#and then I realized that my approach was all wrong..

[simpurnatural]

"Flustered" || Short-Fic

XO, Kitty - Min Ho Moon x Fem!Reader

Note from Nat: "Back to back Min Ho fics??? Didn't expect to get so much positive feedback. Thanks for going easy on ya girl, I'm still a bit rusty! Enjoy and make sure to wipe that drool off your face babe!"

Warning(s): Spoilers for "XO, Kitty" seasons 1 & 2, A little bit of Smut, Language, Sorta Proofread

As the fall semester came to an end, with everyone not wanting to part ways even for a just a month, Min Ho decides to invite the entire friend group for a winter getaway.

“Where’s Y/n?” Asked Dae which made everyone’s heads turn before the sound of snow crunching was heard.

You approached the group that was currently enjoying the hot tub, arms crossed to keep your robe shut. Min Ho suggested that the hot tub would be best way to relax after a day of travelling

“Hi! Sorry I’m late to the party,” you smiled whilst kicking off your slippers, then sliding your robe off your shoulders.

“Hot damn girl,” Q said, overcame with astonishment. "Drop the workout routine asap please," he joked as everyone's eyes lingered on your figure.

“Oh stop it,” you laughed and rolled your eyes. “This old thing isn’t worth the hype,” you insisted, but everyone would’ve begged to differ.

The navy blue two piece you were sporting hugged all the right places. Your ass and tits looked like they needed saving. The sight was definitely giving body tea.

Everyone watched as you made your descent into the tub and sat in between Kitty and Min Ho. Kitty had given you a small wave whereas Min Ho could barely make eye contact. Various conversations continued but Min Ho remained in an unlike-him-silence.

He wondered how he had not noticed how hot you looked until now. Not saying that looks are everything, but Min Ho felt stuck on how he never gave you a second glance.

"-Right Min Ho?" Dae asks, turning to his best friend who was clearly zoning out.

"Sorry what?" Min Ho replied, snapping out of his trance.

"We're gonna be able to go skiing first thing tomorrow, right?" Dae reiterated, a slight tiredness in his voice due to Min Ho's lack of contribution to the conversation.

"Of course," Min Ho nodded before his gaze back on you, who was too busy chatting with Yuri and Kitty to realizing anything else.

"Woah okay, this is new," Q teased, as his eyes followed Min Ho's. "The bikini has got your eyes lurkin'" he says, making Jin snicker at the observation.

"What are you guys talking about?" you ask with an unaware smile on your lips, Min Ho's eyes instantly looking down.

"Min Ho here seems to have-" Q began.

"Shut it," Min Ho tsked before moving to leave the hot tub.

"Hey, we were just joking," Jin called out as Min Ho shuffled back into the house.

"What was that about?" Yuri questioned, all conversations now put on pause.

"Is Min Ho okay?" Kitty asked, looking to the other boys occupying the hot tub.

"He's just a little flustered," Dae replied, the feeling of worry instantly overcame you.

"Did I do something?" you say wide-eyed but to no response. "I'll go check on him," you say before making your way out of the tub and walking towards the house. "Min Ho?" your voice echoed throughout the home.

You noticed a light coming from inside the kitchen and chose to investigate. There stood Min Ho, chugging a bottle of water with his slim yet toned physique being illuminated by the refrigerator light. He began to cough up said water after realizing your presence.

"Bloody hell, you scared me," he coughed, covering his face with the inside of his elbow. "What is it Y/n?" he asks while shutting the fridge door.

"What's with you?" you quizzed, "Ever since I joined you guys outside, you've been quiet and when I tried to converse with you-you run back inside!" you add with a hint of frustration in your voice.

"It's not my fault-"

"-So it's mine? What did I do wrong?" you cut off, urgently wanting an answer as to why your friend was avoiding you.

"Y/n, it's because y-you literally look like t-that!" Min Ho exclaimed as if it were common knowledge. "How else is a guy supposed to act when you decide walk around wearing something like that?" he questioned.

"Is what I have on not okay? Was there something in my hair?" you blabbered in response, instantly being overcame with the self-conscious feeling.

"It's fact that when I saw you earlier, I wish you didn't have anything on" Min Ho muttered in an almost whisper like volume.

