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megamindsecretlair · 3 months

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Get To Know Me Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @nerdieforpedro 😚 for anyone who cares, here's a bit about me! 🥹

General rule: I may overshare in dms and authors notes sometimes but Im generally a private person 🤣 to the point Ive lost friends over it. ive been working with my coworkers for 3 years and they dont know shit about me 🤣 I juss really love yall and feel safe with yall so here we go!

1. Were you named after anyone?

No. My mom didnt want our names to announce who we were on applications so we all got regular smegular names. My name is of Irish origin so my yt folks customer service voice got ppl thinkin I have red hair. I mean....technically yes but its buried under my braids 🤣

2. When was the last time you cried?

At the end of The Marvels. The first end credit had me in real, actual tears. On a more serious note, I last cried before my grandma died. Yall, its fn hard being a caretaker. I was not built Ford Tuff.

3. Do you have kids?

*ahem* 🗣🗣 fuck no! 🤣🤣🤣 I dont even have nieces or nephews. Kids make me nervous and Im pretty sure they can smell the fear on me. 🤣

4. What sports do you play/ have you played?

I played basketball and softball in HS. I love and miss softball all the time even though my big behind HATES running.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Sarcasm is one of my love languages. I put that shit on everything 🤣 Physical Touch is my main one since we sharing.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Ooof, tough. Depends. Some quirk like glasses, lisp, moles. How they walk/talk, the way they laugh. I am a lurker by trade. Overly shy kid and writer by nature will do that to ya.

7. What is your eye color?

Dark brown. When that sun hits 🫠🫠🫦

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I am a HUGE scaredy cat. I dont do scary movies nothin! Happy endings over here! 🤸🏽‍♀️ I will enjoy a thriller but only behind my hands and mostly starring Matthew Lillard.

9. Any talents?

.....no? I have a bunch of useless knowledge or trivia that no one asked for but ya gonna get 🤣 . Juss realized writing is considered a talent 😭 so that too 🤣

10. Where were you born?

US, West Coast baybeee

11. What are your hobbies?

Obvs, writing. Reading, sewing, cons, tarot, tv, listening to music, video games (xbox, switch, PC girlie) , Marvel. Marvel is a hobby. I will talk your ear off. That is both a threat and a promise 😚

12. Do you have any pets?

I have two gorgeous Boston Terriers who run me into the ground every day. Idk why my mom thought two was okay 🫠🫠 my Black ass tide 🥲 👏🏽

13. How tall are you?

Fun sized 5'3 and a half 👏🏽👏🏽🤣 pear shaped. I got ass for days but in the itty bitty titty committee. 😭😭😭😭😭

14. Favorite subject in high school?

Definitely English. My English teacher was so fine 🥲🥲 thats not WHY it was my fave but can ya blame me 😩 I loved reading the books but I hated the themes they shoved down our throats. What if that wasnt MY interpretation of the book??? Hmmm? Some faves include: Their Eyes Were Watching God (Teacake 🥵🥵🥵), Brave New World, Bright Lights Big City (probably where my love of second person is from) , Bronx Masquerade, and The Outsiders. And FUCK the Great Gatsby. If I hear about that damn green light one 👏🏽 mo 👏🏽 fn 👏🏽 time 👏🏽😩😡 and FUCK Of Mice and Men, he aint have to do all that in the end. And DOUBLE FUCK I Know Why the Caged Bird sings. Turned my stomach when she described the SA. Lemme stop 🥴

15. Dream Job?

Writer. I will publish, I will be successful, and I will live the life I want. I claim it 😩 on my Octavia Butler, NK Jemisin, Danielle Allen shit 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Whew! That was fun 😭🤣

No pressure tags: @mybonafidefeelings @bratzmaraj @braverthanthenewworld @multiversefanfics @chaos-4baby @westside-rot @saturn-rings-writes @notapradagurl7 @wide-nose-and-wonderful @blowmymbackout @blackerthings @harmshake @targaryenvampireslayer and who wants to do one. I love learning bout my moots.

#megaminds tag game #get to know me tag game #get to know megamind #im funny sometimes #chronically online emo kid #dass me #i dont cry that often #nothing against it #i juss hate how puffy my face gets #my forehead big because im a people watcher 😭#glasses wearer too #tag game #tumblr tag game #know your moots #join in #i love learning bout folks

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badfry · 1 year

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۰ ۪۪۫۫ · you cut your hair. someway, somehow, that led to rosalie hale spending the night with you.

☾ warnings—cheating (my apologies, emmett)

☾ word count—2.2k

☾ notes—i wanted self-indulgent soft collegiate rosalie to christen this blog with. as ariana grande once said: i want it, i got it. written with f!reader in mind, but it can be read as gn!reader. sfw (with the potential for a sequel...)

