#but the part not about sharing doesn't make me anxious so i still appreciate it

[bloggingboutburgers]

Hey, allo anon with an ace partner here. I wanted to say thank you so much for the well wishes! I figured I would send this in here again, so anyone else who is curious about what this experience looks like from the other side can see it.

My girlfriend came out to me a little over 2 years into our relationship. At the time it surprised me a lot, because she'd never given me any signs that she wasn't enjoying what we were doing. After we talked more I understood that she wasn't repulsed by sex and she didn't hate it, but she didn't really love it either and wanted to stop doing it for a while (so a sex-neutral ace).

Honestly, at the time, I did get anxious about it. Not just because of social conventions, but because I had viewed sex as an important bonding part of our relationship. I don't do well with change, and I was super worried about how a lack of sex would change our dynamic. I also had some insecurities about my own body, and my girlfriend admitting that she didn't see me as sexy was upsetting. But after speaking to my therapist, I realized that I was projecting my own issues on to the relationship. So I spoke with her again, and she reassured me that she wanted to be with me, and that she was confiding these feelings because she trusted me. She likes how I look, she just doesn't have the same sexual impulses I do.

So, I realized this was pretty much like cuddling. I love physical touch a lot, and I want to cuddle for a much longer time than she does. I like it when someone lies on top of me. She doesn't want me on top of her chest during cuddling. She still cuddles with me, but she tells me when she's satisfied, and we stop.

A few months went by, and I noticed that she wasn't spending any less time with me; she was actually spending more. We would still call every evening when we didn't meet up in person, we would still joke around, and she still told me she loved me and did everything she could to show it to me. We also began trying out new stuff together, and playing games and watching stuff more often. We also still had plenty of physical intimacy with things like cuddling and kissing, which made me really happy.

I realized that I didn't feel like anything was missing from the relationship. I just needed her to show and tell me she loved me in the ways she normally did. Sure, I am still attracted to her that way, but it wasn't something that would make or break the relationship.

It's been years since she came out, and at this point, I never expect anything sexual. It happens rarely, and I always check in with her multiple times before and during. We stop at any point she tells me. There are quite a few hard boundaries about what is and isn't off limits, and I always keep them in mind. I would rather satisfy myself forever than make her uncomfortable, and she knows it.

It's been over 5 years and we are still going strong. I am hoping to ask her to marry me in the next few years, because honestly, I can't picture wanting anyone else by my side. She is kind, funny, beautiful, intelligent, and treats me well. I could never ask for anything more from a partner.

Thank you SO MUCH for sharing. I myself definitely lack knowledge of what it feels like from an allo's perspective, so this was very educational for me, but beyond that... You have no idea how much hope this gives me.

From you being aware of how much sex meant to you in the context of your relationship and still being fine without it, to just... Heck, even your therapist for not blaming her for the situation. Therapy is still very much, in my country at least, an area where the absence or lower levels of sexual attraction will be hastily labelled as something wrong physically or mentally, so... Yeah, the amount of relief I felt reading that, you have no idea. And I can only imagine how much your partner appreciates it too.

Honestly I teared up a bit reading this - I sincerely wish you guys all the best and I hope you have a bright future ahead! (Also fun fact, seems you guys have been together as long as my partner and I have, it's nice to be able to relate to that too hehe^^)

[torasplanet]

What about baby daddy dabi and reader have a new baby (a girl) and adjusting to having two kids and how is kaede as a big brother?

just like kaede, this baby girl would be a simple accident because Dabi likes to fuck raw and somehow he put a baby in you. plan b doesn't always work and you had to find out the hard way.

the two of you weren't that scared like when kaede was first discovered because back then, the two of you were toxic as shit, constantly fighting and still doing it when he was born but now you're better so it wouldn't be that hard. the hard part would be kaede adjusting to this stuff because, you two had never brought up the idea of another sibling to him.

"hey kai, what are you doing?" you asked as you and dabi walked into his room, kaede looked up and blinked up at the two of you as he dropped his race car down the raceway he had built. "playing cars. you wanna play?" he asked grabbing two cars and holding them up to you and dabi with a bright smile that almost made you cry.

dabi grabbed his car and inspected the scorch marks on the tiny car before raising an eyebrow at his son. "sorry, i got excited." the toddler said while giggling as you placed your car on the raceway. "okay...but we wanted to know if you wanted a baby sibling?" the older man asked as you and kaede began racing your cars.

"no."

you stop and look at dabi with anxious eyes "why not?" you ask your child and he shrugs carelessly keeping his eyes on the cars. "i don't want to share and baby are noisy. uncle natsu's baby cries really loud when i went there." he says not even understanding what you were trying to tell him but this just made it harder.

"but y'know, wouldn't you want someone to like...hang out with? you're pretty lonely." dabi said trying to back you up but this time kaede looked at him. it wasn't a hateful look but he didn't look happy. he kind of just...stared at dabi. it was haunting. fuck, he needs to stop bringing that kid around tomura.

it scared dabi honestly. "no." well, there was no convincing kaede. he just had to find out when your stomach started getting big.

when the baby girl was born, kaede...it wasn't hate but he definitely did not like her. he would give that same stare he gave dabi to her in her little seat, he was grumpy and complained how she cried all the time and he clearly did not like her.

especially when she started crawling...oh god, he already had to share his room and now she could move around it and touch his stuff??? oh no, he did not like this. if she took his stuff he'd start crying immediately and then she would. it was not good. don't even get me started on how he'd literally erupt in fire when she touched his adventure time stuff.

but then something switched, and you know what it was? kaede had gotten into his evil little boy phase all thanks to tomura and denki and had started playing pranks. but then he figured it out that he could just have his sister do it because she can't even talk, she won't get in trouble.

he would make her sit on the ground in the hallway and pull the string when dabi walked by and hide when he fell. kaede definitely started loving her when he found out that he could make her do things like that because neither of them would get in trouble.

when you found this out you only prayed that he'd grow out of this by the time she's old enough to gain a personality.

©torasplanet .ᐟ reblogs and likes are very appreciated! pls do not repost!!

[kitsuvil]

— confines [picturesque/ayato smau]

[ masterlist ] — last chapter of the first arc ! this has a written part

I rubbed at the crust in my eyes, knowing that there was no plausible way for me to actually fall asleep again. Being in such close proximity with Ayato made my heartbeat spike, despite having told myself multiple times that it's a normal reaction and doesn't really mean anything. What could it possibly mean, anyway?

It's nothing new to feel excited or have adrenaline when you're with someone you appreciate. Of course, I never felt this way with any of my friends, but perhaps it was just a new platonic feeling. Right. Just platonic.

My gaze fell on his sleeping face, quiet and at peace. Until he slowly opened his eyes and stared at me, disoriented confusion glazed over his squinting eyes. "[Name]?" He looked around. "What time is it?" Ayato yawned like a tired cat.

"It's still morning. I'm sorry for accidentally staying the night, on your couch with you no less," the last part came out in a whisper. "As long as you had a pleasant sleep." Ayato's morning voice had an alluring rasp to it, some of his words slurring together.

"The sleep was fine, but after waking up... I can't say the same," I laughed in pity of my churning stomach. I did this to myself, so I couldn't whine and complain, but the more I sat around, the worse it felt. Silly hot pot challenge.

"I would question it, but I think I already know why."