The realization finally hit you, Min Ho had been eyeing you since you stepped into the hot tub. You face flushed a bright red, clearly flattered by the words that just came out of his mouth.

"So what you're saying is-"

"What I'm saying is that you look almost too good," Min Ho said, his voice deep and eyes darkened like a lion about to pounce on his next prey.

The small distance between the two of you shut in almost an instant, his hand cupped the side of your face gently. You could've sworn that the beat of your heart could be heard from miles away.

Your lack of response gave Min Ho time to lift you up and place you on the kitchen counter. Accidentally, you let out a small whimper at the feeling of the cold tile touching your skin. Min Ho felt as if he could've finished off that noise alone.

Standing between your legs, Min Ho's hands traveled all the way back down to your ass. You watched his eyes really take in your body, as if he could drink you up like a glass of water.

"Tell me to stop, and I will" Min Ho whispered as he gave your plump skin a squeeze.

Leaning in with your lips close to his ear, finally you replied, "I don't think I want you to stop".

Min Ho took this as his green light and you felt as his hands unclasped your bikini top. Grabbing the piece of clothing, he tossed away fand his eyes settled on your breast.

Biting his lip, Min Ho took one of each into his hands. "Beautiful. You are so beautiful Y/n," he said with is his accent thick, almost like he was about to melt at the sight of you.

You gasped at the feeling of his breath on your tits, causing a domino effect of butterflies and goosebumps to cover you. Min Ho chuckled at this, rubbing your nipples with his thumb in a circular motion.

Eyes closed; you threw your head back at the sensation before feeling something foreign come in contact with your breast. Min Ho's tongue began exploring your chest. It was as if he was trying to paint a picture.

His grasp on your tits became slightly more secure as he was egged on by your moans. He was marking his territory all over you with bright red hickeys.

Your half assed attempt to stifle your moans was with the palm of your hand. Min Ho however loved how loud you were getting for him and yanked your hand away from your face.

"I want to hear you," he insisted, pulling his lips away from your chest for a mere moment. "I want to hear you all night," he smirked, leaning in for a kiss.

"Uh guys?" a voiced that belonged to Yuri called out. "Is everything alright?" she asked, her voice trailing off into the hallway probably in search of you both.

Min Ho looked down with a smile on his face before getting your swim top from the ground. You quickly put it back on then pulled your hair to the front to cover the marks Min Ho left behind.

"W-we're here Yuri!" you replied hopping off the counter and walking out of the kitchen with Min Ho right behind you.

As Yuri came walking back towards you guys, her head tilted to the side in confusion, "What were you guys doing over there in the dark?"

"Just got some water," Min Ho replied, which seemingly convinced Yuri enough for her to walk back outside. "I'm not done with you yet," he whispered in your ear, giving your ass a slap.

JAN 2025

[arsonistic-tendencies]

Nightmares, Dreams , What difference does it make if I'm Always ending up alone ?

CW: Death, Implied Violence

He shifted , Tossing and turning as he looked up at the sky. Something was wrong... The sky was dark and dreary, The bird perched on his shoulder... Something was wrong with him today?

He always had Painful memories ; Old Civilizations, Kind hands , cold eyes , Angelic beings , they were always the same. a familiar cycle , his death or others , It was confusing , It was always Dark.... like he shouldnt be there.... Something chasing him... or perhaps him chasing something?

It always followed a storyline. Constantly shifting unable to make up its mind

One thing was always consistent John would be there. stand there.... Waiting, Always waiting, Far away somewhere. he'd run as fast as he could upon realization, The Titans, The League All his friends, His family. they'd be there in the distance. once he finally caught up to cling to the father he'd been searching for. Gave up his ???????? for.

The earth crumbled beneath him. As it always did, He'd Fall. A green pit breaking his fall whispering him things. Things that hurt to think about

He'd stare at the empty void familiar and melancholy. Everyone always left. the cruel part of the wheel of life... No matter how dearly he clung to it. he was always left behind watching... Guiding. How he always longed to join them. And then he DID

"John!-... N-No no no no please!" He begged falling to his knees. Speaking with a voice and words he didn't recognize. He clutched at Devils Trumpets gripping the white flowers tightly as they turned to ash as he held them. "I - I just... I just got you back " He sobbed.