At first, you didn’t think she was ever on campus during the day—you never ran into her at the college bookstore shopping for textbooks at the start of the year, or at the coffee shop downing a triple shot espresso before her classes, or at the bar crying into a shot glass after them, like you had with everyone else.

So in the beginning, you only ever saw her during your night class.

But when the second semester started, you could have sworn you saw her everywhere, all the time. You thought you were karmically doomed; you’d spent the entirety of the last semester staring at the back of her head, imagining what it would be like to lean over her shoulder and press your lips to the perpetually downturned corners of hers—maybe she’d melt a little, smile the smallest smile, but you’d be able to feel it once she pressed back into you—

Maybe you were doomed. Or maybe she was just that magnetic, and now that your eyes knew her shape, they would forever be drawn to her—no matter how big the crowd or how dark the room was.

Her name was Rosalie; she never responded to Rose. There was a big, gleaming, asscher cut diamond perched prettily on her left ring finger. She never said a thing in class, even though she sat in the front row. She wasn’t eager to answer any of the professor’s questions or awkwardly overshare about her life like the others who sat beside her. You didn’t know if she was really engaged, or if she was just rich with flashy tastes, but you stupidly hoped it was the latter.

Her hair fell to the middle of her back in perfectly blown-out golden waves. She never put it up. She never grew it longer, cut it shorter, or dyed it a different color. She was simply pristine—never a hair out of place or a split end to be trimmed.

You thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. So did everyone else. Your classmates all took their turns getting shot down, and you sat back and watched them all get their hearts broken. You took it as a reminder: your imaginings would never be anything more than that, so it was best to move on.

You cut your hair at the end of the semester when you were sure you’d never see her again. People in movies always cut their hair after something big—a break-up, a rejection, whatever—to help them get over it. It had never really worked for you in the past, but you still did it every six months or so. Your head felt lighter even if your heart didn’t.

You suspected that you would spend the rest of your life thinking about Rosalie; often now, then less and less frequently over time, until one day it would just be every once in a blue moon. She wasn’t the sort of woman you could forget.

Especially when you saw her everywhere you went.

So when a late-night study session at the library turned into a café-crawl for a pick-me-up, you shouldn’t have been surprised to see her there—but you were. Your heart even skipped a beat.

She was sitting at a table for two right next to the door, reading a book. She had a cup of coffee, but it looked cold and untouched. For some reason, you found yourself asking her, “Does it suck?”

Rosalie peered up at you through her lashes. In the dim light of the café, her eyes were dark and sensuous. She grimaced, and you felt your stomach turn to lead. “Pardon me?”

You wanted to turn around and run away. What the hell had gotten into you? Why did you think you could just walk up and talk to her? She was out of your league. She was probably taken. And yet you gestured weakly to her cup despite all of that. “The coffee. It looks like you didn’t like it.”

Rosalie stared at you for a moment longer, then glanced at her cup of coffee. “No,” she said slowly, “I’m more of a tea person, is all.”

It sounded like she was tasting the words before she settled upon them. You wondered if that’s how she usually spoke; carefully, reverently, like each word meant something special to her. “I guess you were feeling adventurous today,” you said, partly to her, partly to yourself.

“I suppose so,” she said, closing her book and laying it on the table. She ran her eyes up and down your frame; you felt a shiver crawl down your spine. “Would you like to join me?” she finally asked.

“Yes,” you said, far too eagerly. “I mean, sure. I need to order, but I’ll be right back.” No shit, Sherlock, you thought to yourself. Could you embarrass yourself any worse? You hoped not.

You ordered yourself a drink, and when the barista asked if you’d like anything else, you hesitated. She was a tea person, but what sort of tea person? Green tea, black tea, decaf? Maybe it was a bad idea—it definitely was a bad idea—but—

When you came back to the table with a drink for both you and her, Rosalie appeared unsurprised. People probably bought her drinks all the time. Disappointment curdled in your gut, but you still sat down across from her and pushed the tea her way. “I hope you like Earl Grey.”

Rosalie closed the book she was reading and closed her pale, bony fingers around the handle of the mug. “I… do,” she said. She pulled the mug closer to her, then cradled it between her palms. She didn’t sip at it; she seemed to be too busy enjoying the way its warmth seeped into her.

You sipped at your own drink nervously. Your hands were trembling, so you kept them wrapped tight around your mug. Despite your drink’s warmth, your hands went cold from the lack of circulation. You’d officially run out of things to say.

“You cut your hair,” Rosalie suddenly pointed out.

“Oh, um, yeah,” you stuttered. You hadn’t expected her to remember you, let alone how your hair used to look.

She must have misread your expression, because then she asked, “Do you not like it?”

“I do,” you assured her. “Sort of. I’m still getting used to it.”