"This is your fault for making me add the weirdest ingredients into the hotpot. And Thoma still won against me."

"You two share the competitive spirit," Ayato laughed as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and attempted to get up. "Do you need me to take you home?"

He stretched his limbs out from the stiff position he was sleeping in, and I couldn't help but admire his look in the mornings. Only he would look so charming after a night of sleeping on the couch.

"I would say yeah... But this couch is so comfortable. What if I stay here."

"You're welcome to, I won't stop you," Ayato's eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"If I go home, it means I have to return to the daily routine of doing more and more classwork. Tomorrow is Monday, and immediately, I'm back to the same schedule," I sighed. "On top of that, my stomach is gluing me to this couch..." I trailed off awkwardly as my stomach grumbled.

"Aren't you enjoying your time in university? Majoring in photography and all, doing what you love?"

Ayato sat back down on the couch beside me. I wasn't going to elaborate any further, but with how willing he was to listen and the distraction to my stomach pain, I found myself bringing more thoughts to the open world.

"Of course. But what else do I face other than assigned work and unwilling projects?"

I continued, not wasting a chance to get my words out. "I feel privileged to be studying my dream already, but the more I struggle to keep up, the more it feels like a chore."

There was no way Ayato would have felt this. Being forced to sit through courses when all you really want is to be out there. He's the one who had the ability for a sudden trip overseas and was able to experience so much. Not to mention, he willingly began to attend. He's skilled, but it was already laid out for him.

And it makes me feel like I'm falling behind.

I didn't want to look at him negatively, I knew how hard he worked, so perhaps the problem was with me. University made me feel like a cooped up farm animal.

"[Name], if you feel this way, why wouldn't you speak about it earlier on? Not in a pressuring way, but you shouldn't have to bottle up frustrations like this. Part of the reason why I'm so successful is because I learned to speak for myself early on."

The fatigue of the situation was almost completely gone as adrenaline took over, part of me anxious that I was whining about my personal thoughts to Ayato like this. "It's for the exact reason I mentioned earlier. It's already such a special thing to attend Teyvat Uni for photography, which is why I shouldn't be expecting more."

"Do you know why I began to attend in the first place?"

"Because you wanted to fool around and get a taste of this life?" I laughed, slightly sarcastic.

"Not at all. [Name], I signed up for this university to meet people, great people like you who have so much potential. There are many students who visibly dull their own shine by putting themselves up against people who do things differently. Do not contain yourself to a single box when the world is out there waiting for you."

"But the world is like a galaxy away when I'm confined to projects and such."

"It doesn't have to be. Just because you set yourself to this standard does not mean you belong in it. Humanity is unique. Perhaps this confined life just isn't meant for you."

I pursed my lips, pondering over his advice. A leap into the world without formal education was like a leap into the abyss.

"How about this, next time I have a place I want to visit, we'll travel together. We can come up with ideas for your future. Two brains are better than just one, right?"

I had to laugh at his poor attempt to drag me into his strange and successful life. However,

"Fine. But if it doesn't work, I'm going back to drowning in assignments."

I fell into that sirenlike attempt.

"Thank you for hearing me out... For now, I think you need something to help with that stomach bug. How does some soup sound?" Ayato stood back up.

"Soup? I'm not sure if my stomach can take any more weird things. Is this your girl math at trying to cancel one with the other?"

I felt warm from his words. It's like a few photos had finally printed out, and there was a new stack of film sitting in my heart.

"No! I promise, it's the soup Thoma makes for us when we're unwell... I just don't know how well it'll turn out. I never do this kind of thing. There's a reason Thoma is like a mother to us... but I can try."

"Then, I'm sure even your suspicious attempt will work to improve my health. Thank you. For trying to not only make me feel better physically, but for being here to listen to my strange sick ramblings."

— hehe this chapter has much cuties much fluff much comfort!! unfortunately couldnt translate that in just photos aaaa </3 taking a few days from writing as a break until act 2 starts teehee

— taglist; @griseoo @fangygf @boxxd @driftwoodmanor @meigalaxy @kyon-cherri @xiaossocksniffer @quacking-simp @kaitfae @imgayandshesanime @lxry-chxn @ni-ki-ismyluv @cante-lope @kookiibun @kamisatoyato

[irkimatsu]

sending you a a lil tid-bit because you damn well deserve it for all the pieces you grace us with(unfortunately not nsfw, cause i'm crap at that)

Husk has such deep appreciation and love for you- i mean, he can't even go a day without thinking about you! and he doesn't even fully comprehend his full love for you, mostly because he refuses to admit that he's fallen as bad as he has.

each time you walk past him, smile his way, and god forbid you make physical contact with him, because his heart is skipping one too many beats each time. when Husk finally realises his affection for you his face is beat red, cursing under his breath as he runs a hand down his face.

he admittedly wants to avoid you - never wanting you to find out how he feels - but he still can't help but be drawn to you. the way you talk is his favourite melody. the way you dress is his favourite taste. the way you fucking smile has him wondering why you're even in hell, because that smile can only belong to an angel.

he never goes out of his way to talk to you outside of usual conversations, as he's way too anxious and thinks he'll mess up and ruin what he already has with you. but that doesn't mean he can't love you from where he is; and he's okay with that.. at least he thinks he is.

the longer Husk's feelings simmer, the more he finds himself in situations with you. close enough to hold and fully appreciate you, close enough to let go of his fears and tell you how he feels- but he can't let that happen. he can't have you falling for a piece of shit like him.

but the moment you tell him that you appreciate him; that you love him and just wanted him to know - Husk simply can't hold back his love for you anymore. tearing through his self-doubt as he dares to touch you, dares to cup your face as his eyes scan your face for any sign of discomfort.

Husk can't help but kiss you, growling against your mouth because he needs more. He needs all of you, to touch and love every part of you to make up for all the times he held himself back. And he really can't hold back anymore.

(okay, maybe not fully sfw, but i can't help where the words take me..)

Oh anon! <3 This is beautiful; thank you so much for sharing me! God, I love this bitter old man so much... that moment where he lets his guard down and lets himself fall in love will always be so damn beautiful, no matter how many times I imagine it.

I love you too, Husk... let's go somewhere private so you can show me everything you've been holding back... <3

Hope my pieces continue to entertain!

[saltminerising]

Anon from this ask here: post/759290297876365312/as-a-white-person-on-the-internet-i-always-feel

I do understand that it's not someone else's job to educate me or anything if they find something rude but it's just something I'd personally appreciate. I didn't mean for it to come off as though I was expecting someone to step in and just eloquently write me a message about what I should do to change or anything. Ofc if someone approaches me in a rude way I'll just deal with it, not like there is any other choice lol

I also am not afraid of "someone on the internet calling me racist" I am anxious about someone telling me I am a cultural appropriator which I feel is kind of different but if they are the same I would like someone to explain why? I always was under the impression that a cultural appropriator uses aspects of other cultures and doesn't quite show effort in learning or respecting traditions and other aspects of the culture. And then that racism is discrimination and prejudice against someone just because of their race. Genuinely would like to know if I am in the wrong here and have something mixed up

Another thing I am a bit confused of is what part of my message made it seem that I think that poc are some spooky existence and will constantly be offended by me? I am not meaning to be rude when I say this but I wasn't generalizing any particular race coming after me or anyone else, any race or gender can make a callout online and it's still a callout. The post I made had no mention of races or anything and I am confused why it was construed in a way that made it seem I was thinking like that? Tone is something I struggle with so I might have missed the mark and that's on me. I am only talking about culture, not race. Ofc most cultures also seem to be divided by race but there can be two people of the same race in different cultures. For example, I am a white american but that is not the same as a white british person or a white irish person. We all share the same race but we have different cultures.

