#• limi's post•

[lesbicastagna]

by the way. june (first ever yaoi magazine) 1988 number with keiko takemiya cover and devilman ova ad on the back.

credit of the pics @ Ioglady on twitter. tried to find scans from mandarake or similars but, as is often the case with old magazines, didn't have any luck.

[minisculecakes]

KaKoNeiRo doodle page

I’ve posted the doodles of Limi before but never the whole page, so

[banyanas]

[siglai]

you guys will never fucking guess what happened

[gloxk]

“Mary Jane.”

Gojo satoru ~

Summary: Your best friend was a snake. She slept with your boyfriend at a party. Everything shattered when you saw them. Your heart broke, leaving you with hatered and resentment. But two can play that game. Didn't she know? Karma’s a bitch.

W/C : 2k+. READING TIME: 10 minutes.

Setting: Modern Au, Reader is in their 20’s.

Song inspo:The best I ever had (Limi)/ Birthday S*X (Jeremih)/Drunk in love (The weekends version)/What you need(the weekend.)

A/N: Happy kinktober. It’s been a minute. (I've returned just for this years kinktober) idk i’ve just been busy fr. I haven’t been writing at all 😭. But I was on tik tok right, and i saw this lil video abt a story. So yall know those reddit stories? Bro this story was fucking outrageous, i tell ya. So boom bro got cheated on by his gf and she slept w his best friend. I was like damnnnnn 💀 ain’t no way. So bro turned around n fcked his ex best friends sister. The crazy thing is HE RECORDED IT. AND HE SENT IT TO BRO. I got carried away w this one. (I was high asf.) But anyway please enjoy! My grammar might be fucked up i didn’t feel like prof reading. Mdni/ageless blogs you will be blocked. 17+.

Warnings: F/M relations,Jealousy, angst if you squint, friend dumping, lewd behavior, DRUGS & alcohol. (mary J) mentions of Ex, BJ’s, Male receiving, unprotected sex (I got a little nasty w this one)

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You sat there disappointed in your dry phone. It was like looking at a blank screen. The night was cold, dark, and quiet. Everything was different now that you cut off your toxic-ass best friend. Deleting all the pictures and videos of you two. All the happiness and laughter y’all had shared just for it to be ruined in a few hours. The incident only happened a few days ago.

You decide to scroll through your alt account’s Instagram feed hoping to see something interesting. Something interesting indeed popped up. A little green circle around your ex-best friend’s profile picture. “Curiosity killed the cat ya’know?”, It surely killed you as soon as you clicked it. She was with your Ex. Your face scrunched in disbelief. You couldn’t help but muster up a pitiful laugh. What was going through her goddamn mind? Did she know the alt belong to you? Was the random pinterest boy profile picture not convincing enough? You nearly tossed your phone to the ground you felt tears bubbling up in your eyes. You remember the whole thing like it was yesterday. The horrible things you said to each other. But one thing she said in particular stuck in your head. “You aren’t even together anymore! Why the fuck do you care Y/n?”, Those were the last words she said to you, the last words you needed to hear to leave her alone. It hurt you so much, the girl you known from middle school betrayed you.

It was late maybe around 11 pm. Your mind was filled with anger. You couldn’t stop thinking about it. You told her everything and she did the same. You two grew up together. When you introduced your boyfriend and best friend they hit it off. They were so cool with each other that it seemed like a dream come true. Having your best friend actually like your boyfriend was extremely rare to come by. Your dream came short-lived after you found them fucking in a bathroom at a party. It hurt so fucking bad. You clenched your shirt trying not to cry. That night broke you, you lost everything in 4 hours. All it took was a couple of shots and one blunt to have your whole world crash. In a fit of rage, you decided to go through her entire Instagram feed. Scrolling through every single post. In a recent post from earlier today, you saw a dump of her stepbrother. All of the pictures were silly, cute pictures of him. You couldn’t lie, he was fine as fuck. You saw her stepbrother a couple of times when y'all were younger, but god did puberty hit him good. He was tall and muscular with a sharp jawline. He has white hair and beautiful ocean-colored eyes. He had a couple of arm tattoos as well. You sat there trying to remember his name. You looked over the caption trying to find something leading to him, the caption read: “HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY @satoruxgxjo! I hope 19 treats you good lil, bro :).” That was his name! You finally remembered him. Satoru gojo, it was definitely moan-able. You DM’D him almost immediately.