A dark figure approached him. Taking the shape of his sister Alazne she opened her arms offering comfort he immediately took it her gaze was sad as he felt the familiar prick. "Alazne?...." He asked quietly. he's been through this before? he looked around swaying his his vision swirled......

Right The battlefield.... Screams left and right as he collapsed to the ground. He should have DIED here. Along with everything else. Maybe thats why everyone left him.... Feared him even... He was an Anomaly, a cockroach as John liked to call himself it was in a Constaintine's blood.... Blood son or not

He acted too much like Him... Looked like him if he tried hard enough, Same gruff demeanor, Same cowardice... He was exhausted. how long had he been 17? How long had he spent making Deals, Contracts, For even the slim chance he'd find his john and it would all go back to normal... He wiped at the blood dribbling down his chin...

He fidgeted anxiously, Maybe it was out of a desire to feel loved... to feel wanted... to have purpose.... to not wander aimlessly. He'd been alone since the earth was created and he'd be alone when he saw the end of it. The Cycle of Life and Death was always cruel and unforgiving .... And yet so beautiful and peaceful...

He shot up awake looking around nervously... Was he sweating? His throat felt like it was closing..... where was he?!?? He looked around anxiously... His hair was a mess and he was covered in blood.... wonderful! He thought sarcastic, He fidgeted at the sleeves of his shirt placing the doll he clung to down before looking around.

[misty-memories09]

I've been thinking about S.P.E.W and it's failure alot.

Well, where she went wrong was with her approach. The idea was totally nice, no one deserves to be a slave and house elves were treated miserably. The problem came with her attitude about it, she's pretty close minded it's something I briefly talked about in this post. In it I mentioned about S.P.E.W in the second paragraph, this is the specific line I'm talking about :

She's quick at thinking that others are wrong and generally does not like to think from other perspectives.

This was her biggest mistake that lead to S.P.E.W being totally useless and unfruitful. The truth is, house elves are treated so horribly that they themselves do not recognise/realise that what is happening to the is wrong. Hermione created S.P.E.W. to promote the liberation and rights of house-elves, who are treated as enslaved workers in the wizarding world. She believed that house-elves should receive wages, pensions, and other benefits similar to those of regular workers.

What she did not do was communicate, the flow of ideas only happen when you communicate, if the house elves themselves do not realise that what's happening to them is absolutely disgusting then how do you expect them to support your cause? And how do you expect for your cause to be fruitful if the people who you're trying to work for do not promote this?

An argument used against her by other characters is generally that house elves want to be treated like this. How does she solve this? Arguing back even louder. Not trying to improve the root of the cause or just ignore the people saying this because they are objectively wrong to say this, not in a way that house elves do not like being enslaved but the fact that it is absolutely disgusting to say this.

She tries to free them against will, by knitting hats for them and tricking them into being freed instead of...you know? Trying to talk to them and also listen to their views because this idea is actually pinned down in their brains that it's in their nature to submit to their masters. If you do NOT communicate with the community your trying improve the living standards of, if said community is not educated due to a viscious cycle, you can not expect them to be on your side.

She had also been completely impatient and forced Ron, Harry and Neville — people who do not quite agree with her — to join her. Which, is just stupid. If you're making an organisation you should be recruiting people who are willing for it to be more effective. On top of that Hermione is not a good leader, she's too bossy, she does not believe that there is a ‘right’ opinion except her own, forcibly tries to recruit people, does not know how to actually work effectively about her cause.

let's be real here, change doesn't happen overnight as she expected it too, she disbanded it but that's a mistake, the fact she gave up on it is a mistake, the fact she did not try to go further with a different approach is a mistake. These kinds of things take time and her impatience and unwillingness to listen to others became the downfall of S.P.E.W all this without a greater effort to gain a deeper understanding of the issue.

Aside from this, I decided to look online to see others view on this and...

Despite this, I believe that the way Hermione Granger made and promoted SPEW goes against her character and the way she would really behave. If Hermione did her research well, she would have easily realized that the majority of house-elves are happy and that SPEW would have offended them. The way she put out the hats in the Gryffindor common room was stupid of her, and Hermione – being the cleverest of the trio – should have realized that the house-elves wouldn’t take the hats. If I was Hermione, when she was promoting this organization for protecting house-elves, I would have focused more on stopping house-elf abuse, not attempting to free them.