To bring this all back to Flight Rising, my main worry was someone seeing me, a white person (granted I don't disclose my race usually because I don't feel the need to), using say one of JMP or MV's umas and thinking I am appropriating those cultures. I know for a fact that this worry is not rational, you don't have to tell me that haha. I just wanted to express how the discourse made me feel about someone who uses imagery from other cultures in their lair as I don't mean to disrespect anyone at all.

Anyways, it's probably not good for my mental health to stay on this topic anymore than this so this is the last you'll hear from me 😅

[4saken4gotten]

Head Canons For Dante From Devil May Cry

I think about Dante way too much so I thought I would share my thoughts on some head canons of my own. Especially since the fandom for me gets so fucking dryyyyyyy Like please, I need more content or I'm going to spontaneously combust and not even in a hot and sexy way. (Or it still will be I just wont feel like it, but looking like hell on wheels is the goal!) yes that was a Heathers reference don't come at me Am I cringe? Yes. Am I free? Yes. These are my SFW head canons for him! If I get to it I can make my NSFW head canons as well but we'll see about that. Gender Neutral Reader Pairing. For my bitches, bros and fellow nonbinary hoes. (My certification in making head canons is as follows: I have played DMC 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. I've read all the novels, and read 3 different fan translations of the novels we don't have official English translations for. I've watched the animated series at least 12 times and I've listened to all of the audio drama CD's. I have canon reasons for all my head canons but some of them are just little silly things because I brain rot. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.) I apologize in advanced for any typos and grammar mistakes and or just not making sense. I am dyslexic and autistic so I have a weird way of explaining things and will misspell basic words sometimes but I promise to do my best.

He's a big dork and his favorite thing to do is make his S/O laugh. Filling their soul with light is his favorite thing to do. teehee So he says the stupidest jokes to make them double over in laughter.

This is a bit of a double edged sword however since he uses humor and sarcasm as a major crutch / coping mechanism. He can be serious when the situation calls for it, but most of the time he doesn't want situations and mishaps to weigh on himself or those around him too heavily.

He's HELLA broke. So he'd take full advantage of free things to do like spending the night under the stars in a park after hours. Something that feels like "We aren't supposed to be out here!" but isn't really harmful / breaking the law.

I think he has some sort of collection of some sort. I think he collects seashells because they remind him of more serene times in his childhood. Probably hand sized conches or perhaps sand dollars (because its the only 'dollars' Lady cant swindle out of him ;u;)

Will die on the hill of pizza being a "balanced meal" insisting that it has all the important food groups therefore pizza is healthier than media wants people to think.

Despite his habits of leaving his pizza boxes about and letting Patty clean up after him- his own personal hygiene is actually really important to him. He always makes sure to take a shower after he gets back from every mission.

He honestly cant stand the scent of demon blood on him, it makes him a little anxious because it takes him back to the night of the fire / attack every time. (babyyyy boyyyyyyyyyyyy)

His love language is physical touch (giving) and acts of service (receiving). When he gets more comfortable with you, he's got some part of him touching you at all times: a thigh pressed against yours, a gentle hand around your shoulders or the small of your back, insistent on you laying on his shoulder or in his lap if you're tired. He'll be super appreciative of you organizing things when his mind gets too jumbled or he's just brooding.

I'm sick of people calling him lazy. I don't think he doesn't clean up because he doesn't want to- I think he's just overwhelmed most of the time / overstimulated to do anything if he's not in battle.

I strongly feel like he has some sort of ADHD, Depression and CPTSD due to his trauma. (Losing / killing his brother several times, his mother being killed, his father up and disappearing one day, losing his found family repeatedly: Grue, Nell, Jessica... etc)

He'd probably be super understanding of a neurodivergent s/o and be more than happy to "parallel play" in the shop. He reads his magazines on the couch with you while you read a book. Or he'll try to get some semblance of work done at his desk on the occasion while you watch your favorite tv show.

[yuri-button]

Susie HCs ????

Oooo I have a lot, so I'll do a lil overview of my thoughts on her I hope that's okay!

The ver of Susie in my head is more of like a feral gremlin child. She is THE weird kid and the epitome of "be gay do crime". She became close friends with Julie and Joey in middle school and has a lot of shared interests with Julie (they spend a lot of time at Julie's house listening to music, painting each other's nails, and talking about different ways to kill people Susie doesn't like. Y'know, just girl stuff)

She's shy, anxious, and overall pretty distrusting of people outside of The Legion + Jeff due to being bullied a lot. Probably invented "don't talk to me I can't hear you over my music" by listening to her Walkman 24/7

She is the youngest of 3 siblings: her two older siblings have already moved out. She isn't as academically or athletically apt as her siblings were, which makes her parents quite harsh on her, to say the least.

Her voice sounds like Julia Nardin's (look up Nancy Drew Ghost of Thornton Hall, she's the VA for Addison).

Her personal reason for being part of The Legion is that she enjoys the sense of power and control it gives her, since she normally feels powerless in her everyday life.

She is pretty obsessed with Julie and gets jealous easily. She has a plastic bag of her stray hair strands and she tries to steal little things from Julie (basically Jenny by Studio Killers). Susie is more overtly needy than Julie is, but they both share the same kinda mindset of "this is my *ahem* girl best friend and I think I might pop your head off if you stare at her for too long"

Her dynamics with Joey and Frank (copy pasted from one of my many random notes docs about these goobers):

Joey is the big brother of the group, and Susie receives the most of that. He doesn’t always understand what Susie goes through, but he always tries his best to listen and cheer her up. Susie confides in Joey often: he tries to support Susie whereas Julie tries to fix her problems, usually with faulty (although well meaning) solutions. The two are far more relaxed than Frank and Julie and feel that the other’s presence is soothing.

Frank and Susie are the most distant in the group, but they are still good friends. Frank is a bit more invested in the friendship than Susie is, but she does still care. He views her like a little sister and empathizes with her about her difficult home life, which is their main connection. Frank builds Susie up and pushes her to action where she is normally sedentary. Susie is initially very closed off to Frank due to jealousy and overprotectiveness of Julie, but she eventually does let him in and they both mutually appreciate the support of one another.

Lastly two lil random things about her: she HATES being called short (she's 5'4, the shortest in The Legion) and will probably stab your kneecaps if you say it to her. Her favorite Legion Night activity is graffiti.

