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the-fidgety-fiddler · 2 months

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Drove for the first time in 3 years today and I got tailgaited, brights-flashed, followed, and cussed at by a strange man in a stupid sports car after doing literally Nothing wrong

#i was so scared to start driving after getting narcolepsy diagnosis and taking such a long break but i finally felt brave enough with my #meds and stuff and i wanted to take my cousin out. she is also driving now so she was copiloting and helping me the whole time and neither #of us can figure out what happened... it was so weird. im still shaking and teeth chattering like an hour later and my tics are really bad #now thanks a lot you jerk. its always sports cars and pick up trucks i swear... but ive never had this happen #and i havent driven in a while but we really eased into it in the neighborhoods first and stuff and then this happened on a backroad with #minimal traffic...#ive always been a very confident and defensive driver and i cant think of anything i was doing that could have ticked the guy off... it was #so weird.#he literally pulled over and put his hazard lights on bc he was in front of me. and as soon as i went around him he jerked his car over #right behind me really fast and then did all of the stuff i mentioned #he wasnt following us for long so we didnt have to call the police or anything but it was so scary i hate california drivers #my post

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thistransient · 6 months

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#i could not fall back asleep after waking up far too early #at least the breakfast place was not full at 7 on a sunday #i never noticed these roses before #they're in a place where I'm usually trying to avoid being run over but there's minimal traffic rn #silver lining i suppose #taiwan #taipei #士林區 #roses #streets

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badhotdog03 · 8 months

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Sometimes I wish I was a filmmaker, so I could have the Black sisters, on a road trip, listening to Beautiful, Dirty, Rich by Lady Gaga, without it just being italicised lyrics on a page...

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screechingsandwichhologram · 19 days

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ucckkkk i feel so so sick

#i didn't eat dinner (bc we were stuck in traffic) and had a minimal lunch #rain feathers talks #tomorrow is going to be hell

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thingsdavidlikes · 7 months

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Minimal Manila by Beloveful

#manila #minimal #streetphotography #street #stoplight #traffic #crosswalk #fujifilm #fujix #xpro2 #beloveful #flickr #thingsdavidlikes

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doyeons · 4 months

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going back to my apartment tmrw. everything just feels kind of incorrect rn i cant describe it

#bella.txt #like ok my parents moved to be 3 hrs away from where they used to live #but my friends + my grandma r still where my parents used to live #so i have to choose btwn being w/ parents and my dogs or being w/ friends and grandma #and it's not like. a SHORT drive at all. 3 hrs on a good day w/ minimal traffic #+ it takes 7hrs to get from my parents to my apartment but only 4ish from my grandmas to my apartment #so i wanted to be.. over here.. before heading back to school #but idk things worked out so weirdly i only saw my one friend once and i missed her bday and i didnt see my other friend at all and i left #y parents and dogs earlier than i wanted and for no reason bc i didnt even go see anyone i just went to my grandma's immediately like #idk this probably sounds like it's not a big deal but i feel so weird i feel like i didnt plan right how to split my time #and now i'm leaving and idk when i'll be back #and i dont have to go tomorrow but i also. do? kind of? i dont know #kill my entire brain why cant i just think normally abt these things

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justrandomselfships · 8 months

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I recently got a new job so sorry but it will take a little bit longer for me to do art for moots...

#once i get my license it'll be easier #cuz instead of traveling 1h via public transport I'll travel 30mins by car #ofc traffic is a bitch #but so is waiting 10-20mins for connections.#(by the time I get the license I should have something saved by then hah)#even tho I work minimal but I'm ✨ young ✨#so I don't pay tax yet at least...#anyways stay tuned!#moot tag

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matrinki · 2 years

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would u guys still love me if i moved blogs

#matritalks #i wouldnt probably even change my blog name #just something to minimize the traffic so to speak

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mercuriallily · 1 year

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I just acquired mint-condition jazz shoes for $10(!) and am gonna have fun painting stripes on them later tonight

