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dindjarindiaries · 9 months ago
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All of you who saw me refuse to make my disappointments about season 3 public for the past year seeing me air out my honest opinions today
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sunnydayzes · 20 days ago
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Dina couldn't believe it. Michael Bachelor! She had heard he had become a bit of a recluse after the back-breaking injury that had caused him to retire from professional sports in his early twenties. He had used his money to buy a ranch in the middle of Chestnut Ridge, and spent his time raising horses and selling them off to make champion bloodlines. He also, apparently, owned a few rental properties in - partnership with Landgraab Industries.
"My papa used to watch you. You were his favorite." Dina said, sadly, not really wanting to talk about her father. It was always a sore subject for her, and it didn't matter how many years it had been since he had walked out on them - it still hurt the same.
"Well, I appreciate that. Tell him I thank him for his support.", he said, kindly, a crinkle in the corner of his eyes. Dina couldn't help but think about how attractive he was to her. She had never really thought herself the type to be interested in older men, but there was something about Michael that drew her in.
"So, Michael, I hope you don't think I'm rude for asking but....how old are you, exactly?", she said, curling the ends of her hair around her fingertips.
"Old enough.", he said, with a smirk, as he leaned forward in his seat. "Old enough to know that I should probably be asking you that question before this conversation goes any further."
"You didn't answer the question, sir.", Dina said, raising her eyebrows and huffing as she crossed her arms and sat back in her sleep.
"I just turned 45 last year. And my dear sister turned 40, even though she tried to convince everyone that she was 39. Again.", he said with a chuckle, tilting his head to the side. "And you?"
Dina bit the bottom of her lip, brushing hair back behind her ear as she rocked in her chair. "Eighteen. My birthday was two weeks ago on May 20th. My sister was technically born May 21st, an hour after me, but we're twins. Funny, right?"
Michael cleared his throat and rose from his chair, reaching out to shake her hand. "Darlin', I'm flattered, but I'm old enough to be your father. I don't think we should explore this any further."
Dina smirked, reaching out to shake his hand, purposefully running her thumb along the back of it. She met his gaze, rising from her seat she stayed as close to him as she could. "You sure you don't want to come in? I could make you some coffee. I'm sure you have a long way to travel back to Chestnut Ridge."
"Well...coffee would be nice.", Michael said, swallowing hard as he allowed Dina to lead him into the apartment. She didn't stop in the kitchen, where her sister was busy cleaning and jamming out to loud music. She pulled him towards the steps that lead to an upper landing, where Michael knew there was a bedroom.
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Before he knew it, she was kissing him, and he wasn't stopping her. He could deny the attraction was intense and it had been a long time since he had been with anyone like this. He allowed himself to give in to the entire situation, as Dina pushed him back onto the bed behind him and climbed on top of him, he knew what was going to happen.
And it was too late to go back.
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ruhlare · 1 year ago
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i appreciate your responses, thank you.
sorry to write again now but something in your response clicked with me. the part where you said i want a sign that at least i hope it wasnt worth nothing.
in choosing him too before it cost me. and it's painful for me to have to deal with the consequences of that cost, in addition to the pain and his complete denial of me (this is why it hurts a lot too, because he denied me in front of people.) i just hope i will be able to accept these soon.
don't be sorry, i had the feeling i understood you well, that's why i am answering in a detailed way and taking my time. he is only worth as much as you pour into him. it's not really about him, but the parts of yourself you left with him. you grieve yourself, and that's okay. what matters is that you look forward, instead of looking back to the things you buried with him you should look forward to the parts of yourself that wait to grow stronger. and don't forget that you are capable of doing this. you lived your life without him until you met him, so you will be able to continue it without him as well.
people like him don't leave a void in your life. you don't need to fill any void, because people like him don't offer you something special. believe me when i say you will meet better people. maybe this all was necessary to make you reflect on your own worth and to appreciate the people in your future more when you finally meet them.
someone who is denying himself by running away from the truth shouldn't affect you. he doesn't even add value to your life.
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alvadee · 3 months ago
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i made myself leftover lunch (wholegrain spaghetti and brokkoli with egg) at 2 pm today, put the small leftovers away again and ate them now at 10 pm, an hour after getting home from work
now my mother is yelling at me again that i should take care of myself and i will pay the price one day because i'm fat and ate late
she also says i would perform eating good and would eat the trash secretly. (which is to a degree true; i have adhd and when i'm unmedicated i often regulate myself with something sweet; doing it secretly since i was a kid obviously has to do with unmasking when i'm alone and the way a heavier kid gets treated when it "eats bad")
according to her i should just have some discipline and starve for the next 12 hours
anyway SOS
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radiodont · 2 years ago
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several things. one: going through ex-terf tumblr is supremely healing and i wholeheartedly recommend it, good luck to all the people currently dragging themselves out of that particular hell
two. almost every ex-terf i could find was deradicalized by one of two things.
