#tinder dates

[a-painting-called-vanity]

Journal #3

I actually did stuff this week! Holy shit, it's a miracle!! We're just gonna dive right in. On Thursday, I went to see Gianmarco Soresi with my dad in Hamilton. It was a pretty fun show, nothing that blew my mind, but still a nice night out. Before we went to see him, we stopped in at a karaoke bar just to kill time and it made me really miss this gay club that my now ex-bestfriend used to go to where they do karaoke once a week. It made me realize how much I miss having friends and doing stuff with people my own fucking age. I also made a new tinder account. I haven't gotten many matches, which is kinda lame, but there's one girl I've been talking to who seems chill.

Friday was my last day of work before my mini staycation. I realized that I've accidentally found myself in the group of 40 year old mean girls where I work. I really like both these people as people but they both have such a holier than thou attitude and talk shit about our other coworkers so fucking much. I mean, I'm all here for the occasional workplace gossip and talking shit about people, I am a judgmental bitch. However, there is a difference between justified shit talk and unjustified shit talk. Talking about someone behind their back because they have asked you twice if you "believe the holocaust happened" (a real question I was asked by a real coworker) is different than talking shit about someone cause they stand too close to you when they talk. Even then! There's a difference between shit talking about people standing too close to you and fucking judging their every move and telling your boss to send them home early. But I digress. In summary, I've decided to start trying to be a better person, essentially. I don't like being mean to people and I don't want people to think I dislike them. Just because someone sucks at their job doesn't make them a terrible person and if I'm the one choosing to pick up the slack when we all get paid the same, I don't get to fucking brag about it.

Anyways, on Saturday, I went out to the aforementioned gay bar. A drag queen told me I look like Pat Benatar twice, but I don't really see it. I also ran into a girl that I had about a week long talking stage with, and then ghosted, because she didn't really take me explicitly telling her I wasn't looking for anything serious as a sign to stop talking about our future together. I feel bad for ghosting her, I don't think it's the mature thing to do and I don't think it's fair to simply run away instead of actually sitting down and having the difficult discussion. I have since apologized to her. The rest of the night was pretty uneventful, istg there were only like six of us dancing and I knew no one after my ex-ish left. Needless to say, I left one hour after the dance party started, but the drag show was fun.

On Sunday and then Tuesday, I drove to Woodstock and went to this antique store. It's like three levels tall and has a shit ton of booths ranging from cool collectibles to old pictures from the fucking Victorian times. It was really fun just exploring what all was there and I had to go back on Tuesday because I ran out of time on the first day. I ended up finding two more Stephen King books to add to my collection, a copy of Simon and Garfunkel's Bridge Over Troubled Water on vinyl, two pictures of a Victorian era lady and her MIL, and a frame to put them in! Tena Hillard and her mother in law now live in a picture frame with a background made of tarot cards! I love them.

Lastly, I finally fucking finished reading The Stand by Stephen King, which I really did not enjoy, and have just started The Picture Of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde, which I am already enjoying way more than the entirety of The Stand.

Well, these fucking things just seem to be getting longer and longer, but I guess that's a good thing? Idk, at least I have stuff to talk about. Although it begs the question of whether or not I'm doing enough. If I was truly busy and truly doing a lot, I wouldn't be talking about doing stuff, I would be doing stuff.

Left Handed Kisses by Andrew Bird feat. Fiona Apple and My Head Is An Animal (the album) by Of Monsters and Men.

Days since last communication:

"Best friend": 29

Tinder girl: 0

[kobutareads1]

True love & other horror stories by narqueen

Modern AU- first dates. One shot. Eruri. Software engineer Levi. Waiter Erwin. Levi goes on a series of disastrous Tinder dates.

Poor Levi. He's trying to make a connection but each date is awkward and horrible. It doesn't help that Erwin is in the background witnessing it all. Funny and hopeful.

[lazylittledragon]

mombin pt 6 and look who showed up

(1)(2)(3)(4) (5)

[sugas6thtooth]

Those soldiers are absolutely disgusting. Like the vilest of the vile. And that's supposed to attract people??? Treating another person like cattle??? Psychos istg.

[tinderfinds]

[soapcloth]

Watching some stupid ghost hunting clips and can’t stop thinking about Soap…

Being a cheesy ghost hunting show host and getting great staged footage of a really talkative spirit. It’s all ghostly sexually-repressed flirting and sad backstories that you play into for content. You truly believe it’s just another raunchy-scripted episode cobbled together by your producer until you try to end the session and suddenly you can’t speak. It’s fine though, all of this stuff is nonsense anyway, right?

Days later you still can’t shake the feeling of a large, overbearing weight hanging off your shoulders, split-second glimpses of sapphire eyes behind you in the mirror, and constant wandering phantom touches.

[hotwife-fling]

[l-a-l-o-u]

what if i just used tumblr like a dating app

[hotgirlbedtimescenarios]

Rewind

Pairing: Joel x f!reader (drabble) - Joel tries Tinder for the first time. His girthy digits get in the way lmao.

