#Oblivious

[the-daughter-of-lilith]

Apparently there's this thing called 'branding" and I didn't know that's what I was doing.

I was just vibing.

[kalira]

WIP Wednesday Sentences

From my March 26th post here; I finished Boundaries, so some of my next @microcest WIP, Oblivious, for @thefandomlesbian and @asha10100101010, thanks!

Fíli leaned their heads together, a gentle nuzzle of brows, then cheek-to-cheek, and Kíli hummed contentedly as he settled back. A little. Fíli tried not to knock his brother with his tankard when he raised it again, but not too hard - Kíli was a big lad and he’d put himself there, he could take it. Fíli nearly choked into his beer, because he could clearly picture Kíli’s response to that if Fíli had said it out loud, and Kíli eyed him speculatively. Fíli shook his head. There was a limit to what he could handle in public, and that was definitely beyond. Kíli’s eyes narrowed, his smile turning even more mischievous, and Fíli braced himself, already laughing.

[kylecrusoe-captions]

Would love to see a story where someone forces hypnosis on someone and then put triggers in him without the dude knowing. Then when he takes his hand for exemple, the dude starts to cum without knowing why, or when he scratch his nose, he feels like he is getting fucked and loves it, even though he's never been fucked before.

Ethan was a no-nonsense guy—27, built like a gym rat, and perpetually skeptical of anything he couldn’t punch or lift. So when his coworker, Miles, a wiry little geek with a creepy grin, invited him to “test some cutting-edge relaxation tech” after hours, Ethan rolled his eyes but agreed. Free beer was promised, and he wasn’t one to turn down a buzz. They met in Miles’ cluttered basement office, a mess of wires and screens. Miles handed him a headset, muttering something about “alpha wave syncing.” Ethan shrugged, downed a swig of IPA, and strapped it on.

“Ready?” Miles asked, fingers dancing over a keyboard. Ethan grunted a yes, and the world went black. A low hum filled his ears, then a voice—smooth, insistent, burrowing into his skull. “Relax. Let go. Open.” Ethan tried to scoff, but his body sank into the chair, heavy and limp. He didn’t notice Miles’ grin widen as the real program kicked in.

Hours later, Ethan woke up, headset off, beer still in hand. “That it?” he mumbled, feeling oddly refreshed. Miles nodded, all innocence. “Just a trial run. Tell me if you feel anything weird.” Ethan flipped him off and left, oblivious to the seeds planted deep in his mind.

The next day started normal. Ethan hit the gym, showered, and grabbed coffee with his buddy Nick. They were mid-conversation when Nick reached across the table, casually taking Ethan’s hand to check the time on his watch. The second their skin touched, Ethan’s world exploded. A hot, shuddering wave ripped through him, cock twitching hard in his jeans. He gasped, doubling over as cum soaked his boxers, unstoppable and sudden. Nick blinked. “Dude, you okay?” Ethan’s face burned, stammering, “Uh—spilled my coffee. Be right back.” He bolted to the bathroom, legs shaky, mind reeling. What the fuck just happened?

He cleaned up, chalking it up to some freak accident. But later, at work, it got weirder. Sitting at his desk, Ethan scratched his nose absentmindedly. Instantly, his body lit up—ass clenching like something thick and relentless was pounding into him. Pleasure spiked, raw and deep, flooding his senses. He bit his lip, stifling a moan, hips rocking involuntarily against his chair. He’d never been fucked, never even thought about it, but holy shit, he loved it. His cock throbbed, leaking through his slacks, and he gripped the desk, dazed and panting. A coworker glanced over. “You good, man?” Ethan nodded, voice tight. “Just—stomach thing.”

The triggers kept hitting. At the gym, a bro clapped his hand in a handshake—boom, Ethan came hard, nearly dropping a dumbbell. Brushing his nose during a meeting, he zoned out, ass tingling with phantom thrusts, barely hiding his grin. He didn’t know why, didn’t connect it to Miles, but each time felt better, hotter, like his body was rewriting its own rules.