A) they left a harmful church/cult/family situation and once they were out of it, they started reexamining their views
B) they met a real-life trans person and, upon realizing that trans people are just regular people and not vicious predators and/or brainwashed waifs, their entire worldview crumbled.
like. that's it. meanwhile, if you ask them why they got into being a terf, it'll almost always be "i was in a really low point in my life and they seemed like the only people who understood me" or "i was 15 and my brain was still easily malleable" or "it felt good to hear that i wasn't imagining misogyny and it spiralled from there". like, the contrast is staggering, and it's no wonder terfs are so hateful and insular; their entire worldview is built around suffering and being victimized and not being able to trust anyone.
it's almost painfully transparent that they're trying to cope with various traumas, but through some lack of accessible help or desire to have a scapegoat, they lashed out. it's a desire for control in a world that's frequently uncontrollable and unfair; it suddenly isn't enough that institutionalized misogyny benefits most white men through a complex system of bias. that's big, and hard to fix, and frustrating, and not knowing who to trust is terrifying. it's much easier to write off all men as inherently unsafe and predatory because then there's no possibility of being hurt.
and into this worldview of fear and paranoia enters trans people. under this lens, if all men are evil and incapable of experiencing joy and fear and love as purely as women do, then there should be no reason for a trans woman to transition except to prey on weak and vulnerable women (which is a layer of internalized misogyny so complex that it would take litres of mane and tail to detangle).
and, under this lens, there's no reason for a trans man to transition except to escape the Inherent Suffering and Oppression that women face. they're so consumed by their worldview of suffering that it's impossible for them to imagine someone doing something to follow a good feeling, rather than escape a bad one. it's this view that also fuels their staunch opinion that trans women are "performing a persona and making a mockery of womanhood"-- seeing someone be unabashedly happy being a woman and engaging in stereotypically feminine things is inconceivable to them. women who enjoy heels and makeup and being sexy are just brainwashed by the patriarchy-- so why would a trans woman, who was raised without that societal pressure, want to do it, except to make a mockery of the Suffering And Tragedy of all womanhood everywhere?
it's all so tangled in trauma and misery and fear, and it's no surprise that almost every ex-terf describes an immediate relief and freedom upon deradicalizing. it's exhausting to operate like half the population is a threat-- i would know, because despite making up a small, small percent of the population, the assault and rape rates among trans people are higher than either cis men or cis women. and despite that, and despite all the laws making it illegal for me and people like me to live happily, and despite all the misinformation and hatred and vitriol, i am joyful. i am kind, and patient, and not once have i ever resorted to kicking someone more marginalized than me to make myself feel better. i feel sorry for terfs, but not sorry enough to forgive them.
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werewolfetone · 4 months ago
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twinliches · 4 months ago
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(grabs you by the shoulders) you have to make room for new experiences in your life. you have to go through the unpleasant work of leaving your comfort zone, even if just for a few minutes at a time. because if you don't, your brain will trick you into stagnation. you will start to believe that the world can barely fit you in it. but that's not true. it's the opposite way around. you can fit the whole word inside of you. your task is only this: to welcome it with open arms
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bumblingbabooshka · 5 months ago
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Vulcan teen on Vulcan [tiktok] saying "I have just lost track of my father in the grocery store." The camera turns to show the viewers the grocery store in which almost every single older middle-aged man has a bowlcut and long robes. Camera turns back to show the teen's face which is expressionless and yet communicates all it needs to.
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macbethz · 2 months ago
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Well I like it but it’s not very well written. Also it’s a visual mess. The plot doesnt make any sense and the creators suck and its politics oscillate from mildly problematic to frankly baffling. I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone. However. the character
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sunsbleeding · 6 months ago
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charlesoberonn · 6 months ago
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This pun is hilarious, but Victor Frankenstein would absolutely not fucking say that.
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eruditetyro · 4 months ago
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good morning let’s hear it for Mildly Cool Outside a round of applause for Mildly Cool Outside
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shrubsparrow · 7 months ago
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It's in the eye of the beholder
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thedemonsurfer · 10 months ago
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A creep is a creep, but that's not special to kinksters, nor is an example of a kinky creep somehow proof that everyone with that fetish is also like them.
“Umm it’s really obvious you have a fetish for fat people” okay i think that’s fine actually. I would prefer to be open about being attracted to fat people rather than tell other people not to be so openly attracted to fatness, something which people do to me with a strange amount of frequency
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molynomials · 1 month ago
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jayvik designs so iconic they only lasted one episode
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