(Y/n): “Hey! I saw your birthday was earlier and I wanted to wish you a happy 19th birthday!” You didn’t know what you expected him to say back to that. You didn’t know if you wanted him to immediately block you or text you back. Maybe if he blocked you would be able to move on and heal. But all you wanted was revenge. After two minutes you got a notification from Instagram. (satoruxgxjo): “Yo, I appreciate it. it’s been a minute. How have you been?” A smug smile arose on your face. You instantly texted him back. (Y/n): “I’ve been amazing. Recently I had just got some za from a friend and since it’s your birthday maybe we can roll up?” You watch as your text goes from Sent to Seen. Your heart immediately went faster.(satoruxgxjo): “Lmao? That was quick but sure. I don’t mind. Addy?” Your face was sinister. If he could see your face right here probably think twice about his current decision. You sent him your location, (Y/n): “I mean it’s not like we don’t know each other Saturo, just pull up :) We can catch up!”, You were so happy that this was gonna work out perfectly. (satoruxgxjo): “Who is Saturo? It’s Satoru* n I’m otw.” That happiness quickly faded into embarrassment. How could you forget his name already? You repeated it 10x to remember it, while repeating his name you quickly got up and rushed upstairs.

You dressed yourself in a loose shirt that hung off your shoulders, your chest was the only thing holding it up. Underneath you made sure to treat your guests to an easy reveal no bra and pink Victoria's Secret lace panties. Your hair was messy letting little strands of hair frame your face. You rushed downstairs to set everything up, you grabbed an open bottle of Hennessy and accompanied it with a jar of bud including a pack of Raw’s. Everything was set for the most part. You dimmed the lights and played some sensual music. You turned your TV on to some random Netflix show to make it seem casual. You soon turned your attention to the door as the doorbell rang. A wicked smile placed on your face, your hips swaying to the music. You opened the door and smiled at your victim—I mean visitor. “Heyy~.” Your voice filled with a welcoming tone. Luring him in like a fisherman. “Hey, Y/n.” He had a basic white shirt on, and his muscular body filled it out nicely. His lower half was hidden behind grey sweatpants, He had on white cross that were no longer white. His tall frame continued to tower over you. He sounded so nonchalant, but his blue eyes told a different story. He couldn’t stop looking at your bare shoulders. “Come in hun.” You moved out of his way and motioned him to the couch. The table caught his attention immediately. You made your way to the kitchen swaying to the beat of the music. “Henny? Whatcha got this for?” He picked up the bottle with an eager smile. “Why else Satoru?” You winked at him. Watching him open the bottle and pour himself a shot. “Well, Hopefully, it’s not for little ole me. God, you wouldn’t make such a silly mistake and give an underage boy Hennessy? Right?” He asked mocking you. A smug expression on his face. You couldn’t wait to wipe it off. “Oh of course not! I would never do such a disgraceful thing. But..I won’t tell if you won’t.” He threw his head back and he gulped down the shot of liquor. The burning sensation only made him crave it more. “You know I don’t kiss and tell.” He chuckled as he watched you sit down on the couch. He soon followed you and plopped down beside you. “You ever rolled before?” You looked at him as you picked up the grinder. “Nah, I’m more of a pipe or hookah person. Ya’know?” You giggled at him. He was falling into your trap without even knowing. “Lemme show you how to roll then.”. You took him through the basic steps. Letting your hands guide his. After a few attempts, he was able to get a good enough roll for a beginner. “And now ya gotta lick it.” You bent over his lap using his muscular arm to hold yourself up. You dragged your tongue over the paper making sure to seal it. You took the joint from him and began to light it. His eyes watched you dangerously. After a couple of pulls, you handed it back over to him. He pulled a heavy hit making him cough. You poured another shot for the both of you. Handing him a glass of liquor. “Oh? Is that for me? How kind.” Your hand sat between his thighs. “Of course.” He took the glass and knocked it back, and you followed his lead.

