#screaming into the void that is dating apps

[witchescollection]

literally why is dating so hard... where are the polyamorous pagans??? i know they exist!!

[judasofsuburbia]

when renee rapp said "i just want some recognition for having good tits and a big heart"...... yeah</3

[thecouncilofidiots]

Lmao

Sin downloaded a queer dating app in hopes of making some queer friends outside of campus and

Honey

We have "pretty privilege", that is NOT the place you want to be looking for friends on

The amount of older cishet men who are trying to get in xyr pants is just-

Sweetheart

It is genuinely confused; it just wants friends

[nintendc64]

why is trying to form human connections as an adult just an impossible task. both reaching out to old friends and trying to make new ones. am I doing something wrong

[branches-in-a-flood]

Has anyone used the Her app recently?

Does it still suck?

Please gods help me I am dying here

[muttfangs]

proud of myself for putting my boundary down about this tbh. fucking exhausting and disheartening

also you know you fucked up when I start talking in proper sentences... lol

[godlovesdykes]

I MISS WEED i’m turning into a british lad considering going to the netherlands to get weed. it’s so funny that poppers are legal and you can get them at the tabac but no THC allowed

[outerspacious]

It’s as if … these men don’t even want to talk to me

[seeveekat]

Why are people still weird about asexuals in the year 2023???

[lethal-liability]

TUMBLR STOP GIVING ME BUMBLE ADS AND EXACERBATING MY LONELINESS AAAAAAUGRRRRHHHHGGGGG

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅

this is the more extended version of my unwanted drabble, thank you to @jessybarnes for some of the ideas. I hope you all enjoy.

summary - steve tricked you before kidnapping you, leaving you locked away in the basement as you begin to mess with his mind.

warning - angst, mentions of killing, mentions of sadness, mentions of being trapped.

the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

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“What? You want me to meow or something?” 

Steve sat there shocked, staring at you with wonder. It’s as if you had no care and weren’t freaking out like others. He stares into your eyes, seeing nothing there, and his head tilts as he looks at you. “No..?” He looks confused, wondering. “How do you feel?” 

“I don’t.” You state, turning your head back to the wall and staring at it. You miss how his eyebrows shoot up. “So… When are you going to kill me?” You pick at your nails, continuing to feel stupid for thinking someone like him would actually want you. You turn your head when you don’t hear a response and tilt your head as he stares at you, confused. “That’s why you tricked me, right? To kill me, you didn’t exactly pretend to like me, drug me, and tie me up in your basement because you’re madly in love with me, and that’s the only way you thought you could get me.” 

“You’re not afraid? Why aren’t you screaming, crying or swearing at me?” He’s so confused, getting closer to you, kneeling before you as he looks into your eyes. “Why is there nothing? You’re so empty.” 

You blink, staring at him blankly. “If you don’t mind, ‘Steve’. I would like not to talk and for you to just get to the point.” You move away from him, crawling up the bed and lying on your back as you stare at the ceiling. “I’ll be here… Waiting patiently for my death. Not like I have anywhere to go.” 

You let out a sigh when he left the room, one side of your mind begging for him to stay and the other staying quiet. You couldn’t let yourself fall for his stupid face again, and you didn’t want to beg someone to love you. You wanted that to come naturally. But you don’t think that will ever happen because… You were you, and people didn’t like what they saw.

Steve was curious, and you were like a puzzle to him. He had never met anyone so void of emotion and missed the woman he met. You seemed so happy and carefree, sure. He did notice that you were more closed off and didn’t seem to let him so close. He wanted to change that. He needed some sort of reaction, some sort of emotion. How can you be so calm during all this? Steve left you alone for a while, barely acknowledging the other women locked up, barely acknowledging his wife and kids, or the women he promised dates to. You were occupying his mind, and it was driving him crazy. He had destroyed most of the upstairs, trying anything to get you out of his head. He couldn’t take it. The look in your eyes, your words, it was all getting to him.