Miles watched from afar, smirking. He’d coded the triggers perfectly: hand contact for instant orgasm, nose scratch for that sweet, fucked-out bliss. Ethan was clueless, a straight stud unraveling into a secret slut and Miles was the one pulling the puppet strings. He grinned thinking of phase two...

[evendimmer]

本当は空を飛べると知っていたから

Truth is, flying is something I’ve already known

羽ばたくときが怖くて風を忘れた

Yet when I spread my wings I was so afraid, the wind was forgotten

Oblivious 何処へ行くの

Oblivious, where should we go?

遠くに見えるあの蜃気楼いつか怯えながら

The mirage we see in the distance, although frightening, will one day

二人の未来を映して

Reflect the future of the two of us

[kitsune-sl]

Bf stuff part 2.

Currently on call with him video call with him. And his dad is up stairs so he sends me a text being like "just a heads up from the way your camera is angled I could see some under boob"...

My nerdy sweet boy. Jannu. I answered the call in a cropped thin white tank top and shorts that stop at my hips. I don't care if you saw a bit of under boob. So I said that and he said. "I know but I just thought I should let you know."

I love you and that you check my comfort with everything in our relationship since you know I had a shit one before but please, acknowledge the fact I'm doing this on purpose. He's so cute when flustered.

[survivalxofxthexfittest]

Rumor has it it's a girl :O

X

"Charlie's having a girl?!? Oh my God! When did she find out?? I'm so excited for her. I bet June is going to love having a little sister. Maybe Oscar or the Rose guys can give her some tips."

[dramioneasks]

Hi! I've been trying to find this fic I read a while ago. I don't remember much, but it's about Hermione and Draco basically "dating" without her even realising it? She's, like, really upset about it lol.

Do you have any more details? There are a few like this.

[sparedareitspiecesasitflies]

She’s trying to make a card… shhh… secret.

[rastronomicals]

3:40 AM EST February 13, 2025:

Galaxie 500 - “Oblivious” From the album Today (October 1988)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under:    Bands Named After Full-Size American Automobiles of the      ‘60’s

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[elle-star-17]

Most people who flirted with me have to think I'm so oblivious it's not even possible

They aren't exactly wrong but my problem is that I thought they were flirting but I was overthinking it too much into thinking that they are just friendly

[samwinchestersflannel]

how are you going to be talking about your biggest superhero crushes and then proceeded to tell me “oh if you were a superhero you’d be (insert one of his biggest crush)” LIKE HUH?? then dare to call us platonic.

[readingmatters]

Stop Look and Listen

So I’m in the park, yeah, got a thermos full of pu-erh tea, got my Kobe Libra Colour, found a comfy bench, settled down to read. It’s not a big park, some benches, a few trees, a playground, but it’s close to home, and there’s usually people in it. Good for me: I enjoy living alone, but I also like to get out of my tiny flat. I’m a semi-regular fixture. I get nods and smiles from the neighbours. It’s pleasant.

Now mostly I don’t want to talk to people. No offense, people are great, but I communicate for a living, and I talk and teach all day, so after work I want some quiet time.

That’s why I read. It slows down my brain. Happy medium. Nowhere near the stimulation of a computer screen, needs a bit more attention than watching television. I’m not claiming that it’s meditation, because it’s not, but it’s my kind of altered state, you know? I haven’t quite recaptured the kind of escape from reality I used to get when I was a kid, but yeah, it’s a good way to wind down.

The e-reader I use has a lighted screen, so even as the sun goes down and it gets darker, I have no problem reading. At some point the lights in the park turn on. They’re almost bright enough to read by, but I don’t need them.

This park is in the middle of two blocks of flats, next to the street, and catty-corner to two car parks. The community centre and police post are down the ways a bit, there’s a mosque and a temple a little distance away, and there’s a three food places nearby.

Because of where the park is, people are always looking for directions, and I guess the person to ask is the giant, peaceful-looking man sitting on a bench, looking at the piece of plastic in his hands. No one has any idea that I’m reading how Monkey’s being a right pest to the Jade Emperor of Heaven and has just eaten all his best peaches.

