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irisxiel · 1 year
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I just realized that I'm touch starved.
Any advise?
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badbitchenergy420 · 1 year
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need some help
so sometimes i feel like im not enough or not pretty enough i would love someone to talk to for some advise
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0schmeat0 · 6 months
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Girl rant/vent 😔
Theres one of my guy friends who calls me "secretly pretty" (not too often, just sometimes) and it frustrates me endlessly. And I dont think he means any harm really, but it just bothers me so deeply, because like why "secretly"? Why is that? How come its not openly? Or just pretty?
It just troubles me to no end, like that he cant give a direct compliment to me.
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Yes it has been solong since I have stopped in... but I would really like ...
So...* I use my knees to move my soap box an inch; I collapse down sitting on it.*
I am at a cross roads... went to a specialist the handed me a hope... it might be a brassy, shiny, perfect hope... but my mind... says... most likely a fake, spit shined, retread of a hope.* lonesome single guitar of blues starts playing...* I Find myself unworthy of this... it's just another marked failure... but like all hopes it whispers enticing taunts...
Do I ask? Do I suit up? Is it worth it?
Help me, because gods... it's hard enough to sigh... let alone believe...
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Since moving, I’ve become more okay with being alone and doing stuff on my own. Then I downloaded tinder. Maybe I’m addicted to the attention? I met a guy who was wonderful and I instantly just wanted to be around him. I knew he was only in the area for business, but it was suppose to be at least a month. Then suddenly, I received a message expressing that he will no longer be in the area and they are sending a new person. This actually hurt. It was the first time I felt something with another person after my ex, but more closely to my first love. I cannot express the way he looked at me or treated me, it was as if I was the only one for him. I miss that feeling and thought I would never find that again.
Fast forward to modern times, I was hurt, but found inner peace in being alone again. My friend and I went bar hopping, and this is where I met this guy with gorgeous wavy hair. He was at the bar with his friend that literally smelled of maple syrup (non sugary kind, absolutely delicious). It turns out they were friends of the fiancé to the wedding I will be attending. They received invitations. I realized that this guy was strung up with whoever he was messaging via Snapchat, and instantly gave him a hard time about it. I guess you can say I was feisty, but in a flirtatious way. I ended up scoring his Snapchat. I honestly do not remember much of the conversation besides having a great banter. We then went our separate ways, as I Irish goodbye him.
The very next day, I was laying dead in my bed from a horrible hangover, when I received a message from the wavy hair dude. It started off with him telling me that he got stood up again. Then it switched gears to asking me over to watch a movie. I was going to decline, but I said yes. It was a really fun evening of Austin Powers and his giant puppy (Saint Bernard). We ended up having sex after the second movie. I spent the night. Then next day I had a field class, and it was horrible. I implied I wanted to go over afterward, and he invited me. We watched a movie, cuddled, vented, and had sex again.. twice.
Now, I’m unsure. I told him I do not want anything serious. And he seemed to be understanding. However, I did tell him I do want to know if he intends to have sex with anyone else to at least let me know. Now he’s chatting and seeing another girl, which we have a nickname for, and I can’t help to feel jealous. I know it’s just casual between him and I, but I honestly thought it could lasted longer. He’s still intends to see me, but I feel like the other woman. And somehow I feel incredibly unattractive. Like, what is wrong with me.
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Here’s a picture from the field class on one of the two lakes we sampled.
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sillycathorrors · 4 months
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doing one of these cause i think it would be funny !!
If this post gets 5k notes, ill finally completely cut ties with my toxic ‘friend’ who constantly victimises herself and is honestly the most infuriating person on the planet
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thevoidstaredback · 7 days
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How To Balance Your Daytime and Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have
Waking up to a clean apartment was not what Dick was expecting at all. It was a nice surprise, for sure, but it begged the question as to how long he was asleep for. His phone said that it was the same day, only two hours later, but that state of the apartment suggested it had been at least a day!
He poked his head into the room he'd given Danny to stay in. The kid had ignored the bed almost completely, it seemed, and curled up in the corner furthest from the door with the blanket and his bag. He closed the door softly as he left the room. He hated that Danny didn't feel safe enough to sleep on the bed, but he understood the need to have his back to a corner.
Dick took one look at the shopping list on the counter before opening his fridge. Immediately, he closed it again. The rancid stench of spoiled milk and other foodstuffs seeped into the open room, making Dick rush to open the windows. He added candles and Febreeze to the shopping list. With his pay, he should have more than enough to get everything written down, as well as some things for Danny.
Would Danny want to go to school? Or would he want to take online courses? What grade would he even be in? There was nothing about any of that in the cover story the kid had made up. Did he just not think about it, or had he deemed it unimportant? Either way, Dick would bring it up with him in a little bit. For now, shopping. The kid had done a hell of a job with cleaning up, so it was only natural that Dick would pull his weight in his own apartment.
Making sure to leave a note, Dick locked the door behind himself as he headed down, mentally adding fridge magnets to the shopping list, too.