#sasha speaks #ten dollars??? yes it's true #remind me never to drive up to waterloo ever again #it has to be the most confusing city I've ever tried to get to #every other city is just 'go straight boom you're there'#waterloo is 'take this exit for a different city then do a complete 180 turn and go left'#the fact that I got us there with minimal directions and no paper map shows how good I am at navigating #then it took three hours to drive home (traffic) (I hate the 401)#so I needed black shoes for rumple's song pieces #(yeah I know oasis keeps her white shoes for their song but I HATE that look)#and if I paint the stripes just right then they'll work for bomba and demeter too #(I plan to get cosplay for them at some point)

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helenwhiteart-blog · 2 months

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The importance of finding your place

Where we were living before…it looked fine, nice even, as long as you didn’t pay attention to the much increased volume and urgency of the traffic on the road, assuming you knew how it was before. Or to the way people no longer talked so much as they beeped horns or shouted abuse, waved arms, snapped or shrugged, as a means of communicating. Or to the conveyor-belt urgency of life where, once not…

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#articles #autism #empathy #environmnetal sensitivity #feeling too much #finding your place #health impact of living environment #Highly Sensitive Person #minimalism v maximialism #moving house #nervous system #neurodiversity #order and space for neurodiversity #traffic pollution and noise #using clutter as self-defence

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alexythimya · 4 months

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I finished my xmas shopping (thank god) by going to walmart at 7 am

#on weds starting mod morning everywhere was crowded and traffic was a nightmare #but 7am today was fine minimal crowds

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elizabeth-dicewielder · 9 months

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Blue Bayou by Linda Ronstadt but it's a lesbian living in the city who wants to go home to her girlfriend. Complete with traffic sounds :/

#minimal traffic sounds but still #messing around with the mic i have and other than the traffic i think the audio quality is pretty good #definitely best with headphones #i could never hope to do linda ronstadt justice but considering my voice has been pretty out of practice lately #i'm happy with how this turned out #linda ronstadt makes this song sound easy but it is a pretty wide vocal range tbh #anyway enough rambling #blue bayou #linda ronstadt #my voice

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crookedkingdom · 10 months

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it sure has been a week of weather

#id be more upset/worried about the flash flooding if it wasnt fucking up nascars plans #its been a disaster and i hope it means theyll think twice about doing it next year #bc shutting down roads and fucking up traffic for 2-3 weeks is not the move #esp in a city where i have to believe has a minimal nascar fanbase #nascar #text

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clairdelunelove · 4 months

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ghost who is a firm devotee of giving his pretty girl the "princess treatment" that she deserves

ghost who drops to his knees in order to tie your shoes. before the two of you leave the house he’s triple checking to see if your shoelaces are tied because of an incident that happened once. emphasis on once. the occurrence took place when you were running extremely late and couldn’t bother lacing up your laces before jogging out the door. thus causing you to trip (in the comedic slow motion fashion) while ghost scrambled to catch you before you keeled over. you didn’t think much of it since these things happen; you’re clumsy! and sometimes get your steps muddled together. so you shrugged it off. happily patted him on the back for steadying you and chirped, “thanks, si!” then breezed by him like nothing major happened. not ghost, though. this man was stressed. and if you have the habit of just slipping on your shoes without bothering to retie the laces– then please think again. will actively sit you down so he can personally tie your laces. “you’re driving me crazy here,” he’ll grunt out as his fingers expertly work to knot the shoe’s strings. places a big hand over your thigh and firmly squeezes it if you dangle your legs away from him since it makes the task more difficult. even if you’re both wandering the streets he’ll drop to his knees if you just so happen to mumble that your laces are beginning to become untied. “‘knew it was getting loose,” you mumble disappointingly as your lower lip juts out, “could feel it when we left the car.” he stops the flow of pedestrian traffic for you. pays no attention to the arrogant businessmen who curse him or the flock of students that rush past him. ghost could be wearing his last pair of clean trousers and he’d still scuff his knees to tend to you. it’s quite a sight, in actuality. such a large man like him hunching over just to tie your shoes. a genuine act of service that he’s adamant about. you can’t help but hungrily stare when you peer down at him because he’s dressed in a dark hoodie that emphasizes the breadth of his shoulders. how a man as mighty and tremendous as he is succumbs to softness when he’s with you. “let me tie it,” he beckons for you to step towards him with a quick wave of his hand, “stay still f’me, will ya?”

