#late20s

[m-cxh]

I can relate here... "find a dream that makes you actually want to get up in the morning."

Awhile ago I went for a jog while listening to podcast and talk to God. Asking for his guidance in every opportunity, every person that I will get my feelings on, and all the small things to decide on.. I have grand dreams.. most of the time I get overwhelmed and feel doubtful about it... But if that's for me Lord, then please guide me every day. I get anxious on where I am right now... no clear dream, I'm still figuring out what kind of dreams does this version of Micah have? I know that I have a lot to offer but I don't know where and how to use it. May God bless me with wisdom ang courage to just do the things that is infront of me...

[thirdwheelleader]

I'm 27 now. I have a career, I got a raise, I pay my bills, then why arnt I ok? Why is my credit score so low when I have nothing to show for. Why can't I keep my family afloat?

[kyndahot]

Angel is a completely different person at work vs in their personal life.

Super stoic, super serious at work. They don’t talk much, their appearance is always crisp and put together. They aren’t rude to their coworkers, they’re very polite and they’ll give them small smiles to put them at ease during a conversation but they keep to themselves otherwise.

One day, one of their coworkers invites them to dinner with a small group of their other coworkers and encourages them to bring a plus one if they have one. Angel has been itching for more interactions outside of the pack in general so for the first time they take them up on it and bring David.

And, to the surprise of everyone but David, they become sooo chatty when they sit down, engaging with everyone with a big smile, they’re holding David’s hand while they wait for the food to come out, just being their usual self—the one we get to see most often. Their eyes are softer, brighter and the group instantly becomes less tense in their presence.

Back at work, they’re still pretty quiet compared to their normal but they initiate chatting with their work friends more now and they smile a little more. They seem more approachable and Angel is happy to see how much going out with the others changed the atmosphere at work. They didn’t hate their job by any means— but its work and they aren’t exactly… excited? About going to work ever? They do it because they have to, not because they’re especially passionate about it. Angel has and never had the idea of a “dream job”, they don’t dream about working for the rest of their life up until retirement.

Its much of the same feelings they have about cooking. They know how to cook but they avoid it like the plague because it stresses them out to no end—especially when they’re doing it while they’re starving. In short: Survival & obligation vs actual enjoyment!

That being said, they find themselves less anxious about getting up when their alarm goes off in the morning. They hit snooze just a little less than they used to and David is happy to see them enjoying themselves a little more.

[baconcolacan]

woagh who's this guy

[rimouskis]

I'm still really upset by how beautiful I find this coworker. She's so pretty why is God so unfair

[jadeazora]

Diantha being 20, at least in her character concepts, finalized seems older, makes her conversations with Lysandre (who I've generally headcanonned as probably late30s-early40s. Hopefully he gets one of these bios too, so I can see if my guess is accurate) all the more awkward, since he mildly implies she's getting older, and isn't it her "duty" to stay forever young for her movie roles?

It also makes him being implied to have a celebrity crush on her in the games but especially the manga even more uncomfortable (that said, in the version of her that made it to final, I do get the vibe she's a fair bit older, like late20s-early30s-ish.)

[fatheriimaginedyoutaller]

Omorashi!Oz x Late20s!Reader; At The Amusement Park 🔞 - [M/M]

[OPEN ENDED]

You begged to Oz for one normal people date at the amusement park. You hadn't gone since you were a kid. And finally, those brown puppy eyes of yours convinced him.

You went to the stands and ordered one of those Jumbo Sized Americam Beverages™️

Eventually, you noticed that Oz's waddle gets a bit more pronounced. A bit after you both finished sharing the soda.

You assume it must be his foot, so you decide to guide him to the nearest bench and sit down for a bit.

He insists he's fine and snaps a bit when pressed on the issue.

Cut to flashing the puppy dog eyes again

"Doll, I'm gonna be honest, I gotta pee like a fucking racehorse."

You held back a laugh and take put your map while looking for the nearest restroom so your boyfriend can take care of his... problem.

In the meantime, Oz's stomach starts to make bubbly sounds, and its a bit bloated. You look at him and notice he's gotten rather pale and his face looks like he's panicking.

"Why didn't you tell me it had gotten this bad?" You ask, perplexed. "Must you always be so stubborn?"

Cut to Oz mumbling about being fine.

He's not fine, he's looking around as if begging for a toilet to magically appear.

You finally find the restrooms on the map and gently coax Oz to stand up so you can walk there.

Oz slightly presses his legs together because of the sudden movement. He can feel all the soda turned to waste slushing in his slower abdomen.

You sigh and take his hand in a gesture of comfort.

Oz appreciates it, although he's not sure he can wait that long between steps.

You guide him slowly through the crowd, and he manages to not leak. You're very proud of him.

You reach the restroom... and these a 5 person line.

Oz looks like he's seen a ghost. He's practically dancing on the spot as he fights the urge to grab his crotch

You stand next to him and whisper sweet nothings like "It's okay, babe, just five more minutes."

That sort of encourages him not to wet his pants. Although what he's not telling you is that he can feel a small wet spot the size of a golf ball in his boxers...

What happens next is up to you ;)

[deermouth]

i suppose you can find me here if you so wish. i basically don't use it at all rn, primarily because, with twitter, i had a locked account for posting only with a small friend audience/for stuff that is too freaky/bad times for all 2k+ of you, which remains there because bsky doesn't have a locked feature, and a public account. i've made my public account over here, but I don't really ever switch from twitter bc i am still waiting on a locked acct feature that may never happen. but like. if you want, I will hopefully be there eventually. or learn to crosspost. or suck it up and have my smallacct just be unlocked, i guess??????? whatever. anyways.

[ageofjoshua]

Against the Dead MasterPost

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Late20s!Kiszka twins x Fem!Reader

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In a world overrun by the dead, Y/n has learned how to survive on her own. But when a brutal zombie attack tears her group apart, she’s left with one mission—find her little sister, no matter what it takes. Alone and desperate for answers, she crosses paths with Josh and Jake, two survivors she has no reason to trust. With no other leads, she reluctantly follows them back to their base, stepping into a world of uneasy alliances and buried secrets. As she navigates the dangers of both the dead and the living, Y/n must decide whether Josh, Jake, and their group are the key to finding her sister—or just another threat standing in her way.

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Warnings - 18+!!! violence, gore, strong language, smut, survival themes, weapons & combat

Disclaimer - all fiction, fake everything!!

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Chapter List:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

[bgm05]

im officially starting to develop a widows peak #late20s

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for cutting contact with my friend who had a threat on their life?

🦋🐌🪱 (for me to find post later)

Sounds bad I know. Please hear me out. TW for transphobia and threats of violence.

I (25X) had a friend we’ll call Jay (25transM). Jay and I never were very close. We met as a friend of a friend situation. Prior to when this story begins, we had probably hung out about 9 times over a course of 4 years.

Jay has a bad habit of getting involved in tumultuous relationships. After about 3 years of knowing each other, he suddenly got engaged and moved across the country. We figured there was something majorly wrong, but didn’t know details. About a year and a half later, Jay moved back and told us about the abusive situation.

I felt genuinely bad for Jay. He immediately began dating again and introduced me to his partner, who we’ll call A (late20s, gender-fluid). We went out for drinks once, and they seemed nice enough. I thought Jay was moving a bit fast, but was happy to see this person seemed nice.

About four months after that initial introduction, I end up getting a call out of the blue from Jay begging me to help A. A had moved into a group home several cities away from me. A member of the group him found out A was trans and was physically attacking him. The lady running the group home called A the t slur and was not doing anything to help.

I borrowed my family car and drove to A’s group home, got him checked out of there, and then drove him another 50 miles to get a hotel room near the group home where Jay was staying. A didn’t have any money so I paid for the room for a few days. It was a few hundred which was a lot but manageable for me at the time. A and Jay both thanked me, and I went home.

Months go by, no word from A or Jay. Sudden call from Jay again, this time saying they’ve had to move again and could I please help.

By this time I’d stopped being friend with N, our mutual friend who was the reason we met. I didn’t really expect to hear more from A or Jay. But I wanted to help because we’re both trans here and I was worried for their safety.

I once again put them up in a hotel room for a few days. My financial situation was a bit worse now so this was a big strain, but I would still be able to make my rent so I decided to help. I gave them some links to trans resource centers in the city and left.

Jay and A contacted me a few times after that, but I began to decline their calls. I was worried they would ask me for more money, which I didn’t have to give. On top of this, I felt really emotionally exhausted by the conversations we would have when I’d see them. Family members would call to yell at them (and me) for moving out. Relationship issues. Psychiatric problems and the like.

I feel mostly at peace with not talking to them anymore. Is/was it an asshole move to cut them off, since they didn’t have any other support network of family or other queer people. I gave them the link to the trans resource centers, if that’s any consolations. I still get random messages every now and then saying “hi,” but I don’t reply.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[flmed]

the urge to write jo when he was young / late20s-early30s is strong bc he was just a baby.

[queenlua]

idk how i became a rubbernecker in this one twitter-y (?) Burning Man-y (??) subculture, but

there's something about watching a late20s/early30something dude nuke his entire life for the sake of a bunch of meditation retreats / "healing work" / various complicated relationship entanglements that i find both actively repellent and hopelessly compelling to watch

[jeffament]

there are so few tall men i respect. in fact the only one might be late20s vince vaughn

[unjustmind]

okay so in vampire universe, if a character was turned 18ish, but has been alive for about late20s-early30s. so body age is 18-20, but real age would be 27-32, would it be weird for them to have a relationship with someone who is 24? pls pls pls pls pls answer, im working on a book and the turning age with real age with relationship age gap is hard and tricky

[oc-aita]

WIBTA for just…going along with it?

I am, to make a long story short, in a sticky situation.

CONTEXT: I (late 20sF) am stuck in a hell world where I am constantly undergoing “trials.” Basically, I and three other people have to power up 5 generators in order to escape from whatever place we’re currently in, and we have to make sure to not get killed by a maniac the entire. Fucking. Time. Even worse, this whole thing is pretty much run by an Entity (kind of like Cthulhu?) who feeds on our emotions/souls. I’m sure you can tell that this really fucking sucks.

Ok. Context outta the way, here’s the issue: one of the killers, D(late20s?M), has taken a liking to me. I guess I should’ve figured it out sooner: he’s always chasing me, trying to grab me off the generator, and trying to kill me (which the Entity will let him do, if he burns an offering to it).

Here’s where it gets weird. This last time he killed me, one of my teammates, N(early20sF), caught him kissing me. That is, once I’d died, he kind of…flipped me over and kissed me on the mouth. Imagine the scene from Snow White, but bloody.

He didn’t do anything else, and he didn’t mutilate me or anything like that (which is more than I can say for other killers).

I guess the other killers found out, though, because I’ve had a couple of them tease me about being D’s girlfriend and blah, blah, blah.

So why am I thinking of going along with it?

He’s one of the Entity’s favorites. If the Entity likes a Killer, they get all sorts of perks and gifts. I’m thinking/hoping that if I decide to play along, I’ll have it easier in trials and not, you know, die so often.

I talked to N about it, and she flipped out. She said that my idea is crazy, and that I have no idea what D would actually do if he got his hands on me, and that I have no proof that I would get any benefit from a sexual relationship with a killer.

This is all true, but the thing is, if a person dies enough times, the Entity discards their soul and just…leaves it to rot, forever.

Nobody wants this to happen.

I do not want this to happen to me.

So what if I try to hold off that fate for a little longer? Am I supposed to just sit there and take it until I’m a soulless husk? It would be a purely sexual relationship with no strings attached, because I’m pretty sure he hasn’t got a compassionate bone in his body.

I’m willing to try this only because the alternative is so much worse.