#awkwardness and secondhand embarrassment

[grunklebongrip]

If you’re writing college age Fiddauthor and you get secondhand embarrassment, you’re doing it right

[dramas-vs-novels]

Gus isn't entirely oblivious to what Paint is doing, he just thinks Paint is an extreme people pleaser.

But also, dickweed, Paint's parents rarely let him be a kid. Give him his goddamn games back.

[thanatologie]

emmrich like: let's find the threads. discreetly.

i'm not sure your jingle jangle ass knows the meaning of the word.

[soars22]

I think it would be hilarious if tomorrow (or whenever Pac comes back) he and Fit go to whatever place Ramon has prepared for their talk and they’re sitting there and Fit’s stammering and right as he’s about to say how he feels the eyeball guys show up and attack them. I just think that would be a really brilliant interaction. Like:

Fit: so, I, uh-I… Pac, uh, there’s uh-I wanted to tell you that, uh, that I-

*eyeball guys appear*

Fit: Oh, goddamit! Can’t I have five minutes? Can’t I just have five fucking minutes to confess my undying love for my roommate? Jesus Christ!

Pac: …………

Pac: your wHaT

Fit: ….fuck……

[lupinescribbler]

I’ve been watching Leverage for the first time which has been… an experience.

My utter adoration of found family vs my complete intolerance for any type of second hand embarrassment have been at war for two seasons straight. I’ve rewatched interesting character moment scenes on repeat. I’ve had to stop in the middle of a scene because it was making me cringe too badly and come back to it months later. I will persist because it’s a damn good show and the characters have me in a chokehold, but it’s not making it easy for me.

[jimmyspades]

They finally did it… they sent him to horny jail

[coridallasmultipass]

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[sagegreensage]

A stranger: [tells a funny joke to me]

Me externally: [smiles and does that little puff of air out the nose]

Me internally: I FIND YOU FUNNY! YOU'RE FUNNIER THAN I LET ON!! I STRUGGLE WITH OUTWARD EXPRESSION, I'M SORRYYYYY!!!--

[peacefulemoyearnings]

I think I might like fanon!Bunga slightly more than canon!Bunga at this point. A big part of it is probably because I'm reading him as autistic-coded and I'm really affected by the secondhand embarrassment I get from him, esp in season 3. He's not a terrible character but he's not the best either. It seemed he was starting to show character development in season 2 and then they throw that all away in season 3. I'm currently trying to wrestle with accepting my autism at the moment, awkwardness and all. Maybe characters like Bunga can help me do that. I've always had a complicated relationship with characters I read as autistic-coded but I choose to believe characters like this exist for a reason. Maybe the Bravest is helping me be brave by confronting my awkward parts of myself and accepting them. He's a weird lil guy and I respect him for it. He might respect my own weirdness too. Kind of a rant, kind of an analysis post here.

[wandringaesthetic]

Duolingo Japanese coming for my ass

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"If you need to eat, Emily, you should eat."

It felt wrong for Randall to be the only one eating, especially now that he knew the truth about her diet-he could understand why she wouldn't want to eat (drink?) around him, of course, but nevertheless, it just felt wrong for him to have breakfast while she didn't. If he hadn't known about her vampirism, if he was still in the dark about it last night and this morning, he may have been able to play off her lack of eating as simply nerves or something like that, but now that he knew, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern for her.

Gratefully accepting the eggs and bacon and coffee, he took a seat at the kitchen table, his tone gentle, and yet firm, as he continued, "You told me last night that, despite everything that's happened...you're still you. And I believe that, and I don't think there's anything on this Earth that could change that, or the way that I feel about you, Emily. So, if you need to eat, please do. It doesn't frighten me."

He gave her a gentle smile as he said this, before taking a little sip of coffee-it would still be a touch jarring, to think of his beautiful, sweet, gentle angel drinking blood, he was sure, but he knew that was what she needed to do to live, and accepted that. She did what she had to do, and he didn't want her to hunger on his account, least of all when he himself got to eat. It would mean he'd have to leave sooner than later if she was going to eat-and he didn't want to leave, not so soon.