You weren’t slightly drunk nor were you high. But you couldn’t say the same for Satoru. He almost finished your bottle of Hennessy. His head was between your neck and shoulder. He was mumbling incoherent nonsense, you didn’t particularly care what he was babbling about. He was lying between your legs using your chest to keep him propped up. His hands rubbing your thigh, “Mm..please.” He mumbled desperately. “I told you not to drink too much Gojo. Now look at you.” You laughed as you rubbed his head. “.. I know. m’ sorry. Please y/n. Please.” You were confused you didn’t know what he was asking for to be quite frank. “You should get an Uber to take you home.” You nudged him to get off of you. He didn’t budge at all. His eyes looked up at you pleading with you. “I don’t wanna go. I wanna stay with you. lemme stay.” He was so whiny while he was drunk it was pissing you off. “Okay, you can stay.” He hummed softly in response. “upstairs?” You whispered in his ear, he nodded his head. You moved off the couch pulling him off with you. You walked him up the stairs to your bedroom. He was stumbling up the stairs you had to hold him up. Making it to your room in one piece was the hardest part. Opening the door his hands never left your body, If anything they became more needy. His fingers roamed around your back as he began to tug at your shirt.

You grabbed his hands telling him to stop. “I don’t know...if we should do this...I’m sure your sister wouldn’t like this.” You smiled as you pushed him on the bed. Of course, she wouldn’t like her brother sleeping with her ex-best friend. But that made it more exhilarating. Satoru groaned at your words. Bringing up what you and his sister had going on at a time like this was a low blow. “Don’t fuck with me Y/n. You’ve been touching me all night. Saying little shit to me. I’m ready now, and you’re gonna act like this?” You heard the frustration in his voice, looking down at his gray sweats pants you saw what else was frustrated. You laughed at him. “Oh look who’s mad at me. I’m just trying to respect you and your sister's relationship.” Your hands go under his shirt and rub his abs. He laughed as his arm covered his face. “Ah, so I understand why she called you a conniving bitch now.” Your smug face was quickly wiped with confusion. “Oh…Yeah? She gonna think I’m more than conniving after this.” You grabbed him by his hair pulling him closer. Your lips clashed against his, you could taste the intoxication on his tongue. The kiss became sloppy fairly quickly. His hands continued to roam over your back. He followed your lead not allowing your mouth to leave his. He yanked at your shirt, he wanted to pull it off of you. Sitting on his lap, you took off your shirt and tossed it to the side. His hands went up to cup your breasts. His fingers ran over your hardened nipples, his expression was darkened with lust. “So fckin pretty.” He sat up leaving kisses on your neck and chest. You assisted him in taking off his shirt and tossed it over to yours. Leaving kisses on his neck and slowly moving downward to his chest. Taking your precious time with him. He was so impatient, whining if you didn’t kiss him. You used your finger to trace his v-line teasing him enough to push him. You got up and slowly removed his sweatpants leaving him in his tight boxers. Licking your lips at the sight, it was a delectable sight indeed. Tracing the bulging print through his Ethikas. “Oh my god…” You stuttered in disbelief, this man was packing. Satoru felt you tugging his boxers, he lifted his hips and allowed you to yank them off of him. The cold air hit him drawing out a long sigh. Those blue eyes watching you with a dangerous glint, those eyes screaming out for you. “don’t play with me Y/n.” He whispered, almost as if he was begging you to make him feel something. You seated yourself between his thighs, looking at him with awe. Your hands running up and down his hardened dick. You gave him kitten licks on his tip, licking away any pre-cum. He growled at the teasing, “C'mon.” his hand caressingyour cheeks. You smiled as you quickly put your mouth around the tip and bobbed your head up and down.