This is...a take, to say the least. My intentions are not to start any fights or anything but this is crediting Hermione way too much. I s'pose this is a stan, because all I ever see is stans just overlooking the character's flaw and honestly, S.P.E.W. could be seen as a way to show her flaws. Also, saying that she shouldn't have attempted to free the house elves...feels really really gross.

Yes, the person said that they would've focused more on stopping the house-elf abuse but...this is basically saying that house elves should stay enslaved, not directly but the meaning is right there. And no, the house elves living conditions would not improve if they're still enslaved because they do not have a say in anything, their masters can still abuse their powers over them AND you can never guarantee that they are actually getting treated wrong, so the last statement is objectively wrong.

I personally believe that if Hermione had been more sensetive, communicated with the community she is trying to work for and recruited people who believe in her cause, she would've reached atleast one point. It's obvious freeing the house elves would be a long drawn process, had she been more patient with everything i just stated, I believe S.P.E.W could have not been such a great failure.

Tl;dr : It was not the idea but her approach that was flawed, and it is related with her flaws as a person itself. The idea was great but the execution? Not so much.

[ichbinmeltdown]

I've met a lot of people who are over 30 and I'm approaching 30 myself. Tbh I've come to realize a lot of the 30+ fans are a lot nicer and more understanding.

I have a lot of issues with not being mature enough for my age, likely on account of having autism and BPD- and I've made a commitment to myself that even when I'm like 60 I'm still going to do fandom stuff. People judging me for having that in mind are really just making me feel even more like I'm defective- and worst of all, they're insinuating that there's something wrong with my friends for having these hobbies. They've been a huge inspiration to me and more or less restored my faith in fandom as a whole.

How the hell could you possibly see any of this as a bad thing, that they've been honing their art/writing craft for so long, and that I'm very inspired by them and I want to hone my hobby too for the rest of my life?!

Fandom Problem #7211:

As someone who's almost 30, I legitimately do not understand why people on this site treat you like you're totally geriatric and incapable of having hobbies or interests. It's always "lol this person is THIRTY, they must have no life!!". I find age is weaponized most of all with censorship advocates who go, "imagine being 30 and still shipping characters on TUMBLR 💀".

[obsesssedblerd]

uuughghh,, it makes it so much more complicated when one person approaches a relationship with the intentions and desires for it to become romantic and the other is only seeing friendship.

so im so TORN on reader. like, on the one hand, I get the guys being confused and hurt bc you were so deeply entrenched in their lives and suddenly you disappeared, where did their friend go without an explanation?? It's not their fault that they don't return the feelings they have no idea you even have.

but then ofc I also understand reader, bc I need time to recover!! let me lick my wounds in peace and stop making me feel bad about it by actually noticing that I've withdrawn!!! and not only do I realize not only do you see me as just a "good friend", you're romantically interested in MY friend, so now I'm hurt and insecure, not just disappointed. also, maybe it sounds like an ulterior motive, but I'm not gonna keep putting in gf level effort when I realize we were not on the same page (thinking specifically of toji and suguru tbh).

and yeah!! you're gonna be kind of an asshole when you're hurt, even when it's not actually their fault!! how are you supposed to get over it and move on if you keep interacting the same?? really, this is something that reader should really tell them, like "hey, I need to take a break bc I'm in love w you and you asked me to hook you up w my friend, so I realized I needed some space thx" but no one is going to humiliate themselves like that lmfao

i really do feel for the guys bc they are hurt AND confused. but. reader isn't wrong either . 😔 I cant tell at all how part 4 is gonna turn out 😭

giggling and kicking my feet at this response 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 so happy that a lot of you are looking at both sides of this messed up equation! 💖

[bromcommie]

If you are alone, that is the quietest, most personal hell. And James, it is very hard to escape.

(an oldie but a goodie, for the most part.)

[wereh0gz]

Is my discomfort with my boobs gender dysphoria, body dysmorphia, or just a general discomfort with the sensations of having a human body that comes with possible neurodivergency

[erikftglitter]

Terry Always Knows..

You knew that you shouldn’t do it, but the hyper-independent woman that you were conflicted your decision. The crib wouldn’t be that hard to put together. The hardest part was getting the large box up the stairs. Terry was aware of the package being delivered today and requested that you leave the task to him, but here you are circling the box and picturing how beautiful it would look in the nursery.