I hope this isn't totally word vomit!! This is probably very disorganized so I hope it's okay to read :,)

[annabelle-creart]

The 13 Primes Au

Today's Primes and a respective song are Prima and Megatronus with Lost Control by Alan walker, this time with a shared song as the good brothers they are

Prima was the leader of the 12 Primes that remained from Unicron's final battle, having the control over everything Thirtheenth left with their death, he tried his best to be the best leader they could have, while making his own path into creating a new society using his dormant father, not to blame for such a gracious being, full of both devotion and determination

Then, we have Megatronus, he was big and strong but always managed to look small like a snail, when the fight ended, he found himself useless, all that brute strenght but no dream to chase except for a normal and peaceful life, life he couldn't have as Prime, he always followed Prima because he trusted on his judgment but also loved to pass time with Solus

And what's the thing that unite these two: Control

The full control over everything and the no control over anything, Prima had the absolute control above the rest and Megatronus had no control over himself, like a type of sleepy beast

As much as I understand of the song, Lost Control is about the overwhelming feeling that comes when things don't go as expected, for Prima's case, but in Megatronus' case we can take the first verse literally as Megatronus watching himself from under the others views

As I told, Prima with time became insecure and anxious, being afraid of what his siblings were capable to do, so, he always kept an eye on the ones he feared the most, including Megatronus, now we can use the second verse as Prima's feelings when Megatronus discovered his true thoughts

Also, as I said, Megatronus' self-esteem is really low, I mean, he is the one who has the most of Unicron, not everyone felt his existence was okay and that isolation put him in that situation, now, we can use the third verse "I know that I'm a mess but I am trying to be my best" and he is really trying but it looks like it doesn't matter

And now, the final point: the chorus is the hallway where both Primes finally let their feelings out with the other

Once, the first time, actually, an energon mine collapsed and it had to be closed, but rations were kind of low and to make a new one wouldn't be enough, some strange creatures were killing some citizens and the political structure was still too weak, only on the young Cybertron, on the Saloon, Liege was starting to make a strange plan, Quintus had been disapeared for a while and the rest were also too busy on their own things, when Megatronus tried to find his older sibling, he found him on the floor like a baloon yelling at himself and almost eating his claws, of course Megatronus didn't knew what to do but wasn't capable of letting him alone now

That was probably the only time they connected, but at least they really met what the other truly was

Whatever, getting on the song, they really remind me of how is so easy to lose the control of things, especially when one is alone, the fact that they both lose control that day with the other is the meaning of how much Megatronus appreciates Prima, and that day Prima started to respect Megatronus more

What I mean is that Prima lost control over things and that made him lost control over himself, also making Megatronus lost control over himself because Prima was the one who had that control, and indirectly, those things were the tools Liege used to make Megatronus kill both Amalgamous and Solus

The worst part was that Prima and Micronus got involved in that secret, making Prima also lost the control he had over Micronus and Megatronus, and with each problem, Prima lost more and more of himself and his sense of purpose, of it wasn't to rule, for what it was? And for Megatronus, it was really his purpose to destroy?

Finally, all the things that got accumulated made both Primes end with themselves by killing the other, losing the low control they actually had all their lives...

[hot-take-tournament]

Omg the reblog person is so real for that. I understand that Tumblr doesn't have an algorithm so liking doesn't functionally do anything but I get extremely anxious about reblogging so the guilt trips are really awful for me (and I assume it's the same for others with similar issues.)

Uh- bit of a tangent/rant below. For context I'm an "Audhd-er" (I think that's the term people use, it means I'm autistic and I have ADHD)

I understand most of the time they are over-exaggerating their feelings on the matter. In posts about reblogging stuff from writers and artists it's always kind of a "LIKES DO NOTHING SHOW YOUR LOVE WITH REBLOGS LIKES MEAN NOTHING"

I've always found that a bit odd. As someone with two mutuals (one of whom is rarely online) and 1 normal follower my reblogs really aren't gonna do much so I mostly reblog stuff my mutuals might like and occasionally make my own posts. (Keeping everything else private for the most part) When I get a like it always brings a warm fuzzy feeling because it means someone enjoyed my reblog or post enough to share with me that they liked it.

I've only had one post that breached containment and it was a fun weekend of checking out the blogs of people who liked it! All in all I think maybe people are just unaware of the anxieties that come with being online and the people who experience those anxieties are too anxious to really speak up about it. I mean look at me I'm chilling behind an anon mask rn (I rarely send an off anon ask lol.)

For a website dubbed by its users as the neurodivergent website, some people forget to consider that learning and working within the culture of a social media platform can be extremely stressful for many types of people, let alone an autistic person such as myself (the ADHD doesn't help either). Some of us would prefer to lurk in our private blogs, only coming out of our comfort zone when we feel ok to do so.

All in all, a reminder to reblog is perfectly fine, but please refrain from the guilt-tripping and social obligation type of thing— or at least be aware of it and try not to be offended if one of your mutuals struggles to reblog.

Now this is all my personal perspective, other people will likely have completely different experiences but I wanted to share in case people were confused on why it's an issue for some people. Thanks for reading this whole thing and I hope you have a lovely day <3

I think I get what you're saying -

For a lot of people it genuinely takes a surprising amount of guts to put themselves out there on the internet in any way, even if it's anonymously, and that includes things as simple as reblogging a post.

It's not just Tumblr either. You also see it on Reddit and Twitter, and in online games where people just want to keep to themselves and not interact with strangers. Some people just want to lurk, maybe liking or upvoting, but not commenting or reblogging, because that feels like making yourself more "visible" somehow, in a way simply liking posts doesn't.

It's difficult to put into words, but I feel it's kind of like being in a university lecture with 50+ strangers. Liking is sitting in the back quietly taking notes. Reblogging is like putting your hand up and giving an opinion when the professor asks for one.

It's true that only reblogging actually contributes anything functionally, but there are plenty of people, especially neurodivergent people, who might struggle with that kind of thing, but still want to show some appreciation, or just save it as a bookmark.

So, I think that's partly why that kind of guilt-tripping or threatening reblog bait can be so stressful. Tumblr is a comfort app for a lot of people, who just want to curate their own little private space. Reblog baits are like someone banging on your door, telling you that you're actively doing something wrong by keeping to yourself, and (in the case of "I'll block/unfollow you if you like/read but don't reblog" baits) people will hate you for doing it.

It also implicitly takes away the sense of control you have over your own personal online space. Ideally, you should be able to do whatever you want with your own blog - no one should dictate your own online experience. So, if you just want to reblog things you like or want to share, at whatever pace you feel comfortable with, there shouldn't be anything wrong with that.

But reblog baits seem to suggest that you shouldn't have that control, and there are certain things that you have no choice but to put on your blog, and it has to be right now. And I feel that sense of having control suddenly snatched away from you without warning could also be a major source of anxiety for a lot of people who see Tumblr as a source of comfort.

With all that in mind, while I do believe that it's not quite this simple, considering artists and writers, and especially those who rely on commissions, do need exposure from reblogs, I also feel it's difficult to blame people for finding very aggressive reblog baits stressful, especially when you're suddenly blindsided with them.

At least, those are just my initial thoughts based on what you said, but absolutely let me know if you disagree with any of this or feel I misrepresented what you meant <3

[yourstrulyaiko]

o𓆩♡𓆪; MY HAPPY ENDING PT.5 | HEADCANON 𓆩♡𓆪  

╰┈➤ featuring; boku no hero academia! drummer! bakugou katsuki! x lead singer! fem! reader  

જ about; Heartbreaks. Aches. Dreams shattered. You feel like there was no bridging between you and your goal as an artist. Especially since the bridge that connected you that was your ex-boyfriend, Shindo, who you met at club. Now, that you’re separated. You thought, that was it. No more. Well, you thought wrong.

જ contents and warning; profanity cause bakugou is on it, asshole bakugou, cigarettes, smoking, angst, drummer bakugou, band au, fluff, romance, drama, paparazzi, cheating, break ups, toxic relationships, getting physical (the bad kind) and many more that I have definitely missed.