Word count: < 1.0k

Warnings: none, just a fluffy and clumsy Joel!

Main Masterlist

Joel Miller sat on his well-worn couch in his cozy flannel pajama pants, the soft glow of the TV flickering in the dim light. With his broad shoulders and rugged good looks, he exuded a kind of understated handsomeness that only came with age and experience.

His dark hair, now tousled after a long day, had a few silver strands, and his deep-set eyes held a warmth that made him feel both strong and approachable. But tonight, those eyes were filled with uncertainty as he stared at his phone.

It had been ages since he’d even thought about dating, let alone using an app like Tinder. But after Ellie had teased him about being a “lonely old man,” one too many times, he’d finally given in.

With a reluctant breath, he downloaded the app and set up his profile. He chose a picture from a rare sunny day when he and Ellie had gone fishing, both of them grinning like they’d won the lottery.

The other pictures he added to the profile were of him and Tommy with their arms slung around each other's shoulders, and there was a photo Ellie had snuck of him on a rare day he was wearing something other than his dirty work clothes. “Well, don’t you look pretty,” she teased and snapped a photo of his slicked-back hair before he could swat her away.

For his bio, he simply wrote, “Just a simple man lookin’ for a bit of happiness.” But as he stared at it, doubt crept in like a thick fog. What if nobody found him interesting? What if he made a complete fool of himself? Even worse, what if someone he knew saw him and told everyone how desperate he was.

Shaking off the nerves, he started swiping. No, No, No, he continued swiping left, either put off by something in their bio or not feeling drawn to them. Most profiles began to blur together until he stumbled upon yours.

Your smile was like sunshine breaking through clouds, and your bio spoke of adventures and cozy evenings. You seemed down to earth, and judging by the pictures in your profile, you didn't take life too seriously. A warmth spread through his chest, and he felt a flutter he hadn’t experienced in years.

“Lord have mercy,” he whispered to himself, heart racing. He meant to swipe right but, in his flustered state, his thumb fumbled, swiping left instead.

Panic shot through him like lightning. “No, no, no! Shit,” he exclaimed, almost dropping his phone. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. How could he be so clumsy? He let you slip away. "Damn sausage fingers."

Joel frantically tries to go back and undo the mistake, but the app denies him; it's a premium service to rewind a swipe and try again.

He stares at his phone screen, contemplating. Is he really about to spend $10 to go back and swipe right for the slim chance that the two of you might match?

He leans forward, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers, and sighs.

Fuck.

Yeah, he is.

Frantically, Joel digs through his wallet for his debit card and quickly punches in the numbers, upgrading to a premium membership.

Each second feels like an eternity, he doesn’t want to lose your profile. Finally, he swipes backward and your face flashes across the screen again, relief washes over him.

He swipes right quickly before he screws up again, but his heart sinks—no match. Shame washes over him, and he flops back onto the couch, burying his face in his hands, his broad chest rising and falling rapidly.

Embarrassed for wasting 10$ just to get rejected he gets up from the couch with a sigh and calls it a night.

Hours later, he lay in bed, replaying the day in his mind, tossing and turning in his mess of sheets. Every time his thoughts drift back to you, that sweet smile, he feels a pang of longing.

Just as he is about to drift off to sleep, a buzz breaks the silence.

Curiosity prickles at him, and he grabs his phone, squinting against its bright screen with his sleep-fogged eyes.

You have a new match!

His heart races with anticipation. Could it be?

With eager fingers, he opens the app. There it is—your name and profile glowing on the screen.

A match!

A goofy grin spreads across his face, chasing away the earlier embarrassment. Without wasting a second, he types a message, his heart thumping like a bass drum.

“Hey, darlin', I'm Joel. You have no idea how glad I am we matched.”

He sets the phone down, a giddy mix of excitement and nerves bubbling in his chest as he waits for your reply.

[ohmygraves]

it started off as a prank.

soap and gaz were fooling around, really. nothing too serious, not expecting much from it. hell, the account was in soap's phone. ghost didn't even know anything about it.

the two created a tinder account for the lieutenant, just to see what kind of people would be so inclined to message a masked man like him.

photos were taken candidly, most of it from soap's own stash (don't ask). something more serious was cropped from group pictures, from either the bar or during a mission. gaz thought of the introduction, with little embellishments to make it more ridiculous. the goal was to see how many would swipe right to the scary, masked lieutenant.

of course, the sergeants were surprised to see so many match notifications, to the point that soap's phone would just erupt with notification sounds, even during briefings. safe to say, the poor scot got in trouble, and ended up turning off the notification for the app.

most of the matches seems to be coming from a place of lust, a lot of requests of one night stands or fuck buddies (what is it with people who liked masked men, the two thought). many seemed very forward and to the point with what they wanted. it was ridiculous trying to scroll through the first messages and reading them one by one.

but then there's you.

you: hello, i feel like i've seen you before. are you staying at the base near (location)?