His tip hits the back of your throat every time. Satoru’s hand pushed your head down so he could feel you deep-throat him, “Fuuucckk, just like that.” You pulled your head back with an angry expression. “Nobody likes a head pusher.”, You glared at him. “Nobody likes a fucking teaser.” He mumbled. You laughed at his audacity as if he was the one in control. You slipped off your underwear and climbed on top of him. Letting him slide in slowly, inch by inch. You threw your head backward, rolling your neck. Low moans escaped your mouth as you felt his hips grinning against yours. “Go faster.” His tone completely shifted from whiny and desperate to frustration. He wanted more, He needed more. It wasn’t enough for him. You looked so pretty going up and down on him. His eyes watched your body lift itself off of him and right back down. Your nails dug holes in his chest, “That fuckin’ hurts Y/n.” He gave you a sadistic smile as he dug his nails into your hips. You shrieked in pain. You could quite literally feel his nails penetrate your skin. That didn’t stop you though, you couldn’t care less about anything other than cumming. Your mind became foggy and filled with a certain haze. “Mm. Keep going. Dnt stop.”, Those words left Satoru’s mouth, his thrusts were sloppy and no longer had rhythm. His fingers found their way to your clit and played with you to make sure you came before him. Your moans filled the room as you were so close. You stopped as you finally reached the bliss you been begging for, panting heavily trying to regain the breath you once had. The feeling of warm liquid filling you was a slap in the face. You soon realized you didn’t use protection. You looked down at Satoru whose eyes were closed with a smile of his face. “Oops, m’sorry i’ll get you a Plan B in the morning.” His hand gripped your ass while you sat there in disbelief. How could you fuck up this bad? You smiled as you seen him cover his face once again, “Don’t worry about it. I have some in the bathroom.”. You got off of him and made your way to the bathroom.

When you came back you saw sleeping Satoru, under your sheets wrapped around your blanket. It was a cute sight to see him so vulnerable, you were about to fuck up his life. You crawled into bed next to him, cuddling him. He turned around and placed his head between your breast, his arm wrapped around your lower back pulling you close. You took out your phone and took a couple of pictures. This bitch was gonna know “Fuck my man, I fuck your brother.”. You unblocked her number to send her a little treat. “When Satoru comes home tomorrow tell him I had a wonderful time. (3 attachments sent).”.

You turned off your phone and cuddled the sleeping boy, kissing his forehead and cheeks. “Mm, she's gonna fuck you up when you get home.” You whispered in his ear. His phone was soon blowing up, From his mom and sister. “I don't care, you don't know how long I've been waiting to fuck you.” He muttered under his breath. You laughed, He wasn’t going anywhere. Not just yet.

[subdee]

In a preliminary study, it looks like taking metformin (a diabetes drug) while you have COVID could decrease your risk of developing long COVID - maybe by half!

The blog post also has information about the current dominant COVID variant (it is endemic) and current numbers in the US (not good), as well as the current odds that if you get COVID, you will develop long COVID (shockingly high, in the double digits for the unvaccinated but still high - 7%! - for the vaccinated).

Anyway. Bad news but also some good news. The metformin mitigation is also even MORE effective among the unvaccinated people who are at most risk for getting long COVID so I hope the fact that this IS a cheap generic (and safe!!!) will convince them that this is not a Big Pharma plot and they should get this treatment, that's assuming the trial results hold up and they ID as having COVID in time.

[axolotluv]

(A stereotypical gameshow intro jingle plays as the lights turn on on a set with one host who's just some middle aged white guy you've never heard of and a curtain obscuring a small area. the host waves his cane sporadically in the air) Who's ready for our favorite game! GUESS. THAT. MUTUAL!!!!! That's right folks, today we have a special little tumblrite for your eyes. This mutual of yours has pestered you multiple times, has supported your other mutuals lunacy on several occasions, and most importantly, has 100 percented Moster Prom yet never talked about it online. You get ONE guess in order to see who we're talking about. Take all the time you need!

