#online dates

[wickedzeevyln]

Packaged

Here’s something that will be sitting on a shelf at home for many months before it eventually goes to the dumpster. That’s how packaging works, it plays with our impulse, colorful wrappers with soul-jellying fonts, a familiar face slapped on the label to say that they approve the product, a list of technobabble to evoke emotion—sleek design…oops! I did again like an oblivious Britney Spears…

[artsekey]

Thinking about the time I lost a game of Overwatch and I was so mad about it that I genuinely considered getting into shit with the other team in chat and then realized that it was a colossal waste of my living breathing Human Time and uninstalled Overwatch instead because it was only making me angry.

And then thought about the OTHER time when I was on TikTok and realized I was Not Enjoying Myself and was, in fact, seeing so many sad videos and fake influencer ads that I felt Truly Despondent and then just…Deleted it.

Imo I want my social media /general media experience to be a pleasant break from real world and I get to decide what I get to cull to make that a reality for myself. I highly reccomended it! Life has improved considerably!

[void-of-unparalled-chaos]

Couples Therapy (DpxDc Prompt)

Danny looses a bet and now he has to attend couples therapy. The problem? He has no one to attend couples therapy with.

The obvious solution, he decides with 3am clarity after 36 consecutive hours awake, is to put out a job listing. And where better to find a fake partner than a dating site?

About Me

Looking for someone to take to couples therapy and see how long it takes the therapist to notice we don't know each other.

Now all he has to do is wait.

[buffygirlfail]

btvs tweets 3/?

[the-sapphic-painter]

Can you

feel

… me too.

“Typing…”

oil on canvas

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[hermajestyimher]

Stop going on dating apps. Are you not tired of the humiliating experience of putting yourself in platforms where undesirable men have the opportunity to embarrass you, lie to you, and have access to you without putting any real effort? Ladies, this new generation of men resent you and are jealous of you, and dating apps are one of the main means they use to get an ego boost out of mistreating women.

The men that we want are not wasting their time taking selfies and pretending to be baddies online, swiping left and right. They are out in the real world working, building wealth and a name for themselves. These men won’t feel the need to compete with you and will be effortlessly attracted to your womanhood in its entirety.

I know it’s hard not to fall for the trap of online dating when loneliness is at all-time high nowadays and downloading an app seems so easy and convenient, but we must remember that nothing positive usually comes from them and we are too good to be putting ourselves in those platforms. Delete the apps and don’t look back.

[70sscifiart]

Yugoslavian computer magazine

[datinghotgranny]

Important Tips for Mature Women Navigating Online Dating

1. Be Authentic: 

- Share your true self and interests in your profile. Authenticity attracts like-minded individuals and fosters genuine connections.

2. Choose Reputable Sites: 

- Opt for dating platforms that prioritize safety and user verification, like OlderWomenDating, where profiles are thoroughly vetted.

3. Engage in Meaningful Communication: 

- Initiate conversations that go beyond small talk. Ask questions and discuss your expectations to gauge compatibility before meeting.

4. Trust Your Instincts: 

- Pay attention to your gut feelings. If something feels off or uncomfortable, don’t hesitate to move on from that connection.

5. Keep an Open Mind: 

- Approach online dating with flexibility and a sense of humor. Embrace the journey and enjoy the new connections you make, even if they don’t lead to romance.

[chimielie]

“I really like this place,” Yachi says brightly, “the owner is really nice, and he doesn’t mind when I take ten minutes to decide what I want. Once I took twenty minutes and he actually just brought me food, like, decided for me, and at first I thought that was so nice! Then I got worried that maybe I should be upset that he didn’t let me choose, but then I remembered that I could just come here again so I wasn’t missing out on anything. The food was really good, anyway.”

You hover between the cool interior of the restaurant and the summer daylight as she speaks, unwilling to walk away even though she’s holding the door open and probably letting all the cold air out. With a short yelp, she realizes how long the two of you have been standing there and crosses inside. You stand behind her in the line behind the counter, shuffling forward as you read the posted menu.

“I think I’m gonna get the salmon,” you decide. “Hey, so how are things with that girl you’ve been seeing?”

“They’ve been good!” You’re about three people away from the counter, but the first one is line is like, a really huge guy with a booming voice who has been talking forever. Maybe he knows the cashier? “She’s really pretty, and she doesn’t mind or get impatient when I’m anxious. She also gets anxious!”

“That’s great?” You pat her on the shoulder. “I’m really happy for you, Yachi.”