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Stepping back into the apartment was like walking into someone else's home. The place looked no different than when he'd left earlier, but it was only just now settling that he now had someone to take care of. Dick was no longer alone in this apartment. He had someone to look out for, someone who was looking out for him.
And how pathetic was that? A child was having to take care of him. He's an adult! He should be able to take care of himself! But, here he is, hopeless. He hadn't even bothered to get off his ass and go shopping or clean up a little bit until a kid knocked on his door and spelled everything out for him in blue glitter pen.
Dick set down the six bags he was carrying on the counter. He completely emptied out the fridge and freezer, throwing it all away. It all had to go. The smell would linger for a little bit, but it wouldn't ever get that bad again, especially now that the stuff causing it was all gone. He quickly put everything away before picking up his phone.
He hadn't called the Manor in a while. Not since- not since Jason died...
He shook his head, scolding himself for letting irrational fear and anger get in the way of contacting the only family he had left, and called Wayne Manor.
After exactly two and a half rings, the line picked up. "Wayne Manor, Alfred Pennyworth speaking."
"Hey, Alfie," Dick knew he sounded pathetic.
There was..something on the other end that Dick couldn't quite pick up before Alfred spoke, formalities dropped and a smile in his voice. "Master Dick, how good to hear from you. It has been a while."
He leaned against the counter, sagging a bit. "Yeah, it has been. I'm sorry, Alfred, I just-"
"No need to apologize, Master Dick, I completely understand."
Did he? Maybe. "That's- Thank you, Alfred, really, but I didn't really call to apologize."
"Oh?" There was another sound in the background, a little closer to the phone, but not close or loud enough to be clearly picked up. "What seems to be the issue, then?"
"I, um," God, how was he going to explain this? "A kid showed up at my door, um, and offered to help me out? I-I couldn't say no to him, Alfe, but- I don't! I-I don't know how to take care of a kid!" The floodgates seemed to open with that as he sank to the floor, his back against the wall. "I can barely take care of myself, let alone a whole other person! But I can't put him back on the streets, Alfred, I just can't. And the things he's been telling me- He's not had an okay life, Alfred. I don't- I don't know what to do."
It was quiet for a moment before Alfred let out a small breath. "You, too?"
"Huh?"
THe question was ignored. "Take a deep breath for me, Master Dick." He did. "Good. This child, how old is he?"
"I don't know, about fourteen?"
A click of his tongue. "Taking care of a child is going to look different for everyone, especially if they've never had to care for anyone but themselves before. From what I understand, he has come to you for safety. He has nowhere else to go, yes?"
"Well, yeah, other than the streets, but I'm not sending him back out there-!"
"I'm not telling you to. If he came to you, he will leave of his own accord. It is your job to make sure he knows he can stay and that he is safe with you."
"I know that, but-"
"Do you have food in your house?"
"I- What? Yeah, I just got back from shopping."
"Good. Is your house clean?"
"Yeah, he, um, the kid cleaned up the place while I was asleep."
"Alright. Does he have a place to sleep?"
"Yeah, I gave him my spare room. What does this-?"
"Then the only thing left for you to do is to make sure he knows he's allowed to be comfortable there. Make sure he knows that it is a safe space for him and that he can stay as long as he likes. From the sounds of it, he intends to take care of you just as you intend to take care of him. Find a middle ground, set up some house rules, go at a pace that works for the both of you. You two will grow into a routine that fits for you in time. And it will take time. Bonds do not grow overnight, especially ones that are meant to last. It will be hard, but that is what makes it worth it."
Dick was quiet for a minute. Alfred let him gather his thoughts, not hanging up and simply waiting. Finally, "Thanks, Alfred."
"You are most welcome, Master Dick." The old man was smiling again. "Oh, aster Dick?"
"Yeah?"
"When you two are more comfortable, please come by the Manor."
Dick smiled, too. "I will. And I'll try to call more often."
"That's all I ask. Have a good day, Master Dick.
"Thanks, Alfred, you, too."
Part 5
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peeptro · 2 years
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Random thought but if someone advises you NOT to disclose a disability that will affect your work performance after you have ALREADY GOT THE JOB, do not listen to them! They are being ableist lmao
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To those of you feeling like all of your internet friends are screaming at you, you are not alone. It’s a bit of a clusterfuck right now, and the future looks very bleak considering the Supreme Court. It can be very easy to slip into despair. Don’t. While some people are trying to offer help, it can feel like your dashboard/feed/whatever is one huge trauma conga line. And it is. There’s a lot of people who don’t know what to do, so they’re reblogging everything that they feel is helpful all at once, while others are venting very legitimate frustrations and fears. But it can all be so very overwhelming being on the receiving end of it.
So do your best not to get overwhelmed. Step away. Take a break. Skip posts. I’m here to tell you, you can mute or unfollow people. You can set up filters. Do what you need to do in order to preserve your mental health so that you can function for the long haul.
Because it will be a long haul. A lot of posts are going to play up urgency. But take a minute, an hour, even a few days to shore up your mental health shields. You don’t have to do everything now. And it’s important to not get so overwhelmed that you end up doing nothing. Because doing nothing is what got us here.