First thing to take into account is WHICH mutual would do this and then narrow it down based on the critera

Probably not Limi because Monster Prom feels like a red herring ALSO the fact that I don't think Limi has pestered me multiple times nor supported my mutuals lunacy on several occasions

Use of the word "tumblrite" probably not Elm

A lot of mutuals are eliminated because we don't interact enough

Now there's a few contenders left, some of which aren't technically mutuals but I still count them <3 love you guys

If you interact with a lot of my mutuals, you were 100% in the DCA fandom which already narrows it down

I know two people who were in the DCA fandom

Supported my other mutuals lunacy on several occasions?

I know two people who support people like crazy and are literally everywhere

100%ed Monster Prom yet never talked about it online?

I know two people who'd check my account enough to know I recently reblogged Monster Prom art who'd know to even bring that up

Now, there are only a few people who I've seen enough to count it as "pestering me multiple times" and out of those few people there are only two that remain in the fighting ring

BittySteam vs BoxOfCreamPuffs

Both of you have a strong game going, it's really REALLY difficult deciding which one of you it is

I think literally either of you could be this mysterious anon, and it's very difficult discerning which one of you it is

The more I think about this the harder it becomes

Both Bitty and Puffs would send an ask like this, both Bitty and Puffs support people like bananas, and both Bitty and Puffs haven't posted about 100%ing monster prom (I assume)

I wrote a whole 3 paragraphs on the word "pester" being used but then I realized literally both of you make fun of me and/or pop into my inbox threatening(?) violence(?), so I think that counts

DAAMMNN IITTT THIS IS DIFFICULT

Yknow what we're balling because I have genuinely been writing this for like 45 minutes

I'm guessing Bitty from bittysteam!!!!!!!!!!

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

like the dawn (you woke the world inside of me) (Janto fluff)

Janto. Post-Adam. Lyrics are from “Like the Dawn” by the Oh Hellos. Crossposted on ao3.

I was sleeping in the garden

When I saw you first

He'd put me deep,

Deep under so that he could work

And like the dawn

You broke the dark and my whole earth shook

The thing about memories is that they are fickle creatures. Most people think of them as solid, slowly eroded away by time but unable to be replaced, supplanted, switched out entirely.

Those people have not met creatures like the ones that Torchwood have. They have not met substances like Retcon, which can wipe away memories with targeted precision.

When Ianto wakes up with a head full of missing days and the feeling of lips against his forehead, he is familiar with Retcon. He knows the intimacies of memory destruction and recollection, the pressures that a few days of missing or displaced memories can cause to one's mind.

Around him are his teammates, all of them unconscious. Tosh’s head is cushioned by her arms, her face relaxed in sleep. Owen has his head conked back on his chair, face pointed to the ceiling with mouth slack open. Gwen is leaning sideways in her chair, head half-cushioned by her hand propped under her chin. Cups sit in front of all of them, empty of what seems like plain water- a suspicion confirmed by Ianto leaning forward and wafting the smell of the wet cups to his nose.

There’s just one missing from the circle- the team's erstwhile leader.

Ianto stands on wobbly legs. He doesn’t know why they’re all here, what could have led to this, but he has a rather good idea as to the how even if he doesn’t know the why.

If Ianto is passed out somewhere he doesn’t remember- then Retcon was likely involved. And if Jack is separate, if Jack is somewhere within the Hub, passed out just like them with his memories missing, then it was likely self-inflicted.

Ianto takes no resentment to the idea that Jack might have retconned them all. If Jack judged it necessary to not just the team but himself, then it would likely have been at least somewhat of a group decision. For things as large as this, that affect everyone so personally, Jack is likely to ask in ways that he wouldn't ask a civilian. Jack cares about the team as his family as much as he can.

Ianto makes his way up the stairs on weak but unsteady feet. Whatever happened while they were gone, it left them all passed out for awhile, which means he hasn't eaten or drank in awhile, so the looseness in his legs is to be expected.

At the top of the stairs, the door to Jack's office is closed but- as Ianto quickly finds- unlocked. Ianto nudges open the door and finds his suspicions met- Jack is passed out at his desk, a cup and a tablet in front of him, his coat draped not on the rack where Ianto keeps it but thrown over the back of the extra chair in the office.

