#i am so sick and tired of the people making this show

[whoishotteranimepolls]

Attention Dungeon Meshi Fandom!

You are now on notice. One more temper tantrum and the entire fandom is in time out, meaning no polls for your characters for an entire month. This is because not only did a couple people throw a tantrum in comments and reblogs again, but I received multiple ask all about the same issue and the same character which apparently everyone always loses your mind over because this happens every single time, they're in a poll, including one ask I think qualifies as an essay. Don't worry, it will show up in Fandoms vs Illiteracy pretty soon. But I am tired of policing your polls you are acting like children. Because it's always the same character, the same issue and it's one I've addressed so many times with. But continually I have to deal with tantrums and my inbox gets flooded. No more either grow up or time out. Remember that I refer to the Naruto fandom as my problem child. Well congratulations you're their twin. So now you two are my problem twins. So get your crap together and take a chill pill because Naruto isn't on notice because they've behaved since I've called them out.

And before everyone asks what the issue is, it's always over Izutsumi. Yes, she is 17. Yes I am aware. Apparently she's the only character anyone cares about being under the age of 18 because no other character causes this much drama. Please read the rules. I allow characters that are high school and above so that means 15. Now polls with characters under the age of 18 tagged with #minor poll so if you don't want to participate because it makes you uncomfortable you can block the tag. So quit causing issues in the comments and reblogs. Quit flooding my inbox, block the tag and grow up. I am sick and tired of this

[bluestarjay]

Oooh I am so tired of the twinkification of haikyuu characterssss Istg if I see one more fanart of Ushijima where he looks like the love interest of a shoujou anime, and is lean/skinny I'm gonna actually scream wth guys he's beefy he's MUSCULAR he is a professional athlete and is like 6"4 I keep seeing fanarts where he has more of Tendou's physique and it bothers me sm like I always see fanart of him and I don't recognize its him cause he's so skinny and I'm like "Who is that? He's wearing the Shiratori- Oh my God, that's not Ushijima, is it????" And then I check the tags, and it is, and I'm like ???? Like, I'm all for drawing characters according to your headcanons, but Ushijima??? Lean??? And I'll go on Pinterest to get ship stuff bc it's less organized and lowkey easier to find stuff since it's just pictures, yk? But I'll look at it, and it's all that weird ass 2000s-2010s artstyle. Take Tsukihina, for example, and Hinata looks like a child. Like Tsukishima is HUGE, and Hinata is TINY!! Their height difference is not that big. And I feel like a lot of it is from comics or doujinshi, and the style just looks like it's from something R rated ykwim???? Like all of it is just helpless baby Hinata 🥺🥺 and his huge tall 'alpha' bf Tsukishima who hates everybody but him. Like they just take random characters and twinkify them; they make them overtly feminine for no reason and it makes me sooo madddd I am sick of fuckin Thumbelina Hinata and Levi Ackerman Ushijima make it stop!!!! OR THE OPPOSITE WHERE THEY MAKE RANDOM CHARACTERS SUPER DOMINANT AND SEXY AND WEIRD BC 1 THEY ALWAYS USE THE HIGH SCHOOL VERSIONS OF THEM AND 2 THEY ARE FUCKING LOSERS AND NERDS THEYRE NOT CALLING A GODDAMN SOUL "BABYGIRL 🫦😩" THEY ARE CALLING EACH OTHER MORONS AND INSULTINF THEIR HAIRCUTS **edit, I just wanted to add that all the fanarts I see of the popular characters, e.g ushijima, atsumu/osamu, oikawa, etc, all have the same exact face toooo, And I actually HATE the kind of art where people make them *so* buff they look like a Jojo or DBZ character,, someone who reblogged brought that up a bit and REALLL I hate it. And this is kinda irrelevant, but I think people also forget that people's body types change over time. Changing a characters body type (at least according to the character/source) should be fine, as that's what happens as you age. A character from an apocalypse show probably isn't gonna be super buff, but rather lean bc yes they are technically working out in the fact that they are traveling a lot and idk like killing zombies or whatever the basis for the show is, but there's also gonna be a loss of food yk, so they'd still be rather skinny. And that'd be the case for any body type. A high schooler isn't gonna have the same body as an adult, and people don't usually account for that, which is fine, I'm not saying anybody has to because it's such a small thing usually, but it's just a small pet peeve of mine. (I want a muscular post time skip Osamu with some chubbiness so bad he loves to eat, but he does still like working out. I just know that man has some chub on his stomach and I want it 😩😩)

[lastoneout]

Hey uh @ people with ME/CFS I got a question...

