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gossipgirldisorder · 25 days
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taylor swift was the realest bitch for saying i pictured you with other girls in love then threw up on the street!!!!
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moonlightchess · 10 months
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A tip from your tumblr auntie: beware aggressively considerate men.
"Aggressively considerate" is the term I came up with to describe a person I dated briefly, long ago. These types of men are everything smutty booktok wants us to think is the ideal. They're confident, caring, independent, intelligent. They have a touch of swagger, but in that nice-professor sort of way, you know? Let me give you an example.
My ex and I were at dinner one night, and the server came for our orders. I ordered for myself, but then my date said, "Oh no, she'll have the curry chicken instead."
I stared at him, blinking slowly. "Did you just order for me?"
"There's milk in the one you wanted, you're lactose intolerant. And you love curry, you always get it when we come here."
Both of these things were true. It would have been easy to dismiss this as him being kind, watching out for me so that I didn't spend the rest of my night miserable with stomach issues. I could have said, "Oh, thanks babe, you're right," and forgotten about it. But I didn't forget, because a few days later he took me shopping for a new outfit to wear to my cousin's wedding.
"I love the lavender slip dress, honestly. Plus I can dress it up or down," I was saying to him through the changing room door, trying stuff on. He did not love the lavender dress however, because he literally just walked to the register and bought the dress he wanted me to wear while I was still in the fitting room.
"Trust me, I'm doing you a favor. It didn't look nearly as good on you as this one will and you know how your family loves to talk shit."
Maybe this was true. But do you see what I mean? Aggressively considerate almost always very quickly graduates to "controlling". He's so nice! So attentive and loving!
No, he isn't.
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yabaiyaiba · 1 year
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the hells with all these ladies followin' me..?
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Hey!! I'd like to request a matchup :> I don't mind any female or male characters! I guess one way to describe my personality is that cliche weird band kid? im pretty quiet and dont talk much- i talk more often near friends but I prefer using actions more then words since talking is exhausting. I still like doing crazy shit!! uhh my hobbies are drawing, writing, and dancing. I like horror, crystals, cats, and old cartoons, I hate weird bugs and rrly quiet rooms. Hope I did this right!!
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Yoimiya, 。・:*:・゚☆
You and Yoimiya become partners in crime.
Being a close relative to the current head of the Chisato clan, you were a frequent visitor to the Tenryou Commission, as you were required to attend some of the critical civil affairs meetings. Despite your busy schedule, you still found time to pursue one of your favourite activities--Shopping. It was mid-day when you entered the Yae Publishing House, hoping to peruse their newest publications. You had been browsing the shelves when you heard a familiar voice calling out to you. Instantly, you catch sight of a certain strawberry-haired blonde who returns your grin with a broad smile of her own as she walks over.
You had met the Queen of Inazuma's Summer Festivals a few years ago after she had accidentally run into you one evening, looking quite frazzled while trying to set up for the fireworks show for the evening. Deciding to offer help, you eagerly put yourself to work by setting up booths and handing out fliers and sparklers. By the end, you sat beside the Pyrotechnician as you two watched multiple colourful explosions decorate the evening sky. By the end, you and Yoimiya become fast friends, chatting late into the evening.
Everyone, including your family, admires the current proprietress of Naganohara Fireworks, who is always welcome into your home. If the two of you weren't busy with your respective work, you would be found attempting to fish at one of the lakes on Watatsumi Island or treasure hunting at Jinren Island; the Pyrotechnician is always ready to come along for any adventure! It becomes a joke among your friends that you two are joined at the hip.
Frankly, the young bow-user must have been hanging around you too much that she had started adapting some of your quirky terminology--The poor girl had been so embarrassed to explain what she meant about 'stanning' the Lady of the Kamisato clan to the said person's older brother who can't help but overhear upon passing the two of you on the busy streets; Ayato has also taken using the term only as an inside joke between you three.