Ianto pauses. Here he is: Captain Jack Harkness, second of his name, wearer of so many titles and so many years, face unlined in slumber.

Something in Ianto’s heart aches at the sight of Jack’s face so relaxed in sleep. It is a sight so rare as to be something treasured and encouraged.

Ianto shrugs off his own suit jacket and drapes it over Jack’s shoulders. Jack’s heavy lids flutter, his expression scrunching up in consternation. Ianto grimaces at the sight- he has an appreciation for Jack in all phases, but he has a particular affection for Jack at his most relaxed. When Jack is happy, when he is untroubled, Ianto is comforted. No man’s sorrow is worth Ianto’s tears, but Jack’s happiness is definitely worth Ianto’s contentment.

Jack’s head twists just enough to the side to glimpse Ianto’s profile, giving Ianto a glimpse of Jack’s baby blue eyes beneath the shadows of his lashes. His expression eases and something in Ianto’s heart melts to know that he has that kind of effect on Jack. There are few people that have ever called Ianto comforting, ever indicated he settled them- the list is pretty much limited to Lisa, Jack, and Tosh, and among that select group, Jack is a particularly unique case.

Ianto leans down and presses a gentle kiss to Jack’s forehead. “Get some rest, cariad,” he murmurs, the term of endearment slipping out as naturally as any other Welsh word might. It’s the first time he’s said it aloud to Jack, no matter how many times he's wished to use it.

Jack mumbles something incoherent under his breath and moves his head just enough to be considered a nod before letting his eyes fall shut, at ease in Ianto's presence in a way he likely wouldn't be in most others.

Now that Jack is taken care of, it’s time to think about what to do next. If Jack and the others are due to wake up soon- and Ianto has no indication that they won’t- then there’s no good reason why he can’t have some coffee ready to help them wake. In fact, there’s a decent argument as to why he should: he doesn’t want to deal with Owen’s complaints about a lack of coffee.

Ianto gives Jack’s sleeping form one final, fond smile before turning and exiting Jack’s office.

And like the dawn

You woke the world inside of me

You were the brightest shade

Of sun when I saw you

And you will surely be the death of me

But how could I have known?

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

did i fucking hit post limi

[twsted-idiot]

im at post limi . unconfirmed if jouno is alive 😕

FUXK ☹️☹️☹️ if he is. I BEEN TELLINF YALL SINCE IT HAPPENEDDDD 🙄🙄 (sobbed over it. In denial. Does anything to justify why he wasn't/isn't dead)

[lilac-multifandom-multishipper]

saysage iam at post limi . gooni 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

waugh….goonigbt thyla…🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

POST LIMI POST LIMIT FUCK FUCK FUCK I HIT POST LIMIT

skill issue /j

IN ALL SERIOUSNESS FEEL FREE TO SPAM ME WITH ASKS

[laurensliminalspace]

Question: How to communicate about moving slowly in the early stages of dating?

Someone on Reddit posted recently asking this:

Hey everyone,

I've noticed when using dating apps that most people seem to move pretty quickly, at least by my standards. For example, texting at least daily (often multiple times a day) and wanting to go on dates 2-3 times per week. To me, that feels like going from 0 to 100 and it makes me stressed out. It takes me quite a while to warm up to strangers and integrate new people into my life.

I would much rather slow down at the start, and go on a date once every week or two and maybe text a couple of times per week. I'd be happy to ramp that up to daily contact and more frequent dates, but I usually reach that point after 2-3 months or so - around the time when people usually define the relationship and go exclusive.

I'm just wondering, how do I communicate this respectfully to people, without making them feel like I'm playing games, keeping it casual or just not that keen? I'm wondering, is it better to tell people directly that this is my preference, or is that overkill?! I'm FA so I tend to get anxious and overthink everything.

Here is my response:

I very much relate to your predicament about feeling overwhelmed and stressed! I've found Thais Gibson's videos on the Personal Development School about guilt and Fearful-Avoidant attachment super relevant for this issue, so I'd highly recommend checking those out! I've come to realise that I often project my own emotions and over-empathise due to enmeshment trauma. 