Steve remembered your dates and how you told him about the books you used to write. He recalled that you said it was the only thing that made you genuinely feel something, and an idea sparked. Steve gathered a notebook, some pens, and some food and water before making his way down to the basement. He knocks on the door before sliding it open and smiling at you. “I brought you something that I think you’ll enjoy.” You continue to stare at the wall, your eyes tired. Steve sighs, softly walking over and placing the items before you. “I’m trusting you with these pens, but if you do something—”

“You’ll what? Kill me?” You scoff, eyes slowly moving to connect with his. “That was already your plan, and this would make the killing go faster.” You roll your eyes, barely looking at the things he placed before you. “Did you need anything else? Because I’d rather you just hurry this along.” Your head turns again, ignoring him because what was the point of giving him any more attention? 

“Why are you behaving like this? I bought you some of the things I remember you talked about. You should at least feel happy?” Your head falls back as you let out a laugh, startling Steve, who stares at you as if you’ve grown three heads. “What? What’s so funny?!” Why wouldn’t you just submit?! Why were you so different from the others?! It bewildered Steve how you could sit so emotionless and then laugh as if he had said something funny.

“You. Do you think giving me a notebook and pens would suddenly make me happy? Did you not stop to think that you are the problem? I have already come to terms with the fact that no one will ever love me, that you only pretended so you could kidnap me and kill me. So why aren’t you killing me?! Why are you taking your sweet time?!” You snap, struggling against the chains as you stand and move toward Steve, punching his chest. “Kill me! Kill me, goddammit!” You scream, your eyes are still emotionless, yet your words hold so much power.

Steve holds your wrists, stopping you from hitting him. He stares down at you, wondering why his heart clenches like this. “No.” He moves away, needing to get out of this room and get away from you as you make his head fuzzy. He watches as you stare at him in disbelief.

“So, what… I’m not good enough to love and not good enough to kill either?” You sink back onto the bed, your eyes staring at the wall as you realise you will never be good enough for anything or anyone. Steve quickly leaves the room, going through the house, destroying more things on the way. How could you get into his head like this? No one else had done it, so why were you so different?

You sat there, staring at the untouched notebook before slowly reaching for it, and as you grabbed the pen, the words began to flow out of you and onto the page. Everything you felt deep inside was coming out through stories. Not feeling in the mood to eat or drink, you spend most of the day and night writing. As many more days pass, Steve comes in and out with more gifts and food. You continued to ignore him, not knowing how to react, waiting for him to decide when it was your time to die finally. But the day never came. You think a month had passed, but you weren’t so sure. Steve walked into your room, undoing the chains and holding out his hand. “C’mon. I’ve prepared us some dinner.” You stare at him warily before slowly standing and following him. He leads you to the kitchen and pulls out the chair for you. 

“Why am I out here?” You sit, tapping the table, watching him place the food onto the plates, not daring to touch it as Steve sits across from you. 

“I’ve come to realise something, and at first, it scared me. You’re different from the rest.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m serious. Do you know how confusing this is for me? You’ve taken over my mind, and I can’t focus on anything else.” 

“Oh, I’m so sorry that I’ve stopped you from tricking other women into believing you love them.” Your eyes roll again, leaning back into the chair. “Do you need a tissue?” You pick up the napkin beside your plate, offering it out to him.

Steve stares at you blankly, his eye twitching as he’s stuck between wanting to strangle you and make love to you. “No, I do not need a tissue. I’m trying to tell you that I feel something for you.” He’s startled again as you laugh.

“You feel something for me?” You feel tears prick your eyes as you continue to laugh. “Oh, god. That’s probably the funniest thing I’ve heard. I think you are delusional.” You shake your head, and your laughter slowly dies down. Your eyes connect with him, and you stare. “You’ve already got me here. You don’t need to keep lying to make yourself feel better.” You continue to tap on the table. “So… When am I going to die?” 

“You aren’t. I’m keeping you alive.”