જ author's note; I actually have a lots and lots of chapter about band au which needs to be revised and re-written. unedited.

First therapy sessions are nerve-wracking.

You were really fucking anxious ironic ngl ahaha.

And you have to go there regularly at this therapy office cause you know

mental health. mental health is free unfortunately.

Apparently tho you have to go to the same damn therapist office as Bakugou.

Imagine your shock when you see him there. Bakugou at the therapist office.

“Oi!” He barks, “The fuck do you think are you doing here?”

The audacity of this man.

“Well, what the fuck do you think I’m here for? A tea party?” You scoff.

You don't want to entertain this man so you just ignore his angered 'HUH?!' Frankly, you're already stressed and you don't want to pile onto it.

Bakugou grumbled and stamps his way to the seat opposite yours.

Thank fuck.

You don't him sitting next to you.

As the time clicks away. Both you and Bakugou are both beginning to feel anxious.

You're drumming your fingers on the plastic chairs you're sitting on and his leg bouncing up and down.

The shaking is making a jiggling noise of his keys from his pocket.

It's making you feel even more nervous.

"Stop that." You hiss.

"You fucking cut it off. That shit is annoying." Bakugou barks back.

"Like you're not the loud one, dip shit."

You're defo making it worse. You could just stay quiet but your mother has said you were born without a zip on your mouth.

Thankfully, your therapist comes out.

"Well, you two are getting along well." Nemura laughs, "Sorry, to cut the sexual tension short, Bakugou. I'm going to need (Last name) with me now."

Angry. You get up and take your ass into her office and sit yourself on the a chair.

Not gonna lie, it feels so uncomfortable the thought of sharing your problems with a stranger for them to pick apart.

You didn't even hear ask how you are. You just stared at your hands on your lap,

Then, Nemura ask again.

"(Last name)." She finally gets your attention, "How are you?"

"Wel... I mean... I'm here so, I'm not okay."

Nemura laughs.

"Darling. People don't just come to therapy just cause they have a problem. They come here for a good mental health in general."

You stay quiet for a while. You're appreciative that she's patient with your answer.

You tell her, you're not because you can't get over your boyfriend.

There's still nights that you would still sob yourself to sleep. It's been reoccurring.

You left out the part where he's choked you out before.

She doesn't have to know that, right?

After all, Shindo didn't mean it. He just wants the best for both you.

He's always pushing you to the best of your abilities.

Nemura drops a question that makes you uncomfortable

"Do you still call him?"

You clench your jaw.

Don't lie. Your brain screams

"No."

She can sense that you're lying. But she doesn't press things on,

You'll open up eventually.

"Why do you think you still cling onto him?"

You reach your neck and scratching it.

A sign of a soothing behaviour

"I don't know... Maybe cause he loves me and I love him."

Now, she turns the table back to you, "How so?"

Nemura wants you to clarify. Especially when she caught the word 'maybe'

A sign of uncertainty.

It makes you stop on your tracks.

How so?

How does Shindo show he loves you?

You're sure he loves but how does he show it?

"He... He says sorry after he..."

What?

Hurts you.

Nemura looks you encouraging to say it. Admit it.

But, you're so ashamed.

So humiliated.

"After we argue."

"After an argument, you and your romantic partner are supposed to sit down, communicate and comprimise. That is what a partner is supposed to do."

Supposed to.

You're speechless. You can't form words together.

What are you supposed to say?

This is what you thought love was? This is the impression you have.

You chew the inside of your cheek trying to dissociate yourself from the conversation.

Wiping your hands from the fabric of your sweatpants.

You swallow the ball forming in your throat trying to hold back your tears.

"Not all forms of love is great. Not all is healthy. Some will tell you this is the right way. It happens. Sometimes walking away is the best form of love." Nemura says.

"What if you give it your all? You're happy. Everything is great. They have everything they want at home. Why do people still walk away?"

You're crying at this point.

You don't understand anything at all.

"Because temptation is everywhere and selfishness is still human. But, that is up to the person to fall for it and stray from the path or keep going the path home."

It hurts your chest. It's hard to breath.

It feels like someone is keeping your head underwater and won't let you up

You still don't understand. More like you refuse to understand.

Selfishness is not human.

How can it be?

You slowly emerge out the door and shutting it behind you.

You forgot that Bakugou was sat there.

You're a whole ass mess. You have tears still streaming down your face.

You're staring off blankly before making your way out of the place.

You don't acknowledge the blonde at all.

He's looking at you. He doesn't say anything.

You leave.

Slowly, more tears began to drip.

You use the sleeves of your hoodie to wipe away the tears but more began to flow.

Then you began to break down and rack in hysterical sobs.

It's painful.

Nemura's words echoed in your head, "Sometimes, we're taught to receive the love we think we deserve."

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@nonomesupposedto @dumb-cxm-slxt @xviternity @bluebreadenthusiast @chuugarettes @somebodyfuture3

[gallaghersgal]

hi <3 i know you still have my last ask and i don’t want to overwhelm you or anything, i just had a fight with my mom so not in a great mood. but please take whatever time you need to get to this, this is more for me.

there’s a lot i can—and will—say about you being a safe place for Carmy. But the opposite is just as true.

He understands all too well what it’s like to grow up in a dysfunctional family, to have toxic relatives, all that shit. So when you tell him about your own issues, he might not have the perfect speech ready to go but he’ll hold your hand, let you cry and hug you. He’ll make sure you can always have a safe, calm space to relax.

Like I can imagine you having to spend time with your family and being so overwhelmed and anxious and upset because they have just become that triggering to you but you go back because you care about them. And he doesn’t go with you because he can’t, he tries to free his schedule but it happens on a big night at the restaurant and you assure him it’s all fine. But then he makes sure his phone is near and he’s reachable, he tries to send you a few texts here and there just to check on you.

And when you come back home, he makes sure your favorite snacks are in the cupboard and your blanket is soft and clean. He waits up, even if he’s exhausted and his day was long. He refuses to go to sleep without you.

Of course you appreciate that so much but also just…him, you know? Because there is no doubt, no questioning when you look at him. You don’t have to convince yourself he does indeed care, you don’t have to be on your best behavior for him to still love you. Even if you come back and you don’t have the emotional capacity to talk, he’ll grab your hand and sit with you in silence. He’ll tell you about his day because he knows you love to hear about that. He’ll tell you he loves you and reminds you how much you matter to him, to your friends. He’ll cuddle with you and make sure you’re feeling less anxious when going to sleep.

There’s no yelling with Carmy. You get upset with one another, you disagree, fight even but you both make sure it doesn’t cross that line.

Same for silent treatments. Even if you did fight and things aren’t as peachy as usual, you both greet each other, talk and do the things you do—he always gets your breakfast ready because he wakes up earlier, he doesn’t stop that just because you fought the night before.

Every time you see your family, the contrast hits you harder. Because Carmy doesn’t expect anything from you, he loves you and that’s enough.

He probably doesn’t even realize how much he heals some parts of you just by existing. Sometimes it’s your hand he holds and refuses to let go. Sometimes it’s him pushing aside what he’s been doing, just to sit and listen to you. Sometimes it’s being upset with you but still kissing you goodnight.

He’s just the kind of guy who makes it easier to love yourself because he loves you so much so you have no other choice but to see what he sees.