[keeps-ache]

ooo only so long now!!

[onyxbird]

Sometimes I have begun, but I stopped at a point where, e.g., I'm apprehensive about something I anticipate coming up next and I get "stuck" for a while. Gotta be in the right headspace to resume.

No no you don't understand! I want to watch this show/movie, read this book, listen to this podcast, etc.! But I must be in the right mindset and the exact head space to begin, or I just can't!

[angeltism]

if snap gives me One more notification of some boy my age making a weird ass face in his pic of himself with some weird caption like "add me ;)" I'm going to fucking lose it

[osaemu]

the hfm sequel was so good! i read your note before the story though- never feel pressured to write things you’re not passionate about! as the writer, you have every right to put your foot down and i would hope that people can respect that. i’d be thrilled with whatever you put out- especially if it’s something you feel happy about!

(ps: did he fuck our superior? seems that nobody is immune to that good gojo cock FDGSHG)

anon thank you sm for this, you're so sweet omg :,) honestly i think i write better when i'm actually interested in the plot anyways, so hopefully the inspiration comes back soon !! i miss writing consistently but idk i just can't ... even when i have time it's like i still can't for some reason </3 and yesss he did ☠️☠️ she and reader r both gonna be in a lottt of trouble once nanami finds out haha ...

[sh4nksslvt]

Doctor Trafalgar, Love Expert?

Law gives terrible love advice to Penguin while clearly ignoring his own painfully obvious crush on you.

Law X gn! reader | ONE SHOT tags: fluff, sfw, friends-to-lovers typeshi(?) law being timid a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe word count: 1.1k

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If there was one thing Trafalgar Law wasn’t qualified to do, it was give romantic advice.

Sure, he was a brilliant surgeon, a pirate captain, and had a smirk that could make a nun sin, but when it came to feelings—specifically his own—he was a flaming shipwreck in a storm of emotional denial.

And yet, here he was, arms crossed, giving unsolicited love advice to Penguin like he was the therapist from a soap opera.

“Just tell her she’s inefficient,” Law said with a straight face. “It’s a compliment.”

Bepo blinked up at him. “...Captain, I don’t think calling Penguin’s crush inefficient is going to help his chances.”

“You asked for honesty,” Law muttered, flipping through his medical journal like it was more interesting than this disaster in progress. “Efficiency is attractive.”

“To you, maybe!”

You, meanwhile, were watching this entire trainwreck from the galley door with a cup of tea and the kind of secondhand embarrassment that deserved its own trauma counseling.

“Law,” you called. “Did you just say ‘inefficient’ as a flirting tactic?”

He didn’t even look up. “It’s a practical compliment.”

You snorted. “What’s next? ‘Your presence improves my survival odds by 6.4%’?”

“…Depending on the environment, that’s a generous estimate.”

You and Bepo shared a look. A look that screamed, Why is this our captain?

The whole thing had started that morning when Penguin had walked into the common area in a flurry of nerves and confessed, “I think I like someone.”

Law, who’d been reading while pretending not to be listening to music in one earbud (yes, he still used wired ones, don’t ask), barely lifted his gaze. “Then tell them.”

Penguin shuffled. “It’s not that easy.”

“It’s the truth.”

“And what if they don’t like me back?”

Law gave the emotional equivalent of a shrug. “Then adapt. Rejection is survivable.”

Penguin groaned from the couch. “Cap, you can’t treat love like it’s battle tactics.”

“It’s a high-risk operation involving fragile variables and potential bloodshed. Sounds pretty accurate.”

Shachi nodded. “Okay, that’s fair, but also incredibly bleak.”

And that’s when Law was voluntold by everyone that if he was going to act like he knew how love worked, he had to give actual advice.

Hence: Doctor Trafalgar, Love Expert?

“Okay,” you said, taking the empty seat beside him and plucking the journal from his hands. “If you’re so good at giving advice, help me out.”

Law narrowed his eyes. “With what?”