Yoimiya knew you to be a timid individual who sometimes has difficulty communicating with others outside your social circle. You can only imagine her immense surprise to find you performing with a few others during one summer festival; She cannot help but stare in amazement when you play an instrument, clearly too mesmerized at the sounds you can produce. Once the show had ended, onlookers could not help but think how adorable the strawberry-haired blonde bombarded you with compliments after the performance.
Yoimiya is patient and understanding and knows what makes you tick. Do you nervously bite your nails? She paints your nails with sparkling designs to keep you from biting them. Are you experiencing some performance anxiety? You are greeted by Yoimiya alongside Itto and his gang members in your living room, ready to be your audience. Are you scared of spiders? Well, She'll try to catch it instead of trying to exterminate it by using her Pyro vision--Last time she did that, she almost set fire to a portion of Chinju Forest.
Despite everything, the lively girl acknowledges your real character: A creative and sympathetic individual who places value on kind actions--She's seen how you offer help to the elderly neighbours with some of their work, or treating a weary-looking traveller and their floating companion to lunch at Komore Teahouse, and even giving away whatever snack you had to the children in the pretense that you were full when reality you hadn't even eaten anything all day.
Recently Yoimiya has been experiencing…something odd. Even after being friends for a long time, she becomes self-conscious whenever you are around. It was uncharacteristic of her, but she would find herself stuttering whenever you held her gaze a moment longer or if she accidentally stood a little too close to you. Even when you were away, heat would flood her cheeks whenever her mind wanders toward the memory of you two.
One day, These feelings only seem to surge when she catches a glimpse of a page within the confines of the small notepad you tended to carry around. Usually, She isn't one to pry into another's business. Still, she couldn't help herself when the ledger was lying in the open. The craftswoman catches a detailed sketch of her, what appears to be her smiling brightly in your direction while holding unto an unwrapped sweet. Citrine-coloured eyes also catch sight of a short but alluring haiku, highlighting her quirky charms and kind heart. With reddening cheeks, the Pyro-user quickly averts her eyes when she hears your footsteps and feigns innocence when you ask about her red face.
But seriously, does this mean that…you like her just as how she fancies you!? I guess there's one way to find out~!
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crabussy · 1 year
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hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and pasta of your choice ok?
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wearenotjustnumbers2 · 3 months
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Remember the 6 year old girl who was surrounded by Israeli tanks and the red crescent couldn't reach her? Her name is Hind Hamadeh. Here you can hear the phone call her 15 year old sister, Layan Hamadeh, made with the medics. She was killed exactly a moment later including all people in the car, except for 6 year old Hind who was stuck in the car with the dead bodies of her family, Israeli tanks and IDF surrounding her, shooting, preventing anybody to reach her.
That was last night (29.1.24). Today, still nothing. The fate of Hind remains unknown.
palestine red crescent ambulance team went to rescue her yesterday evening, but they have not returned as of now. We lost contact with them about 18 hours ago, and we still remain unaware of their fate and whether they succeeded in evacuating her or not.
Please, share Hind's story as much as you can on any platform. We need to know what happened to her. Put yourself in her place, how terrified she must be. Don't scroll past this.
This is Hind.
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fox-guardian · 8 months
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"maybe if i dress more boring i'll get gendered correctly by strangers" that's the devil talking
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scribefindegil · 11 months
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someone: hey I noticed this thing you did in your writing!
me, kicking my feet up flirtatiously: oh??? do you want to hear my thoughts on why I did that? do you want a play-by-play of the language choices in every related sentence? do you want an exhaustive breakdown of The Themes???
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wisebeth · 1 month
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One thing which genuinely bothers me is Annabeth's perception in the fandom. How she's seen as this cold, stoic, emotionless, reserved and intimidating girl. When in reality, she's a character full of love.
Annabeth, who immediately cried and felt attached to Cerberus after playing with him for a few minutes because she wouldn't get to play with him again.
Annabeth, whose deepest desire, which the Sirens lured her with, is saving Luke and having a good relationship with both her parents.