soap and gaz thought your first message was interesting. it could be that you knew the lieutenant somewhere, or had seen him at least once. you seem to be a real person too, judging from your profile. photos of you indicated as such.

gaz wanted to call it quits, ghosts you just like every other match that they received, but soap wanted to take it a step further, even if gaz was completely against the idea. bickering for a while, soap ended up sending a text, and that's how you started talking to "ghost".

ghost: yeah. do i know you from somewhere?

soap had expected it to be a flirting attempt, though he was surprised to see an actual answer.

you: oh, i think i've seen you a few times outside of the base.

you: i frequent the café nearby ^^

oh, you're so cute and innocent, soap kinda felt bad for lying now.

ghost: i see

ghost: perhaps i'll see you sometime too? ;)

soap got addicted to posing as ghost. the two of you texted back and forth during his break, sometimes even at night. soap stayed up and missed some sleep just for some elaborate joke that kept going and going, and gaz was just tuning into the drama too.

everything was fun at first, not everyday the scot got to roleplay as the lieutenant, especially since the man was such a dry texter. it was funny trying to come up with an awkward reply or even just flat messages when talking to you. you were just so nice and oblivious to it though.

soap nearly lost his marbles when you asked to meet up in the cafe near the base, and asked when it was possible. you knew that soldiers frequently are given a leave, so perhaps "ghost" would love to meet you when he had the time. the scot was sure that he went too far this time, earning "i told you so" look from gaz even when he's clearly also enjoying the shenanigans.

they decided that it's finally time to come clean to the man in question.

ghost, of course, was furious. not only that this was a violation of privacy, soap and gaz had wasted a random person's time because of some elaborate joke that went too far. now they even want to meet with him too.

soap thought that the only way to fix this was just to inform you as well. it was only fair as you're also affected by this. hell, he didn't even know that his "casual" flirting (which was a loose term considering ghost's texting habits that soap adapted for this roleplay) would be enjoyed by someone, even getting the lieutenant a date too. the scot insisted that you two still meet anyway, and that he would be there too to apologize.

ghost, of course, was definitely against it. he had been dragged into this against his will, and it's not like he had the time too. why would he entertain the two sergeants who got him into this mess—

but perhaps just a cup of tea with a beautiful person like you would be nice... perhaps...

reluctantly, ghost agreed to the date, letting soap talk to you to set up a time and place. while looking at your pictures and the past conversations, he didn't seem to mind that he's now on some sort of a blind date...

[bucksboobs]

I do think at some point in the not too distant future, the 911 fandom, at least on Tumblr, is going to have to reckon with the fact that despite M!slash being the main driving force of the fandom, gay men like myself are in the vast minority (I think a recent poll put us at something like 6% but it didn’t separate bisexuals by gender so it’s hard to say how many mlm are actually in the fandom) and in the same way being a gay man doesn’t exempt him from being incidentally or purposefully misogynistic, being some other flavor of the rainbow doesn’t prevent someone from perpetuating homophobia against men who love men.

At some point the jokes about how Tommy is just here for dick or should just get dick and move on (when he’s already made it very clear that he wants a relationship with Buck) are going to start to sound like hypersexual stereotypes of gay men. At some point the constant push to get them to break up as soon as possible and for Tommy to die or get shipped off to Arizona or wherever is going to seem less like regular ship hate and more like wanting a gay male character to be punished for daring to seek a relationship with a man in the first place. We obviously aren’t there yet but I do think we should be aware that it is fast approaching.

[rapeculturerealities]

Tinder, Hinge, OkCupid, Owned by Match Group, Track Reports of Rape. Why Don’t They Warn Users? | Democracy Now!

Match Group, the tech company that owns Match.com, OkCupid, Hinge, Tinder and other popular dating services, has known for years which users have been accused of sexual assault and rape, but kept those reports hidden from others on the app, according to a new investigation. Match Group controls half of the world’s online dating market and facilitates meetups for millions of people in scores of countries around the world. “Match Group is aware of a lot of the scale of the harm on their apps. They actually track this on their backend,” says journalist Emily Elena Dugdale, one of the authors of the investigation produced as part of the Pulitzer Center’s AI Accountability Network. “Similar to many tech companies, there’s really little regulation that requires them to actually tell you what’s going on on their apps.” We also speak with whistleblower Michael Lawrie, the former head of user safety and advocacy at OkCupid. He says he quit after his concerns about user safety went unheeded. “I was seeing a lot of stuff,” Lawrie says. “It became impossible for me to carry on working there, ethically and morally.”

[sunshineandlyrics]

Louis helping bros to get dates ..

🫶🏼 Louis being featured in the dating app profiles of random guys x x

[tinderfinds]

[loadingartist]

new comic! 😀 meeting face to face

[riri-time]

day one of saying things that I like to see in bowuigi fics

today’s topic is Kamek x e gadd side couple. I know I know it’s shocking if you’ve never heard of it ,but everything I’ve seen of it is really cute. There isn’t enough of it. Also who doesn’t like an old couple and the scientist x magician trope? @gumiibugz on twitter created this beautiful work of art!