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feynavaley · 6 months
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My life is a comedy.
I'm on a business trip with my superior, so I've been spending a lot of time with her even outside of work hours. Today, during a casual conversation, I let slip that I have a huge crush on that other coworker I've written about in the past.
To be perfectly honest, I thought everyone knew by now. The women, at least. I've been doing my best to be subtle, of course, but I've been on the other side as well and I know -- hiding something like this is impossible. Even if you don't do anything in particular to make it obvious, there's the way your eyes literally shine when you look at that person, the adoring expression, how you blush and/or stutter when you interact... Every person is different in how they react to this, of course, but from the outside, you can tell when there's such a strong interest.
...except apparently, I've been doing a much better job at hiding my feelings that I thought for my superior was flabbergasted.
Her first reaction was a gasp, followed by, "You're jocking, right? You must be jocking!"
Feeling rather foolish at that point, but thinking I was too far in to back down, I assured her that no, unfortunately, I wasn't jocking. Nevertheless, I'm definitely able to keep up a professional relationship and pretend my feelings don't exist.
Turns out that wasn't what my superior was concerned about. Apparently, what everyone has been noticing and commenting about behind my back is that he is completely smitten with me. He has never explicitly denied when confronted about it, either, just veered the conversation to a different topic. Which -- is not a denial.
Not to mention, it would be completely understandable if he didn't want to make a move without knowing how I felt about it -- after all, I'm much younger than he is and he's also technically one of my superiors, even though I'm not directly under him. Being the sensible person he is, he is aware the situation would be quite uncomfortable for me if I didn't reciprocate his interest.
...but I do. And I can't believe this is happening, but it is. I don't know if this will turn into anything concrete, still... Wow. Moreover, my superior is absolutely thrilled about this and she said that as soon as we're back, she'll make sure he somehow gets the input he can make a move.
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want to start a fandom trend of Dramasonas where we all draw ourselves as super incompetant interns.
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evevoli · 11 months
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no but why is waffle the single most brainless-looking creature i have ever seen like
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you know it is taking every ounce of her strength to string two thoughts together. a single-celled organism. head full of nothing but air and love there is naught but white noise going on in there
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she is everything to me
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ttvck · 17 days
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fem noahcash scwibbles.goodnight...................
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tibli · 2 months
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people treating either dirk or jake as the 'villain' of the relationship fundamentally misunderstand that they were isolated teenagers with social issues who both contributed to the relationship's problems, and neither of them are evil
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needycatboy · 5 months
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anyone else drool at the thought of being taken apart?
having too much pride to let them know how deeply you need to be ruined. but of course, they know better than you do, don't they? they see how tense your shoulders sit, and they hear your breath hitch every time you kiss them. you so badly need to let your thoughts drain out through your holes, soaking through your underwear and making a mess of yourself.
maybe you're restrained or blindfolded. maybe you aren't. but you're twitching and whining because they're teasing you and touching you so leisurely. and they're cooing at you, like, "we've got all night darling. why are you thinking so hard about the time?" until you let yourself go a little more limp in their arms and just feel them play with you. the longer they touch you, the easier it is to get you close to the edge before they take it away again.
by the time they're done with you, you've been stuffed full and teased and sucked and hurt in the best ways. they've let you you suck them off, or they even fucked your face, and youre completely enthralled by them, broken in. you say anything for them to let you come. and maybe they give in, watching your body shake and your mouth gape as you try not to wake your neighbors (you're waking them anyway). or maybe they don't give in, and they clean you up and cuddle you and tell you that a good kitty waits as long as their owner wants them to wait. falling asleep, still wriggling a bit in their arms as you both relax after a long day. and you are ruined, like you're meant to be.
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raisans-art · 11 months
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For thoughtless Emmet Thursday but Ingo is here too and they’re serving cunt
Enjoy
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chocogi · 1 year
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Wherein the Creator is also known as the Holy Puppeteer, courtesy of the people she puppeteered around to see Teyvat in its glory.
Your hair stuck to the sides of your face. The trench coat you threw on to brave the snowy walk to the mall fluttered behind you, tattered and torn.