“Oh, great. Fantastic. Sounds so fun to be alive and kept locked away in a basement for the rest of my life. Good plan.” You give a little clap and throw him a fake smile. But deep down, your stomach twisted, and your heart dropped. This was worse than waiting to die. Now you would be locked away, unloved, and eventually wither away. Your expression on the outside stayed void of any emotion. 

“No, you will stay up here. With me.” 

You wished you had never even gone to that stupid market. You wished you had never believed Steve’s stupid words or smile. How could you be so stupid to believe someone would ever choose you?

You were unwanted.

thank you for reading!

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[anjuschiffer]

The Void You Left Behind

For @official-timari-server event: Shutterbug Station 2024

Prompt: Dwelling

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Tags: @toodaloo-kangaroo @vixen-uchiha

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A03

When was the last time I was here? Luka found himself asking himself as he turned the key to their apartment. 

Was it after the funeral? 

Or a few days after? 

Was it when he let Alya clean the apartment?

He couldn’t quite remember, but even so, he stepped in.

Why was it so dark in here? And cold? Wasn’t it always nice and warm?

Maybe it was because he hadn’t been here in a while. Yeah, that had to be it.

He probably remembered it wrong.

Luka kicked his shoes at the entrance, stumbling over one as he stepped further into their apartment. He cursed it as he let his bag drop to the floor, listening as the thud echoed out into the kitchen.

It was only then that he realized that he was probably going to have to order take out. After all, he wasn’t greeted by the usual aroma of freshly baked bread he would often smell upon opening the apartment. He stared at the barren counter and unused stove.

“Luka! Welcome back!”

For once, Luka saw the kitchen tidy and sparkling clean. Something he rarely saw in their five years of residing in their apartment.

Usually, he’d see the occasional pot or pan on the counter or on the stove. Some days it was a pastry on the counter cooling off or a plate of food waiting for him. There were days where he saw a timer and scattered recipes on the counter followed by a yell telling him to check the stove or oven.

“Luka! Can you taste the soup?”

His stomach growled, signaling him to hurry up with the ordering. So he made his way to their couch to be able to think about his possible decisions for dinner.

As he made his way over, he could hear each and every step he took with clarity, hating that his socks didn’t muffle it one bit. 

He plopped himself onto the couch, quickly opening up his phone and scrolling through apps to see what he wanted to order. He felt the couch dip next to him, a smile curling on his lips as he felt something warm lean into him.

“Hey Mari, want any-” Luka stopped himself when he realized no one actually sat next to him, feeling his throat close up at the realization.

With his hunger long gone, he decided to just watch something on the tv when he realized that the remote wasn’t on the coffee table where it usually rested…on top of the coaster Mari made when they first moved into the apartment.

Luka picked up the crocheted coaster, chuckling at the uneven stitching and obvious mistakes she did while trying to make the round edges of the flower.

“Must you keep reminding me of your absence?” He whispered to himself, laying the coaster back onto the table as he got up, barely registering the answering machine that went off in the kitchen.

“-it’s Tim…just wanted to let you know…if you can’t stay the night, you know you can always stay with us again, okay? Just…call me when you can…okay? ”

He walked past barren walls that were once covered with their wedding photos and photos of their many dates. Photos of their friends and miscellaneous trinkets they would buy while they traveled the world. Photos that were now stored in their guest room that was probably thickly coated in dust.

Getting closer to their room, he swore he heard a voice coming from it, only to find no one there.

Instead, something shiny caught his attention thanks to the small crack of light that made its way through the curtains, causing a reflection to bounce off the metallic item laying on their bed.

He approached it, his throat completely closing up as he picked it up.

Her wedding ring.

The same ring she wore the day she died in the car accident.

The ring that matched his own.

A ring that was the pair to the one he never took off ever since they got married seven years ago. 

A ring that once symbolized their promise to each other.

“Til death do us part.” Luka croaked out, feeling his knees give out. 

He screamed into the bed sheets, gripping at them as he finally let out everything he had been bottling up all this time.