ghost who, without fail, kisses your hand before he leaves. doesn’t matter if it’s for a minimal task. you ask him to run and get some groceries for tomorrow’s dinner: he’s brushing his lips against your hand. or if he’s called into deployment: he’s taking an extra second to carry out his routine as a way of promising you that he’ll be careful. now, ghost isn’t an exceptionally verbal person. picking and finding the right words never worked in his favor. he stumbles, quite a bit, over verbally expressing his appreciation for you so he does this instead. can’t fathom excusing his downfall if it might hurt your feelings. if he walks out the door, you should 100% anticipate that he’ll press a kiss to the back of your hand and even if he is a punctual man, he can’t be bothered to rush if he hasn’t. will search the house for you (if you’re not seeing him out). and if he finds you, more often than not you’re experimenting with a recipe in the kitchen, he’ll voice, “c’mere, pup.” he melts inside when you instinctively turn to him. subconsciously invite him into your space. he’s reduced to putty when he gets a glimpse of you like this and it consumes all his willpower to push aside the urge to stay. you’re all wide-eyed and pretty just as he’s about to leave. a captivating glow surrounding you under the kitchen’s fluorescent light. “going out with the boys now, si?” you question while swiping a hand across your forehead, “tell them I said hello. I'll have to drop by to drop some desserts off to them–” your merry smile is interrupted by ghost edging towards you. he pinches his mask between his fingers to pull the fabric up, leisurely brings your hand closer to his face, and brushes his lips on your knuckles. he’s extraordinarily tender. unbeknownst to him your heart flips in your chest at his measured movements. “didn’t wanna go,” he grumbles while taking ahold of your hand in both of his, “fancied stayin’ with you f’tonight.”

ghost who doesn’t let you open car doors– or any doors in general– when he’s with you. it could be when you’re running errands and he self-invites decides to accompany you on your little shopping spree. at first you’re a tad bit confused, not entirely anticipating that he’d wish to join since browsing at the local stores wasn’t an idea he was rather fond of. he preferred to stay inside, catch up on some rest, or busy himself with household chores so you were puzzled by his change of heart. “you sure you wanna go, si? I’m just gonna see if they have anything new,” you sling your purse over your shoulder while throwing a glance in his direction, “it’s alright if you don’t want to.” it was a quiet day too. a time where ghost could escape the responsibilities of being a lieutenant and unwind. quite frankly, his comfort was yours and you made sure to soften your voice to convey that notion. ghost, who was seated and thumbing through a small novel, simply shrugs, “‘m not doin’ anything else important, sweetheart.” and the finality in his words causes you to agreeably hum. before you can open the front door, however, ghost hastens to grab the handle. his swiftness catches you off-guard but he only raises a brow if you question him about it. won’t be the last time either because his cool, calculated movements speed up when you try opening the car door for yourself too. “si,” you can’t help but giggle a bit at his briskness, “this is getting ridiculous.” simon patiently waits until you’re fully settled in the passenger seat before grunting, “how? barmy idea you’d think I’d let you touch a door.” thoughtfully adjusts your seatbelt too. then when the two of you arrive at a store he’s hustling to grab the front entrance’s handle. will always beat you to it; regardless of the circumstances. makes you feel all warm inside even if it’s such a simple gesture. and when he speaks his tone is frank, “won’t let my girl get her pretty hands dirty.” it’s common sense, in fact. your hands are too delicate, according to ghost’s reasoning, to hold such a grimy surface. you pass by him with a sweet smile on your face, voicing your appreciation while he just opens it wider for you– falling under your spell once more.