You were bleeding, you were tired, and you were running.
They shrieked and glared at you. Babbling about disrespect and Creator and death.
Hot tears slid off your cheeks and froze on the ground.
Your lungs burned; blood and soot decorated your clothes. The footsteps you left behind in the pristine snow of Dragonspine stood out with crimson charm.
Your blood stained the snow and laced it with gold. The snow foxes emerged from the icy corners and watched you flee.
You are alone.
Your skin is sickly pale and painful, golden strings erupted from your fingertips, grappling for anything that may save its master.
You play them around for your entertainment. You watch their stories play and do nothing. It is out of your hands, you didn’t know.
You didn’t know, you swear you didn’t know.
The strings thicken and wrap around you, hopelessly providing what little insulation it can to preserve your body heat. You’re getting desperate, the hot pain of the string and the stinging cold of the icy winds muddling your conscious. Everything’s a blur and you don’t know what’s happening anymore.
Why are you here?
The snow crunches under you as you fall, wrapped in a cold, golden cocoon of string. And suddenly, you cry out in relief.
Warmth spreads through you. You hug yourself and immediately flinch. It’s so warm, why is my skin so cold?
You distantly notice you stopped shivering.
The heat ramps up but your skin still feels freezing and soon you curl up and what is happening-
It’s too hot, why is it so hot-?
Your vision blurs; not that it matters, all you see is a wall of gold anyways. The heat feels like its boiling your blood and in response you try to rip off your clothes, push the pretty walls away, anything to balance out the sudden heat you’re feeling.
Black spots invade your sight and soon your wall of gold is a cold dark void.
Your body slowly stops moving as it puffs out your last breath.
A shimmery golden.. mass is not really what Albedo was expecting to see in the desolate land of Dragonspine, but here he is.
Even more surprising is the flora growing around and on it, uncaring of the freezing winds and the lack of soil.
If there’s no soil, there wouldn’t be enough nutrients for it to even bloom, right?
Maybe it’s another spectacle waiting for him to study.
Unsheathing his sword, he trims off the stray threads and cuts into the mass of suprisingly durable string.
The Cinnabar Spindle falls to the ground. Lifeless black, as cold as the snow around your carcass, bore dread into horrified teal.
Constellations littered your pale skin and the fading cosmos stay visible in your irises. If that wasn’t already a dead giveaway to who the body belonged to, the golden string from your fingertips is confirmation of your identity enough.
Without waiting another minute, he buries all the string, cuts it off and away from your fingers, picks you up, and bolts for his lab.
The rest of Teyvat who knew Albedo are left to question why Klee disappeared along with him, why neither of them can be found anywhere, and why Teyvat slowly caves in on itself.
They look to their statues of you only to be met with more puzzlement when they’re met with a cracked and curled statue, once smooth marble now jagged at the edges, and gold stripes from their anguished, stone eyes to the bottom of their cheeks.
The statue itself is surrounded by a puddle of molten gold and withered plants, the sight allowing the forming pit of despair in their guts to grow.
aka chocogi challenges themself on how to say you dont know anything about hypothermia without saying it directly
sorry lmao i was dead for some time
edit three people want a part two so have my brainrot
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nebelihood · 13 days
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HA RANDOM ART
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I did without using my brain for some reason
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uncanny-tranny · 7 months
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If you mess with somebody's mobility/life-preserving aid and all you got was yelled at by the disabled person in question, just know you got off easy. Fucking with somebody's aid can easily become a matter of life-or-death, so you have to understand why somebody would "lash out" about that.
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not-me-underc0ver · 3 months
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Peter being scared to touch any of his family for fear of hurting them with his spidey strength brain rot has taken over
Idk like maybe smth happens and peter accidentally hurts someone (not serious enough for the damage to be permanent or even a big deal for the person, but def serious enough for it to haunt peter) and no longer feels comfortable with "taking that risk" also known as trusting himself and his ability to hold back.
Or maybe it's not even someone..maybe it's just some object that he just unthinkingly crushes??? And then the 'omg what if-' thoughts creep in and suddenly he's spiraling and any time he even so much as thinks about it he just... freezes or smth idk
Bonus for irondad: tony just wants to know why peter is now only comfortable with touching him while he's in the armor.
