfect lips
- >”Of course! I’m starting at U.F. as an art student soon, so I hang around the area."
- >her smile is much more genuine this time
- >evidently she let her guard down once she (thought) she knew you weren’t a shitlord
- >it would have been nice to get her number or address or something, but you can’t handle any more interaction right now
- >need to sleep on all this and come back again with your shit sorted out
- >stumble away from the hipster goddess in a fugue, collect your stuff, and leave
- >the whole walk, you keep thinking about her nibbling on your jugular, leaving red kissy marks
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