My name is Autumn. I'll be seventeen at some point coming up. (oh crap i am seventeen) I'm pan.
My favorite games include Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Skyrim, Bioshock (1 and 2), and Uncharted (all). I read some Homestuck (favorite character being Vriska), currently early act 6. I am a Ravenclaw and my wand is Alder with Phoenix Feather Core, ten and three quarter inches unyielding.
My recent active fandom (the one I am currently most invested in) is Kim Possible (Kigo hell yeah). I also like Mass Effect, centering on Tali and Shepard.
Also, I'm a pretty big Steven Universe fan and Adventure Time.
Feel free to drop whatever you want in my inbox or submit whatever you want.
My mother preaches how Christmas is about giving, not getting, and I agree. My “Christmas list” is at most five things long, usually books. My grandma gets a separate one because she insists on buying me things I want. so, that’s maybe ten items long, and on a good year, I get about three of the ten.
But this year, I’ve saved up about fifty dollars. It’s not enough for a plane ticket (or I’d be gone the moment I got out of school) but it is enough to spoil my best friend.
She lives in another state and I don’t have money to go see her. She’s the best thing ever and I have been heard saying to her “I’M JUST GOING TO BUY YOU EVERYTHING”. Because I really want to. So, I’m buying her Christmas presents with my saved up money.
I say that’s pretty giving of me. Not, like, perfect, but not selfish. I’m buying the best person in the world a few things with what money I have and being happy from her reactions.
That pisses my mom off to no end. How I’m spending my money on someone I love to make that person happy. I don’t know why when she claims the spirit of Christmas is love and charity.
I love J. I’m giving her things.
Why is that such a big issue?
I know my mom doesn’t know she wouldn’t have me if not for J.
I’m quite literally crying over the fact that my mother doesn’t accept the fact I have a friend that I haven’t meant in person. Sometimes she acts as though she does and then pulls one of these… fits. She throws a tantrum like a child, claiming that my friendship with J isn’t real, basically stating that I’m just as alone as I was a year ago, or two or five or ten.
I don’t really think that’s needed.
I know J is my friend and I know I love her.
So my mom can fuck off and stop trying to beat me into mental submission.