“Me too,” she beams at you. “What about you? Have you met anyone?”

“No,” you snort. “I’m on the apps. So dating is basically a cesspool.” The giant guy who was ordering seems to be done now, but he’s still talking, being slowly dragged away by the elbow by a guy in a cardigan and glasses. You slide your phone out of your pocket and open your dating profile. “See?”

At that moment, your phone pings with a new notification.

Atsumu liked you!

He’s not… bad looking. If you saw him in real life, you’d probably hide behind a bench or something and stalk him with your eyes just so you could look at him as long as you wanted, actually.

He’s your age, a pro volleyball player, his hair dark where it’s been shaved short on the sides but dyed blond up top. He has a kind of sardonic, dead-eyed expression in all of his photos that you think is really funny.

My love language is… arguing in missionary.

You smother a laugh.

“He’s kind of cute!” Yachi peers at your phone. “Kind of scary…”

“Please, I could beat him up,” you laugh. “I don’t know, he’s fine, I guess.”

You swipe left. He’s hot, but definitely a fuckboy. You’ve reached the counter, anyway, and a pro athlete on the apps is like, so many red flags.

You look up at the cashier.

You look down at your phone and click undo. The profile reappears.

You look up at the cashier.

“Fine, you guess?” Scowls Atsumu, 23, (volley)baller. Or maybe not, considering his Onigiri Miya apron. “Welcome to Onigiri Miya, what can I get for ya. Geez.”

He talks in Kansai dialect, you note, which you’ve always thought is melodic. Pretty.

In real life, Atsumu is very pretty. His eyes have midtones of honey and amber that don’t show up on photo and give him a sparkling dimension that sort of detracts from his aura of evil. Even though he’s scowling at you, you want to ruffle his hair and bite his cheek.

“Um, I’ll have the salmon ball,” you say. “And, yeah. I guess.”

He scribbles so hard he breaks the tip of his pencil. With a grunt of disgust, he tosses both notepad and pencil over his shoulder.

“What, pro athlete not good enough for ya?” He points at Yachi, who squeaks. “And for ya?”

“What?” She says, looking terrified. You put a bracing hand on her shoulder.

“Your order,” he drawls.

“Oh! I don’t know.”

“Two salmon balls!” He yells to the back. “‘S on the house.”

“What?” Yachi gasps. “We couldn’t possibly—”

“You’re clearly not a professional athlete,” you say. “You’re a cashier.”

“This is charity work!” He snaps. “My teammate is right over there if ya need proof. I’m Miya Atsumu—this is my brother’s shop. I help him out on my off days.” He emphasizes his family name, underlining it on his apron with a finger.

That’s really sweet. You swoon a little inside, then shake yourself.

“You’re off every time this time this week?”

“Yeah, about,” he turns and bends over to grab his hastily discarded notepad. You do not make a secret of checking out his ass and quirk your lips into a smile when he turns back around, one he matches with reckless abandon. He has nice teeth, not perfectly straight, that imply that maybe he didn’t need braces growing up.

“Let me repay you for the meal,” you put a hand on the counter and lean across it, biting your lip, stomach singing with nerves. “Eight, next week?”

“Nah,” he shrugs you off, gestures for you to move along so he can get to the next customer in line. Your stomach drops, and so must your face. “Too far away. I’ll see ya this Friday for dinner.”

[kingkatsuki]

Men that stroke their cocks to your most innocent selfies.

[ambivartence]

이젠 내게 기대 편히 쉬어도 돼 // Now you can lean on me and rest in peace 소중한 널 내 품속에 꼭 안을게 // I will hold you dear in my arms

[tarotphil]

i think the thing that gives so much appeal to dan and phil is not just that they're in a relationship, it's that they're in love

[shopwitchvamp]

An interesting observation I need to report to you all from when I was out touching grass last month (hiking/camping): People in the real world seem to consistently react to me saying that tumblr is my primary social media by going "Isn't that a dating app????"

[lynnavera]

Custom Custom night🏳️‍⚧️👻⚧

[collophora]

Quick test of magma Who instantly denied pressure sensitivity

[starrynight-mantarays]

I saw this tik tok about how Izuku and Bakugou were online dating in middle school and imagine that in highschool Izuku is like, "Oh! Yeah let me just tell my boyfriend that I'll be late to call" and Bakugou is like 'oh yeah, I have to do that too' but doesn't say that bc no one knows he's dating someone, and they both send it at the same time and their phone goes off and they look at each other, realizing that.. they might be dating each other..