Anyway don’t know where I was going with this but yk delulu is the solulu 😔✊

ps. Congratu-fucking-lations on the milestone! I know I haven’t been here for long but you’re amazing, i love sharing ideas with you and I am actually kissing your beautiful face wherever you are muaaaah 💕💕

-🧸

imo one of the sweetest things carmen will do for his girl is hold her hand when he doesn't have the words to comfort her. kissing her palm, lacing his fingers with hers, or running a thumb over her knuckles. he's not the most eloquent speaker

GOD and the no silent treatments part,,, as someone who was raised with the silent treatment, this would heal me. i think maybe once he got all quiet when the two of you fought, so you sat him down and told him "bear, it's okay to be mad, but it's not okay to act like i don't exist.

delulu IS the solulu my friend!!

i had sm more to say but this rotted for too long and now im ill so im js posting it. that way the rest of the world can see your wonderful thoughts!

[trash-gobby]

Could you write character preferences for Moya’s crew with an artist S/O please?

Moya Crew W/ An Artist S/O

Pairing(s): GN!Reader X Chiana, GN!Reader X John Crichton, GN!Reader X D'Argo, GN!Reader X Jool, GN!Reader X Pilot, GN!Reader X Scorpius, GN!Reader X Sikozu, GN!Reader X Stark, GN!Reader X Aeryn Sun, GN!Reader X Zhaan

Characters: Chiana, John Crichton, Ka D'Argo, Jool, Pilot, Scorpius, Sikozu, Stark, Aeryn Sun, Zotoh Zhaan, Reader

⚠️ Warnings!: None.

A/N: better late than never. I've been gone for a century, but am slowly but surely making my way back to enjoying writing. If there are inaccuracies or the crew is to ooc please let me know and I'll try to make adjustments. Did add some personal headcanons so I hope that's okay 💖

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Chiana

✨ She’s always been a really out there woman, so her S/O isn't the first artist she’s been with. However, they are the first artist she’s really started to fall for.

✨ She loves how their work reflects their feelings more than the real world around them. It’s abstraction and colour attracting her more then the objects depicted in it.

✨ Finding how calm her S/O is and how art centers them tends to calm Chiana down from her more anxious or high strung moods.

✨ She could watch them for hours and has done so when they're working on a larger project.

✨ The sound of them working on their next piece has sometimes lulled her to sleep.

John Crichton

✨ The first joke John ever made about his S/O being an artist was a silly flirting attempt. “You gonna paint me like one of your French girls.” So stupid but also very appropriate for the astronaut who often liked to run his mouth.

✨ He's never really been able to understand how artists do their thing. Always being way too impatient to figure out colour theory when there was a whole universe to explore.

✨ However, this doesn't mean he doesn't respect his S/O.

✨ John will joke about their art making playful remarks about how he's lucky to be dating the next Picasso etc.

✨ He'll never bother his S/O when they're in the zone though. When they're really focused he'll stay away in order to give them space to work and not crowd them.

✨ Generally having trouble shutting up can make things difficult when they're focused. John knows and respects that so he'll let them do their thing until they're in the mood to spend time together

Ka D’Argo

✨ D’Argo is a warrior and as such didn’t really focus much on the more sensitive nuanced nature of art until later

✨He’d come to enjoy it when he’d finally found the love of his life in his wife Lo’lah. But that to had been ripped from him by her senseless murder

✨ Art became a waste of time to him after that. Once he was imprisoned it all seemed pointless. Only violence and revenge felt like appropriate outlets for D'Argo's feelings

✨ After ending up on Moya stranded with the rest of the crew including you, he was angry. However, your calming and artistic nature really got to him

✨ His S/O's passion for art and drive to create reminded him of how much he used to love being still and enjoying taking in an artistic work

✨ Through his S/O's creativity, D'Argo starts to get more in touch with his gentler aspect of his spirit

✨ This is part of what makes him start to really fall in love with them

✨ His S/O's flair for capturing the deeper facets of things through art makes him look at life differently. Like there might be more out there then violence and revenge

Joolushko Tunai Fenta Hovalis

✨ Jool is someone who vastly appreciates art, even though her interests rest more in science, archeology and medicine.

✨ She's never been very good at creating art, but loves talking about it with her S/O.

✨ Learning about their S/O's species artistic history and sharing the knowledge she's acquired from traveling the stars to them, is one of the things which makes her feel close to them.

✨ Jool has a healthy appreciation for historical art and if her s/o has knowledge of art history either in their own culture or others, she will find that fascinating.

Pilot

✨ Pilot doesn't get out much, so seeing the world through your art is always a privilege.

✨ He'll be eager to see you paint your adventures with the rest of the crew.

✨ Being a very technical and organized person, Pilot loves art which reflects life and especially enjoys your paintings and art of anything to do with Moya.

✨ Seeing any depiction of Moya through your eyes is a treasure.

Scorpius (Also not necessarily crew. He was on the ship for most of the final season so I’m counting him)

✨ Scorpius is someone who likes a certain level of class and sophistication to his life. Depending on whether you are a more chaotic or calm artist will determine his feelings to your craft as a whole.

✨ If you're more chaotic he won't really know what to do with you. Your art is a reflection of that. You may clash on several aspects of your craft, but there is potential for you to change his stubborn mind with your open caution-to-the-wind nature.

✨ If you're more of the calm and organized type, then he's more likely to not clash with you. Scorpius is someone who desires stability and for everything to work out in his favour.

✨ He's also a fan of simplistic abstract art that is reminiscent of pieces made under peacekeeper occupation. Solid colours and simple structure.

Sikozu Shanu

✨ Sikozu doesn't really get the point of art. She's someone who likes to move fast and not linger on details.

✨ Sitting for a long period to do something that doesn't contribute to furthering her goals of either studying Leviathans or supporting the Kalish resistance.

✨ However, even though she may not see any personal benefit, Sikozu does have a certain amount of respect for your commitment to whatever artistic craft you are involved in.

✨ She may not be overtly positive or show outward interest in what your doing, but Sikozu will bring you something to eat/drink when she sees your in deep concentration.

✨ Sikozu is also not above occasionally peeking at what you're doing out of sheer curiosity.

Stark

✨ Stark hasn't had much time for art, as his life has left little room. He's been imprisoned or enslaved with little to enrichment until his escape.

✨This being said, Stark has a great appreciation for art. He loves it's spiritual and creative freedoms, which are things he for so long didn't possess.

✨ Being with an artistic s/o would be perfect for him. It would encourage him to be more open, as art inherently is connected to freedom for him.

✨ He might even join his s/o on a creative project or quietly working on seperate projects in the same room.

Aeryn Sun

✨ Aeryn, much like Sikozu, doesn't really see a huge point to creating art. Growing up in an environment that discouraged individualism and creativity.

✨ However, unlike Sikozu, Aeryn is much more open to learning to appreciate an artistic s/o.

✨ Aeryn is pretty guarded, but has a deep desire to learn from her encounters outside of her previous life as a peacekeeper.

✨ An s/o who can open her mind to how art can be both a fun and helpful outlet for pent up emotions or trauma would be super healthy for her.

✨ Aeryn also enjoys most an s/o who works with sculptures or pottery. It's something she could see herself doing if she were to choose one form of art to take up

Zotoh Zhaan

✨Zhaan loves art. By extension she would love having an s/o who is an artist.