Remember that some people have different responses to trauma. Some fight, some freeze, and some flee. All are valid and all need to do different things.
There are lots of resources if you are looking to fight... you don’t need a list from me. Your dash/feed is probably full of helpful lists. And there’s always googling if for some miraculous reason it isn’t.
If you are frozen, step away for today. The problem will still exist tomorrow. If you feel stuck tomorrow and don’t know what to do, make a list of 3-10 options suggested by all of the reblogs/retweets/etc. and assign them a number. Then go to Random.org and randomize what ONE thing you will do. If you really hate it, you know that isn’t a viable option for you. Keep doing that until you find ONE thing that you can do.
If you need to flee, flee. Take the time you need to get your bearings. Then, when you feel safer, find ONE thing to do that you feel safe doing.
This is a battle that is going to be won in inches. And I’m going to tell you that if all of your troops are suffering from mental burnout/despair, then the other side will continue to win.
And that’s the last thing we want or need.
Okay... TL:DR over
Have a picture of Goose looking cute:
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wollstonecrafted · 8 months
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favorite genre of character…. absolutely delicious trope…
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yanaleese · 2 months
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Hello, I am from Gaza, due to the shortage of medicine in Gaza, my mother who is a type 1 diabetic and was supposed to undergo urgent eye surgery, has not been able to get insulin or any medical care for the past three months. . Some members of my family fled to the southernmost part of Gaza (Rafah) in tents. But my parents and sisters have nowhere else to stay. They are forced to stay in the Nuseirat refugee camp, which has been bombed since the beginning of Christmas. "I am on my knees asking for your donations. Please help me. where you can.
Goal: $700
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Once again, shout out to kyra45 for doing God's work. Thank you for doing what you're doing.
And @yanteetle (🥰🥰🥰) , apologies for @ing you, but since you're spreading Palestinian content I'm asking you and your followers to be on the lookout.
From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free!!! 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸
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buddiesmutslut · 3 months
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LISTEN. If we get a bisexual!Buck arc, I will ACTUALLY LITERALLY CRY, I’m already emotional just thinking about it, it will literally bring me so much joy
BUT
I don’t want it at the expense of an Eddie coming out arc…
Bc listen, I read a post talking abt how the writers probably won’t give both of them a really flushed out Queer Realization Arc bc it would be redundant, which like, okay sure, yes, I can see why you wouldn’t want to have two main, male characters going through the exact same thing, so sure, whatever, BUT -
I feel like, out of Buddie, Eddie is going to be the one that really struggles with coming to terms with his sexuality.
Eddie, who had to be The Man Of The House at 10 years old. Eddie, who grew up in the Deep South. Eddie, whose family is Catholic. Eddie, who already had a strained relationship with his judgmental parents. Eddie, who had a WIFE. Eddie, who says that what he had with Shannon was magic & compares every relationship he had to her. Eddie, who was in the military, which is infamous for DADT. Eddie, whose aunt constantly pushes him at random women because he needs to not be alone. Eddie, who canonically suffers from comp-het, saying that dating women feels like putting on a performance, not that he understands why. Eddie, who dated Ana & was planning on staying with her, even though he was unhappy, for his son.
I think Buck would be way chiller with realizing he’s queer - if he doesn’t already know, which is my fav head-cannon - & I feel like he wouldn’t struggle as much bc it’s Eddie, & Eddie is his best friend, and gender wouldn’t play as big a part for him as I think it would for Eddie.
I would love for them both to have an arc where they worked through their expectations when it comes to relationships & realize that they’re queer, but idk man, I feel like Eddie is going to be the one to really struggle & he deserves to really have that flushed out.
Idk, I’ve been thinking about this ever since I saw that post & nobody I know watches 9-1-1 😭
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adragonsfriend · 1 month
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Dooku *about to commit fully to the dark side*: If I become a Sith Lord and start a war, that war will (somehow) cause the Jedi and the galaxy to change for the better. By showing them their complacence!!!
Random school guidance councilor Dooku just kidnapped: …have you ever considered writing fiction?
Dooku *eyes literally flickering between brown and gold*: what
Guidance councillor: welll, uhh, it just sounds like what you’re really interested in is putting people in situations where they gotta make decisions , you know? And writing is a way we can do that without anyone getting hurt.
Dooku: tell me more of this ‘fiction writing’ you speak of
Sidious, somewhere: I sense a disturbance in the force
Yoda, much later, reading Dooku’s latest high fantasy novel (clearly allegorical to that time he almost became a Sith): an idiot, my padawan is. But a good idiot. Proud of him, I am
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jeeyuns · 6 months
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🎧 Me & You Together Song by The 1975
requested by THE @spagheddiediaz
And there's been no way for me to say That I felt a certain way in stages, oh I think the story needs more pages, 'cause I've been in love with her for ages (And ages) and ages
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fishareglorious · 5 months
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Do you think Madam Z and Katz ever explored each other’s bodies
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