#im not good with feelings

[skrunksthatwunk]

see 0 note flop posts aren't that bad when they're personal but 0 note fandom posts feel literally so bad. like if you don't wanna play toys with me anymore just say that. i'll pack up my super cool awesome things and go and i'll sit on the other side of the playground by myself and i won't even look at you. fuck

[tomwambsgays]

unadulterated loathing

[captainsaltypear]

IS ANYONE ELSE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS OR

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

momlita

[kitskiis]

He keeps doing this I’m gonna cry

[puppymai]

Some lil rant about myself (*￣◇)=3

Just because ♡

Also sorry for the wacky english i suck at grammar in generar lol

Love and relationships are so damn hard to navigate like, i feel so fucking lost and it takes so much energy from me that sometimes i get the fucking idea of just start ignoring everyone like other people don't exist. I would never do that tho, if i did people would get mad and im NOT one for confrontations.

I have never been in a "true" romantic relationship, last time i did was in highschool (im in college right now) and it only lasted three days. It was all rushed and weird especially because i didn't expect the boy to reciprocate this crush, i felt soooo damn uncomfortable i couldn't even hug him. Feeling like this about romance in general isn't new for me, as someone who is still trying to figure himself out i don't want to assume anything yet¿ if that's make sense lmao

I never had boys directly flirt with me but i had some of them declare their crushes and the feeling is so damn weird in a bad sense, i didn't like it at all and mostly i didn't like any of those boys so i always ended saying no in a very weird way or yes because of peer pressure.

As of today this weir bad feeling still doesn't go away, now i have only female friends and most of them know about my prefered pronouns. I always see girls calling themselves wifes and flirting in a joking manner but when it comes down to me and said friends i can't help but cringe so hard when it happeneds and my reactions are always like "haha stfu", i never say things with the intention to be mean or rude but it's if im locked up in that and don't know how else react. Luckily they understand this as a joke and not as some kind of defensive mechanism.

I don't enjoy when friends flirt with me and call me things like handsome, it's physicalli so fucking painful and i don't know how to put boundaries.

! In case anyone gets the wrong idea let's say that outside of words that made seem like a joke i don't get much of a reaction, this is not something they are doing on purpose it's just that I have a clear lack of boundaries ¡

Moving on, romance it's not something that makes me uncomfortable in the day to day it also makes me cringe soooo hard in any kind of media i consume. Im the type to watch series, videos or movies meanwhile doing something else so if a romantic scene comes in i will mostly try to look away.

It's kind of different when the scenes happened in books tho, like it just doesn't bother me as much but still sometimes i will totally skip it as i feel like it but sometimes i will feel guilty about it.

And to finish, i don't really care about sex like at all. It's just one of those things that is there and that's all. Not a priority and don't feel guilty when i skip it.

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

the problem with having a book out the same day as the US elections is that it's like..... hey, so, i see you're struggling through the unending horrors. can i offer you some nice sword lesbians in these trying times? 😬

[ruushes]

companions re-classed part 3 - shadowheart 🌌🌚🌝

*shadowdancer isn't a 5e rogue subclass, it's a 3.5e rogue-based prestige class, but it suits her so well and when i played 3.5e as a kid i thought it was the coolest thing ever lol so i wanted to use it

karlach 🔥 wyll ⚔️

[timefadesaway]

what was the best and/or your favourite film that you watched for the first time this year?

[panthermouthh]

“Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?”

[autumn-may]

Mostly spoiler free summary of my viewing experience

[datcravat]

It seems there's a new lawyer in town!!!

[hinamie]

in spite of everything, I had fun <3

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."