Rosalie tilted her head and examined you far too closely. You tried and failed to swallow past the lump in your throat. “It suits you,” she said, and your heart nearly leaped out of your chest. “And even if you end up disliking it, it will grow back.”

“That’s true.” She was still staring at you, something indecipherable hidden behind the dark depths of her eyes, and as much as you reveled in her undivided attention, it made you panic. “Have you ever thought about cutting yours?”

“No,” she responded immediately. “Why? Do you not like it?”

You barked out a strange little laugh before you could stop yourself. “I love it,” you said. “It’s beautiful, really. I just can’t leave my hair alone, so I find it hard to believe anyone else can.”

Rosalie smiled. You thought she looked sad, somehow. “You’re sweet,” she sighed. “My hair grows very slowly, so I never thought cutting it any shorter would be smart.”

“Oh, it’s always a stupid idea,” you admitted. “But that’s part of the fun. And like you said, it’ll grow back, slow or fast. And if all else fails, you could get a wig.”

Rosalie looked away from you, brows furrowed. You were worried—had you offended her? Maybe you’d come across as too pushy or judgmental. You should change the subject. Your eyes flitted about wildly, desperate for something to talk about that wouldn’t send her running away from you; they landed on her ring, which was certainly not a topic that would help you out anytime soon.

“Are you engaged?” you asked anyway because you loved to stick your foot in your mouth.

But it made her look at you again. You could have sunk into her eyes and never resurfaced. “Not exactly,” she murmured.

What does that mean, you wanted to ask, but you didn’t get the chance to.

“I think you’re right,” Rosalie said. “You should cut my hair.”

You blinked. “What?”

Rosalie smiled, and this time, you thought she actually looked happy. “You should take me home and cut my hair.”

Your face went numb. “Okay,” you choked out.

And so you brought Rosalie Hale home.

She sat in your desk chair and stared at you through the mirror you’d set up in front of her as you asked her how short she wanted to cut her hair; she held one hand up to her shoulder in response.

“Above or below?”

“What do you think would look better?”

You lost the unofficial staring contest Rosalie had started. “You could pull off anything, really. But it doesn’t matter what I think.”

“I wouldn’t ask if it didn’t matter,” she said.

“Why does it?” you asked.

“You said my hair is beautiful.” Rosalie tilted her head back until you looked her in the eye once more. Under the bright white light of your lamp, her eyes looked lighter than they had in the café—maybe they were hazel. “I’d like it if you still thought that after cutting it.”

“As long as it’s what you want,” you told her, “I can promise you I will.”

Luckily, she seemed to take you at your word. "Above, then," she settled on.

"Alright," you agreed, carefully gathering her hair between your hands without tugging it too hard. It was thick, coarse, and ridiculously weighty in your palms, although it had always appeared delicate and sleek from afar. "This might take a while. Do you want a drink or something?"

"No, thank you." Rosalie made having good posture look easy. "Take your time. I believe I trust you."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," you said, half-joking. Your cheeks were burning. Rosalie's trust weighed on you heavier than her hair. You had no clue how you'd earned it, but you never wanted to lose it.

It took you a little over an hour to cut her hair. Your arms were sore and the fingers on your dominant hand ached to hell and back, but you didn't care. Your eyes were glued to Rosalie's reflection in the mirror; you thought she looked sad again. "What do you think?" you asked her, stomach churning.

Rosalie stared at herself in silence for what felt like the longest minute of your life. Then she gave herself a smile, tremulous at the edges, and said to you, "It's not so heavy anymore."

"It's kind of weird, right?"

"A little," she admitted huskily, peering down at the golden strands that littered your floor now. Her chest rose and fell swiftly, but you couldn't hear her breathing.

"It's normal to cry, the first time," you were quick to assure her. You hesitated, then laid a hand upon her shoulder. "I won't judge."

Rosalie took a deep breath in, held it for a moment, then sighed, "No. I'm fine." After a moment, she stood up and turned to you. Her eyes were warm, flitting back and forth across your face rapidly. "Do you still think my hair looks beautiful?"

You couldn't answer her when she looked at you like that—like you were something special. You looked at your feet, the hair all over your floor, and eventually, you asked her, "Do you regret it?"

"No."

"Then yes."

Rosalie huffed out a laugh. "Are you worried you might hurt my feelings?"

"No," you muttered, "I just think you're beautiful when you're happy. In general, I mean."

Rosalie took a step closer to you. Your heart fluttered in response. As though she had heard it and wanted to feel it for herself, she reached her hands up and pressed them to your chest. "Look at me," she whispered.

You tried, but you couldn't. She dragged her hands up each side of your neck, leaving millions of tiny goosebumps in their wake, then cradled your face between her palms. She pulled it up to hers gently, beseechingly, until finally, you could look her in the eye. "I'm sorry," you sighed. You thought of how she'd said she wasn't exactly engaged, and how at that moment, you could feel the white gold band of her ring rubbing against your skin; even still, you thought of how long you'd imagined yourself pressing your lips to hers.

