#I hope you find this

[illubean]

Leorio with Male!Overaffectionate!Reader

Characters: Leorio Paladaknight

Type: Fluff, Headcanons, Male!reader

IMGGNGNGBGNMFMG THIS WAS A RQ BUT I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT SO ANON IF UR SEEING THIS IM SO SORRY 😭😭😭 also it's a lil short sry about that😓

Warnings: None

ok first of all it's gonna take a while for Leorio to come to terms with himself

he can't feel this way about a guy, can he? he's straight after all (spoiler alert hes not)

so you being super affectionate gives him some conflicted feelings

like yes he loves the attention but also ???

but eventually he does come to terms with himself being not so straight and he actually really enjoys how clingy you can get

his favorite thing is when you hang off of his arm in public, wether it be because you're nervous or just want to be close to him

he's not opposed to you planting kisses all over him or jumping on him, actually it just boosts his ego

like "yes look at me and my bf we are in love"

when you go to restaurants and you insist you guys sit on the same side of the table he won't hesitate to wrap an arm around your shoulder

he really enjoys it when you silently offer to feed him too he thinks its the cutest thing ever <3

in private he drops the cool guy type of persona and is quicker to return your affections

you guys are so in love it's disgusting

both of you refuse to leave each others side when you're home together

this includes going to the bathroom, you guys hold hands while one of you shits 💀

if you guys both have a day in together don't expect to get anything done because you WILL be cuddled up to each other all day

if he ever tries to get up in the middle of the night without you you probably end up clinging on to his waist/legs while he struggles to walk away (which results in his pants falling down whoopsies)

you just looked so peaceful he didn't want to wake you

from now on he'll just carry your tired form with him to the bathroom or the kitchen for a late night snack

[soulinkedwords]

On one of my teen ventures on Quotev, I came across a writer whose works I deeply enjoyed. If you’re familiar with Quotev, you’d know that when you click on a profile, you’re immediately taken to their, I guess it’s called overview? I don’t know- where you’ll see a bit about them (like a bio), maybe their activities, and there published works. Anyway, the writer had this touching poem on her bio, and it’s been 7 years since I saved this poem in my notes. I never once thought to share my thoughts with the writer, but when I finally decided to do that, it was too late.. I couldn’t find the profile again, and although I remember searching for her, the only profile I found with the same name had hidden details. The Quotev profile showed that the user had joined after 2 years from when I found the poem, so the details didn’t match up, and I couldn’t message her about it. That’s why, I decided to share my thoughts and express my gratitude here, hoping that it’s not really too late.

So, RadiantButterfly,

To be honest, when I first read your poem, I didn’t understand a single word ^^; But even then, it resonated with me in a way I couldn’t grasp at the time. I saved it in my notes, and have re-read it every now and then. I knew it was personal, but I couldn’t figure out why I felt so attached to it.

Now I understand, and from the deepest place in my heart, I want to thank you for writing it. I sincerely appreciate your words, and your existence. In the poem, you wished to leave us with something to remember, and if you find this, I want you to know that you did. Those words alone were more than enough of a memorable gift to me. Your words live on and will continue to live in my heart for as long as I’m breathing, so thank you.

Thank you 🤍

๋࣭ ⭑🦋๋࣭ ⭑.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋࣭ ⭑🦋๋࣭ ⭑.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋࣭ ⭑🦋๋࣭

A Lost Poem

To survive I have drunk rain water of drowned sorrows.

My body collapsed like snow and flowers bloomed on top of my heart.

Though I didn't want to die, the only anesthetic that made me feel anything kills inside.

The ensemble of youth will reach me when I die.

I wish I could say something memorable that will burn into your heart.

But in the end, all I can say is thank you.

Thank you.

-RadiantButterfly

๋࣭ ⭑🦋๋࣭ ⭑.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋࣭ ⭑🦋๋࣭ ⭑.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋࣭ ⭑🦋๋࣭

I hope this reaches you.

[volt-reblogs-n-rambles]

Actually ok the oc chart is making me think about the crossover I'm cooking up and ok. Ok. Samus Aran and Stanford Pines are like two people on weird opposite yet similar sides of the character alignment. They're in a diagonal line on that chart thing. Samus is more of a creature than a human but she's got slightly more optimism even if she thinks she doesn't. Ford is more of a bastard, and that doesn't make him a bad person, just a person who's made bad decisions.