So I have these headphones - Anker Soundcore Space Ones. I used to use earbuds, but the trouble with AirPods Pro is that they’re so unobtrusive that people can’t see them. The headphones are great. The reviews mostly agreed that they had pretty good noise cancellation, and with a bit of tweaking in the mobile app, good sound as well. The latter wasn’t a major concern for me as I mostly listen to podcasts, although I did adjust the EQ a little to even out the sound, make it a bit brighter, counteract the bass-heavy and somewhat muddy tuning that the cans come with.

When I’m reading I usually either have white noise going (the sound of rain - something about reading while it’s raining soothes me) or I’m listening to classical music. Can’t listen to podcasts because that would take attention away from the book: I reserve those for when I’m commuting.

But mostly I got the headphones because you can see them. They’re not hidden. They’re not subtle. They are, in fact, fairly big and obvious. I got the blue ones. Black ones would fade into my hair, I think, and there were sort of champagne-coloured ones but they weren’t in stock and I didn’t like them anyway. These blue ones suit me fine, only I managed to get a couple of drops of chocolate sauce on the ear cushion, and even after I wiped them off there’s a couple of brown dots but I can live with that.

So you can imagine me, in the twilight, sitting in the park, with my headphones on, reading my book, pausing occasionally to sip my tea, looking up if I sense someone going past, nodding and smiling at the neighbours, waving at the horde of small boys on bicycles when they go (sometimes when they buy water from the corner shop they have trouble opening the bottles and if I happen to be there they ask me to help so now I regularly wind up twisting open bottles for all of them and in return if they see me they whoop and ring their bells), and mostly having a peaceful enough time because the headphones signal to most people (correctly) that I CAN’T HEAR THEM.

Except for this guy, who stopped, stood next to me (I didn’t notice him) and talked at me, and then I turned, and looked at him, and noticed he was a deliveryman, and he was still talking, and I pulled one ear-cup away from my head (which stops whatever’s playing, oh the wonders of technology) only to hear him ask me, painfully slowly, as though I was some kind of idiot, or someone who doesn’t understand English, where block 123 was. And I’m not an idiot, and my English is far from perfect but more than functional, and the real problem is that I had noise-cancelling headphones on and the sound of the rain going. So I looked up at him (because I was sitting down, and he was standing up, and even then I was close to being at eye-level with him because I am tall and he is not-tall) and asked him to repeat himself.

“Sorry, what?” I said.

And then he asked me again, where block 123 was. That’s when I turned my head, slowly, slowly to one side, till I was looking at the side of the block of flats next to me, where the number of the block was painted, much, much larger than life, exactly the number of the block that he was looking for because I was sitting next to it, and then I pointed to it, and asked, tremulously, as though I wasn’t sure, “Block 123?”

I was so amused I forgot to be annoyed because really, if you can’t see a giant “123” painted on the side of a block of flats while you’re looking for it then I shouldn’t be surprised that he didn’t see the big blue earphones I was wearing. I went back to my book because I wanted to know how Monkey was going to get out from under the mountain that Buddha had plonked on top of him.

[deadsoop]

living as an autistic person day to day is incredibly difficult. every day i see the fundamental differences between myself and my more neurotypical peers, and i can't help but be envious. however, there is something incredibly special and funny about my one person telling me after the fact she had been trying to /hint/ to me that she wanted me to do something is very hilarious. because to her, and from an outside view, im just so oblivious to every single subtlety that she tries to send me, constantly moving onto a new task or thinking too hard about one thing. but to me, the thought of her trying to get me to do something never even crossed my mind. i'm just over here, with my stick. it's a really nice stick. very sturdy.

[jino-stuff]

Apparently I was in a long term relationship for over 4 years???? And I just found out??? Bc my best friends and my sister just told me today that my (not) friend and I behaved like girlfriends???? And that my mourning from that relationship was the one of a romantic breakup???? And they told me FIVE YEARS LATER!?!?

[jupitersays]

Watching Despicable Me for the millionth time and I just realized the pyramid in Vector’s yard painted like the sky.

[schehzerade]

Why am I just learning in friggin' 2025 that you can play as Ganondorf in Diablo III? What rock have I been under?! I'm a failure as a gamer.

My roomie: "Hey, you should play this since you like Guild Wars and Elden Ring."

Me: *finds the transmog screen*: