#makes navigating the app so much worse. hate it

[rosenfieids]

why does the tumblr app just redirect any links to begging me to download chrome? fuck chrome i dont wanna download chrome i just wanna see whats in someones carrd ffs

[divineprank]

OKAY. NOW THAT I GOT MY SANCTIMONIOUS FINGER-WAGGING OUT OF THE WAY....

...Kinda!

I had to take a break, and sure enough, the day I WANTED to come back, the computer I use to write with fucking fried. So a friend and I tried our best to troubleshoot it. We thought the problem was the power supply unit failing, but uh, nope! Turns out my entire motherboard just went kablooey! This is perfect timing, as I just bought a fucking car and I lost the job I had. I built the fried computer seven years ago and today, I learned that the motherboard's chipset is no longer being manufactured. So that means I have two options: either start building a new PC altogether or take a gamble on a used, but compatible motherboard.

If I don't have a computer then how am I back? Am I RPing using Tumblr mobile? GOD NO. I hate navigating that app, trying to get it to do anything other than lag, destroy the aspect ratio of your icons, and demolish the formatting of your posts is just like pulling teeth...Except it's worse than pulling teeth because at least at the dentist, you can opt to get high on nitrous oxide when getting that kind of work done. PLUS UH, I don't technically have a phone. I busted mine a while back and am currently borrowing my mom's. Just another thing to spend money I don't have on. 8')

I am currently using a hand-me-down laptop that I obtained as a gift for building a new desktop computer for my dad early this year. The thing is around... 15 years old a this point, and despite how hard I tried to fix this thing, it freezes regularly, overheats and the fans constantly and the CPU just CHUGS. So far I've been able to get by doing very simple work on it and that's going to be the case for the time being.

SO...

Thanks to the limitations I am currently facing, I will be unable to use icons in my RP threads for the time being. They're saved onto the fried desktop computer and I have no way of accessing them currently. It's not a huge loss because I'm not thrilled with my icons but I know some people like to use them, so I apologize for the lack of etiquette there, haha.

Since this laptop suffers like hell doing anything even slightly taxing, I will not be picking up old RPs right now. Most of them are multiple reblogs in and are novel-length, which is typically how I prefer to write. I just know that if i try to open those threads in my drafts and make any changes to them, the browser will freeze and crash. So for the time being, I will just start new, smaller threads rather than try to work on anything I have saved currently.

I AM NOT DROPPING OUR THREADS. I VERY MUCH INTEND TO CONTINUE THEM AND RESPOND TO OUR RPS WHEN I AM ABLE TO GET MY HANDS ON A DEVICE THAT WON'T CRASH WHEN WRITING LARGER POSTS!!!

So, just to reiterate: I will be keeping everything saved and I will NOT be working on any our old RP threads due to the limitations of the 15 year old laptop that I'm currently running. For the time being, I WILL ONLY be writing and participating in new, small RPs. Thank you so much for your understanding. If you have any questions, feel free to send 'em my way!.. And as always, Gan's askbox is open! <3

[scarletanpan]

…

That remote-connection-required GitHub program for my school work had me tweaking so hard i. Impulse bought a laptop yesterday. I have been trying to get one for a few years for school bc my tower is so old and struggles and it’d be nice to be able to take my computer anywhere else so I’m not at home 24/7 bc that’s been killing me for years so like. Had to dig into my savings but it’s still a cheap laptop I just needed it to have decent functionality and after being completely unable to get into it without connecting my Microsoft account I then spent hours uninstalling useless programs and turning off all the dumb sponsors and notifications and random ui features that look atrocious bc I forgot windows 11 existed I was still on 10.

This shit fucking sucks so bad every ten seconds Microsoft is begging u to give them every ounce of your information like it’s not even funny. It’s v easy to click into connecting everything u own to ur computer and like i really don’t care if it’s useful go ahead, but like I’m not tryna do all that. Like can I not just. Use the computer?? Maybe without the system constantly saying how much worse my experience is without one. Like no offense I doubt there’s regulations bc no one would think to fucking do it but it should not be legal to require users to sign up to a service to access their own fucking computer they bought. It literally says if u want to use a local account u can, but after u sign in. So now even tho I’ve tried to delete every trace of my email and removed the original account microsoft edge prompts me with it for sign-in when I open it and no option to delete. So they still have my info even tho I didn’t want to give it to them

And ofc they’re a tech company they need data from users to function but if u don’t glance in the settings there’s a lot of extra ones, to the point that I had to take a break from reading them. Like there’s that fucking many and the ui does way too much back and forth that makes it genuinely exhausting to navigate which is. Interesting

The part that frustrates me the most is that there are now so many random buttons and links on the sidebar every single program in order to redirect to some other microsoft-related features that I can barely tell what I’m navigating sometimes. Everything looks the fucking same, I’m trapped in a fucking soft-edge minimalist window nightmare and it makes me nauseous i think

Might be the only one who feels this way but spending a few hundreds dollars on a brand new computer and then logging in to see the desktop covered with every single possible program (or phone app) u might ever want or need transmuted into this bare, technically functional microsoft void that’s still somehow missing most basic features any active user would need and also can’t be uninstalled w/o settings windows 10 and 11 intentionally removed makes me want to crumble into a ball and die maybe. It’s not hard to add it back but. Just baffling how manipulative the design of the entire system is like. This computer hates my fucking guts for not using its features

Oh and the github shit didn’t work either. Just got to watch it rebuild faster. One of the tech guys on my support case told me the move to github was a v sudden deployment they were rushed into and has lead to tons of issues like this. Which of course, I assumed bc it was Not like this last semester but wow. Love to see tech companies fucking over their workers and the quality of their platform for a deal. Like why is tech annoying and depressing and fucking me in so many ways this isn’t good for my future which I hoped would be tech-centered. It will be anyway I just know I’m gonna be mad abt the stupid fucking ways ppl run their businesses the whole time

[adultswim2021]

Titan Maximum #2: "Busted" | October 4, 2009 - 11:30PM | S01E02

The second dang episode of Titan Maximum is basically a second pilot, taking us through how the newly formed team navigates the bureaucracy of the future government in order to get a replacement giant robot to pilot and have space adventures with. There’s also a little bit of advancement with the villain of the show, a former member of the team. I don’t think I touched on that aspect even a little bit last time. The important thing to know is, they get themselves reinstated with the military and the little brother nerd kid is their new engineer, producing a new mech that’s seemingly superior in every way, except the face is hastily drawn on. The episode ends with them about to do their first actual episodic adventure.

The main characters on the show are mostly dicks. We see them do stuff that dicks do to be dicks and for no other reason other than because they are dicks. That’s the comedy, dicks being dicks. Okay. That’s fine, I guess, if you're not me. In this one we have a flashback to them raping the “statue of unity”, because they were drunk and acting arrogantly for, again, no real reason. Then at one point they do a joke where a grunt foot soldier in another part of the story says an obvious sexual joke out loud and there’s pronounced awkward silence. It’s just like, man, what point are you even making here?

There wasn’t a single funny joke in this whole episode. I started getting actually pissed off. So much so that I failed to keep good notes for this episode; I literally wrote “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THIS SUCKS” in a few different iterations without saying what I was reacting to. I should’ve been writing stuff like “the mean slut is showing her tits and being nasty.” Why, it’s like a season three episode of Sealab 2021, except for it probably took a year to animate instead of an afternoon.

I watched this on adultswim.com, and I’m probably going to get a DVD or download of this or something to watch instead. I was literally getting like, cartoonishly angry at this show, so much so that I started punching stuff. I am a lunatic, yes, but usually bad shows don’t upset me this much. Then, midway through the episode? I swear to fucking god, there was like 4 minutes of ads. They just jammed a commercial break in and it took for fucking ever. Every time a new ad started I actually started growling. Lotta ads for new shows coming soon to HBOMax. They all look like shit. Goddamn, I have never hated an app more than that app. I am thankful I don’t actually pay for it myself. 

To make it even worse: the one thing I stated as a positive about this show was the closing credits, which they interrupt for a lame callback joke. Then after the credits are over, they include a tag where a housekeeper explains an earlier joke where somebody pees in their space suit thinking it has a waste collection receptacle even though it doesn’t. Yeah, I saw that episode of Venture Bros. too.

MAIL BAG

got me katanas i want you to know, slicing up doors i want you to know, girl it's home movies i want you to know, don't know about you but i am wack...y coach mcguirk, wanna grow up to be, be a bob belcher

this was nice, pal, and I got a good laugh outta the deal. Well, see ya!

What can Delocated do in Season 2 to win you back? You seemed really down on it by the end. You didn't even like the part where he named all of Paul Rudd's lesser known movies.

You are full of shit! I literally named the final episode my favorite episode so far. I think all the feelings I had for the show roughly resembled the feelings I had for it back when it premiered. You're ignorant, pal.

He was in Anchorman, and The 40 Year Old Virgin, he was in The Shape of Things. He was in Clueless and Romeo + Juliet. He did a thing in Reno 911: Miami. The Cider House Rules. P.S. The Oh In Ohio. Knocked Up. He had a series of Broadway credits: The Last Night of Ballyhoo. Three Days of Rain with Julia Roberts. Twelfth Night at Lincoln Center. HE WAS IN HOUSE HUNTING!

"I like this" -me. See, now leave me alone.

Honestly I really like the *premise* of Titan Maximum. it's surprisingly earnest with it's deconstruction of Voltron, the character drama, the running story had a lot of potential, it looks great, Even the implied worldbuilding is fun. But like you said, the character writing is AWFUL. It's like a time capsule of the late 2000s "Workaholics" writers' board (twitter DOT com/podimportant/status/1369836756971835402). It sucks cause I like everything else about it but it really brings it down.

I probably should've noted this in the first episode, but I've never been a Voltron devotee. I don't remember ever watching it as a kid, and I've only seen a couple episodes as an Adult out of curiosity. So some of this show is probably lost on me. But the writing is so bad, I would highly doubt it would add anything for me.

[pastamansta]

A Beginner's Guide to Finding More Films

I don't recommend reblogging this post, as I will update it frequently as I find more tools and hone my craft. This post will gain traction by being referenced in the posts I make using these tools and methods, hopefully spreading some much-needed information in an engaging, interesting format. Only time will tell if this experiment will work, but if even one person finds their new favorite film, discovers a film they just can't quit thinking about, or even just gains a better love for cinema, I will be happy knowing that the time that I have put into this will have been well-spent.

If you are looking to diversify your film diet or can't find something to watch, just do some research. It's easier than it sounds.

Oftentimes, there are those who recommend lists, to start at the top of and work your way down. While I do not believe this is a horrible way to go about such a task, I believe there's something unapproachable about this to a beginner. It's cold, it's factual, and it's entirely impersonal. I believe that learning to truly love film is a journey, a journey that most have already started on. This guide is made with the idea that you've seen a movie before. If you haven't... well, maybe those cold, factual, impersonal lists are for you! In order for this guide to work for you, it is working under the assumption that you have seen, without "truly investing yourself in the world of cinema," a few films before; some that you liked, some that you disliked, some that you loved, some that you hated, some that you think about, some that you've forgotten about, but definitely at least a few films.

Letterboxd is where I think everyone should start. It's free. Create an account, download the mobile app, if you prefer, and, from this point forward, log every film that you watch. How you rate them, how you write about or review them, that is a method you'll form for yourself over time, but the point is to have a documented list of every film you've seen, starting from when you created the account. Don't bother trying to log every film you've seen before creating the account, there's little to gain from that, but, when you watch a film that you know you've seen at any point before, simply mark that you've "watched this film before."

Now, pick a film that you've seen before and would watch again. If you watched that film with someone else, anyone else, I would recommend you ask yourself if you would watch it again by yourself. This is an attempt at forcing you to be critical for your own benefit. It can't just be a film that you "liked," or "didn't hate," or even "had a good time with." It needs to be something that you enjoyed, in some way, so fully, that you would watch it from beginning to end a second time with no prompting. This will be the first film you research. If you have many of these, that's a good thing.

On Letterboxd, every film has its own page. That page has many different categories, but under the "crew" section you will be given a list of the people who helped create the film, from directors and producers to cinematographers and choreographers. Every contributor to the project will be listed by name. If you're just starting out, I'd focus on three key elements; director(s), writer(s), and the actors that you personally enjoyed seeing on screen. You could already know some of these names, but it doesn't hurt to double-check! In the future, if you find that you are truly passionate about film and every aspect of it, look into other crew members, look into editors, cinematographers, and composers, but try to pace yourself.

There are other places to find this information, most notably IMDb and Wikipedia. IMDb has, as of 2023, gotten worse than it used to be, but there's still information that, occasionally, can only be found there, if one is only willing to learn how to navigate the site's revamped interface. You should also never be afraid to simply read the Wikipedia article for a film that you enjoy; oftentimes there is a great deal of information on a variety of topics from the general critical consensus upon release, the budget compared to how much it made, and sometimes even a summarized retelling of the film's production.

However, the reason I recommend Letterboxd for research, not just the logging system, is that it offers a visually appealing, poster-based viewing of the information and multiple options on how to sort through the works that an individual creator has worked on.

Automatically, Letterboxd sorts the works by popularity, what the creator is best known for, but also gives you options to sort by "highest average rating" or "latest release date." If you're looking for the best hits of whichever director, writer, or actor you've chosen, "popularity" and "highest average rating" will suit you well. However, if you find yourself obsessed with a particular artist, sorting by release date will give you a frame of reference to watch them grow in their field… or perhaps decay, depending on the person. There's also another fun tool, which is a little more obvious on the mobile app, but just as findable on the browser version, in the top left, under the individual's name, where you can sort through the different fields in which this person has worked on films. Most filmmakers don't stick to just one field; many directors are also writers, and many actors have tried their hand and directing. You'll never know, unless you look, but if you're really interested in a creator, a quick trip to Wikipedia can prove just as useful.

Going through the other works that the creator of a thing you already enjoyed will usually provide interesting results. Interesting is the key word, as you're not guaranteed to find something just as good as the film you found, but there's no telling what you might find. Perhaps, earlier in their career, they contributed to something so different from the thing you discovered them from, it borders on humor. Perhaps, after contributing to the film you discovered them from, they proceeded to make a film that looks so horrible you just have to see if a creator that made something you enjoyed so much could make something so bad! Perhaps, they also contributed to ANOTHER film you've seen and, suddenly, a few things about it make a little more sense! There's a million possibilities, and if you don't go down the rabbit hole, you'll never see where it goes.

Every now and then, you might be interested in a particular genre more than others. This is perfectly natural and there is still a way to research this as well! Try these quick search terms into your web browser of choice!

"best/influential GENRENAME IMDb"

"best/influential GENRENAME Letterboxd"

"best/influential GENRENAME Reddit"

If you've never used either platform before, you might not have known that Letterboxd and IMDb both allow users to curate their own personal lists, which work perfectly for just such a request! Reddit's a lot more individual-based in their recommendations, but it usually won't steer you too wrong, thanks to the upvote system and, sometimes, you'll find incredibly dedicated users who write out some really impressive guides to the genre. Browse through those and see if you find anything that catches your eyes, but, remember, either before or after, you have to do a quick browse of what the director, writer, and the actors that stood out to you have done over their careers!

However, you might realize that your particular genre of choice could feel a little small or, perhaps, the film doesn't seem to particularly fit into any individual genre. Maybe it's an amalgamation of multiple genres, or so distinct that it seems that there's little truly like it. This is where the fun really starts.

Both IMDb and Letterboxd have algorithms that recommend films at the bottom of every page. While it would be easy enough to stop here, and, trust me, the algorithm is usually good enough that you could stop here, I would ask you to push further, and read some of the user-submitted reviews on Letterboxd of that film of yours that you could rewatch at the drop of a hat. Read over some positive reviews. Find some that really speak to you, that like the same parts of the films that you do, maybe some that saw something in it that you didn't see. Then, look at their profile. If that person saw the same thing you saw in that film, then there's a good chance that they're the prime person to recommend a film to you. Read over their "reviews" or browse their "diary" and look over the things they recommend. Then, while you're at it, look at the things they don't. Most of us have our pet peeves and soft spots, our things in movies that really work and really don't. Learn a little about how they enjoy film, and you'll read their reviews in an entirely different light. Along the way, you'll gain incredibly personalized recommendations, often for films you might never have found or considered, learn a little about modern film critique, and hopefully understand how you like films a little better.

If it sounds easy, that's because it is. If it sounds hard, I promise it's easy.

These are about all the tools I can give you, but here are a few more things that I've learned from my journey with film;

Stay away from the fandom culture. Learn to love an art form, not an artist, not a franchise, not a brand.

Enjoy the films you enjoy, support the films you enjoy, discuss the films you enjoy, but don't stop once you've found a thing you like. Keep going. Keep researching. Keep watching. It doesn't benefit you to stop.

Don't forget to look into the directors, writers, and actors of films in a franchise. It's easy to forget, but a franchise with nine films could have anywhere between one and nine directors, and that's assuming that each film only had one!

Don't be afraid to dislike a film. It says nothing about those who like it, those who made it, or even the film itself. Your personal, subjective, individual take on a film should not upset anyone.

Film is a highly American-oriented art. You will have to go out of your way to find foreign films, but that should never be a chore. You can, and will, find a new favorite, if you get past "the one-inch-tall barrier of subtitles."

Film is a highly straight and a highly white field. You will have to go out of your way to find minority-made films, but that should never be a chore. You can, and will, find a new favorite, if you get past the fact you might love a film that few know of. You might just be able to help change that.

Never cut yourself off from a genre. Every genre of films has something worth liking. EVERY genre.

CERTAINLY, NEVER cut yourself off from a DECADE. Let alone DECADES. Older films may have to be appreciated differently, but you cannot allow yourself to simply not explore them at all because "they're old."

Listen to recommendations for films often, but listen to recommendations against films rarely. Positive recommendations get people to watch films for themselves, then come to their own conclusions. Negative recommendations get people to stay away from films, then parrot that information whenever asked about the film in question.

Bad people make good art. Don't support them, but experience the art anyway.

Good people make bad art. Be honest, but don't be cruel.

Occasionally, watch a "bad" film. Watch something that critics hated, watch something that the average viewer hated, watch something that your friend hated. You could surprise yourself, and realize that something that doesn't work for everyone else really works for you. If it doesn't, no biggie! Now you have a prime example of what a bad film looks like. It will only help your comparisons in the future!

Revisit films, whether you liked them or not. You are not perfect, you will never be fully objective, and, sometimes, your feelings will change. Allow yourself to.

[pepsi-maxwell]

at this point I feel almost contractually obligated to prompt someone offering to toss MJF's salad for him. (I feel like Cody would be sufficiently bitchy about it.)

i feel like you are both absolutely right and that cody would have accidentally done it in a very public way, because i love the idea of him tweeting “where are you, i'll come toss your salad for you, stop throwing a tantrum about it”

under a cut for length, talk about tossing salad (nothing explicit) and the precursor to phone sex

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He’s in the shower when the notification comes through, which means he doesn’t see it until about twenty minutes later.

By that point, Cody’s original, incredibly suspect tweet tagging him has long since been deleted, but the evidence remains in the form of screenshots, and a number of replies also tagging him, blowing up his notifications in an even more annoying way than usual.

Most of them he’s happy to ignore; doesn’t care about the opinions of IWC smarks with nothing better to do than smash their cheeto dust-stained fingers against a keyboard or a phone screen, and he’s happy to stay far, far away from the accounts that are already using it as... shudder, fanfiction fodder.

But then there are the responses from the people he works with on a weekly basis, which are somehow even worse than the fanfiction.

Five sobbing emojis coupled with a doe-eyed pleading one from Caster. Some awful gif of someone in a gimp mask eating a taco from Punk, which is frankly ridiculous given the stories he’s heard about what Punk’s used his mouth for.

Even the Pinnacle aren’t above making fun at his expense, which he thinks maybe is the price paid for the clear lack of leadership ever since they abandoned him. Dax, Cash, and... ugh, even Wardlow all making their own witty remarks about it.

Well.

Not all of them.

Spears, ever loyal, has replied to a screenshot of Cody’s tweet with a helpfully misguided “who wouldn’t?”, but that’s just invited its own secondary chain reaction of responses, including one from Caster saying something truly filthy that he’s not even sure is physically possible, and Punk replying with the same fucking gimp gif.

It’s about that point that he decides to open his direct messages, because clearly his Twitter feed is going to be a wasteland for the next month, thanks so much for that, Cody. Time to talk to the source of all of this.

Are you seriously going to tell me you didn’t know what tossing salad means???

Almost immediately he sees the three dots indicating a response.

Are you going to tell me that wasn’t some desperate plea for someone to toss your salad for you?

He almost throws his phone across the room when the message comes through. He hadn’t—expected him to double down on it. Has to reread the message twice to try and whether or not they’re talking about the same thing.

Hates the weird, shocky burst of arousal that comes from imagining Cody eating ass, eating his ass specifically, wonders if this makes him just as bad as the other disgusting perverts he has the misfortune to work with.

You’re too late anyway, I did it myself

Didn’t think you were that flexible, Max

Fucking— alright. That answers that question. Raises a whole bunch more, but still. He closes the stupid bird app. Navigates to the few actual numbers that have the honour of being saved in his phone. Unwinds the towel around his waist and lets it drop to the floor. Sits down on the edge of his bed, gets a hand on his dick.

Makes a call.

[ina-nis]

I’m not kidding... sometimes I visit the AvPD reddit and, although I understand the “self-loathing cycle” of vent posts, people complaining and being overly negative/pessimist and how that doesn’t help things; the flip side is the “exposure helped me build social skills and improve” in posts about how people overcame the disorder.

“I had to expose myself to social situations and actively try to learn and pick up on social skills. During this process, an upward spiral is created. The more you learn, the better you can navigate social situations, the less you feel the urge to avoid, the more you socialize, the more you learn, etc...“

I wonder... where do I even fit?

I understand that venting and crying over spilled milk has its merits but it’s pointless in the big scheme of things. So I vent and try to find workarounds and answers, until I feel more or less hopeful.

I also understand that when you deal with your share of social anxiety and lack of skills in dealing and talking with people, it’s extremely difficult. But, as people correctly point out: that’s something that can be improved, practiced and become second nature.

So... I’m not venting hopelessly anymore, and I don’t lack the social skills to deal with other people but... I’ve seen no such upward spiral so far.

I don’t think I even fit the profile of Type II avoidants, “mingles”, because my lack of connection and intimacy with others isn’t due to fear of these things themselves, but mostly because people don’t get close to me in the first place. That unwillingness to get closer makes me read the whole ordeal as “rejection” so I don’t even bother. I try to not get close to unavailable people, and unfortunately that isn’t always obvious because people tend to communicate poorly. I don’t really like novelty and I’m not always searching for new people to talk. I understand rejection is part of life and not everything or everyone is meant to me, I know my self-esteem is low and that’s a work in progress. I don’t go out expecting people to accept me, or thinking everyone hates me and finds me repulsive, I tend to have no expectations (that are usually confirmed when nothing happens). I make an effort to not look outwardly desperate but it’s hard without coming off as aloof and disinterested, then I make an effort to look involved, but it might come off as too exciting or desperate.

Regardless, it’s hard to meet available people in person, even peers. And online, people are automatically unavailable because of the distance.

“Well, of course things are not working, you take the solutions and find all their flaws without giving it a shot.”

I want to see a “solution” that doesn’t look like something completely delusional, because I have failed to see how any of these things can work in practice after putting so much time and effort into practicing.

Yeah, maybe I’m in the wrong places talking to the wrong people, but these are the places accessible to me, and these are the people in there, what can I do about it? I don’t really see much else to do.

I’ve been hyping myself up to try dating apps for a while now. Maybe that will help. I don’t really see how it can make anything worse than it already is.

And as for a diagnosis... I don’t know.

The first I noticed there was something wrong was during a therapy group I participated. A little over an year ago. I highly benefited from the first time, so I thought trying again with another group and another approach would be good, and it was... sort of. By the end of the program, I was left feeling completely alienated, my “therapy-persona” did a great job in interacting and listening, but me, myself? I felt unable to connect and a sense of dread started sprouting and for the first time I was aware.

I found out AvPD was a thing while trying to figure out what was wrong with me. For a long time I thought this was another symptom of Complex PTSD (as this disorder tends to mimic other mental health issues extremely well), but my PTSD symptoms were mostly under control, and a lot of the trauma have been worked on in past therapies. I thought it was social anxiety, and for a while, I really was socially anxious, but anxiety is easy to manage once you know what triggers it and what you can do, so that was also out of the way. I thought it could be autism too, as I’m read as autistic all the time by others (especially by autistic people themselves), but I have only started to show autistic traits way into my adulthood. Maybe I’m on the very end of the spectrum, and now that so many of my mental health issues are under control, the traits have surfaced. Or maybe that was all trauma after all.

In the end, it all came down to dysfunctional avoidance causing distress in my daily life, and I thought it could be a symptom of something else. But now I’m very convinced that avoidance is the disorder itself. I see myself struggling with my brain to stop doing it because there’s no need for that, and it doesn’t listen to me. I dissociate, and “avoid” either way.

My insight about the disorder is much greater now even though I don’t even fit on it anymore, but I don’t know where else I would fit then. It helps me if what I feel has a name, and it helps me to know that it’s something external to me, even if it’s part of who I am, it’s not all of what I am, and it’s its own separated thing.

And now I’m at a point where even therapy is a trigger, and my solitary hobbies and passions are causing me distress, but throwing myself out there and around people isn’t helping either, finding more hobbies and other things to do will only buy time, and address nothing.

I’ve cornered myself by finally recognizing my own aloneness.

The remedy is connection, and I’m trying so damn hard every day to find anything, any kind of connection that doesn’t feel like a trigger and something, someone who stays and is available to me.

If not that, I just want to be able to enjoy and do my hobbies and things I like again without wanting to kill myself. I don’t want to think about how lonely I am, I don’t have to think about it because it’s a fact of life, it always have been and it’s hard to believe it will change.

Probably the fact that I didn’t give up and I’m facing this upfront is what drove me into a corner, and this is the hardest, isn’t it?

[freedomfireflies]

Well not so great update. I thought things were fine he messaged me back yesterday and seemed cool/normal. Then left me on delivered, messaged back once and I've been left on delivered for almost 24 hours now. I checked the app and his account was deleted yesterday as well. Not even unmatched just deleted. Why ask me for my number then ghost? I hate having to start over and over again with new people on these apps. What makes it worse is that we were literally only going to meet to hookup. Like I really couldn't keep his attention long enough to fuck?

Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!! Ghosting is never the mature way to handle things and I'm hoping maybe this is just a misunderstanding???

I don't think it has anything to do with you, truly!! Maybe he realized he wasn't comfortable with the general idea or apps anymore! Or maybe something happened in his personal life! Either way, if ghosting you was his only thought instead of letting you know he had changed his mind, he's not someone you want to waste your time on! And when the trash takes itself out, it saves us so much time and frustration!

I know that might not be very helpful but truly, even if you have to start over, I think that's for the best! You'll find someone that's willing to communicate and be respectful of your time! Which is what you deserve anyway ♥️ Still, I'm so sorry you have to go through this! It's never a fun thing to navigate and I hope you realize this is all on him!

[allylikethecat]

I just read (Sometimes) for the first time. I don’t know how it took me so long, I’ve been keeping up with make way for ducklings since the first chapter. But wow, (Sometimes) made me feel things. The way you were able to write that and literally break me to pieces— gosh that’s talent. You’re truly so talented.

No pressure here from me for a sequel, but have you ever considered what ends happening to matty? If he’s able to heal and be okay with George and the boys? I would love to hear your thoughts

!!!!!

First off, thank you so much for reading Make Way for Ducklings! That fic is one of my precious babies and I was so nervous about posting it since I hadn't seen any other mpreg in the fandom and I was worried people were going to hate it, or me or worse totally ignore it. Instead, it seems to have found an audience and I could not be happier about it! What started out as a very self indulgent project turned into something that other people enjoy! Which is so absolutely amazing and makes me so thankful to all the nice people on the internet 🥰

(Sometimes) is probably one of my favorite fic that I've ever written, like top 3 for sure, and was another one I was nervous about posting (is this a trend? Me being nervous? it might be a trend) because of the delicate subject matter. I'm so immensely proud of it and am so happy that other people have enjoyed it and that it has made them ~feel things~ I feel bad about it, but making Fictional!Matty suffer brings me a lot of joy and I love that other people enjoy his fictional hardship as well.

Thank you so, so, so much for your kind words about my writing! I honestly teared up reading this ask, I love writing SO MUCH, both fanfiction and original fiction and to get positive feedback from people? (Or honestly any kind of feedback) is just so incredible and I am so incredibly thankful. I had an English Teacher in 9th grade that told me I was an awful writer, and that I had no talent for it and had no business pursuing it, so I should just stop trying to force it (The best is that I still have it ALL in the email she wrote it in printed out as motivation) and so every comment, every hit, every kudos is an extremely validating F You to her.

In terms of a sequel/companion to (Sometimes) it is something that I have considered and have played around with. I'm not sure if it's something that will ever get fully fleshed out or posted, it currently lives in the very rough bullet point stage of outlining in the Notes app on my phone, but from what I do have, Fictional!Matty is very much (obviously and rightfully) not okay, and it takes a lot and a long time for him to feel okay or like things might be okay again. One of the big notes I have is him navigating how physical and affectionate the guys all are with each other, and also the blatant size difference between the rest of the guys and Matty and how he feels about that after being physically violated and overpowered. Maybe if I ever finish one of my twenty thousand others WIPs I'll flesh it out and post it! Either in completed form or my bullets on Tumblr.

Sorry for the worlds longest response to your ask! I got a little over excited and had to geek out over my own fic. If you made it this far, thank you so much again for your kind words and for reading! They really mean so much to me!

❤️Ally

[wfmrish]

Baseless Suspension on Twitter

Twitter is a social media app focusing on microblogging and sharing thoughts and opinions with others with similar ideas. It is an incredible platform to find like minded people and form communities. People from all over the globe are brought together within a small space to discuss their thoughts. There is an undeniable joy in finding people who share your interests and are willing to talk about it which makes twitter an incredible media platform. 

It is also, however, very easy to get lost in the world of twitter. Spending too much time online can take its toll on a person. Being chronically online can alter certain personality traits which could vary in different people. For some, it's a good thing since twitter provides a plethora of information that might not be available for them to know otherwise. For others, however, it can be disastrous. This could be due to the toxicity that is prevalent on twitter. There are multiple accounts that act as trolls and go fishing for situations to harass people online. This leads to a very important discussion about twitter that has been debated over years, the censoring of tweets.

Freedom of speech is a constitutional right in most countries. However, it is not always so black and white. What does one do when this freedom of speech is raised in cases of hate speech against minorities? On twitter, too, this is a common problem. Although people are free to tweet whatever they want, there are Community Guidelines set in place for the safe sailing of the application. Certain rules are set against acts of violence, terrorism and harassment. Twitter has the power to delete tweets, issue warnings and even suspend accounts seen to be breaking these guidelines. 

These guidelines are supposed to help people have a safe and secure experience on the social media platform but they are often observed to act as means of censoring people. Multiple accounts are seen where tweets were deleted that weren’t actually breaking these guidelines or doing so for a cause that was just but still suffering. Various people have got their accounts suspended and even deactivated due to trivial things which the app considers to be offensive but is not in reality meant that way. Baseless suspensions like these create a fear of expressing actual feelings on the platform and many people lose their trust on the site.

What is worse is that people who actually break the guidelines, but do so in a way that is not directly in violation of the rules are let free without a scratch. People spewing misinformation in their tweets which can directly or indirectly harm various communities suffer no consequences of their actions, while friends casually showing their affection through light jokes is considered to be grounds for suspension. There are people who use their twitter accounts to target and harass minorities like the LGBTQ+ community and they have to face no repercussions because apparently their targeted harassment is not in violation of the twitter code of conduct since they don't necessarily use offensive words. The technology is supposed to be advanced enough to change the world, but if it can't distinguish friendly banter from hateful conduct then what is the use of it?

The topic is still up for arguments because completely disabling the guidelines will lead to an increase in such activities, but keeping the current system is not without its flaws. All we can do now, is hope for a better alternative or updated technology in the future so that users can navigate the platform more securely.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Begrudgingly trying to look for a new phone because my current one (which I’ve had for 8 years) is having some issues but like......hhh.. Every person I know who has a newer phone like.. theirs SUCKS lol.. you can’t take the back off/battery out, some you can’t even change out the microSD because apparently they expect you to just use evil ~~cloud storage~~ or whatever nonsense, they come with so many apps built in which you can disable but not fully delete (wasting space on the phone), can’t control when updates happen, one of my friend’s has to be connected to the internet just to get voicemails??? like having to be connected to wifi or mobile data just for some BASIC functionalities is insane (I prefer to keep my internet disabled at all times unless using it, hate the idea of just being internet connected constantly in the background and having all these apps sending and receiving data and giving dumbass notifications when I’m not even actively using them), SOME of them don’t even have a built-in GENERIC notes app or media player (like I’m just supposed to download spotify instead of using my collection of youtube to mp3 files?? lmao) or photo viewer (I know someone who doesn’t have a generic ‘photos’ app, just “Google Photos’ which prompts them to make an account and login every time they open the wretched thing), etc. etc. etc. 

Genuinely, if it weren’t for my need to be able to use the internet to map and check bus directions/look up things on the go when needed, organize/transport files, and take photos on a whim when I may not have my camera with me - I would legit just get one of those basic non-smart phones where you can only text and make calls lol ... alas... ToT

[innocet]

Ughhhhhhhhhh

[harry-on-broadway]

Just Thinking About You: A Tying You to Me Extra

Word Count: 2K || Series Masterlist || Rating: M

January/February 2019

Harry didn’t know what hurt worse. The pounding in his head or the ache in his chest that had been his permanent companion since July.

He rolled over and looked at the clock. It was just after three in the morning. At least he got five hours of sleep under his belt. He’d learned over the past several months that once he woke, it was hard to drift back off thanks to his racing mind.

He’d been trying different methods of relaxing over the weeks – meditation, long walks, yoga, fresh air, calling his mom – but the remedy he’d chosen last night had been alcohol, accepting shot after shot from some friends of a friend who’d dragged him from bar to bar. He figured it would knock him out cold, but instead he found himself wide awake and alarmingly clear-headed. He sighed as he rolled over in bed, cringing when he landed on the cool side of the sheets. The usually refreshing sensation just reminded him of how alone he was.

It had been about six months since he’d last spoken to Quinn as she’d left his house, crying over pain he’d needlessly inflicted on her. He’d been the one that was responsible, but had done nothing to comfort her and just let her walk away. It seemed like the right decision at the time, but he regretted it daily.

He sat up and grabbed his phone, flicking his thumb across the screen to unlock the device and navigate to his chain of messages with Quinn. It was always at the top of the thread thanks to the near daily texts he sent her. He looked at the most recent ones.

Happy New Year, Agent Q. Hope you’re well. I miss you.

Tried a new type of candy today. You’d probably like it. It tasted like Skittles.

Caught some sketches from last night. The show was great.

Would you want to catch up sometime?

The last message had been sent just hours earlier at the peak of his intoxication. He hated how pitiful he sounded, even months after their break up. He picked at a loose piece of skin on his thumb as he scrolled further and further back, taking in the transition from his pleading messages to the terse ones they shared during his time on tour. With the benefit of hindsight, it was plain to see that something was wrong, but his head had been so far up his own ass at that point that he’d thought they were fine.  He continued to pick at his finger as he read over the words, wincing when he pulled a large chunk of skin off. He pulled his thumb to his mouth, sucking away the droplet of blood that had formed.

Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes and he tried to tell himself that he was crying due to the pain in his finger, but he couldn’t lie. He laughed bitterly at the situation: he was quite literally a grown man sitting in a hotel room crying while he sucked his thumb. If only Quinn could see him now. Maybe she was better off without him.

The tears fell harder as he kept scrolling, reading through the light banter they’d exchanged early on and taking in just how much Quinn cared about him. All of those early messages had asked after him. 

How are you? 

How was the flight? 

Are you getting over that cold? 

Feeling nervous about the show tonight? 

It was only as he read them with fresh eyes that he realized I’d rarely returned the favor, so caught up in his own life and own shit that he never thought to think of her.

Reaching the very beginning of their chat history he closed out of their messages and opened the Photos app just two squares over, now an act of muscle memory after making it part of his nightly routine. He knew exactly where to look, cycling past snapshots of his recent travels to find the three measly pictures they’d taken during their time together.

One was a screenshot he’d taken during one of their many FaceTime calls, each of them bundled up in their respective beds, and another was a shot of the two of them from his final show at the Forum. He hated that one. Quinn’s eyes looked so sad. His favorite was from one of the first times he’d made an effort to visit her, when he was in town to play Radio City. It was a selfie in bed, taken the morning after his show. Quinn had pulled the sheets up to her neck and was trying to hide from the camera, turning her face into Harry’s shoulder. She’d never looked more beautiful.

A chain of meaningless texts and three photos. How could that be all that was left of the most significant relationship in his life?

Ever a glutton for punishment, he pulled up Quinn’s Instagram profile. He didn’t know why. It would be exactly the same as yesterday. He felt a tightening in his chest as he looked at the small profile picture. She was in a park somewhere, smiling brightly, hair blowing behind her. She was looking off the side, smiling and laughing at someone off camera. Fuck, he missed her. She’d changed the profile picture since they’d spoken and he couldn’t help but wonder who made her laugh like that. Had she ever been that happy with him?

Looking at the grid, he found the same 72 images that had been there when he’d looked yesterday. She hadn’t posted anything since before she flew out to Los Angeles to see him. No posts, no stories, nothing. Unless she’d been using her Close Friends group, which he clearly wasn’t a part of. Fiddling with the raw skin of his thumb again, stared at the screen. Was the lack of new posts because she was so happy in the real world that she didn’t need to share in the virtual one? Or was she so despondent that she couldn’t bear logging on? He’d never want her to feel upset, but there was a small part of him that hoped he wasn’t alone in feeling as sad and lost as he did.

He placed his phone on the bed next to him and rubbed his face, dragging his hands across his cheekbones. Opening his eyes, he fixed his gaze on a small scuff on the ceiling. He’d spent his sleepless nights trying to figure out how the mark had ended up there. He still hadn’t come up with an answer. Quinn would probably know, or at least have some theory about it. She was smart like that.

He closed his eyes again and took a deep, calming breath. As he tried to rest his mind, he thought back to the last time he’d visited the city the previous September.

New York always put him on edge. It was easily the most difficult city to stay under the radar in. Someone or some camera was always lurking around the corner, ready to pounce, and keeping his guard up 24/7 was exhausting. But when his flight touched down, the wave of anxiety that washed over him had nothing to do with fans or paparazzi. He was looking for Quinn. Every street he went down, every coffee shop he stopped in, he was searching for her.

He came close once.

It was some sort of fashion week event. He was once again a guest of a guest and was milling about making conversation with people he would probably never see again when he caught sight of someone he actually wanted to talk to.

Maria, Quinn’s roommate. Did that mean Quinn was here too?

He ended the conversation and pushed his way through the crowd of people, until he reached her, a little out of breath.

“Maria?” he asked, though he was almost certain she remembered him. “It’s Harry.”

She looked at him, frozen in shock. “Hi,” she said slowly. “I’ll catch up with you later,” she added to the woman she’d been in conversation with. She turned back to Harry, but said nothing.

“How have you been?” he asked a little too earnestly.

“Good,” Maria replied uncertainly. “How about yourself?”

“Good, good. Is Quinn here?”

“No, just me.”

“How’s she been then?”

“Um, she’s fine.”

“Oh wow, yeah that’s great. What’s she been up to?” He hoped the real meaning of his question – Is she seeing anyone? – wasn’t as painfully obvious as it felt.

“Come here,” Maria said, pulling them towards an empty corner. She sighed and looked at Harry once they had some space from the crowd. “I feel weird about this, Harry. I’m not your biggest fan after what happened.”

“Yeah, I know I fucked up, but I –” He hesitated. “I’ve just been thinking about her and wanted to make sure she’s doing alright.”

“She is. She’s moved on and I suggest you do too.” Maria patted his shoulder gently. “It was nice to see you, Harry,” she murmured as she stepped around him.  

He was stunned.

He called Jeffrey on the way back that night, wanting a sympathetic ear.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, H. It’s not that weird. People move on and you all didn’t end on the greatest of terms,” he said, voice tinny through the phone speaker. “You can’t expect her to be waiting around pining for you. Maybe you should take Maria’s advice. It could be good for you.”

Unsatisfied, he made his way through his contacts. His mom, his sister, Mitch, anyone he could think of that would side with him and tell him exactly what he wanted to hear. That Quinn hadn’t moved on, that she’d give him a second chance, that everything would be alright. At first, they all played along, willing to talk through the situation for the fortieth time, but soon patience wore thin. They told him to start thinking about other people, turn pain into art, but he still wanted to wallow. Which he did, until his inner circle gave him the wake-up call he’d been dreading: he needed to get over Quinn – quickly.

Which is how he wound up in Japan, hoping time alone would give him the clarity he’d been looking for and the motivation to leave Quinn and the feelings he still carried for her behind. But it hadn’t worked out that way as he’d spent every night since he arrived thinking about her.

He closed his eyes and took another deep breath. Maybe sleep would come now.

The cycle repeated itself night after night until a random Wednesday when he fell asleep and stayed asleep. When he woke the next morning his first thought wasn’t about Quinn – it was about what he wanted for breakfast. Slowly, day by day, the fog lifted until Quinn was just a tiny part of his daily thoughts. Combing her social media feeds and sending unanswered text messages became a weekly occurrence instead of a daily one. He was getting better. His friends – Jeffrey, Glenne, Kid, and others – had all noticed as they stopped by over the weeks and encouraged him to start writing again.

“Not sure I’m ready for that,” he mumbled into his cup of coffee.

One night though, about a week after his 25th birthday, a notification popped up on his phone. The Photos app was telling him he had a memory. These were usually stupid things, a screenshot had taken or a random picture of a plant, so he was curious to see what this one was about. He wasn’t prepared for the gut punch that followed.

The picture of him and Quinn. In bed.

Shit. That trip to visit her had been just about a year ago.

The feelings he’d been managing so well lately came rushing back and he bit his lip trying not to cry. Fuck. Just when he thought he was getting better.

His hand hovered above the Messages app.

He knew what he needed to do.  

Hey man, he typed out to Kid. Want to meet up in the studio tomorrow? I think I’m finally ready to write about it.

***

A/N: Who doesn’t love an angsty flashback on a Sunday afternoon?? Seriously though, this has been sitting in my drafts since May. I really wanted to work this into the original story, but given that so much of it was set from Quinn’s POV it felt a little awkward to find a space for this section. Thank you for reading. There’s definitely more on the way for these two…hopefully the next extra won’t be so sad lol 

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can you give me muggle jily recs pleaaseeee <3 :D

HOW MANY HIGH-QUALITY MUGGLE JILY FICS ARE THERE?? TOO MANY TO COUNT. *cracks knuckles* BUT I am here for the challenge. Jily AUs are my JAM.

Again, shoutout to our amazing @jilyarchive friends who tag every wonderful muggle jily au they come across. here is the link that will take you to their tags page. You'll find links to specific tropes and AUs :')

I've searched through my own AO3 bookmarks and history tabs, and I present to you 28 jily muggle fics that I LOVE. I am THRILLED thinking about all the good things in store for those that read these wonderful stories. This list took me ages to make because I went through and reread most of these brilliant fics. Happy reading !! xx

properly improper by @lizardcookie

“Marry me,” Mr. Potter repeats, closing the distance between them by striding back up towards the sofa, only to stop and crouch to one knee right there at her feet, looking up at her. Burning. “Pick me,” he elaborates. “Pick me, choose me, love me instead.”

- this fic is the reason why I comment the way that I do (spoiler it's because it's amazing)

The Wedding Ring by @mppmaraudergirl

What is undeniably worse than attending your sister's wedding looking as desolate and forgotten as a wilted houseplant? Drunkenly ringing your ex-boyfriend and asking him to be your date.

- SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY AT THE PERFECTION

Oh my god, they were ROOMMATES by @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world

Silly one-shot, Muggle AU with Fem!Jily as pining roommates and Marlene as their matchmaker.

- the fic that brought me back to jily and inspired my deep obsession of fem!jily

Swipe Right, Swing Left by @downn-in-flames

The unspoken rule of using dating apps in D.C. is that you always start with where you work.

James Potter, it seems, never picked up on that one.

- giddy just thinking about this gem

'Tis the Damn Season by @petalstofish

It doesn't feel like Christmas for Lily Evans, not after losing her parents to COVID before the Holiday season. She anticipates spending Christmas all alone until a boy from her past shows up and offers her a mutually benefiting deal that has her calling him 'babe' just for the weekend. 'Tis the damn season, after all.

- cries in respect for lyrical writing

Watch Me Unwind by @maraudersftw

Lily Evans hates her job, hates the bigoted customers she has to serve as a bartender at the richest club in the city. But the one person who makes bearing all of it worth it has someone else in his arms tonight. (Rated: M)

- obsessed with the way the plot jumps around the time line in this

oil be there for you by @abby10fanfic

Texting/Social Media AU: Lily and James haven't spoken for 2 years. But that's all about to change thanks to Peter and his involvement in an essential oil pyramid scheme. Featuring boss babes, toxin-free lifestyles, binding contracts, and a very oily journey.

- YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE HOW FAB THIS IS

a matchmaking mission by @downn-in-flames

James Potter has a mission: get Sirius Black and Remus Lupin to finally admit that they both fancy the pants off each other by Valentine's Day.

His partner in crime? Lily Evans, Remus' flatmate, who he also happens to be slightly in love with

- DOUBLE the amount of pining idiots in love :")

about time by @jilyss

'sure, yeah, I can accompany you to that black tie event for your work tonight. wait. why are we on a red carpet?'

- this is my emotional comfort fic, your honor

whiskey business by @elanev91

Sirius Black has a (bad?) habit of picking up hobbies that take over his and James' flat -- this most recent one? Homemade vodka that James now has to try and peddle to everyone in the building.

- hysterical! must read!

Fashion Disaster by @maraudersftw

James Potter is roped into an awful dare by his best-mate, which involves him wearing atrocious pieces of clothing for all days until Christmas as dictated by Sirius. If this wasn't terrible enough, he now has to contend with his maddening crush on the beautiful saleswoman at the clothing store.

- classic hijinks that I live for

it wasn't a pity invite by @elanev91

Part of the December "Winter Tropes" Jily challenge. Prompt: my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and omG i’m so sorry

- awkward Christmas date that owns my heart

spice and honey by @clare-with-no-i

tagging along with her food reporter sister to profile James Potter, London's hottest young chef, is not how Lily Evans pictured her Monday going - especially if he's anything like Petunia’s described.

needless to say, she's in for a whirlwind at Chez Maraudeur.

- I'm one re-read away from printing this out and putting it on my bookshelf.

Waffle Wars by @elanev91

There's only one waffle maker in the dining hall and it literally always breaks. So, naturally, the only reasonable course of action is to meticulously map out when it's working and, ultimately, do a heist.

- the witty narration in this fic can not be matched

You Can Hear It In The Silence by @alrightginger

Lily is non-verbal and deaf in a world where the things your soulmate says about you end up written on your skin. She has known about her soulmate since she was seven, but knows they don't have a clue she exists and possibly never will.

- exquisite, cue me sobbing forever

out the window by @displayheartcode

A new family moves to Ottery St Catchpole.

- everything I could ever want in a fic, forever in my mind rent free

The Christmas Guest by @thegodmachine

An Evans Family Christmas: Petunia is bringing her fiancé and Lily is bringing her…Friend…

- petunia pov that gives me WINGS

Football, Calculus, and Cappuccinos by @moonawrites

At eighteen years old, James Potter has a lot going on. He's a rising star navigating the politics of professional football, the pitfalls of sudden fame, the fallout from choosing his dream over his father's company... and a serious crush on the red headed new barista at his favourite coffee shop.

- I'm still working my way through this fic, but trust me when I say its a GEM

if u like pina coladas by @zephyrcove

Lily is desperate for a date to Petunia's wedding, James has been pining, and their friends meddle ;)

- explain to me how characters can be so perfect via texting fics?

Shelf Awareness by @ghostofbambifanfiction

It's too far out of her way and she's wasting so much money, but Lily can't help but return to the bookstore every weekend, where her passion for good literature has, perhaps, been unexpectedly reignited by the messy-haired, pun-making, rather handsome bloke who works there.

- you absolutely must know that I binge read this and then immediately REREAD it

How to win a witch in 10 days by @adenei

“She’s going to find some unsuspecting wizard, get him to fall for her, and then do all the things that turn men away to get him to break things off! Won’t it be the best way to see what witches do that drives men crazy?” But what happens when the man in question is a blast from Lily Evans's past? A Jily Magical AU based on the romantic comedy "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days."

- fic based off of a rom com? YES PLZ :’)

The Fight Before Christmas by @ghostofbambifanfiction

The heartwarming Christmas tale of Lily Evans and James Potter - two plucky kids who hated one other, until the day they really, really didn't.

- complete sucker for this one

All This Time by @thejilyship

James and Lily grew up next door to one another. Their bedroom windows giving them glimpses into the others life, and also offering prime opportunities to argue with each other over every little thing. They never figured out how to be friends when they were kids, but now that they've graduated from college and are home for the summer, they have a second chance to get things right.

- one of my favvvv tropes

Let Me Love You by @thejilyship

With only a month until she's set to take the throne of Gryffindor, Lily is informed that she'll have to get married or choose to give up her throne. She never thought she'd have to even entertain the idea of an arranged marriage. Enter, James Potter.

- cries in princess diares AU

The Fabulous Baker Brothers by @frustratedpoetwrites

Lily walks a different route home from work and stumbles upon a cute little Bakery with an even cuter baker in the window.

- yes yes yes to embarrassed pining.

Marigold Mornings by @mppmaraudergirl

This is a fun game she thinks, as she removes her hand from his side and reaches up to run it down his chest.  He catches her hand in his own, takes a step forward so that her nose nearly brushes against his shirt. She can feel the heat radiating off of him—or maybe it’s from her. He licks his lips and her eyes are drawn to the motion.  She knows it is a bad idea, absolutely knows it.

- incredible storytelling featuring dynamic characters :') a favvv

Welcome to Pettyville by@women-inthe-sequel @alrightginger

When Lily Evans accidentally sends a text to the wrong number, she isn’t expecting to find the right person behind it. She can’t stop talking to Prongs. The only thing is, Prongs can’t stop talking about the girl in his class. What could go wrong, other than the number?

- LOVE SQUARE ANYONE

The Kiss a Stranger Project by @alrightginger

“What’s your name, then?” she asks, realizing they haven’t even properly introduced themselves yet. She nervously crosses her arms.

You shouldn’t kiss a guy without knowing his name first.

Right?

- THIS ONE WILL LIVE IN MY MIND FOREVER

[lostcausezz]

F&MU

𝐒𝐚𝐭���𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠��𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.7𝐤

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐅&𝐌𝐔 𝐛𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐡𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢.

𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ♡

"I'M LEAVING GOJO I NEED TIME TO CLEAR MY THOUGHTS!"

As you slammed the door behind you and walked out into the hall you placed your head on the back of your apartment door. You looked up at the ceiling and the feeling of you about to shed tears was attacking you. You wiped off your eyes and went down the hall so you could go to the elevator.

You and Gojo never really argued like this but today he forgot something that was important to both of y'all. It was the day of your anniversary the day you two singles became one couple. You remembered it like it was yesterday but today he seemed like he forgot all about it.

You would never think Gojo would forget about something like this but you knew it was best to take your leave. You stepped foot into the elevator and pressed the button to go to the lobby and watched the doors close in front of you as you tucked yourself into a corner.  You pulled out your phone and scrolled through your pictures and every other photo was a picture of you and gojo.

It was something about him that made you stay by his side no matter what the issue was. You clicked on a video of him pulling you in by your neck for a kiss. You started to tear up until you saw that the elevator had hit the lobby.

You got out of the elevator and went to the door that was the exit to the complex. You walked out and inhaled all of the fresh air and stretched your arms out in the air. You started to walk off into a trail that was on the sidewalk that led to the river.

The scenery was always beautiful at night and you loved the way the lights looked on the water as it swayed back and forth. You knew leaving was the best option before you said something you would have regretted on a day that was meant to be the happiness of the beginning of your relationship.

As you were walking the sounds of screaming and yelling from the children that were on the riverwalk you will look to see there was a carnival in the distance. You looked up to see the lights shining bright and a huge colorful Farris wheel. You remembered when you and Gojo would go there for dates and that was the very first place y'all went when y'all first started dating.

You never expected to feel so lonely on a day that was meant only for you to be loved and taken care of on both sides of the relationship. As you finally caught up to the carnival gates you paid a five dollar entrance fee then walked in. First you went to the ticket stand to get an express pass so you could play games.

You knew things would be fun but it wasn't as fun without him.

You started to walk into the crowd and go and play the different games that were around you. You went up to each stand and played a game but the more "Fun" you were having it only reminded you more of *him*. All the time you were having was beating you up more and more. Your new thing was all you wanted to do was apologize and be with him.

At the balloon dart stand you played your last game and gave the employee a tip for being kind. You took the bear you won and ran off into the crowd. As you were bumping into people to get through you tried to apologize but it was urgent. As you navigate your way through the crowd you feel the rain start to pour.

As you reached the gates you looked to see it was Gojo infront if you but not by himself he was with another. You stood still in shock and thought "If this day couldn't get any worse." A tear started to flow down your cheek and you tied the knot on the hood of your sweatshirt tight and tried to walk past Gojo until someone bumped into you causing you to bump him as well.

He looked to his side and recognized that it was you and grabbed onto your arm. You looked up at him in his ocean orbs and he saw the tears that flowed down your face making your eyes puffy. You faced your head to the side and wiped your tears after you snatched your arm from his grip.

You walked back to your place and you let the rain flow down on you as the tears that came from your eyes were unnoticed. You caught sight of your huge apartment building and walked through the trail that led back to the entrance of the building. You wiped off your face and went into the elevator.

You placed some headphones in your ears and started listening to some music to calm you down. The music didn't even help it make you feel worse all you could think about was "Why her. Why me? Why did he make me feel so much like shit and why did I always deal with it." Walking out the elevator with your head down you pulled your keys out and went down the hall.

Your apartment was near the end and all you wanted to do was restart the day and for him to be different. You placed your key in the door lock and unlocked the door and the whole place was dark until you turned into the living room and saw two blue eyes staring at you that gave you a jumpscare. "GOJO WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOUR BLINDFOLD!"

"Oh shit my bad." He put the blindfold back on and approached you. You faced yourself away from him and walked to your bathroom and slammed the door behind you. You took off your hood and saw that your hair was messed up from the rain and your curls were frizzy so you decided you needed to take a shower.

As you opened the curtain as the water ran you stepped foot into the tub. The water started to run and you wiped your face off and let the water run through your hair making it curly. You heard a creak from the door and spoke out to Gojo that was intruding. "What do you want?" You could hear how heavy his breathing was as if he ran or did something quickly.

"Y/n I'm sorry for today and I wasn't cheating on you." You rolled your eyes and went back to cleaning off your body."Then who was she, Satoru?" He took a deep huff and finally was able to tell you what he was doing.

"It was for today but you wouldn't shut up so when you left I saw that as an opportunity. You just wouldn't stop talking." A smirk appeared on your face and you spoke out the words that were on your mind.

"Make me shut up then." You could heat the sound of him taking off his shirt and pants he had on. He placed them to the side and he opened the curtain and stepped foot into the shower and got stable as he stood in front of you. His pale skin shined as the water ran down his washboard abs.

You forgot how beautiful his body was as you looked back up to him he placed his hand on your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss. As you felt his lips connect with yours you felt his tongue slip into your mouth and you swirled yours with his. "Y/n turn around for me."

You did as you were told and he made your body press against the shower wall as your palms were up as well. His hand was placed on your neck and he lowered his head near your ear and whispered in his slightly deep voice. "Good girl, are you ready for daddy's anniversary treat?"

You nodded and as your breathing was heavy against the wall you felt him rub his dick on your ass then wrapping one arm on your chest and lifted you up so he could put his dick in your opening. fuck the water makes this so easier

His dick was inserted in you all the way and you flipped your head back to see Gojo looking into your lustful eyes. The cocky smirk he had on your face made you feel warm. He started to thrust into you. It wasn't too fast and wasn't too slow. It was a pace you couldn't describe, it was just perfect.

In every stroke you felt every inch making you wetter and at the point you were almost at your limit to cum all over his body. " Damn your ass looks good pressed against my body babe." The build up from a knot that was in your stomach was released all over as you finally reached your peak and came all over him.

Your breathing got so heavy and you saw Gojo pick up a washcloth and you did the same and washed each other off. The two of you rinsed and walked out of the shower and put on your matching white robes and he opened the door for you. Your eyes looked down at the floor and you saw rose petals. You followed them into the master bedroom.

You looked at the bed and saw not too many gifts for you on the bed but it was a box with a note in it that said "Check your bank account." Opening your bank app your eyes widened as you saw about a million dollars in your savings. You hugged him and he said to you, "I would never cheat on you and I'm sorry we had an argument. I hate to see you mad."

You looked up into his eyes and said with a smile on your face, "I love you Gojo."

"I love you too y/n"

[obabyobeymeme]

Resting with the Boys[TM]

summary: what i think falling asleep with them around would be like. that- that’s it, that’s the post note: yayayayy first post! this has been in my notes app for a Long time, so.. buckle up, this is going to be kinda long no matter what i do, thoughts went brrrrrr, sorry lmao.

Lucifer ➛ Good luck getting a moment alone with him. With all the work he has assigned by Diavolo, the time he spends cleaning up after his brothers’ shenanigans, and his duties as the eldest, it seems like he never has free time. ➛ When you do catch him alone, he’s either not in the mood for any sort of interaction or he’s taken the liberty of passing out at his desk, pen still in hand as he rests. ➛ You aren’t doing so well yourself, being a human exchange student doesn’t mean R.A.D. will go easy on you. Classes, assignments, and sometimes even just having to deal with the rest of the student body can be pretty tiring. ➛ Your patience pays off when the day finally comes that he’s mostly free of duties and your assigned tasks at the moment are all finished as well.

➛ You two don’t really do much, you spend the time talking over hot beverages and enjoying each other’s company in his office. Just having you around and not causing a ruckus is already more than enough for him. ➛ Lucifer ends up going on a halfhearted rant about his brothers as he organizes some papers next to you. How he found out about another one Satan and Belphie’s plots to inconvenience him and how he’ll turn it against them, wondering how the house hasn’t been decimated while he went on business trips sometimes... It’s nice seeing him not as uptight as he usually is. ➛ You end up getting a little drowsy despite your best attempts to listen to what he’s saying. Eventually your drowsiness wins over and you kinda.. nod off. Hopefully he doesn’t mind. (He does mind, actually. Sleeping sitting down may sound like a good idea at first, but Lucifer knows your neck will hate you for it when you wake up.) ➛ He doesn’t want to wake you, so he carefully nudges your head onto his lap before finishing up with the papers, occasionally running his hand through your hair. ➛ Once he’s done, he carries you to your room and makes sure you’re comfortable before leaving a kiss on your forehead and leaving, closing the door softly behind him.

Mammon ➛ When you suggest a lazy afternoon to him, he’ll act as if he has no time for a silly activity like that. Why would he? The Great Mammon has better things to do with his time than spending it lazing around with some- ➛ He trails off once he sees your slightly disappointed face. When you say you’ll find someone else to nap with, he changes his tune almost instantly. ➛ He just.. takes your wrist and goes “W-well, if ya want it THAT badly... but just this once, got it??” as he sorta tugs you along to his bedroom. ➛ This is where you learn that he has no idea how to share a bed with someone else. He seems torn between wanting to scoot closer or give you as much space he can without actually leaving the bed. ➛ You decide to make the decision for him, resting your head on his shoulder as you start rambling. Mammon warms up eventually and slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you a bit closer. ➛ You drift off during a lull in the conversation, unintentionally leaving him hanging for a full minute before he realizes you’re asleep. ➛ He watches you for a while and makes sure you’re really out, then reaches for his phone and takes a picture (or five) of your sleeping face. What? You’re cute even when you sleep apparently! He’d rather go through one of Lucifer’s scoldings than admit that to your face in the near future though. ➛ You know that meme where people say they can't do anything because a cat fell asleep on them? Yeah, that happened to Mammon because of the arm he placed around you, he ended up falling asleep with you wrapped in his arms. ➛ When you wake up, you cannot move without his grip getting just a bit tighter. Greedy even in his sleep, it seems... rip if you have to go to the bathroom lmao

Leviathan ➛ You two spent pretty much the whole day in his room, geeking out over shared interests, catching up on anime Levi introduced to you, trying (and occasionally failing) at the games you both play ➛ You don’t even notice it’s well past 1 AM until you feel like you’ve been staring at a screen for an awful long time now, what time is- oh. ➛ Levi’s slightly disappointed that your hangout has to end, but yeah, he gets it. Everyone needs their sleep, even hardcore otakus. He’s about to tell you that you can leave when you flop into his bathtub bed, saying you’re too tired to walk all the way back. ➛ He short-circuits at the sight of you wrapping yourself around one of the many body-sized pillows, and when you realize he still has to get in the tub to sleep? And instead of getting out, you sit up and insist on him getting in with you??? ➛ A system error has occurred. Please restart your Leviathan. Come on, this is like that one scene in this shoujo anime he’s found where the main character and the person they’re pining for share a bed! ➛ He doesn’t say anything, but judging by the expression he’s making and how he’s clambering in behind you, you don’t think he minds too much. ➛ You two end up with his upper body propped up by the pillows and you kinda laying on top of him. It's a bit awkward considering the unconventional sleeping area, but it’s honestly more comfortable than you expected. ➛ Levi actually ends up falling asleep before you. You thought you were tired? Try being awake for 22 hours straight waiting for an exclusive merch drop you just couldn’t miss. He is out, and nothing you do can wake him. ➛ You both end up waking around noon thanks to your little late night stunt. Consider yourselves lucky that Satan saved you guys a plate before Beel got to it.

Satan ➛ He finds you in the House’s library, bent over at a table studying three textbooks at once. Understandable, given that it’s exam season, but it doesn’t look like you’re doing yourself any favors. ➛ And he’s right. You can’t make sense of anything in the books and you can feel a small headache coming on ➛ Satan offers to give you some help with your studies... after you’ve rested. He won’t take no for an answer, and since his room is much closer, he thinks it’s fine if you crash there while you take a break. ➛ He just has to... actually make space for you to rest first, though. He can navigate the chaos that is his room just fine, but you could easily trip on something, or worse, accidentally activate something cursed. ➛ Once that’s taken care of, you take a seat on his bed, scrolling through your D.D.D. as he takes one of the chairs, picking up a novel he bookmarked.  ➛ The scent of the books and the occasional sound of a page turning as Satan reads, along with his occasional hums of interest really helped put you at ease. After a couple of moments, despite yourself, you curl up and drift off. ➛ In between page turns, Satan would turn to check on you. When he realizes you’re asleep, he marks his novel and sets it down, turning to face you instead.  Since he knows his room can get a bit drafty sometimes, he drapes a blanket over you, smiling softly as you wrap the blanket more around yourself. ➛ You looking so cozy almost makes him want to join you, but just seeing that you’re comfy and much less stressed than before is enough right now. He instead gives you a head pat and goes back to his novel, the smile never quite leaving his face.

Asmodeus ➛ You know Asmo loves spending time together, from shopping trips to going to new places to even simple things like a tea spilling session every other night. ➛ So when you come to his room one evening to tell him sorry, you don’t really feel like a night on the town right now and would rather stay in and recharge, he’s not even as disappointed as you’d thought he’d be. ➛ He insists on pampering you both tonight, that way, you get to rest and relax with him, and he gets you all to himself for at least a couple of hours, uninterrupted. It’s a win-win scenario, in his opinion, and who are you to decline? ➛ You let him work his magic with whatever he has laying around, falling into your usual routine of talking as he does his and your nails and readies a face mask for the two of you as ambient music from his D.D.D. fills the air. ➛ When you find yourself getting sleepy, Asmo doesn’t mind at all! He puts away the stuff he used and suggests a little impromptu sleepover. ➛ You shouldn’t have been that surprised when he climbs into the bed after you, and you should’ve realized he’d be just as clingy in bed as he is normally. He can and will be all over you if you let him— running his fingers through your hair, cuddles like there’s no tomorrow...  ➛ His ridiculously soft and comfy bed definitely isn’t helping matters, and you drift off in record time. ➛ He’ll make sure you’re all tucked in and maybe internally squeal at how adorable you’re being, leaning into his touch in your sleep makes his heart do a flip ➛ You wake up the next day feeling like a new person, and next to you, looking surprisingly photogenic for someone half-asleep, is Asmo, tugging you back under the covers because it’s warmer with you in there. 

Beelzebub ➛ He’s been waiting at R.A.D.’s entrance for 20 minutes now. You were supposed to meet him so you could head to Hell’s Kitchen and hang out for a bit, but there’s still no sign of you and you haven’t read any of his texts. ➛ He gets a text from you then. Turns out your phone was on silent, because you felt a little burnt out from school and juggling hangout times with everyone else and went straight back to the House, wanting some quiet time. ➛ You send another message apologizing for the sudden change of plans and for not seeing his messages sooner, but Beel is pretty understanding. ➛ He isn’t letting his chance at being with you go that easily, though. He drops by a store to get you a little care package (and a handful of snacks so he still has something to give you by the time he gets to the house) and heads home. ➛ A few moments later, your door opens to reveal Beel. He leaves the food he brought on your table and sits down on the edge of your bed. You decide a cuddle buddy doesn’t sound too bad right now. After all, you already had the experience of sharing a room with Beel, surely sharing a bed will be similar? ➛ ... Not exactly. He’ll unintentionally take up half your bed no matter what you two do; you’ll either be searching for space or be pulled into the space he’s occupying like some sort of demon-shaped black hole. ➛ The solution: lay on his chest. He assures you that you aren’t too heavy for him, and if he’s being honest? Your weight is actually kinda comforting. ➛ You stay like that for a while, listening to his breathing and heartbeat, and eventually the stress of the past few days melts away, and you fall asleep with your arms draped over him like a pillow. ➛ He doesn’t mind, since you’re pretty much a living teddy bear to him, and he lets himself relax, a hand resting on your back. He just hopes his stomach won’t wake you both up...

Belphegor ➛ Let me get this straight. You want Belphegor, the literal Avatar of Sloth, to take a nap with you? Chances are he’s already half-asleep and all that’s left to do is join him... if he lets you. ➛ He’ll look at you, slightly irritated, but he’s too tired to argue, and you’d be warmer than a pillow, at least, so he motions for you to get in next to him. Just don’t move around too much or he’ll hog all the blankets in retaliation. ➛ If you’re close enough with him, either one of you has unspoken permission to join the other while they’re resting, no questions asked.  ➛ Probably has a bunch of pillows and blankets stowed away in various parts of the House, so nap supplies are readily available. Saves him from having to drag his stuff from place to place. ➛ The one downside to sleeping with Belphie is that he doesn’t need any time to unwind. He can go from full attention to catching Zs in minutes, leaving you no choice but to follow him into dreamland. ➛ He does cuddle a lot, though he’ll brush it off as using you as his personal heater. He’ll complain if you try to do it first, but he won’t make any moves to actually stop you. He actually might lean into you, making up an excuse about your side being comfier. ➛ If he really, really trusts you, he’ll lend you his beloved cow-print pillow. Only five minutes tops, though, then you have to give it back. ➛  When nights are bad and he doesn’t want to wake Beel up, he used to head to the planetarium to calm himself down. Now he slips into your room and takes comfort in knowing that you’re still safe and sound. You’ve woken up several times finding Belphie nuzzled into your blanket. ➛ If he feels especially clingy, his demon form’s tail will appear, slowly but firmly wrapping itself around your waist. Good luck getting out of bed without him knowing.