And man. They both have a martyr complex don't they? Or at least they do at one specific time (Samus "I have to send them to oblivion. Them, the station, and myself, if I have to" Aran vs Stanford "I brought him into this dimension, and I'll take him out. If it's the last thing I do" Pines. Oh no. Oh my gosh. Do you see it. Do you see why my brain picked Ford as my favorite because apparently being a Metroid fan for 10 years does that to you.

And neither of them can really afford to form friendships can they? At least with Ford pre-series finale (this post is thinking in terms of Portal Ford). Ford can't, won't let himself be tricked again, so why trust anyone. Why give them the chance? Meanwhile, Samus can certainly trust people (though certain big space governments are proving very suspicious as of Dread), but is she willing to get close to someone at the risk of endangering them?? Does she want to risk getting another person killed? Is it worth being the survivor of another story if it means that everyone else she cares about is gone?

This isn't even a ship thing. I'm not even shipping them, I think they'd be friends but DO YOU SEE THE CONNECTIONS OUGH

Anyway back to being normal on... well, this is a sideblog. Normal on sideblog. Mmhmm :]

[olauivers]

autism hack of the day, use toothpaste tablets and then keep them, a water bottle and a tooth brush next to your bed

fuck it keep some sweets next to your bed too, you're allowed to make things easy for yourself, don't ever think you're not.

[colleagues-query]

(OOC POST BUT TO THE ASK I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED PLEASE ASK AGAIN, I DIDN'T MEAN TO DELETE IT HELLELELEJNR WHY IS THE DELETE BUTTON SO CLOSE TO THE EDIT BUTTON, I'M HALF ASLEEP HFJFJFKRJ)

[juniperika]

If you've seen a couple of episodes, or even parts of it bur you're aware of the basic plot/main characters, please consider yourself familiar with the series.

I am intrigued, so please vote (also, I don't have a lot of followers, so I'd appreciate reblogs!)

[shadesofmauve]

I want to step away from the art-vs-artist side of the Gaiman issue for a bit, and talk about, well, the rest of it. Because those emotions you're feeling would be the same without the art; the art just adds another layer.

Source: I worked with a guy who turned out to be heavily involved in an international, multi-state sex-slavery/trafficking ring.

He was really nice.

Yeah.

It hits like a dumptruck of shit. You don't feel stable in your world anymore. How could someone you interacted with, liked, also be a truly horrible person? How could your judgement be that bad? How can real people, not stylized cartoon bogeymen, be actually doing this shit?

You have to sit with the fact that you couldn't, or probably couldn't, have known. You should have no guilt as part of this horror — but guilt is almost certainly part of that mess you're feeling, because our brains do this associative thing, and somehow "I liked [the version of] the guy [that I knew]", or his creations, becomes "I made a horrible mistake and should feel guilty."

You didn't, loves, you didn't.

We're human, and we can only go by the information we have. And the information we have is only the smallest glimpse into someone else's life.

I didn't work closely with the guy I knew at work, but we chatted. He wasn't just nice; he was one of the only people outside my tiny department who seemed genuinely nice in a workplace that was rapidly becoming incredibly toxic. He loaned me a bike trainer. Occasionally he'd see me at the bus stop and give me a lift home.

Yup. I was a young woman in my twenties and rode in this guy's car. More than once.

When I tell this story that part usually makes people gasp. "You must feel so scared about what could have happened to you!" "You're so lucky nothing happened!"

No, that's not how it worked. I was never in danger. This guy targeted Korean women with little-to-no English who were coerced and powerless. A white, fluent, US citizen coworker wasn't a potential victim. I got to be a person, not prey.

Y'know that little warning bell that goes off, when you're around someone who might be a danger to you? That animal sense that says "Something is off here, watch out"?

Yeah, that doesn't ping if the preferred prey isn't around.

That's what rattled me the most about this. I liked to think of myself as willing to stand up for people with less power than me. I worked with Japanese exchange students in college and put myself bodily between them and creeps, and I sure as hell got that little alarm when some asian-schoolgirl fetishist schmoozed on them. But we were all there.

I had to learn that the alarm won't go off when the hunter isn't hunting. That it's not the solid indicator I might've thought it was. That sometimes this is what the privilege of not being prey does; it completely masks your ability to detect the horrors that are going on.

A lot of people point out that 'people like that' have amazing charisma and ability to lie and manipulate, and that's true. Anyone who's gotten away with this shit for decades is going to be way smoother than the pathetic little hangers-on I dealt with in university. But it's not just that. I seriously, deeply believe that he saw me as a person, and he did not extend personhood to his victims. We didn't have a fake coworker relationship. We had a real one. And just like I don't know the ins-and-outs of most of my coworkers lives, I had no idea that what he did on his down time was perpetrate horrors.

I know this is getting off the topic, but it's so very important. Especially as a message to cis guys: please understand that you won't recognize a creep the way you might think you will. If you're not the preferred prey, the hind-brain alarm won't go off. You have to listen to victims, not your gut feeling that the person seems perfectly nice and normal. It doesn't mean there's never a false accusation, but face the fact that it's usually real, and you don't have enough information to say otherwise.

So, yeah. It fucking sucks. Writing about this twists my insides into tense knots, and it was almost a decade ago. I was never in danger. No one I knew was hurt!

Just countless, powerless women, horrifically abused by someone who was nice to me.

You don't trust your own judgement quite the same way, after. And as utterly shitty as it is, as twisted up and unstead-in-the-world as I felt the day I found out — I don't actually think that's a bad thing.

I think we all need to question our own judgement. It makes us better people.

I don't see villains around every corner just because I knew one, once. But I do own the fact that I can't know, really know, about anyone except those closest to me. They have their own full lives. They'll go from the pinnacles of kindness to the depths of depravity — and I won't know.

It's not a failing. It's just being human. Something to remember before you slap labels on people, before you condemn them or idolize them. Think about how much you can't know, and how flawed our judgement always is.

Grieve for victims, and the feeling of betrayal. But maybe let yourself off the hook, and be a bit slower to skewer others on it.

[derangedorange]

I hope he views fanart like this

[plower-thoughts]

My kryptonite, greatest weakness, most enticing vice.

Within my grasp but not my arms.

Within reach but unattainable.

My love unapologetically yours.

Unwarranted yet deserved.

How I’d love to make my devotion your sanctuary.

How id plant your heart in my garden and love and nourish it so.

How id love to be responsible for your feelings.

How id love to be beholden to you.

Woman how id love to be yours id forget another exists.

How I pine for you.

God I just want to love you.

God I want you to love me.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

You're just not toxic enough.

[corviiids]

my top bit of advice going into the new year: compliment people. especially strangers. literally everyone you interact with if you can. when you buy coffee in the morning compliment the barista's tattoos. when you're chatting with a coworker tell them that by the way you like their outfit. always find something they've chosen to do on purpose. nail polish, jewellery, tattoos, hair colour/style, statement accessory, outfit, etc are all good bets. things people hope will be noticed. things that aren't too personal so it doesn't make them uncomfortable (eg probably not their physical features). i've gotten into the habit of scanning everyone i talk to for something about them that i think is cool so i can tell them. it's a great habit because it makes me notice people and realise just how many neat little details there are in people's presentation of themselves that might pass me by if i wasn't paying attention. and it brings out so much joy. you'd be surprised how much it disarms people to receive an unexpected compliment from someone they don't know. it is the most sincere smile you will see all day long. it feels nice to make people happy but it also means you win the social interaction. establish dominance by complimenting a stranger's earrings and disappearing into the fog

[spinejackel]

What are dead man walking tornadoes? :O

it’s a multi-vortex tornado. i dont remember the tribe it originates from (i think it was cherokee), but there’s a native american legend…? saying? that goes “if you see a man in a tornado, you are about to die.”

the most infamous shot of a dead man walking tornado hit jarrell, texas in 1997

it did so much damage to the town it caused the scale that tornados are measured by, the fijita scale, undergo revisions, and it made anchoring buildings in the tornado alley region pretty much mandatory. (it took the entire town off the map. only those who had taken shelter outside of the town or in underground bunkers survived.)

two more examples of dead man walking tornadoes looking like a person are a tornado from 2011 that hit cullman, alabama

and a tornado from 1975 that hit xenia, ohio

edit: it has been brought to my attention that the native american “legend” part of this post was a rumor spread by a documentary.

i have been asked to remove it, but i believe in letting my errors stand because i’m not perfect. i make mistakes

[sunlitsoil]

there is always tomorrow

[eydilily]

would you bite the hand that feeds you?

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[turtletoria]

they call me the sitter the way i sit on piles of doodles for weeks at a time