Annabeth, who believed in Luke's goodness, even after all the countless terrible things he did simply because she had faith in his humanity.
Annabeth, who cried in Percy's arms before entering the labyrinth and refused to reveal the last line of the prophecy because it said to lose a love worse than death and the idea of losing any of her friends is too painful, heartbreaking and worse than dying.
Annabeth, who kissed Percy before parting with him in St. Helens because if he's going to die, she at least wants him to die knowing she loved him.
Annabeth, who took a poisoned knife for Percy during the war because she'd rather die herself than let him die.
Annabeth, who convinced Luke to switch sides by reminding him of the promise of family he gave her. Which in turn, influenced Luke's decision to end himself to destroy Kronos. Hello, she saved the world with the power of love.
Annabeth, who spent months after months losing sleep and searching desperately for Percy when he went missing.
Annabeth, who kissed Percy to eternity in public at their reunion, not caring what anyone is going to say or think. An asteroid could've hit the earth, and she wouldn't have cared.
Annabeth, who told Percy “I love you” when falling in Tartarus because if she was going to die, she wanted them to be her last words.
Annabeth Chase is a sweetheart, who has always felt things deeply and she's so full of love. And I think it's time we let go of the “cold-hearted annabeth” headcanon because it's not true, that's not her.
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semisolidmind · 2 months
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ok hear me out—
(sue me but he was one of the only mfs in that damn place who wasn't tryna kill the player and i think we should have been able to save him. so, fix it au where y/n helps the gang escape and they live happily in a secluded house in the woods)
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the-vegetarian-artist · 3 months
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the PJO fandom working their butts off to find two italian babies in the background only to realize the Easter egg is Nico calling for Bianca around the 12:3 mark.
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gossipgirldisorder · 25 days
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lana del rey is my best friend, my sister, my mother, my muse, my estranged wife, and the leader of the cult that im in. hope this helps!
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cafffine · 5 months
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you need to listen to Bruce Springsteen’s live albums not just his studio stuff because his crowd work has three modes it’s either “Clarence you should walk me on a leash” or “one time I fell down the stairs and I still think about it….do you still think about it?” or “this songs for my dad who only loved me sort of which was worse than not at all. he’s not in the crowd tonight. or maybe he is. if you see him please god tell me.” and before anyone can react to any of that he’s hootin and hollerin and Clarence Clemons is doing things with a saxophone that are now illegal in more than 15 US states
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yabaiyaiba · 1 year
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ARE YOU OKAY IN THE HEAD? YOU’RE REBLOGGING SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG AGAIN….
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I'm fine. I'm normal.
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electric-rabbits · 7 months
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I was looking up the 90's folk movement, as one does, and this search suggestion fucking got me
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Oh man she is SO gender, like you wouldn't believe it
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blueboyluca · 10 months
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“When I first heard it, from a dog trainer who knew her behavioral science, it was a stunning moment. I remember where I was standing, what block of Brooklyn’s streets. It was like holding a piece of polished obsidian in the hand, feeling its weight and irreducibility. And its fathomless blackness. Punishment is reinforcing to the punisher. Of course. It fit the science, and it also fit the hidden memories stored in a deeply buried, rusty lockbox inside me. The people who walked down the street arbitrarily compressing their dogs’ tracheas, to which the poor beasts could only submit in uncomprehending misery; the parents who slapped their crying toddlers for the crime of being tired or hungry: These were not aberrantly malevolent villains. They were not doing what they did because they thought it was right, or even because it worked very well. They were simply caught in the same feedback loop in which all behavior is made. Their spasms of delivering small torments relieved their frustration and gave the impression of momentum toward a solution. Most potently, it immediately stopped the behavior. No matter that the effect probably won’t last: the reinforcer—the silence or the cessation of the annoyance—was exquisitely timed. Now. Boy does that feel good.”
— Melissa Holbrook Pierson, The Secret History of Kindness (2015)
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