Everything I've read and heard about kinda seems to go hard on the idea that over-exerting yourself tends to lead to exhaustion that just never gets better at all no matter how long you rest after, and like I always assumed I didn't have it, because yeah overexerting myself tends to make me way more exhausted than is does other people and the exhaustion lasts like, a week or more sometimes, but it does eventually get better.

Like last weekend I went shopping for my birthday and also to an art gallery, and then I did a few small errands, and I conserved my energy as best I could, resting often, using mobility aids, ect, but I had to spend Mon-Fri in bed doing basically nothing aside from watching youtube, listening to music, and playing tetris because that was all I had the physical and mental energy to do. And granted that was dragged out a little because I had to go to the ER on Wednesday due to a migraine that got triggered by all this(bcs overexerting myself almost always triggers a migraine) and on Tuesday I sat in the car while we took my cat to the vet for a quick nail trim, but aside from that I just rested and even though I am feeling a bit better today I'm still just SO fucking tired and I know I'm going to have to take it easy for a few days more just to be sure I'm okay.

Which like, idk doesn't sound normal, that's for fucking sure, but I do know that with enough rest eventually I will return to my normal, which isn't everyone else's normal but is still normal enough that I can make myself easy meals and sit at my desk and talk to people and make phone calls and run errands without it killing me too badly.

But like idk my doctors seem convinced that I don't have any kind of autoimmune condition(although they haven't actually ran any tests they just keep insisting I'm not showing the signs of one and to keep up with physical therapy even when I tell them that just going clothes shopping for a few hours puts me on bedrest for the next 2-3 days) but idk again this does NOT seem normal. I legit feel SICK sometimes when I push myself too hard, like I think I'm coming down with a cold or something but it never actually turns into one, I just have that "eugh" sick feeling for a day or two and then it goes away once I've rested enough(also for clarification I never get any real cold/illness symptoms like a temperature and I mask literally everywhere and this ONLY happens after exertion so I don't think I'm actually getting sick). I also don't usually feel rested when I sleep but I always chalked that up to the insomnia more than anything?? But it does happen even when I have a good night's sleep with no tossing and turning or nightmares...

Anyway if anyone who does have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome could maybe explain to me what it's like for them I would appreciate it because idk what else could possibly be going on with me but I am so fucking tired of my doctors acting like there is nothing wrong. It might not be ME/CFS, and I have been diagnosed with fibromyalgia so maybe this is all just that? So I also wouldn't mind if someone who has fibro can tell me if this is all just fibro stuff. But idk I just want to know for sure, you know? (If it helps in addition to the fibro I also have arthritis, hEDS, orthostatic Intollerance, and occipital neuralgia.)

[tafeekafee]

⌛⛰️I don’t wanna be alone

Sickie: San

Caretaker: Hongjoong

It was a nice afternoon and San enjoyed it immensely. Especially the aspect of being done early with a WANTEEZ shoot and the ability to stay at the park they were at after filming was done.

Wooyoung who had brought the camera Hongjoong had bought him was walking around the flower beds, taking pictures of the members and, in the past twenty minutes, San especially. San loved Wooyoung sponsored photoshoots more than anything. It was nice to be able to model the way he wanted and wear his own clothes but the best part? Seeing how happy it made his best friend and the proud gleam in his eyes whenever (which was always and every picture) somebody praised his photos.

