#based on real feelings

[sunofmoon]

Vertiginous

pairing: Neymar Jr. / Lionel Messi

notes: this is a fictional work and has no connection to reality. obviously, i have no intention of offending any of the names mentioned, this is just something that stuck in my mind tonight and i needed to get it out. i accept constructive criticism, but please be kind!

notes²: this text was proofread by this wonderful person @ispeakmorelanguagesthanyou, thank you for putting up with me and helping me with my stories, i adore you <3

It's ridiculous, Leo. It's ridiculous.

Only these words can explain what I feel right now, because it is simply ridiculous and unacceptable how quickly I fell in love with you.

You, Lionel Andrés Messi Cuccittini, have always been my idol. My hero. The guy who was my inspiration to be a better player. And, honestly, I wanted to be like you. But, I swear to you, Leo, I don't know at what point it all turned into this. I mean, when I met you, when we met for the first time and you held out your hand in greeting, I was happy as a small child getting his favorite toy. Not even the fact that Santos lost that day took away the taste of having seen up close what you were capable of doing.

But you know what the fuck the problem is, Leo? It's that I'm emotionally needy. I need touch, I need attention, I need words of comfort, and no matter how much you make me strong, put a smile on my face, play games with everyone around me, I'll always be like a Golden Retriever wagging its tail in search of its owner's affection. And this is my problem, which belongs to me, but when your big brown eyes stared at me, I knew immediately that I was lost. When nothing was falling into place, when my footbal seemed wrong, when I just wanted to run away and never come back, you, Lionel, supported me. You touched me firmly on the shoulder and told me that everything would be okay.

Do you understand, Leo? Do you understand the trouble I'm in?

You are a good person. You are kind. You are humble. You are understanding. You are the best friend a person can have in the world. You are the best son a mother and father could ever want. You transform everything you touch and make all things into something better, into something more beautiful. The sun shines brighter when you smile and the sky becomes clearer and cloudless. Even the stars seem to reflect light on you.

I wish I could protect you from all evil, Leo. I'd like to share the weight you carry on your back. I would love to hear how your day went. I would love to flirt with you and be the person who makes you feel a chill in your stomach. I wish that the reason for your smile was me, Leo.

You have become an addiction that I can't get rid of. I dream at night of you in my huge bed and when the day begins, I look forward to the moment I will see you. Your messages and words are my balm, they bring me an indescribable tranquility and I feel that I could spend hours, maybe even days, talking to you. Being far away, when I would really like to be close, is torture for me.

Could I hold you and never let go?

Could your heart beat faster when your eyes were on me?

Could you think of me the way I think of you?

Could I be the reason for your happiness?

No, you don't have to answer. This answer I know.

After all, your love belongs to her.

She is the one you want to be with.

It is because of her that you unlock your cell phone every few minutes looking for any notification that hints that she has texted you or called you.

She's the voice you want to hear.

She is the one you want to marry and share the rest of your life with.

She is your favorite.

You miss her.

And I am definitely not her.

All right, she beat me to it. It's a war I can't win and frankly, I don't want to. This is not a fair competition with anyone involved. But I would be lying if I didn't say that my heart burns, that my eyes don't fill with tears every time I think about how much I want you. I, who has always been a fan of the motto "let life take me," have caught myself trying to control this whirlwind of feelings, to jump into them until they turn to dust in order to get my peace back. So I do what I do best, I lose myself in other people in a futile attempt to forget you. To get you out of my thoughts.

And I fail.

In a humiliating way, by the way.

So once again I ask you, what do I do? What do I do to get you out of me? To forget you once and for all? So that I can look at you with the eyes of a friend and not a man in love?

I want you, Leo.

I am annoyingly and shamefully in love with you.

And this is truly absurd!

I have never liked someone as quickly as I liked you and although, I don't know you as well as Antonella or Kun, I have become attached to you through soccer. No words are needed between the two of us. Just the good old ball between our feet.

For that I apologize, Leo. I am not good with words, far from it. That's not my business, talking about emotions is complicated and I could only put on this sheet of paper what my chest allowed. There is still much more to be said. So much more to be put out there. I just can't do it right now. So all I can say is that I am sorry for being this selfish guy who is throwing an unexpected passion on your shoulders without your permission. It's not your fault, but it is my.

I think I love you, Leo.

But I don't want you to feel obligated to love me back.

You were not, are not, and never will be mine.

I understand and accept it.

Maybe someday courage will knock on my door and I will find the strength to show you this letter or simply tell you what has been in my chest since the day I met you. I am afraid that my feelings will scare you, that you walk away from me because you believe this is the best option for both of us, but I chose to hide it.

My love will go away at some point, I don't know the right day, time or date to tell you, however, while it doesn't go, I will keep this crazed passion in the shadows and continue to strive to be your good friend.

Because you deserve the best, Leo.

Forever.

Even if it's not me.

[me-beef]

@strangeravatar made a great point

i was gonna focus on the spike-hotboxing-celestia aspect but i got distracted somewhere along the way and i think i forgot what joke i was trying to make

but dont you think its interesting how many guards of the exact same color/body type she's managed to accrue?? i do

ooohh you want to go look at our stickers so bad

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Vanny cooked too hard with M.X.E.S,,

[squidthusiast]

Tfw your beautiful girlfriend explains all the Alien movies’ plots to you before she goes to bed.

[merrigel]

I want it back = I drag its dead weight forward

[binalakarchive]

the way you used to be

[saintaviator]

something something gman tommy something something gordon in stasis. you know how it is.

[sieluritari]

A lot of us with ADHD are familiar with the concept of time blindness, but for anyone who isn't: it's a neurological inability to have a consistent sense of the passage of time. If you put me in an empty room, gave me a button and told me to press it when I think it's been 15 minutes, I might press it after..... idk, anywhere between 3 minutes and 2 hours? And if we repeated it the next day the result would probably be wildly different!

