#find someone

[arhitectul]

Find someone like this.

Find somebody who is willing to fix their mistakes when they are in the wrong.

Find someone who knows that date nights are mandatory.

Find someone who never punishes you for the mistakes made by the ones behind you.

Find someone who you have amazing chemistry with.

Find someone who is willing to graduate to a real lasting love with you.

Find someone who is willing to navigate the ship of life together.

Find someone who knows that not a single person on the face of this earth sits high enough to look down on anyone.

Find someone who doesn't make you fall for them without intending to catch you.

Find someone who would rather spend a Sunday morning with you, rather than a Saturday night.

Find somebody who's quick to put their ego aside, and are willing to listen and grow with you with every day that passes.

Find someone who chases you .... long after they already have you.

Find someone who will never let you fall asleep at night wondering if you still matter.

Find someone who makes a reservation at your favorite restaurant unannounced.

Find someone who has genuine intentions with you from the very beginning.

Take my advice and .... find someone real enough to treat you .... like they can never replace you.

~ Cody Bret

[classycookiexo]

[andastra802]

[theshadowrealmitself]

Been obsessing over Diana x Rick au scenarios where they get together, for some reason I’ve been really leaning into them knowing each other growing up, parting ways, and then meeting and dating in the future

Diane and Rick being across the street neighbors who have huge crushes on each other

They never end up confessing to each other because Rick feels like he has to “prove” himself to Diane before he can confess to each other (stemming from fear of rejection) so he wants to set out and really make something of himself

Diane never confesses because she has abandonment issues and everyone knows that genius Rick Sanchez isn’t going to stay in their dinky hometown, and she doesn’t believe that it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved, losing him after having him would devastate her

So Rick gets accepted into his dream college while Diane stays in their hometown, knowing she’s going to remember him for the rest of her life but not expecting him to ever return, just to one day get surprised when Rick returns, as was always his goal

That’s the basic outline I’ve been using for all scenarios, just tweaking it a bit based on my mood, but somehow it’s devolved into:

Rick coming back and finding out he never properly sealed away the lab in his house and some of his specimens have gotten out and it’s had far reaching consequences for the town

Diane’s been having fun with it, because it’s more gravity falls level of issues than like an undead apocalypse, but Rick’s responding like Frankenstein seeing his monster actually move around

[killieweegie]

[unhealthyobsessionslol]

Find someone who looks at you the way Nick looks at Charlie

Via evanzbuck (gave "strandtk" as the source)

[mrsbrxkkxr]

verstappen.com | Find someone who looks at you the way Max looks at his Orange Tribute Helmet 🧡

[writerinconstantcrisis]

Hannibal and Will are my favorite. Ever.

You will never convince me that a sexually intimate relationship is more powerful than what Will and Hannibal have. Even Bedelia (who, may I remind you, ACTUALLY DID THE DO WITH HANNIBAL) said that her relationship with him was not as intimate as his with Will. Like... and people still want to deny it.

You will never ever convince me that physical intimacy trumps their form of love. It is delicate, and it is built off of mutual respect. If I ever have and maintain that with someone (maintain being the key word), I could die happily, having never accomplished my deepest dreams. I have told my dad for a long time, I do not need someone to share a bed with me. What I want is someone who is willing to be there, who I can turn to in times of strife, and who feels safe turning to me. God life is complicated.

Is it sad that my idol for love is two mentally unstable men, one of whom is a cannibal? Eh, who gives a damn. Is it equally as bad to say that it also lies with a demon and angel, and two pirates? Depends on what side of the dlfandoms you rest.

So anyway. All I want is a person, to just know you aren't alone when the house creaks at night, when a movie scares you just enough that the shadows look fierce. C'est la vie, huh?

[yourenumber1]

I miss you so very much

💋💋💋

But she never says she misses me too

[onceiwasarock]

HELP WANTED : Fortnight edition

So today 4/20 I was playing unranked Zero build duos with my brother, who wears the Midas skin. I wear a calico Cat Girl skin. He was killed by a stormtrooper after a bat-battle before they shot my brother with a shotgun. I ran in the hopes to revive him. I saw the stormtrooper get into a jeep, and we have a bit where we get into cars with our opponents, cuz what are they gonna do? It’s funny! But anyways, I try to get into this storm troopers car and fail. Then fail again. They then back up to a position that’s easier for me and honk at me. So I get in. They drive us to the top of a mountain inside the circle (there are only 6-9 people left at this point) then they get out of the car and bolt. They hunt down the other players and kill them. I stay on top of the mountain inside the car trying to decide what to do. They come back up and I think I’m about to die, so I get ready to bolt, but they stop me by doing the crouch stand friendship thing that you do. I do it back cuz at this point I’ve watched this person kill like 8 people so you know. They proceed to drop all of their (golden!) weapons and shield bottles, and JUMP OFF THE CLIFF. They GAVE ME the battle royal!! Anyways I want to befriend them so bad and I may be in love, so if that was you or your duo buddy please please please let me know I’m sobbing

That’s my skin!! Isn’t she cute??