It was even fun to follow Wooyoung’s crazy ideas and do stupid things which in returned looked on camera. Just …

… just something was wrong. Normally, especially to a trained, fit, dancer idol, running around and jumping shouldn’t be an issue. But San didn’t feel like doing it anymore. He was tired and he felt weird. Really weird.

So when Wooyoung stopped taking pictures of him, San took the opportunity to call over Mingi who had been watching the photo shoot with poorly concealed interest and an even more poorly concealed hint of jealousy. 

Wooyoung pouted and showed San a picture of him. “Let me try one more time, Sannie”, the younger begged him, basically draping himself over San. He was uncomfortably warm against San’s back and unexpectedly putting his weight on San nearly made him stumble.“One more. I want it to be perfect.”

“It’s already perfect, Young-ah”, San reassured without really looking at the picture. He did feel bad for brushing his friend off but he also didn’t feel like continuing anymore. His stomach felt weird, he realized as he had to continue to hold up Wooyoung’s weight as well as his own, and kind of cramping. He removed Wooyoung’s arm from his shoulder, and pointed at Mingi. “Besides, Mingi-yah has been pouting at me for the past ten minutes. I think he wants a go and I am scared to sleep tonight if he is in a grumbly mood.”

“Fine”, Wooyoung sighed with a yearning look at the photo. He let go of San and repositioned himself to capture Mingi’s beauty. “Mingi, you nuisance, go stand over there, hm, yeah, no, move a bit, yeah…”

⌛

San managed to ignore his loud voice and removed himself a bit from the group, walking down the path to seek out some shade. It was hot that day and he was sweating - a lot. A little shade surely would help cool him down and make him feel better. Maybe he was just a bit overheated.

Finding his knees a bit shaky he decided to sit down. Luckily there was a big rock by the side of the path close to the group and in the shade of a tree onto which he could slump. As soon as he sat down he rested his head in his hands and his elbows on his knees and took a deep breath.

The stomach ache, he had hoped would disappear if he just sat, had not faded at all - if anything it had gotten worse and the cramping was bordering on painful. He didn’t understand, ten minutes earlier he had felt perfectly fine. Now he just wanted to lie down and sleep for the rest of the day. Maybe it was just a flux and he would feel better soon. His eyes slipped shut out of their own volition and he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around his stomach. 

That was the wrong move. His mouth suddenly started to salivate and his throat was starting to feel strange. Swallowing became hard and he struggled to get the saliva down. Only then it was that San realized what he was experiencing was nausea. Deep, profound, overwhelming nausea. 

Oh God, he did not want to be sick. Especially not in a public space - even when the group and their managers, who were at a picnic table some hundred meters away, were the only people there. This couldn’t be happening. For a moment San was starting to panic but even that was cut short.

His throat contracted and before he had any chance to stop it, he gagged. It tore at his throat, hurting in a way that he knew he would lose his voice if it continued like that. Pressing his hand to his mouth he frantically looked around to find something - anything - to be sick into if he needed to be. Which he realized was more of an when than an if. There was no trash can or anything like that in close vicinity to him but when San looked down he realized he had conveniently sat down by a gutter. He’d take it.

With the next heave saliva dangled down his lips and he spread his legs to hopefully keep his clothes clean. He spat out a small mouthful of sour-tasting, clear bile, shuddering. Another heave rippled through him and San could feel his own back move with the force of it. His eyes started to water and he blinked quickly to dispel the betraying water.

Looking up he saw that none of the members noticed the predicament he was in. San wasn’t sure if he liked that or desperately wanted attention from any of them. Mingi and Yunho were posing for Wooyoung’s camera, Mingi somehow in Yunho’s arm bridal style. Jongho and Yeosang were standing beside Wooyoung laughing at them. Seongwas was watching them fondly and Hongjoong was watching him watch them, his back to San.

San didn’t have a chance to call out for any of them before the next round of dry-heaving overcame him, leaving him panting over the disgusting gutter for minutes. He felt awful. And he still didn’t understand what was happening to him. Why now?