"Don't be," she entreated. Then she wrapped one of her hands around the back of your head, pressed her chest to yours, and kissed you ever-so-softly.

You shuddered; your breaths entwined. Rosalie's lips were colder than you'd thought they would be, so you sucked the bottom one into your mouth, then the top. When you pulled back from her, her mouth was warmer and wetter than it had been to start with, gleaming prettily in the white lamplight.

"Would you mind," Rosalie panted, "if I stayed the night?"

"Of course not," you said, against your better judgment.

Rosalie grinned and kissed you harder than before. You could feel it, just like you'd always imagined; it made you grin, too.

#☾—fry writes.#twilight #rosalie hale #twilight x reader #rosalie hale x reader

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poohsticksbridge · 5 months

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I find myself perplexed by how readily even some platonic MoLan shippers tuck the Aes Sedai and her Warder into bed together.

Not be a stickler for canon (y’all do you), but I can’t recall them once sharing a bed in the books. Am I forgetting/overlooking a reference? (Genuine question.)

My assumption is that this stems, somewhat, from in ‘intimacy’ of the bath scene in episode 1.01 (even though Mo specifies “one room, two beds” upon their arrival at the Winespring.

The thing about the bath scene, it’s such a great straightbaiting feint. Absolutely consistent with the canon Shienaran bathing practices from the books. Co-Ed public bathing and all that, nothing romantic or sexual about it.

The only stretch of that scene being, what’s a tub like that doing in the Two Rivers? Do members of the Women’s Circle have weekly meet ups there, where they drink wine while they overshare or something?

#PSB musings #public bathing #WOT cultures #wheel of time #moiraine damodred #lan mandragoran #platonic Mo&Lan

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insufferable-homestuck · 6 months

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Hey! I’m Here for classpecting B33

Tendency to overshare about anything their most interested in and forgets to share needed information a times because they forget

They Care deeply about those close to them but deeply wishes to be free from it all due to their many obligations, able to suppress emotions so much that they forget they have them.

Thinks so deeply about topics that they cannot understand the base meaning, they cannot “see the whole picture” !! B33

you're here for the what..? ugh... i told you guys i dont do that no mo'. im sober man. ya gotta leave me alone. im callin the cops if you don't stop showing up at my house. im not that guy no mo' i have a family to care for, daddy cant just go disappearin for days again. 'm in recovery, anon. those days are behind me

#ok sorry for this reply #but its been a LONG while since i moved my classpecting posts to a different account #like so long #go leave this ask in insufferable-talkstuck i may answer #ask tag

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actual-trolls-for-real-justice · 2 months

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ZYO ZMOD ZZEBRUH ZCAN ZWE ZHEAR ZABOUT ZTHE ZQUADRANTS

yeah sure, why not. my matespr!t = former mod teg!r!. we were keep!ng !t k!nda down low because of mutual assoc!ates + cus he's shy, but ! th!nk he != look!ng at th!s so ! = just go!ng to say !t. ! <3 h!m. even !f he = a k!nn!e and an rpf wr!ter, he = st!ll the cutest to me.

my mo!ra!l = mod ch!x!e. she = the sweetest l!ttle chér!e + she deserves better than she lets herself have but that = probably overshar!ng. we spend alot of t!me do!ng that parallel play sh!t because everyth!ng = better w!th your mo!ra!l around.

! don't have a p!tch because ! don't need one. ! = already perfect !n any way a spade could !mprove me + ! have no pat!ence. mallek asked but ! told h!m no. lol.

♟️ mod zebruh ♟️

#! could see myself play!ng ashen to someone though #maybe #! = pretty happy w!th just th!s #mod zebruh #asks #mod chixie #former mod tegiri

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iheartmoons · 10 months

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asks for you bc i’m bored

fav food?

fav drink?

fav show?

fav subject? (i feel like i already know this one but i might be wrong so)

fav snack?

comfort food?

weirdest food you've ever eaten?

most out of character thing you've ever done?

wallpaper?

if you could have an unlimited supply of one thing for the rest of your life, what would you choose?

any phobias?

is there anything you’d wait in line for a week to do, see, or get?

if you could name your brain, what would you name it?

where do you want to travel the most?

you don’t have to answer all of them or any at all if you don’t want to!! they’re very random lmao

you can answer privately too if you’d like <3

OMG HI i should be sleeping but this is more fun:

(strap in bc it turns out that i cant choose anything for the life of me, and i enjoy oversharing)

fav food: i cant….choose. being a basic bitch id say like chicken curry and rice bc idk 🧍‍♂️it’s good. but uhhh i love chinese food generally, like oh man. duck pancakes w the cucumbers and sauces and uh, the noodles and the pork and chicken and dumplings and bao buns (i am aware this sounds terrible to others, but i am drooling)

fav drink: ooh oreo milkshake, or if we’re talking standard drink from the shop, specifically fanta fruit twist (it’s also the colour i would dye my hair btw). my go-to is always generally water tho 🤭

fav show: i cant choose…. maybe like friday night dinner, she-ra, and strong girl bong soon

fav subject: english <3

fav snack: OH um. i love choc chip muffins or choc chip cookies tbh, also brownies!!!!

comfort food: any type of chicken curry and rice

weirdest food i’ve eaten: i really haven’t eaten anything weird. i don’t eat any red meat very often apart from pork, sooo idk. (i’m thinking meat wise here btw) i guess i’d say pig intestines - look it sounds bad, but if you think abt it, lots of people are eating all the other parts of the pig w/o thinking about it. my bro once ate crocodile at a farm once tho which was pretty wild (apparently it tastes like chicken)

most out of character thing ive ever done: see i cant really answer this because i’m just so different in diff situations or w diff people, but i honest to god think that it’s saying i love you to all my online friends. like. id never ever do that in real life. i find it extremely hard to show my emotions, it’s so awkward and uncomfy.

wallpaper: for a moment there i couldn’t decide whether u were asking abt my literal wallpaper or my phone wallpaper…. i’m still unsure… but my lock screen is reg and sirius, and my home screen is the marauders. and if ur asking abt my bedroom, i got lilac walls 🙈

if i had an unlimited supply of smth, what wld i choose: ohhhhhh oh. fuck idk. ummm money??? lmao 😭😭😭 maybe time with my cousin (she’s my fav person and she doesn’t live in the same city + she’s going to uni after next year so my chances of seeing her are slimming)

phobias: the ocean/any big body of water, death (big big emphasis on this one) and ummm like dolls and clowns- actually i’m scared of so many things, the list could go on and on

smth i’d wait in line to see/do/get: i’d wait in line for a hug from mitski tbh

if i could name my brain, what wld i name it: WHAT SORT OF QUESRIONS ARE THESE 😭😭 good lord. id name it the fucking universe. i had this thing when i was younger where i started this universe and kept building characters upon characters until there were hundreds and i knew each of their intricate storylines and id act them out and it was actually bad bc i couldn’t focus on anything else for literal years (there you go, big moons secret - not rlly a secret, i’ve said it before) so yes. there is an entire universe up in my brain probably.

where do you want to travel the most: i wanna go to the south of france + tokyo + venice, but i heard it’s not all that. my fav places that i’ve been to are vietnam and america which r two very different places and i adored them - vietnam more for the food and culture and surroundings, american more bc of family + tourist attractions + theme parks. so. maybe one of those wins.

#aris tag 💜#i overshared by a mile #but at least u know me better now 🤗🤗🤗#moonbars #might be mistakes in this but shhhh

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accidentalharrie · 2 years

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One thing that I keep seeing brought up, and not just by HLT but some of the “GP” (it’s more of a case of women who are extremely online and consume a lot of pop culture and are very snarky towards most of it, in my opinion, because they feel better about themselves that way), but anyway, what I see pop up over and over is the whole “Harry won’t claim her” thing, and it’s so odd.

Claim her? We’re really using that language about a woman? She’s not his fucking dog. Also, while Olivia has been slightly more open about their relationship (with very sideways stuff like “I didn’t leave Jason for Harry, that relationship ended way before I met Harry” or “our relationship is private”, she’s also extremely cagey about him. She hasn’t sat down to do a tell-all interview on how they got together or told us stuff about their domestic lives. She hasn’t even called him her boyfriend, or partner. She hasn’t posted a picture of him on socials that wasn’t for work. She hasn’t directly talked about their relationship other than veeeery tangentially allowing that it exists.

Of course this has been Harry’s MO for relationships his entire career. And it very much wasn’t Olivia’s before him (if anything, she was an oversharer). But just like Harry took Pilates with her instructor and that life philosophy sentence and probably a lot of other things we’re not privy to (I think, for instance, that this approach he has of making jokes about stuff people criticize about him is 100% her influence because in 10 years in the spotlight he had never done that, but it’s becoming a thing he does now, since he met her, and she’s always used self deprecating humor to make fun of criticism leveraged at her. Famously when she read mean tweets Justin Bieber fans sent her back in like, 2013), I think Olivia realized that Harry’s minimal social media approach and measured words about private matters was… a good strategy. She said something along those lines, like it didn’t benefit her to speak on her private life. I’m sure speaking so much about Jason bit her in the ass in the long run (everyone thought they were the perfect couple and, well…). And also other blunders like saying they had sex like Kenyan marathon runners or like her vagina had died with her ex. While I’m sure she regretted those pretty fast, I think it took her longer to connect that maybe… not airing out your private life is a good approach.