“I think someone likes me,” you said casually, leaning back like you weren’t about to stir up the most delicious chaos. “But I can’t tell if they’re just awkward or trying to be subtle.”

His jaw tightened. “Who is it?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. That’s why I need your expert opinion.”

Law closed the journal and set it down very deliberately.

Everyone in the room went very still. Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi exchanged silent screams with their eyebrows.

“Well,” Law said coolly. “What are the signs?”

“Hmm,” you hummed. “They hover a lot. Make excuses to talk to me. Kind of avoid eye contact but also stare when they think I’m not looking.”

His eye twitched. “Stare?”

“Yeah. And once, they brought me extra rice even though I didn’t ask.”

Silence.

Law stood up. “That’s suspicious.”

“Oh?”

“Sounds like they’re trying too hard.”

“Ohhh?” you said, biting back a smile.

“They’re probably nervous. Emotionally constipated. Bad at expressing feelings.” He said all this like he wasn’t describing himself to an absurdly accurate degree. “Possibly repressed.”

“Should I confront them?”

“No,” he said quickly, a little too quickly. “Absolutely not.”

“Why not?”

“It might scare them away.”

“But if they like me…”

“Then wait for them to say something first.”

Bepo coughed. “So… basically just let them suffer in silence?”

“It builds character,” Law said.

You covered your mouth to hide your grin. “You’re such a romantic.”

Law’s ears turned pink. “Shut up.”

Later that day, Shachi cornered you near the engine room with a look of deep judgment.

“You’re torturing him.”

“I have no idea what you mean.”

He pointed a wrench at you. “You know he likes you.”

“Do I?”

“You’ve been fake-flirting with a ghost for the last week just to get him to react!”

You smirked. “It’s good cardio.”

Shachi groaned. “He’s gonna combust. I saw him look up love confession rituals on his snail phone last night.”

Your eyes widened. “No.”

“Yes! And he accidentally joined a forum for single dads in North Blue.”

You wheezed. “He’s going through it.”

“So help him out!”

“…Fine.”

The opportunity came the next morning when you walked into the kitchen and found Law staring at a mug of coffee like it had personally betrayed him.

He didn’t look up when you entered, just mumbled, “Morning.”

“Morning,” you said, walking over. “Sleep okay?”

He made a grunt of vague disapproval.

You sat beside him. “Thinking about your crush?”

He choked on his coffee.

“I mean,” you said, oh-so-innocently. “That mystery person you gave advice about.”

His eyes narrowed. “You’re very nosy.”

“You’re very obvious.”

He gave you a look. “I don’t have a crush.”

You tilted your head. “Are you sure? Because everyone on this ship seems to think you do.”

“Everyone on this ship is bored.”

“Bored enough to notice how you go quiet when I talk, how you walk into rooms I’m in and pretend it’s for unrelated reasons, or how you stare at my lips when I eat dessert?”

He went dead silent.

You leaned closer. “So. Doctor Trafalgar. Any prescriptions for yourself?”

“…Shut up,” he muttered, face flushed.

You blinked. “Wait. That was a confession.”

He got up.

You grabbed his wrist.

He froze.

“Hey,” you said, suddenly softer. “I like you too, dumbass.”

He blinked.

You reached into your pocket and pulled out a little red candy. “I was going to make you say it first, but you looked like you were about to diagnose yourself with heartbreak.”

He blinked again.

“…You like me?”

“God, yes. Even when you’re being a brick wall with nice tattoos.”

“…I have more than just tattoos,” he muttered.

You grinned. “Yeah, you’ve also got a charming inability to express affection. It’s cute.”

He shook his head. “You’re insufferable.”

“You’re blushing.”

“I’m leaving.”

“You’re still holding my hand.”

Pause.

He looked down.

He was.

“…Tch.”

You laughed and tugged him back down. “Stay.”

“…Fine.”

Later, Penguin came in to find the two of you sitting shoulder to shoulder, quietly sharing a plate of snacks.

“Captain?” Penguin said, tilting his head. “Did you take your own advice?”

Law didn’t look up. “No.”

You grinned. “He took mine.”