He didn’t know how long he had screamed and cried for, but he knew it was for a while.

His eyes felt heavy as he stared at the ring in front of his feet, laughing back at him as he pulled the comforter closer to his skin.

Despite its looks, the comforter felt cold against his skin. It did not comfort him in any way; it felt nothing like Marinette’s warm embraces. 

Something he had to learn to live without…

A life without Mari…

He slowly closed his eyes, the quietness of the apartment lulling him to sleep.

He hoped he would never wake up…

[yuu-kumeii]

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[goddessactuality]

I hate tik tok and tinder and dating apps and youtube and instagram for all the same reason and it's because I hate how people present themselves. No one is able to see what makes them special and it's so repulsive to try and see what they want you to see. Only in documentaries and voyeuristic distance from the subject can I feel any emotion at all for people, it's inhumane and ugly to have to see people the way they want themselves to be seen, it's beautiful and humane to see them as others view them, we need less authorship and more secondhand distanced presentation of people's being otherwise you're stuck with HRH screaming into the void and revealing her ugliest self whereas a second party could present her in a more flattering way, the former is addictive and terrifying and unsettling and --- destabilizing, also this is the exact mechanism that separates the appeal and charm of vine from the horror and toxicity and cringeness of tik tok.

[estranhossonhos]

«I am brutally honest», «I have dark humour/sarcastic, swipe left if you don't like it», and other sentences like these, are in 80% of straight cis men bios, on dating apps (besides «swipe left if you like pineapple on your pizza» *infinitely rolling my eyes and screaming into the void asking for a single honest biographies and/or creative ones*)

But obviously, later on, they will complain online to their redpill buddies about being alone, at home, with no dates, and that's all women's fault.

[visible-buttholegirl]

choosing to completely disregard the horror that is currently unfolding in america to boast about some pretty cool things happening in my life. i assume i am screaming into a void here but if there is a real person reading my posts you'll know that i am the most hopeless of gay romantics.

year after year, sitting alone in my bedroom listening to "chill" music and lamenting the fact that i didn't have a boyfriend to talk to, cuddle with, kiss occasionally. repeatedly my friends would tell me that it will come when i least expected it, and it will be so worth the wait, and that was so frustrating to hear as a long-time single person. but it kind of ended up being true... i mean i was in fact on dating apps seeking attention but like i had so many misses up to that point its not like i actually thought something would come of this!

words truly cannot describe how i feel about my boyfriend, he has singlehandedly made this year my best year in a LONG time. its as if my life restarted and i got to experience all these things i never had before, now with this person that wants to be around me all the time. i have never been treated with so much kindness and respect, and it all just makes me so happy.

if it weren't for him, my car probably would have been the sole reason for this year being any better than years past, so its worth bringing up. the convenience and accessibility that my car has brought to my life is truly transformative. i feel so fulfilled every time i get behind the wheel, and i love to take little trips (and bigger ones) and use all the seats and trunk space and feel like an adult person functioning in the world.

i recall a specific journal entry i made on here where i described a camping trip with my then-theoretical boyfriend and my car, and just romanticizing the fuck out of it. that didn't happen this year, but it WILL next year, and we will go on so many adventures its CRAZY.

the one downer for me personally this year has been my employment journey. i started the year at my corporate job that i hated so much for valid reasons, was able to leave it with money in the bank and work full time service industry jobs. then i realized that i HATE service industry and i hate my current job so the last month or two have really been about applying for design jobs again and just hoping i find something with flexibility, benefits and good pay. at this point i just want money, a consistent schedule and benefits so i can go to the dentist lol and in general live my life outside of work. cuz at the end of the day for me, work is work. life is exciting outside of that, and i can be as true to myself as i want outside of work.

my hand is cramping now but final thoughts are i love you boyfriend, i love you car, i hate you work but ✨manifesting✨ a job that works for me soon, and to all my queer, trans, black and brown folk, etc, take care of yourself these next couple of years. we are strong and we WILL be okay!