In your opinion this was Terry’s fault. All of it was. It was his fault for approaching you three years ago. It was his fault for being as handsome as he is and now it was his fault that you were pregnant and breathless. Stupid men and their stupid charm. He was out grocery shopping for the three of you and assured you that he’d be home soon. He was more than a team player during this transition. Terry spent the last few months rebuilding the house and preparing for the arrival of the first born.

It took quite some effort for him to convince you that he was serious. Transitioning from a bachelor to a father in six months was not common nor practical, but Terry was sleeping on several secrets. He was the one who had been worried about you not wanting to be exclusive. You were exceptionally beautiful, college educated, and traveled a lot for work, in his eyes he was just an option for you to choose from. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

The dynamic between you two was backwards but you can’t change the order in which it happened. You two joked about keeping the not-dating-until-mom-was-pregnant away from your child for as long as possible. Terry was everything that you imagined him to be and you often felt yourself gushing like a school girl all over again. He was selfless and he was dependable. He learned you fast and you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t overwhelmed by it.

You weren’t used to being studied by someone. He trained himself to familiarize himself with your daily routine so that you could do less. He silently restocked your toiletries and beauty essentials when you were low. He made your chai each morning the way that you loved it, and he rarely allowed you drive anywhere unless you were adamant about needing independence, which was rare as your body grew tired.

He knew when you were lying too. The first couple of times when you left the bed in the middle of night because of the cramps keeping you awake, had you pacing around the house searching for relief. You would try to be as quiet as possible but Terry always felt the lack of body heat and came searching for you.

“You know that you can wake me up. Right?”

“Yeah I know but-”

“Come here I’ll warm up your heating pad.”

The next time he felt you leave the bed, he was quite amused by the sight of you. You were caught in the kitchen at 3am with a pint of ice cream after your doctor suggested that you start eating more yogurt instead.

“Having fun?” You were startled by the sound of Terry’s voice and the flickering of the lights that followed.

The lid of the ice cream was somewhere abandoned and you were throughly enjoying your pregnancy craving.

“Don’t judge me.” You sigh. “It’s the baby.” You declare as Terry smiles at you.

“I know but this means that you need calcium my love. Can we try the yogurt next time?” He pleads as he approaches you, tasting the spoonful that you offered to his mouth. You watch as his tongue peeks out to clean the dessert from his lips in awe. The hormones were driving you crazy.

The hormones were a lot. You would consider your sex drive prior to pregnancy slightly above average but now you are constantly reminded of why you were pregnant in first place. Terry loved it. He never grew tired of the feeling of finishing inside of you. The routine made you realize how important it was that you got on birth control postpartum. The sexual chemistry between the two of you would guarantee another pregnancy immediately and you were NOT down to have two under two.

The crib laid on the floor silently but you were still not sold on waiting for Terry. How hard would it be to get it upstairs and build it? You seen multiple people, usually the dads, build it on YouTube and you felt confident enough to do it. The vibration of your phone silenced your thoughts.

“Don’t even think about it. Be home soon.”

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend’s message. He probably seen the package being delivered by the front door camera. He was very adamant about you nesting and letting him do everything. You knew that he was doing the right thing but you hadn’t done anything by yourself in months and were starting to feel upset. You felt a chunk of your pride collapse and everything that you’ve been ignoring came through flooding at once. You don’t notice that you’re sobbing until you feel the weight of someone lifting you from the floor.

“What’s going on?” Terry asked, his own eyes slightly glossy. He hated seeing you upset.

“I’m okay.” You sniffle and softly pull away from his grasp. He doesn’t let you go and frowns at your declaration.

“Y/N.” He urges. He didn’t like when you would shut down. He would sit here until you started talking and didn’t care about the groceries wasting away in the car.

“I just want my freedom back.” You admit. It felt selfish to admit. You loved this baby but this was foreign to you. You couldn’t work, couldn’t shop, could barely exercise, it wasn’t safe for you to socialize with everyone smoking and vaping everywhere and the crib was just the cherry on top of those complicated feelings.