#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #simon ghost riley imagine #simon riley #ghost cod #ghost x y/n #ghost x you

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waldau · 1 month

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hand in mine — lee seokmin | 1,550 words | fluff

slightly inspired by my friend and their partner, i didn't know it was possible for two people to be so in love :') here's just...dk being sappy. sappy dk.

gender neutral reader. warnings: bonus pov?

dokyeom swears you're like a portable human charger.

when he's away, whether it's because he's still in practice or because he's on tour or even when he's at his parents' place, a single phone call from you is enough to lift his spirits to get him through the rest of the day. weekends spent at each other's places together are almost enough to convince him to just become an apartment hermit.

it's been true for ages — and it's true again, tonight.

or it will be, if you'll stop talking to one kim mingyu.

dokyeom's getting antsier the longer you stand there talking to mingyu, nodding along to something he's telling you. can't it wait till tomorrow? doesn't mingyu see he's in dire need of recharging?

now he knows mingyu's not telepathic, but somehow the younger man realizes dokyeom's staring at the two of you, so he finishes whatever he's saying with a nod towards where dokyeom's sitting. you follow his gaze and smile when you see dokyeom, who swears his heart melts a little, right there.

but then you stop to greet joshua, chatting with him for a minute (a whole minute, in this economy?) before you're standing right next to dokyeom.

he stretches his arms out to you. you bend down, letting him wrap himself around you the best he can. it's good, but it's not enough. he lets go only to tug at your hand. "sit down."

you look around. "there's no place, kyeomie. i don't mind standing."

he frowns at you. "i mind. you can sit in my lap."

you give him a look. "in front of your friends? i'd rather not."

dokyeom pouts. "they're your friends, too."

"of course i know that, baby. but they don't ever stop teasing us, do they?"

"ugh. they'll make fun of me, not you. please?"

you run a hand through his hair. "i don't want them to make fun of you, either."

he huffs. "fine. c'mere," he mumbles, scooting to give you some more space. you go willingly this time, settling yourself into the minimal space next to him. it's not easy when there's already thirteen of them in a room, but he manages to nudge chan away to give you some more space.

"hi," you whisper, letting him throw his hand around your shoulder to pull you closer. "missed you today."

dokyeom pulls back to look at you. he feels almost shy to have all your attention on him, silly as it sounds. "just today?" he asks, grinning when you roll your eyes. "you got here safely?"

you nod, leaning up to press a kiss to his nose. "perfectly. there was way lesser traffic than i expected."

"good."

you snuggle into dokyeom's side, stretching your legs out next to his. this is always his favourite place to be — because he can have your words be all for his ears only.

but then he frowns when he sees your outfit — a shirt and a pair of shorts. he takes off his jacket and drapes it across your legs despite your protests.

"you should've worn something warmer," he frowns. you're never good with the cold, and you're not going to be comfortable with the way more than half the members need the air conditioning to be switched on at all times.

"i was almost ready to go to bed, kyeomie," you explain, adjusting the jacket on yourself nonetheless. "i wouldn't be here if shua didn't call me. thank you, though. how was your day?"

dokyeom sighs. he doesn't want to talk about his day when he's been living through it for the entirety of...well, the day, but he has to say something for you. "not...the best," he concedes, resting his head on your shoulder.

"do you want to go home soon?" you ask, your hand finding his, tracing random patterns on his skin. the tingles help ground him.

he shrugs. "i don't know."

it's true, as much as he hates it. he doesn't want to leave because it'll end up breaking up the party — it always so happens that the first person to leave is the catalyst for most others to start wrapping things up, unwittingly. he doesn't want to be a party pooper, but at the same time, he's had a long day. it's like he's been aware of every single second he's been awake, and it's exhausting.

"okay," you say simply. "let's stay for a while more. it's not like we're in a rush. and i know how hard you worked today."

dokyeom closes his eyes at that. he knows he's done well, today being one of those days where he's genuinely looking for the end, but hearing it from you makes it much better. "yeah?"

"yeah," you affirm, hand rising to comb gently through his hair again, left open now that he's discarded his beanie. "i love you, kyeom. so much. it's still hard to put it into words sometimes."

he snuggles a bit more into you at that, slightly satisfied when seungkwan chucks a piece of popcorn at him from the bed, telling you both to stop being so cheesy. he feels even better when you throw it back at seungkwan, letting out a triumphant ha! when it hits him on the knee.

he loves you.

there's no bottom to that endless truth. he's somewhat loved you ever since he first saw you, drawn to the way your sense of humour was so close to his, and the somewhat turned into a definitely the more he got to know you.

dokyeom isn't half of anything — he's all of himself, lee seokmin, content with the way he is except for a few gripes here and there, but you complete him in a way he didn't know any person could.

he's not worried about you leaving him — there's no way either of you are letting that happen. it's more about not knowing who he is without you, now that your lives are so intertwined.