Finally, he was able to stop gagging and before another round could take hold, feeling like it might happen rather sooner than later, San managed to reach out for help. 

⌛

 “Hongjoong-hyung?”, he called, having to stop for a moment as his throat tried to gag again, “come … come here, please.” His voice sounded terrible, raw and painfully small. Hongjoong, having been closest to San, heard him unlike the others and for a moment they locked eyes, the captain very confused. Then San had to double over again and all he could focus on was the sour feeling of his stomach and the contractions in his stomach that sent up its contents.

It took less than ten seconds for the captain to rush over but to San it felt like a lifetime. Speaking seemed to have tipped his stomach over the edge and he gagged hard again, before suddenly brownish chunky vomit, a testimony of the ramyeon he had had for lunch, spilled from his lips and splattered into the gutter. Some parts of the sick never dripped down into the sewage but stayed on the metal grids, mocking him with its sight and smell.

“Oh, Sannie”, Hongjoong mumbled close beside him, patting his back with careful fingers. “What happened? What has got you so sick out of a sudden?”

“Hyung”, San whined, feeling tears prickle at his eyes again and not caring enough to stop them from running over his cheeks. He didn’t get more words out as he had to lean over again, more sick spilling out of him and splashing into the growing puddle. At least he was hitting the gutter, he thought bitterly, not their shoes.

“It’s alright, baby”, Hongjoong comforted, combing back San’s hair from his eyes, “just get it up. You might feel better if you do.”

San groaned, as his stomach cramped again. Another wave of sick came up, leaving San gasping for air.

By now the other members had noticed the commotion and familiar shoes were building a circle around them. Hongjoong was still rubbing and, occasionally patting, his back and letting San lean against his hip for stability. 

“I’ll get a manager”, somebody said but over the awful sounds he himself was making San wasn’t able to tell who it was until he saw Yunho’s familiar shoes sprint away.

⌛

Another round of throwing up later, San managed to sit up straight, glancing up at his members.

Yeosang, Mingi and Jongho stared back at him, looking at a loss of what to do. They all had looks of horror on their face. San couldn’t help but notice that Wooyoung and Seonghwa were missing, probably due to Seonghwa not wanting to risk or already trying to calm down a panic attack caused by San.

San lifted his hands to his face, wiping away the tears and ultimately some snot that was dripping down his face. He felt pathetic but couldn’t help but crave a hug. Just not with everybody staring at him. 

Hongjoong, bless his soul, seemed to understand.

“Sang-ah, go check and see if Seonghwa and Young-ah need something, please. Jongho-yah, Mingi-yah, go find some wipes and water, chop chop”, Hongjoong ordered and the three of them sprinted off into different directions to fulfill their given tasks as if their lives depended on it. Maybe they did - Hongjoong could be terrifying at times and standing between him and a sick member never ended well, probably not even for their team mates. San did not want them to make the sacrifice to test out that theory. 

“Do you feel better now, baby?”, Hongjoong asked gently, now completely focusing on San and gently turning his head to look the younger in the eye. He used the sleeves of his shirt to wipe away some saliva or sick San must have missed when trying to get himself clean. There was so much concern and love in his eyes that San nearly started to cry for real, not only as a by-product of sickness. He sniffed a bit but the tears stayed put. He was too exhausted to cry anymore.

Only at the question did San realized that, yes, he felt better now. Much better, actually. His stomach ached faintly but more from the exertion and emptiness than anything else. There wasn’t even any sense of nausea in his body until he made the mistake of looking down at the dirtied metal below him.

“Yeah”, he choked out, “but, uh, hyungie, can we move away?”

Hongjoong nodded and carefully helped San step over the gutter, leading him to sit on the grass under the shade of the tree a few meters away. San, while feeling better, was still shocked over the situation and he needed comfort. Comfort from his captain-hyung. Comfort Hongjoong would never deny his dongsaengs. So San curled up in his lap and nudged Hongjoong’s hand until he started playing with his hair.