“I know baby. I thank you for allowing us to have this wonderful opportunity to start a family, but I know it comes with some excruciating pain and sacrifices. We are almost at the end, I promise. Junior will be here soon.” Terry’s holding your belly up as he speaks to you. He watches as your eyes become softer as he holds weight of your baby. You didn’t realize how much of a relief that would provide.

“And how do you know it’s a boy?” You eye him suspiciously. You two opted to be surprised during the delivery and hadn’t discussed the gender since.

“I just know.”

[ 2.5 Months Later ]

The gentle feeling of soft kisses along your face woke you up from your sleep. You smile softly at Terry looking down at you.

“Didn’t mean to wake you.” He quietly mumbles. You gently push your body against the headboard to prop yourself up to see him.

“You can’t sleep?” You ask, a small yawn escaping from your mouth. He shakes his head and pulls you closer to him.

“You know that you can check on the baby without me T.” You suggest. He looks at you but turns his head quickly. There was something there that you hadn’t noticed before. “What’s going on Terry?” You ask. You were beginning to feel a bit worried now.

“I’m scared Y/N.” He admits a few moments of silence. “I don’t want to hurt him.” He adds. His voice isn’t as strong as it usually is and you scoot closer to him. This was his first time ever voicing something this vulnerable to you.

“You would never hurt him Terry.” You softly grab his face. “He’s a fighter just like his daddy.” You add before placing a small kiss to his lips.

“Come on let’s go check on him.” You guide him to your son’s nursery. You two hover over his sleeping frame, his small fists balled up. He was perfect. He was born a few weeks early but he was healthy.

“Look at him. We made this.” You whisper to Terry who’s starring down at him. “You’re doing a great job T.” An audible breath comes from your son and you two smile at him. He looks so peaceful in the crib that Terry put together. There at the bottom engraved his full name.

Terrance Nasir Richmond II

“We have nothing but time to get this right. Okay?” You beckon.

“Okay.” Terry pulls you into a tight hug and you almost miss his statement, “Thank goodness you came back.”

Hey babe , Do you plan on making a part two to Terry Knows ?

Would anyone like that? 👀

[purplecelestial-buddy]

New year, new me, new pinned post..?

Hi! I'm Aster, and if you were to ask a fun fact about me I would say that:

✧ My name has to do with a flower named after its star shape🪻⭐

✧ The most famous Aster I can think of is Ari Aster ( a movie director) , coincidentally I was a film student in far away past.

✧ Aster reminds me of Asterion, the minotaur from the labyrinth myth. ←As seen by the way my brain works, I'm one of those mythology obssessed people.

Additionally, and perhaps the most important but not particularly fun fact is that I love art in all it's ways, shapes and forms. Literature, music, movies, writing. The specifics never matter, I'm always down to experience and learn about it. Which means I blog about whatever narrative is consuming my soul at that time.

The ones that have been living in mind for some years now are:

✧Full metal alchemist

✧Hirano to Kagiura and, to a lesser extent, Sasaki to Miyano

✧Given (not so much the sequel, I still have complex feelings about that one)

And probably many more that I'm forgetting rn. Believe me, brain empty but also brain perpetually full with references, which means that I never shut up.

So yeah, if you can take my constant yapping about Hirano Taiga we could be friends and probably get along lol.

This is the closest we'll get to a face reveal lol.

5th? I think, fun fact of the day: I think the coolest design decision you can take is making the character a redheads. However, through my life my favs have always been blonds. Kudos to you if you recognize the 3 of them lol.

[chisungie]

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[fandesinae]

expanding on my tags on the last post, the reason i kinda interpreted that way is bc i HC alastor as being actually antisocial. like, not the Spooky Sociopath Villain Mastermind tropey thing, but actually a person with ASPD. i think he displays it super fucking accurately in many ways, including this trying to control everything, sow discord, and hurt/manipulate others, but not actually succeeding at it to this mystical, nigh supernatural, way that you see in media that wants to prop "psychopathy/sociopathy" up as a uniquely evil boogeyman.

sure, he's a terrible person and a literal murderer, but he's also a disordered human being. he missed a huge opportunity to be very successfully manipulative over his target. why?

because he was bored.

chronic boredom that genuinely fucks up your life by making you miss opportunities, lose valuable relationships, and put yourself in danger is a hallmark of genuine antisocial personality disorder. yes, there was a perfect opportunity to manipulate charlie in that scene. but he didn't take it. because even though pushing a wedge between her and her partner may have been a productive move for his goals (like potentially isolating her for more control), he didn't take that chance, because talking about her relationship was super fucking boring.

he's not magically better at being evil and manipulative simply because he's disordered. in fact his disorder makes him worse at it than someone else with equally evil desires might be, imo.