"stop," you mumble, your grip on his hair tightening slightly.

"stop what?"

"thinking. about whatever you are. i told you i love you and i'm not going anywhere."

the haze he's in almost clears a bit at that. "how did you— i didn't—"

"you always get so pensive when you're tired, did you know? i should record you some time. it's like there's a philosopher hidden inside you."

pensive? when he's tired?

"i love you normally," he blurts out, scared at the insinuation that he thinks about how much you mean to him only when he's vulnerable like this.

you're not saying anything back, though. you're just smiling at him.

"what," he asks, breaths a bit shallow.

"i know," you press, hand lifting his to show the ring that sits on his fourth finger. "i love you normally, too."

dokyeom lets out a chuckle. he still can't believe it's possible to love someone this much.

"now let me get you home and help you get some sleep, okay?" you ask, punctuating your question with a tug to his chin. "the others will understand."

as if you have to ask him. he'll go wherever you take him, no questions asked.

joshua can see the change in dokyeom's eyes the moment you walk into the room.

the conversation doesn't stop; mingyu and jun are still arguing about how mingyu should stop taking inspiration from jeonghan when it comes to board games and cheating. jeonghan has a proud smile on his face. wonwoo and minghao have zoned out entirely, too busy with their phones to acknowledge the little fight going on. the others are busy eating or ordering more food or arguing about which movie to watch next.

there's just one person missing from the chaos.

dokyeom's sitting on the floor under the window, entirely in his own world, constantly checking his phone and looking at the door, shutting his eyes for a minute before repeating his actions.

joshua would've poked fun at him if he didn't know how tired dokyeom already was today. a particularly tiring day, especially with a comeback practice they'd just gotten back from, and a going seventeen shoot in which dokyeom had been on the losing team. even though he doesn't like to show it, joshua knows dokyeom is somewhat upset over not winning.

but the moment you walk into the room, it's like a switch has been flipped. dokyeom sits up straighter, the neutral expression on his face morphing into a tired but real smile. he holds his hands out to you and pouts when you stop to greet all the other members first, shaking hands with them or giving them a quick side hug.

joshua pulls you close with ease. "thanks for making it here on such short notice."

"are you seriously thanking me for that?"

"i mean...he really needs to see you. today hasn't been his day."

you look over at your husband for a moment. "i could tell. his texts were pretty dry."

"right? now go get your lover boy. he's been moping all evening long."

you wrinkle your nose at the term, just like he expected you to, but you nod and make your way to dokyeom.

joshua turns away when dokyeom gives you a dopey, lovesick grin. he'll let the teasing go for tonight.

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cupcraft · 2 months

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Another thing. George, Wilbur, punz, dream, and abusers and their defenders in general weaponize their incompetence heavily.

Abusers often will say "they didn't know" what they were doing was abuse or nonconsenual. They will say "I thought they enjoyed it". They will say "well they never said no?" They will continually act incompetent. They will say "how was I supposed to know they were really drunk?" They will make it seem like consent is some sort of confusing puzzle thst is impossible to figure out. This is a partnof abuse, this is a part ofnthr gaslighting, this is how the abuser tries to minimize what they did so you do not side with their victim.

Consent is not difficult. Consent is not gray. Consent is a clear yes or no or other pre discussed and consented to boundaries and systems as is with bdsm/kink like with safewords/traffic light systems/etc that, again, are explicitly clear what is yes and what is no. Consent is not gray. Consent is not hard. When abusers try to be incompetent, they are trying to convince you that consent is hard to understand so you believe them. It Is not difficult. When someone is drinking or otherwise intoxicated it is simple to not have sex with them. It is not hard to know when someone cannot consent.

Also, on the topic of safewords, they are not a blanket freedom to hurt your partner. They are not consent to push them beyond their boundaries. They are not a goal post. They are supposed to be a way to keep things safe and consensual. Safewords do not warrant punishment or gaslighting that is not consent.

As abuse defenders come forward at this time. Think critically. Consent is not hard and ask yourself why they are making it seem like it is hard.

#tw sa #tw abuse #pls add on or rb

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