[codedsoul]

Nelly & Ashanti Rocking Out To King George ( Too Long )

[cookinguptales]

vic michaelis, the madlad that you are

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[shadesofmauve]

I want to step away from the art-vs-artist side of the Gaiman issue for a bit, and talk about, well, the rest of it. Because those emotions you're feeling would be the same without the art; the art just adds another layer.

Source: I worked with a guy who turned out to be heavily involved in an international, multi-state sex-slavery/trafficking ring.

He was really nice.

Yeah.

It hits like a dumptruck of shit. You don't feel stable in your world anymore. How could someone you interacted with, liked, also be a truly horrible person? How could your judgement be that bad? How can real people, not stylized cartoon bogeymen, be actually doing this shit?

You have to sit with the fact that you couldn't, or probably couldn't, have known. You should have no guilt as part of this horror — but guilt is almost certainly part of that mess you're feeling, because our brains do this associative thing, and somehow "I liked [the version of] the guy [that I knew]", or his creations, becomes "I made a horrible mistake and should feel guilty."

You didn't, loves, you didn't.

We're human, and we can only go by the information we have. And the information we have is only the smallest glimpse into someone else's life.

I didn't work closely with the guy I knew at work, but we chatted. He wasn't just nice; he was one of the only people outside my tiny department who seemed genuinely nice in a workplace that was rapidly becoming incredibly toxic. He loaned me a bike trainer. Occasionally he'd see me at the bus stop and give me a lift home.

Yup. I was a young woman in my twenties and rode in this guy's car. More than once.

When I tell this story that part usually makes people gasp. "You must feel so scared about what could have happened to you!" "You're so lucky nothing happened!"

No, that's not how it worked. I was never in danger. This guy targeted Korean women with little-to-no English who were coerced and powerless. A white, fluent, US citizen coworker wasn't a potential victim. I got to be a person, not prey.

Y'know that little warning bell that goes off, when you're around someone who might be a danger to you? That animal sense that says "Something is off here, watch out"?

Yeah, that doesn't ping if the preferred prey isn't around.

That's what rattled me the most about this. I liked to think of myself as willing to stand up for people with less power than me. I worked with Japanese exchange students in college and put myself bodily between them and creeps, and I sure as hell got that little alarm when some asian-schoolgirl fetishist schmoozed on them. But we were all there.

I had to learn that the alarm won't go off when the hunter isn't hunting. That it's not the solid indicator I might've thought it was. That sometimes this is what the privilege of not being prey does; it completely masks your ability to detect the horrors that are going on.

A lot of people point out that 'people like that' have amazing charisma and ability to lie and manipulate, and that's true. Anyone who's gotten away with this shit for decades is going to be way smoother than the pathetic little hangers-on I dealt with in university. But it's not just that. I seriously, deeply believe that he saw me as a person, and he did not extend personhood to his victims. We didn't have a fake coworker relationship. We had a real one. And just like I don't know the ins-and-outs of most of my coworkers lives, I had no idea that what he did on his down time was perpetrate horrors.

I know this is getting off the topic, but it's so very important. Especially as a message to cis guys: please understand that you won't recognize a creep the way you might think you will. If you're not the preferred prey, the hind-brain alarm won't go off. You have to listen to victims, not your gut feeling that the person seems perfectly nice and normal. It doesn't mean there's never a false accusation, but face the fact that it's usually real, and you don't have enough information to say otherwise.

So, yeah. It fucking sucks. Writing about this twists my insides into tense knots, and it was almost a decade ago. I was never in danger. No one I knew was hurt!

Just countless, powerless women, horrifically abused by someone who was nice to me.

You don't trust your own judgement quite the same way, after. And as utterly shitty as it is, as twisted up and unstead-in-the-world as I felt the day I found out — I don't actually think that's a bad thing.

I think we all need to question our own judgement. It makes us better people.

I don't see villains around every corner just because I knew one, once. But I do own the fact that I can't know, really know, about anyone except those closest to me. They have their own full lives. They'll go from the pinnacles of kindness to the depths of depravity — and I won't know.

It's not a failing. It's just being human. Something to remember before you slap labels on people, before you condemn them or idolize them. Think about how much you can't know, and how flawed our judgement always is.

Grieve for victims, and the feeling of betrayal. But maybe let yourself off the hook, and be a bit slower to skewer others on it.

[hoaxghost]

Girl failed the med school exam like 8 times I dont think she'd do all too well when faced with the burnt crisp of her captain