Or: tony's iron man suit being the only thing keeping peter from going completely insane.
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kurozu501 · 7 months
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i keep thinking about melusine telling aurora "i wish i lived for myself. i wish i could be selfish because then i'd give you exactly what you want, id whisk you away to the outside world and keep you all for myself despite knowing living in that world would be a living hell that'd make you miserable. but i only live to please you. so i have to do whats best for you" as she's murdering aurora. so incredibly good.
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total-drama-brainrot · 3 months
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the thing about (the most prevalent) noah ships is that he's paired with exclusively powerful girlbosses and/or cringefail men.
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bonefall · 5 months
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whats your take on the “palebird not caring about talltail leaving” scene? i always thought it was WEIRD, like yes she was a little distant because she was blatantly depressed, but not to the point where she would straight up not care about her first son leaving potentially forever?? it feels like one of those scenes the writers put in to make the The Woman look bad so the Bad Dad isnt aaaasssss bad.
I feel like many of my problems with it come from the end of TR being a mess. It sets up a ton of plot threads and either goes somewhere strange with them or drops them completely.
Palebird's is one of the ones that just gets dropped.
On one hand, I'm glad that Palebird isn't demonized, but they don't seem to know what to do with her. She's cold towards Tallkit and increasingly short and snippy as he gets older, reacts in a way that's pointed out as aloof and uncaring when he leaves and when he comes back, and Talltail takes it like betrayal when she moves on with a new mate... and then they just don't really have a thesis for that.
In the end, Talltail never stops and teases out his feelings on her, they never show a conversation where some characters talk about why she acts that way, Tallkit's upbringing isn't contrasted with his halfsib's upbringings... their last talk is actually about Shrewclaw and the kits his wife's going to give birth to. Talltail's BULLY.
This book that shows an abusive father and a nasty little jackass redeems both of these boys, making a sharp 180 to say they Weren't So Bad, but has barely any interest in Palebird. When she gives Tallstar one of his 9 lives, it's laughably short;
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That's it. That's the resolution. She doesn't even act happy to see him return, they have a conversation about Talltail's bully, and then after she's dead he's like, "I'll never doubt she loves me ever again."
Like, ok? All right?? Did we just miss the falling action or did Ms. Hunter not feel like it that day?
In general I have so many feelings about Tallstar's Revenge... I can't say I HATE it because it is fun to read, and I like a lot of the things it lays down, but I can't LOVE it for how every step forward it feel like 2 steps back. And the differences in the narrative's sympathy towards Sandgorse (emotionally abusive and committing child endangerment because his son is disappointing him) vs his wife Palebird (completely unsupported while displaying a near textbook case of PPD) are like a tiny little microcosm of the problems in WC.
Sandgorse gets a whole journey dedicated towards finding out he was actually a hero who gave his life saving Sparrow, abuse forgotten, but Palebird... exists, and Talltail's mad she had new kids until he's suddenly not.
So in a nutshell, my take is that this soup is bland and watery. Look at all these complicated potential feelings they just cast out the window so they can talk about Shrewclaw the Bully and his Very Sad Death.
There's much better individual examples of how the narrative tends to treat their male and female characters (which is why I compare Sparkpelt and Crookedstar more than I compare Crookedstar and Palebird), but Palebird's a good place to talk about the pervasive disinterest that WC has in its girls. And how much of a waste it is.
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rivetgoth · 2 months
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The way soooo many self proclaimed leftists latched onto calling people “freaks” and variations as a broad and insidiously reductive catch-all insult to mean, like, anyone they obtusely consider Morally Repugnant ranging from “has an obscure fetish” or “discourse opinion I disagree with” to “actual rapist” is wild. Just saw a trans emo furry raver create an artpiece with the slogan “keep FREAKS out of PLUR” (which is a funny sentiment in and of itself) and I’m just like. Man. I regret to inform you that every single aspect of your identity that you are proudly proclaiming in your social media bio is pretty damn ubiquitously Freak Behavior.
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