✨ Zhaan loves immersing herself in the spiritual side of art even more so than Stark.

✨ If you get close enough Zhaan may even show you how she does paintings which depict the innermost spirits of those around her.

✨ She's also inclined to do a spirit painting of you while you work on one of your pieces.

✨ She'll see you not only as a muse, but as a kindred spirit with both of your art styles eventually harmonizing together.

[bidisasterevankinard]

The story about plushies and love

A little present for @swiftiediaz 💜

It based on"if you buy one more plush to occupy my spot on the bed i'm kicking you out to sleep on the couch." (from this post)

“Evan Diaz, if you buy one more plush to occupy my spot on the bed I'm kicking you out to sleep on the couch”, Eddie`s voice pulls Buck out of the trance, as the older man approaches him with a little bit annoyed expression and with his arms crossed on his chest. 

Buck has been standing at this stand with plushies for at least ten minutes. He can't decides which one he wants more. Cute little penguin or light pink rabbit. They both are so cute and soft, but Buck is almost pretty sure he has if not the same rabbit then really close to this one, but he definitely doesn't have any penguins. But it's offensive that his husband thinks he can buy plushies ONLY for himself.

“Eddie Diaz, first of all, let's not rush to the conclusion on who's gonna be the one sleeping on the couch if I buy a new plush,” Buck looks at his husband repeating his pose, while pluses are still in his hands. “Second, it's not for me. If you remember, tomorrow it's  Jee`s first day in kindergarten. So as her favorite uncle I decided to make it a little bit better with the help of a new friend,” he shakes hand with the rabbit. “And if YOU buy me this penguin, I promise I will never put any plushies on your spot. Again,” Buck looks at his husband with an overly exaggerated pout and the best puppy dog eyes. 

Eddie can only shake his head, trying to restrain a smile while looking at his silly husband. He doesn't succeed. Eddie smiles looking into the eyes of the man, who makes him the happiest man alive every day, and how can he say no? He could never refuse Buck. And to be honest, he doesn't want to. As much as it annoys him a little to constantly find any plush from Buck's huge collection on his spot, Eddie knows how much Buck loves his collection. So if, in order to see this huge smile, Eddie has to share his place on the bed, well, he agrees. Everything to make Buck happy. So Eddie just grabs both plushies from Buck`s hands in his one and then grabs his husband`s hand in his free.

“Everything you want, husband,” Eddie pauses for a little then decides to open his little surprise now. “Do you know why I brought you here today?”

“I think you want to buy a new wardrobe or something. I believe you were in that part of the shop,” Buck smiles at his husband while they go to the part of the shop where Eddie has been before.

“Close. As best husband,” Eddie smiles playfully at Buck, “I want to give you a place where you can put all your plushies. Hence I bought you that,” they stop near a large closet with shelves, but without the doors. There's enough space to place all of Buck's plushies and he can always look at them. This is the main reason why Buck leaves toys in bed, and does not put them away somewhere. He always wants to see them, and now he has the opportunity. Buck turns to Eddie and smiles. 

"Thank you, my love." 

Buck doesn't have enough words to say how much he appreciates that Eddie did this for him. But he decides to just show. He kisses Eddie. This is not a deep passionate kiss, but a slow gentle one, in which Buck simply shows his boundless love for his husband. They don't kiss long, but Buck is sure he will be able to thank his husband properly after. When they're home.

“Well, I hope it lasts at least a year before we will need to find a new place for your plushies. But I believe we will have to move to another house simply because we will need a full room only for them,” Eddie laughs a little before he notices Buck not doing the same. No, his husband is actually really anxious. And Eddie is anxious now too. “Mi amor, I'm joking. I love that you collect plushies. I am ok with that. I promise.” 

“Eddie, I know you're ok with my collection. I mean, you just bought me a whole closet for it. It's just a thing about the new room,” Buck takes a short pause, deciding whether to continue this topic, but talking about the new room seems to Buck the perfect moment to pick up an idea that has been in his head for a long time. “I`ve just been thinking recently that I wouldn't mind to, you know, find a new house with more rooms. At least one more. And actually fill it with toys, but not for me.”

Eddie needs a couple of minutes to understand what his husband means, but then it hits him.

“Mi vida, are you telling me you want another child?” Buck shakes his head in agreement and Eddie can't help but smile out of love for this man. “I want it too,” he looks Buck in the eyes to make sure his husband knows he actually thinks that. “But let`s firstly, buy those plushies in my hand and take the cabinet from the warehouse. And then at home we'll sit down and talk.”

Buck smiles and nods.

“ I love you, Eddie Diaz.”

“I love you too, Evan Diaz.”

Buck just smiles more and pulls him towards the cash register spitting facts about penguins. And Eddie can't wait to start a new chapter of their love story with this man.

AO3

[mbti-enemies]

#@infp+enfj ig you guys are famous now or something?

enfj: thank you to all of our 3 fans, we appreciate you a lot

but seriously now, since I'm here I might as well tell you guys about what happened today 😭😭

infp got 8 piercings, septum, eyebrow, 4 in her ears and 2 nipples because this bloody nincompoop can't wait for the healing process before doing another one, but she was all happy-flappy-hands, shiny eyed, smiley and jumpy about it, so of course I didn't try to convince her otherwise

I drove us there, she barely ate the whole day because she was so anxious for it she got nauseous, halfway there she said she felt physically weak, we went into a pharmacy and found out her blood glucose had dropped, we gave her some fizzy drinks cause she was still nauseous from the anxiety and that was the only thing she was willing to swallow

you'd think she'd be backing a little by now, right? fuck hell no, when she puts something in her head, good luck trying to change her mind, I was about to pass out myself tbfh

she wouldn't be quiet, she kept jumping and silent-screaming, I tried to calm her down and distract her so she wouldn't give herself a stroke

have I mentioned she doesn't shut up when she's nervous? she laughs a lot too, and make bad jokes.

we got there and had to fill up some papers, the body piercer asked us what we were "friends? girlfriends? sisters?", infp looked at her and went "oh no, I just met her across the street and she volunteered to hold my hand in my last moments, cause there is no fucking way I'm making out of this alive" 😭😭

I told her to start by the most painful ones cause then the others wouldn't feel as bad, and as usually she did the exact opposite, she went for the ears first, it was pretty chill, when she went for the eyebrow she teared up a little, got to the nipples and she was cursing life, but my dude... the septum was the worst

she had her eyes closed pretty tight, when it was over and she opened it, tears everywhere, she was crying, she got up and came to hug me, I asked if she was okay because her hands were cold as ice, "i think my blood pressure dropped" and she

FUCKING FAINTED ON ME

the rest is history but oh my fucking gosh, I was so distressed, she's still in pain because of course she is

infp: okay but I look cute, and as I always say "in case everything goes wrong it's a story to tell" 😌

enfj: true and true, she always say that when she's about to do something impulsive and stupid, so basically at least two times a day (she does look absolutely amazing tho, so there's that)

(a previous post)

INFP AND ENFJ THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS CHAOTIC STORY LOL MY FAVOURITE PART WAS INFP SAYING THAT SHE MET YOU ACROSS THE STREET. story to tell indeed.

ohhhh my god ohh my god well @ infp im sure you look AWESOME and CONGRATULATIONS on doing all of that and i hope the piercings heal quickly. you are so cool. @enfj i hope you emotionally recover too

[causethisismyblog]

Episode 3! Here we go...