[nobodybetterlookatme]

I've never heard of emts working only at events? What's that like for you if you don't mind my asking?

Yeah, there are ambulance companies that staff certain events, but there's some event specific companies out there lmao. For me specifically, it's almost entirely college events, whether it's happening on a campus or not. It's not great, usually pretty boring, but it's better than being on an ambulance or in a hospital. We do get actual emergencies sometimes, but usually it's just getting drunk people to the tent or giving out water and bandaids lmao. Again, boring as fuck, but I chose this over working on a 911 rig, so that's on me 😔 if I'm being so real tho, other than my coworkers, the best part of the job is the food lmaoooo it's so good and all the food trucks/food booths give discounts or free food to us depending on the location and event. And there's almost always a ton of downtime, so I basically just get paid to sit there and vibe for the most part

[nandermoenthusiast]

oh my god i got so emotional SHUT UUUUUP

[arionaleilani]

how tf did me facetiming someone i matched with on tinder turn into them giving me unsolicited advice about giving people your full attention after i already let them know that i recently got diagnosed as adhd and it’s hard for me to focus on just one thing/person and then them telling me that “based on my behavior” they think i’m autistic like ?? didn’t ask, we literally started messaging each other like a day ago, even if i am autistic (which wouldn’t be a bad thing if i am) when has it ever been socially acceptable to tell someone you JUST MET that you think they’ve got some kind of mental disorder/illness/disability/etc.

my friends have mentioned that i might be autistic and that’s fine bc i’ve spent a lot of time with them and they actually know me and i take their perspective of me very seriously because they’re the people who see me 100% unfiltered and have known me whenever i’ve been completely unmedicated. i trust their word.

this person from tinder, however, i have sent like maybe 20-30 messages to where we talked about nanowrimo and i was like omg it’d be so cool to meet someone who also writes, whether it’s as friends or as more, i would love that—only for our facetime call to be less than 20 minutes long and for them to try and diagnose me as autistic just because i, after ALREADY TELLING THEM that i have adhd and after them asking about meds and me telling them that i haven’t taken my adhd meds today because i didn’t have work and also i’ve taken multiple naps today which has made my head even more foggy and made it even harder than usual to focus, found it difficult to focus.

like. i wasn’t unresponsive. i wasn’t ignoring them. i was listening and i was responding, i just also was looking between my phone and my laptop screen.

which okay i understand that maybe i’m just frustrated because of the “based on your behavior” comment because an 18 minute facetime call does not give someone enough interaction time to try and fucking diagnose me as anything, and maybe this is more of a we just didn’t vibe and that’s fine, i don’t think they’re like a bad person or anything and if nothing else i’m glad the mismatched vibes were felt before deciding to meet up or anything, but also.

eighteen minutes. literally eighteen minutes and they fucking “based on your behavior i think you’re autistic” and “here’s some advice, when meeting new people you should give them your full attention”

FUCK that.

[machinavocis]

ok actually, speaking of: i would like to take this moment to publicly acknowledge the fact that, last time i had a tumblr, i got in at least two separate reblog-chain arguments with @brotheralyosha where i was doing some version of NOPE YOU’RE WRONG CAPITALISM CAN BE GOOD ACTUALLY YOU’RE JUST GENERALIZING FROM BAD LIFE EXPERIENCES. and the reason that i remember so clearly that this happened is because, on multiple occasions over the past 4ish years, i’ve had cause to look back on those conversations and say--sometimes loudly, in the middle of unrelated conversations, causing a probably-unnecessary amount of surprise and confusion--the sentence “GOD FUCKING DAMMIT MY COMMUNIST FRIEND WAS RIGHT ABOUT THIS TOO.” 

[iron-niffler]

i really hate assignment deadline that fall on weekends because if it's not a recurring thing and already part of my routine i WILL put it off till the weekend and i WILL completely forget about