I think it probably wasn’t necessary for her to be so measured in the past, because she wasn’t this exposed and social media was a lot different but right now, she’s probably 1000000% on board with Harry’s approach. I’m sure it was tough to walk the red carpet with your partner and not touch them, awkward even, like you don’t know what to do with your limbs, but in the end, seeing how things played out, I think she was glad that they didn’t. That she knew it would’ve been a lot worse if they had.

I think she knows that if he “claimed her” things would not be better for her. Just seeing the way Larries treat Eleanor, who has been “claimed” a million times, tells you enough. It’s completely irrelevant or even makes things worse.

I think that if they end up getting married or having kids together, things will loosen up, because it just becomes a little ridiculous to be so tight lipped at that point, but it was definitely not going to happen while the movie wasn’t even out (and it probably won’t happen for a while after).

Those hateful women (and I highlight that they’re women because it’s fucking appalling that we’re often harsher on other women than men themselves), who claim that it’s embarrassing that Olivia keeps doing the most for Harry (what even is the most? Spending time with him? Wearing his merch? Speaking about him in a professional manner? Cause Harry does equivalents of those things as well), when “he won’t even claim her” and project that he doesn’t want to admit to having a girlfriend for PR and Olivia is so pathetic are genuinely… like, I can tell they have no joy in their lives because how are you willfully interpreting a situation that’s none of your business in the most negative way? When you have 1% of the facts and these are people you don’t even actually follow?

Sorry, but this sort of thing is just annoying. I know Harry is not perfect but assuming that he’s heartless enough to not acknowledge his partners (who are desperate for his validation) to keep a specific image even if those partners are “torn to pieces” because he keeps that public image is such a horrible horrible attribute to assume about a perfect stranger. Such a cynical interpretation of things for no good reason.

Perhaps I’m weird for giving random celebs the benefit of the doubt when I don’t know their motivations. Or perhaps I don’t feel the need to elevate my life and my self worth by putting down celebrities for a hobby.

Nons - I don't have much to add to this because you put it all perfectly but I would like to loudly join the chorus that in the YEAR OF OUR IMAGINARY LORD 2022 we do not expect men to CLAIM their women.

(Especially when we are also relentlessly criticizing the way said woman performs her feminism.)

((Especially especially when Harry grabbed her hand in front of approximately one million cameras less than a month ago.))

#you're not the weird one nons i promise #asks #hlts

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cleopatrachampagne · 1 year

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honestly, traditional rural americana gothic horror stories have in only two or three years time turned into dated period pieces. 2020’s era small town gothic culture almost always boils down to standing in line between a ‘mysterious drifter’ who has an imdb page, a reservation at the generic gentrification brewery downtown and a bad case of mountain dew mouth as well as a known member of the witch dancer society which has a prominent instagram presence, a dedication to the disney corporation bordering on creepy and zero mystical blood sacrifices while the weird old dude who works as a cashier at the old feed store next to the head shop and always overshares but at least usually in a grimly charming way tells me he’s pissed his daughter won’t homeschool his grandkids bc nowadays the schools are full of ‘gay groomers’ just… turning the children gay or something and i force my lesbian ass to reply in a neutral manner cuz i’m just tryna purchase a bucket of grain since chloe escaped the paddock today and ruined the whole old batch with her equine gluttony and i mind my manners like a reasonable human but want to grab his face firmly in my hands and remind him that back in the 70’s they happily welcomed the tobacco clown to visit my mom’s elementary school class and brazenly promote the tobacco industry to little kids and it seems kinda odd that he had no problem with a strange clown giving his kids cigarettes but the ragebait article about ‘gay groomers’ that the overly political local freelance horse grave digger shared on his fb page suddenly has this ordinarily friendly man in a huff airing his dirty laundry in confusing, b-movie horror exposition format that feels not unlike a teaser trailer for the hills have eyes 2: homophobic boogaloo to any distant acquaintances in earshot. and the spirit of jesus beating the sh!t out of money lenders with braided leather has me shaking like my skeleton is ready to hatch bc i want to demand this dude earn that gold cross on his neck by removing the lout from his eye before pointing out the speck in his brother’s, and perhaps i could summon the spirit of the tobacco clown himself with an overpriced hunk of pink hasbro plastic ouija board, while the dead, dark eldritch anger that lurks beneath the abandoned logging mill that upon closing thrust the whole region from paradise to well past east of eden claws at my throat in melodramatic slow-mo as my eyes glaze over and i give another politely disinterested response while vacantly offering a purely plastic fully fake totally emotionless smile and the sands of time slip through the hourglass in this fluorescent lighting soaked snapshot of what once was raw gothic intrigue tainted by the poisoned well of social media, wealth disparity, inflammatory internet bigotry insidiously seeping into the real fucking world and i realize if anyone were to accurately write modern gothic rural americana it would be not unlike remaking citizen kane as a shaky-cam found footage tiktok thread.

#gothic horror #weirdcore #americana #commentary #social commentary #true story #lgbt #horror prose #horror movies #gothic #goth #small towns #us politics #idk i’m pretty drunk tbh #horses #comedy #dark humor

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rosiehrs · 8 months

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STORYTIME!!!

So I’ve only been reading ksm*t on tumblr for about a year… but last year I found a bunch of writers that are just fucking INSANE. Like to the point where I was thinking “dapat naay bayad para basahon” ana sila kahawod. But this ONE writer, they had a fucking amazing nayeon fic that I read, like spicy stuff aside it was incredible work. Then I read their 21k word chaeyoung fic… and their two part miyeon fic… and I was obsessed. At that point I was just like, “Oh. my fucking God.” Their work changed my life from that point on.

And like I’d interacted with them here and there for a few months this year but LAST month I just DM’d one time like “hey ik u dk me like that but just wanted to say ur so nice and welcoming and ur work is lifechanging” and ever since we’ve just been talking about anything and EVERYTHING, shows movies music books, oversharing about our lives and interests, etc. Damn near every day. They’re slowly converting me into a swiftie and arianator too. I’ve even been sending them my own original songs and they gassed it up… and just every day I become more delusional and obsessed..

AND I STILL DON’T KNOW THEIR REAL NAME. ITS BAD DZAI

THE WAY I JS TRIED LOOKING FOR THEIR ACCOUNT AND I FUCKING CANT. BUT HUY BE DELULU UNTIL ITS TRULULU. GA STORYA NA GANI MO, WHY NOT

SANA ALL MAKA CHAT EVERYDAY.... ANG MGA TAO THAT I DMED WAY INTEREST SAAKO BAI.. GUSTO RA GANI KO MAKIG-MIGO PERO IN FAIRNESS IM SO BAD AT STARTING CONVOS. ONCE I STARTED ONE THREATENING THEM (AS A JOKE) BUT NO WONDER WE NEVER SPOKE AGAIN AFTER. I DO NOT BLAME THEM AT ALL.

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wheelcr · 2 years

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close ba kayo ni somi????? sa kpop dr mo????

omg yes somi she's my girlfriend but like she doesn't know it KAJAKSJD she has basically every 3rd 4th gen female idol wrapped around her finger

we met backstage at music bank during her 'what u waiting for' era and have never left her side since. she's such a lovely, bright soul. but also a fucking dumbass who i wanna bash against the wall sometimes

she overshares a lot?? she's just so fucking chaotic. like we're walking down the street and she's like "oh, chae, i just farted haha" and i'm just "somi wyat the fuck you can't say that istg if paparazzi caught that"

also super clingy & affectionate, like not in a friendly, sweet way like straight up smothers you in hugs and kisses soon as you walk through the door ( she mainly does it with her fem friends tho )

#⠀💭 ۫⠀love letters.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚ 𓈒 #lucibels!#꒰⠀file : kpop⠀꒱#shifting #reality shifting #desired reality #kpop #somi #jeon somi

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slowjamastan · 2 years

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my MO is oversharing about things that dont matter and keeping what i actually do with my life quiet

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louisendsposts · 2 months

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ALSO (kahit walang nagtanong)

i got to attend TDS2 HAH! it was around april last year and I CANT BELIEVE MAG OONE YEAR NA BAGO AKO NAG OVERSHARE (na naman) DITO?!?! i think i only open this app when im overwhelmed with all the stuff thats happening in the real world. although twitter exists (ay sorry-- X na pala siya ngayon tangina mo el*n) minsan i get conscious kasi baka masyado na akong maingay don at baka naiingayan na mga kaibigan ko HAHAHAHAHA

dito, at least di niyo ako kilala. di bale nang maingay, di niyo naman ako kilala HAHAHAHA ge bye tangina may gagawin pa pala ako HOOOH this shall not be my last post (makakasurvive ako sa school year na to)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

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benefits1986 · 6 months

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Bright Side, Blind Side

The fog brain experience hits hard as I come closer to the “morbidity” universe.

Yesterday was a cringe day but very humbling, too. I was in a series of unfortunate events that exposed my fog brain. The past weeks, I chose to take it easy because I feel tired easily. :( However, I have to be up to speed and go all out. For instance, I know I have an rehearsed line for my huddles pero parang may sheer curtain ‘yung utak ko. First time ito. I thought sabaw moment lang pero no. As in. I tried to downplay it in the name of choosing to be kinder to myself, pero hindi e. Nakaka-panic siya as an overthinker. While at it, as in gusto ko na lang lumubog. Gusto ko na lang mag-maldita pero hindi, this hits different. Ganito ba may dementia? Early onset na ba talaga ito? Paano na ‘to? Dami ko na demerits on top of it, but, you know what keeps me up and running?