Did August really never realize that publishing the video meant he could go to prison? Really?

Ayub and Rosh being very awkward and quiet when Simon says he doesn't understand why he can't just fall in love with Marcus. Why do they react like that and yet still push him towards Marcus?

When Wille brings up Erik and Boris then says "so you don't feel like you might hurt someone". This comment makes me think that Erik might have been self-harming or suicidal, or thinking about those things... What if his crash wasn't an accident...?

I really appreciate angry petty Sara when the people come to take a look at Rousseau

What is the history of this school that a song about heartbreak sounds like it is fitting for a school song....

Simon saw Marcus before he entered the barn to talk to Sara. I feel like he went in there to talk to her about Marcus and his thoughts and how unsure he was about things. But when he so that August was there with her, and the fact that she got really closed off when he asked her about August made it so that he couldn't have that conversation with her.

The way Marcus treat Simon gives me the heebie-jeebies. The scene where Simon says he isn't ready for a serious relationship, I just feel so tense and anxious my body actually has a physical response.

I know some people say that August really just invited Sara over to talk but, I can't get over the fact that he is working out moments before she gets there so that he looks "buff"er. So as much as I think he did invite her over to talk, I think he was also hoping something more might happen.

August turned off the light just before him and Sara had sex. Is that because he's insecure about his body, or was he being considerate for Sara? The light was on when he and Felice were together if I remember correctly, but they weren't facing each other and August clearly did not care about Felice

As much as I hate August, and everything Sara did this season, they are just too freaking adorable together.

Why would Felice read the "if you're in a relationship" part of Sara's horoscope to her? She believes that Sarah is single.

Forest Ridge was ahead of the other team even after Vincent fell off. They can't blame Simon for them losing if they lost after that it happened.

Fuck, I hate Marcus. Simon just looks so uncomfortable from the second he showed up at the rowing competition.

Also August standing up for Simon against Vincent. Uh, what why?!?! He has nothing to gain from that. And Wille just saying nothing... 😢😢 (I don't think Wille is even paying attention to the conversation in front of him until Simon says fuck you I quit.)

The amount of thought that goes into every aspect of this show.. the tone of the music changing when Wille goes from moping inside to wandering and moping outside. Just add so much to the scene that I didn't know I needed.

If August thinks he is going to be punished why does he so willingly go to meet the queen?

The queen knows what a terrible person August is . But, Jan-Olaf and the Royal Court could not have known about what August did. Otherwise they would never have recommended to pull him in as next in line and prepare him to be Crown Prince if Wille fails, could they? They're afraid of Wille failing because they think he's unstable, but what August did just screams horribly unstable.

How is August related to Wille? Was his father the queens brother? I know it is stated they are cousins, but how is the link?

Edvin has spoken in an interview about the fact that Simon and Wille are so comfortable together because they allow each other to be awkward, and that's a stark contrast to the scene Wille shares with Felice. But I just can't find any interaction between Wille an Simon to be awkward, in my brain it's just reads as adorable and quirky and cute and passionate. However, the scene with Felice, every second of that makes me feel unbearably awkward.

Bless Henry. That is all.

[kiwibubbles5]

I hope you don't mind if a Socially Anxious Individual expands some on #3?? :)

Booping is awesome. And all of Tumblr's other interaction buttons range from a little bit to a LOT scarier..

My social anxiety is loads better online vs in person, but it's still there. The prospect of getting to know someone new is still terrifying. (Fair warning, I'm very aware that everything I'm about to discuss worrying about is unrealistic and unreasonable. ✨a n x i e t y✨)

The comment button is scary - I don't know what to say, what if I look stupid or sound mean?

The reblog button is extra scary. I don't like to rb stuff without proper tags for my organization system, and on low energy days, proper tagging can take a lot more effort than you'd think. I also don't want to make anyone feel bad if I rb their post without any comments/compliments/etc in the tags, because what if they come to my blog and see other posts that I have commented on in the tags, and they get sad because they think I didn't deem their art or writing or whatever it is worthy of saying anything about. But, again, figuring out what to say can be really hard and scary.

The like button is scary - likes don't spread the post around or boost it or really do anything, so I really really don't want to press 'like' on anything without reblogging it. So many posts highly encourage reblogging over liking stuff, and for good reason!

But y'all. I have over three hundred and fifty drafts saved right now. Because when I see a post I enjoy - art, writing, even just a relatable or funny thing - if I don't have the energy or time to fight back the social anxiety and reblog it, I save it to tag and post later. I don't leave a like, I don't know how long it'll be till I can get back to posting the reblog. I wanna be a little more social. I want so badly to show people appreciation and give them a lil happiness. But I'm so introverted and anxious.

Boops were a way to connect with somebody without any of the above fears. April 1st was the most active/social I have been on here since... (checks notes) A LONG ASS TIME alright, idk.

A boop says so many things without having to piece together the words to say them. A boop says, "Hi." It says, "We are sharing in this silly little thing together, and that is beautiful." It says "I see you," and "You're a part of this community," and "I care enough about you, random stranger, to send you a cute lil boop or two. To join you in the spirit of something fun." It says "You showed up on my dash! 😄" or "I know that you follow me I appreciate you!" or "Hi moot ily!"

But a boop also feels safe. There's nothing I can phrase wrong or fuck up about a boop. (I mean, I suppose besides spamming someone with too many boops who doesn't want that, but I tried to be super careful to not do that at all, just looked for the posts welcoming spam boops. Oh and I also only sent evil boops to people I knew a bit better, just in case. Okay so clearly even this was not entirely worry-free but it was SO MUCH LESS SCARY.) It just felt so much easier to navigate than all the other, more complex socializing options. Boop. 🐾 Boop back. 🐾 It made me happy to give boops, it made me happy to get return ones. It was. Really fun. (And, to anyone who didn't have a good booping experience - maybe you didn't get lots of boops or return boops - I'm really sorry, I promise I would have booped you if I could. You matter to this community, too 💖🐾💖boop)

The other thing I liked about boops was that they don't necessarily invite nor require any response outside of booping. (And there even comes a point when a booping chain needs to end, so it doesn't feel super anxious to not boop back every single received boop.) A boop could lead to further interaction of some kind, and that's great!! But it doesn't create an automatic expectation of further interaction. I didn't feel pressured to follow people or connect more, or to have a conversation through comments or reblogs/tags - all stuff that I often don't have energy for.

(Fair warning again, no, this level of social anxiety is not healthy, I am trying to work on it guys listen 😅 The boop system certainly isn't a replacement for all the other, deeper ways to connect on Tumblr and I want to get to a point where I'm not so scared someday. But the booping system is really good for low energy days and/or high anxiety levels.)

So, yeah. I can't speak for anyone but myself, but this is why I personally loved the boop buttons and would love for booping to become a permanent function.

((P.S. Oh, I suppose I forgot to mention the ask button. Yeah the ask button is more intimidating and terrifying than any monstrous eldritch entity I could ever come across 😅))

petition for tumblr to make the boop feature permanent. reasons:-

so i can shower my affection on mooties and followers without any limits

validates my sense of appreciation and does not make me feel unwanted

every introverts' dream who loves a blog but is scared to talk with them

feels like an actual physical boop

online love language