It’s actually really important to stay centred and grounded in yourself and your own needs. People with a Fearful-Avoidant attachment style often lose touch with their own needs, boundaries and preferences while in the presence of others, so there is a need for more alone time and reflection to regulate.

My current approach is to communicate clearly, and be honest if you don’t have the bandwidth to text, call or meet up as often as they do. It’s wise to give some reassurance that it’s not personal, but you don’t have to reassure the person constantly. 

It can be anxiety inducing because we worry that the other person will lose interest or feel rejected, but unfortunately I think that's a risk that we have to embrace. We won't be compatible with everyone and we can't force it.

Not to mention many people actually find a little bit of unpredictability and distance can be exciting and increase desire in relationships - Esther Perel talks a lot about this! For some people, it can actually be a feature (in moderation), rather than a bug. However, in the early stages, people may just move on if they assume the other person is not genuinely interested in them, playing games, dating others, etc. So it’s good to establish some consistency and clarity in the early dating phase.

If you communicate tactfully about needing space and are fairly consistent, I don't think the right person would view it as a major problem or dealbreaker. I know in the past when I was in a more anxiously attached headspace, I didn't mind less frequent communication if it was relatively consistent and predictable - so I knew what to expect.

You could say something along the lines of the following, to put their mind at ease:

"Hey, I generally take things slow when I’m getting to know someone, I’ve found it healthier for me to carve out alone time and friend time too”

Or

"Hey, I don't text that much, but please don't take it as a sign of disinterest because I really am interested in continuing to see you"

That said, if the person seems continually insecure or upset about your boundaries and communication frequency, you may not be compatible. Constantly reassuring someone can be stressful, so if it’s feeling excessively draining, then maybe they aren’t a good fit for you. It doesn’t mean they are a bad person or too needy - it’s just a mismatch of needs.

People with an Anxious-Preoccupied attachment style may struggle with your limits, but it doesn’t make your boundaries or limits wrong or cruel. It’s important to focus on yourself rather than focusing too much on how other people feel, as ultimately it’s not sustainable to be constantly stressing about upsetting or disappointing others.

These are the Personal Development School videos I found most relevant:

How to Ask Your Partner for Space

How To Tell Your Anxious Partner You Need Space

How to Stop Feeling Guilty About Everything

[yoonia]

13, 14, 15?

13. favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

I don't know. I switch around a lot. I mostly create different playlists for each fic I write. Lately, Limi has been added into my playlist a lot, and I've been listening to B.I more frequently while I'm writing.

14. a fic you didn't expect to write

I have at least two of them that I can think of haha. I mean, I do have a bunch of unplanned one-shots written and posted this year, but the two that came completely out of nowhere was The (Im)perfect Ending and Overdrive. Both of them were unplanned, and I had to move around my writing schedules and wips because I was afraid that I'd lose the ideas for both stories if I didn't write them down right away. For TIE especially, there is quite a backstory behind that story haha. I didn't even decide to have Namjoon as the main character or to release it as a fanfiction work because I simply started writing it as a simple short story that I wrote for myself.

15. something you learned this year

I learned that sometimes it's better to stop and move on to the next whenever I find myself getting stuck somewhere. Oftentimes, I become really slow in finishing a fic because when I get stuck in the middle of it, I would force myself to get through it and finish it anyway. Sometimes it works, but other times, I'll end up not being happy with the fic I was writing and the outcome, and letting myself being stuck at that one point and wasting my time in it only hindered me when I could be finishing more fics instead. I switched around between a couple of fics last month and then this December when I got stuck in a fic commission and now I have a few mostly finished fics to share in the near future. I still haven't finished the fic that was planning to post this week, but I'm starting to feel like I'm getting somewhere now another thing to learn is not to push myself too hard when it comes to writing. as a perfectionist, I often forget that this is supposed to be a fun hobby, not something that would drain my energy, emotions, and time to work on that I neglect the things that truly matter (like, for example, sleep lol)

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