These days and nights, I am choosing to look at the bright side which is pretty much a derivative of the blind side. Actually, I am embracing the blind side bit by bit. I am someone who has a love-hate relationship with the blind side. When I watched The Blind Side, naiyak talaga ang ferson. Like bawling levels. Tapos, ayun na nga... I think I talked about this brouhaha na fake news pala lahat. LOL. But, as I said, take the content and the creator separately. The blind side is where the magic happens. It is where the comfort zone ends and where growth begins. The bright side is where your depressive state turns into a sedated and then neutralized state. Sineskwela, pasowkkk. And I used these two phrases yesterday for the first time, I guess. Or baka eto na naman ako sa fog brain moment in time ko. LUH. Kidding aside, I’m in metamorphosis szn mala-Power Rangers na Maroon x Blue. :D Panget ng joke ko. BLECH. Pati hirits ko, foggy na. Oh, no!!! To lighten up my overthinking shit hole, sabi ko na lang senior “high” moment siguro ito. Like now, I usually type fast. The past weeks, parang mas hindi agit ‘yung galaw ng kamay ko sa keyboard. FUDGE. But, sige, let’s be crazier than usual. Eto pa... sobrang kakahiya. I was pitching something about TS and fuck, I overshared. UGH. Alam mo ‘yung nag-autopilot ‘yung thoughts ko and I could have said it in a classier way? But no. Hell no. :( It sounded like a senior high fangirl. :(( Two bosses pa naman kausap ko. Me to myself: Talaga, Bene? Talaga ba? Ganyan ka na kakanal ngayon? In this get back meeting at this hour? Bobo ka? Bobo ka. Approved naman but, nakakahiya levels 1000000000. Santa Santita Taylor Swift, hayup ka. Dinarang mo ako nung may sakit ako. Ngayon, parang no turning back na tayo.

This may be my reminder to take it as calmly as possible because there’s always limits and there’s always time to step on the breaks. Even when I was driving, the gas pedal is lit. While I am causing liabilities to my team, I feel like they are trying to give me a runway; not tolerating ha. More of okay, you got this, still. Slow and steady lang. HUHUHUHUHU. Killing me with kindness and compassion. Stress; but sige, let’s give this a try. Maiba naman. I’m so used to beating the shit out of me to the point na ubos na and walking dead na ako e. So, 180-degree turn ito. Shemay, mamiiiii. YOKO NA. Kaya ko ba? Bagal ko mag-type. Thank u, universe for AI assists. I came across a content saying that AI would allow humans to make more with their limited time. Me: Limited time on earth ba ‘to? Or limited time sa work and life? HAHAHAHAHAHA. Very dry and dark humor right there, yowwzaaa, mama. Simplehan ko lang kasi kahit minsan, for godsake. Try ko lang ‘di ba?

More importantly, I guess I’m also overthinking na naman because our new hire holds so much potentials and I feel baka I don’t have the guns to power her up in this kind of frail state. UGH. I don’t give super details about work in general, but, let this be reminder of me trying to power through with my vulnerabilities. SHEMAY. Dalisay season na ba talaga ako? Kakanood ng pagkatalo ng bargas gaming ng Maroons kasi. I got dibs on Archers - Maroons game but, no Satan. Alam ko na what will happen and it did. Hindi na ako bibili ng NB 327 na may maroon na N because, with how things are going, strategic play wins tactical play all the time. Second dad lambasted me saying that Maroon championship is but a chamba. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I didn’t negate him. Sapul e. Hindi rin naman ako tanga. Bright side and blind side gaming nga ‘di ba? Also, the players are strong but there’s something so off when they pounce. As in. Butas talaga play mga sir. Isipin ko na lang na on top of my fog brain, nursing a broken hidden maroon heart drama ko para mala-faux pas.

My lucid dream is so weird. I was with a chixxx whom I do not know tapos clingy super. Happy pa ako nung first few scenes then, ewan ko ba, got bored na eventually. Nothing weird naman sa dream pero I may XY din umeksena. I was like WTF is this person doing here? LOL. Anyway, dreams are but dreams, so tabi. Need ko maka-recover. Baka wala na forda bills ang ferson. LOL. Bright side and blind side szn is on. Look at this Maroon MV. YT talaga a. You know my vibe. :D Hahahaha. Cuties na poppin’. <3 Eto na tayo, Tuesday. Cute nila. The shit show is slaying. Kaso may mga weird acting pero we can let that go. Sana, I power through not for my ego lang, but for the greater good. May INXS pa and indie watering hole which reminds me of another hahahahahahaha moment. Sorry na po, Lordeeee sa lahat ng kalokohan ko noon. Mabait na po ako now. Ang agaaaa. Let’s goooowww.

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