But something I've only seen mentioned in one (1) Reddit post, which took some extensive digging to find, is the same effect extending to ALL things measured in numbers. Distance, weight, length, height, amount, space, volume, percentage... For me, small numbers are a bit easier, I could approximate a centimetre probably, but a metre would be much harder and 10 or 100 would likely miss the mark by a lot. Also, anything that can't be easily measured with a ruler or a measuring tape (like weight or volume) is even harder since I don't encounter reference points (like a 1kg hand weight) for those as frequently as I see visual representations of specific lengths.

It's not dyscalculia or anything like that, I'm decent at math (and the OP of the Reddit post was a math major) and I have no other difficulties with numbers, it's just a disconnect in translating real life experiences like sensory input into numbers (and possibly also inconsistent processing of sensory input? Like how the same sound volume is okay one day but hurts my ears the next?), which I think is basically the same thing as what happens with time blindness. For now I've been calling it "measurement blindness" since I've never seen a name for it anywhere, but maybe "quantity blindness" could also work?

I've talked to other people with time blindness to see if they experience this too, but so far none of them have known what I'm talking about. I'd really like to know how many of us are out there and if anyone knows literally anything actually scientific about this very inconvenient phenomenon!

Tl;dr: bc I am wordy:

It's like time blindness but for all things measured in numbers

Not dyscalculia or caused by it

Pretty much never seen it talked about anywhere

Please tell me if it sounds familiar and/or you know something about it, thank

[rystiel]

idk what we’re all calling the concept of fiddlestan working together but i’m calling my version the portal partners AU 🙏🏼

[luetta]

[takemetodragonstone]

sometimes a relationship with your father is like “my father is a malignant presence, a bully, and a liar” and “I’m better than you” and “let me out. I don’t want to be you” and “I just do what my dad tells me” and “I can see through you” and “why did you never ask me?” and “he sees everything” and “you have a hard time finding a happy medium between worshipping him and wanting to kill him” and “he loves me. he does. it’s just a wrong kind of love expression” and “fuck dad, he can kick me as many times as he wants” and “pass me the fucking shotgun” and “dad, please. /what have you got in your fucking hand?/ i don’t know, love?/ love? you come for me with love?” and “there’s nothing you could say to me now that I would ever believe” and “are you a cunt?” and “he never even liked me” and “I can’t forgive you … but it’s okay. I love you” and “it’s what dad would do” and “you hated him./ I loved him” and “maybe the poison drips through” and “he was so terrifying to us” and “when he let you in, when the sun shone … it was warm in the light” and most importantly, “he made me breathe funny”

[hinamie]

fire nation festival wear aka a blatant excuse for me to push atla clothing design conventions to the absolute Limit

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[amphibianaday]

day 1421

[whim-prone-pirate]

hey guys what do you do when you dream about a girl who doesn't exist. you meet her, she lives in your building, you and your other friend start to get to know her. your friend is kind of a dick, but that's just how he is. as you get closer with this girl, you start to convince yourself that you like her—you don't. you think she's gorgeous and you think you're supposed to fall in love with her, but you haven't. and in your efforts to love her, you do something that hurts her, your friend egging you on, trying to get you to go further, double down, and the girl pulls away from you. she doesn't look at you like she used to. she won't stand close to you and her new boundaries are clear—she needs you to keep your distance and you're not going to be able to fix this completely, not ever. and you understand that, and you're a kind person, so you are as respectful towards her as you know how. again, your friend is a dick about the whole thing, which doesn't make you feel better at all. maybe you shouldn't feel better. because you started it. you told yourself you were going to love her and you didn't and you did it wrong. and now that you've fucked it up for good, you feel yourself starting to look at her differently than you did before, just like she's doing now. but you're looking at her with shyness and gentleness and from six feet away, shrinking into yourself with a tiny glint of light in your eyes, while she stands stoic and tall, her eyebrows tensed and her mouth flat as you fumble your way through an attempt at aftermath-themed small talk, her responses short and clipped and knowing. she knows what's happened to you. she knows why you're looking at her like that. and she knows that you know that you lost your chance and you're not getting the same chance back and definitely not in the same way. and when she asks you for a small favor or wishes you well, you skip away, your voice soft and light and far too gentle, so fucking gentle, and you know that she hates you a little bit. and you know that now, only after, you love her a little bit. and then you wake up. what do you do then?

[puppyeared]

id fumble him so bad

[legobiwan]

Apropos of nothing, here's my personal headcanon in regards to Mario and Luigi's surname.

Now, it's been generally announced and accepted that the brothers' last name is "Mario," shackling them with the somewhat awkward full names of "Mario Mario" and "Luigi Mario." My take on this is that the family's original last name was "Marianetti" (likely coming from the more common "Marinetti"). This name was changed to "Marionetti" when the boys' grandmother came over from Italy. (A common occurrence in record keeping at immigration at the time. Someone probably had bad handwriting and smudged a pencil stroke somewhere. It happened in my family for sure).

In Brooklyn, their father went by the last name "Marionetti," which ended up shortened to just "Mario," as oftentimes he would be addressed by his surname only. (Think, "Hey, Mario! Get over here!" as opposed to "Hey, Marionetti! Get over here!")

So, the boys are born and get their names. (Their father's middle name was Mario, and so our Mario, being the oldest, inherits his father's middle name as his first name. Luigi's name maybe comes from the middle name of some uncle who is long out of the picture).

So we have "Mario Marionetti" and "Luigi Marionetti." Which, their surname being a mouthful, gets shortened to "Mario" more often than not, just like their father. And thus we end up with "Mario Mario" and "Luigi Mario," culminating in the "Mario Brothers."