The captain chuckled affectionately at his antics for a moment but then turned serious. “What happened, San-ah? Why didn’t you say earlier you were feeling sick?”

“I didn’t feel sick earlier”, San mumbled and turned to lie on his back so he could look at his hyung, “it just happened so suddenly, I don’t know. Maybe lunch didn’t settle right. I feel fine now.”

Hongjoong frowned a bit. “Are you sure? You don’t think you’re sick or have food poisoning?”

“Yeah, I’m good now. I don’t feel sick anymore, I promise.”

“Hm. Okay. Maybe something just needed out. Upset stomachs do happen sometimes.” Hongjoong didn’t sound convinced by his own words at all but San couldn’t blame him. He wouldn’t believe himself either if the situation was reversed but he truly felt fine. “Just let us know if you feel bad again, okay?”

San nodded sleepily, eyes falling shut as he yawned. Hongjoong grimaced and San mumbled an apology. If his breath smelled as badly as his mouth tasted Hongjoong deserved that.

He was asleep by the time Yunho returned with a manager and Mingi and Jongho with supplies.

[thegirlwithataser]

i literally cannot even BEGIN to tell you how little interest i have in seeing a Tyler/Penelope/Luke love triangle. i do not want it, i do not care. “tyler might end up being her person” shut the FUCK up Luke Alvez is Penelope’s persona and he has been since day fucking one i want you to be SOOOOO fucking for real right now

[ghostorbz]

I made graphics instead of going to bed

Plus zadr stuff,,,

[yannfredericks]

being online rn is such a fucking nightmare oh my god!!!

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

LATE NIGHT RAMBLING TIME!!!!!!!

All the magical weapons in Elena of Avalor are so good for like, bonking somebody over the head with. Just like a real good smack. Cuz- cuz they're all so l o n g. And tamboritas have huge flat circles on the ends!!! That is perfect for bonking!

The scepters of light/night are both made of metal/crystals and pointy, same goes for Esteban's staff. Getting hit on the head with metal rods really fucking hurts! So does pointy stuff!!!

Man I wish there was a scene where like Elena or Mateo or Esteban or SOMEONE just like, ran out of ideas or smthn in the middle of a battle and hit somebody really fucking hard on the top of their head. And gave them a concussion or smthn. That would've been funny.

If you can't tell I'm really fucking tired rn-

[chappellrroan]

it's almost like if i dont let the whole world know about my new hyperfixtation i will burst into flames

[nowendil]

whooooo having an anxiety attack about covid. again 👍

[florshedworf]

that’s fucking IT im EXPLODING: catadora.

what is it? what’s up with it? why do some people like it? why do people hate it with a firey passion?

it’s toxic yuri. it’s a interalized homophobic friendship. they’re lovers. they hate eachother. catra fucking hates adora. or does she? adora hates catra. unless? dear fucking god

[rotturn]

every day on this trip is worse

[comradecowplant]

Not to be too controversial on tumblr dot com but Neil Gaiman....... is only an okay writer. and there are better/more interesting writers who deserve the success train he's been on the last handful of years with getting major works adapted. there, I finally said it, I finally spoke my truth!

[fractallogic]

Other Postdoc, who now runs the postdoc society twitter and coordinates their events: join us! we have at least two separate happy hour events during october in addition to a wine tour! we also have some professional development events on the weeks that aren't dedicated to drinking!

Other Postdoc to me: hey i never see you at the postdoc society events do you get the emails

[anastasiabowe]

𝙍𝙄𝘾𝙃 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙀𝙈𝘼𝙉 — As a broke college student, it’s not wrong to want a rich boyfriend! That doesn’t mean you’re a gold digger, or will stoop so low you will ruin your worth, it just means you want a man who will take care of you, and guess what? You found him.

note: this will be a 3 part series! First one I’ve ever made and may be my last! So please not too much on these writings! Luv you!

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙄 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙄𝙄 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙄𝙄𝙄

Content Warnings: language, suggestive content

Nanami is a man of morals. He usually keeps his hands and eyes to himself, he holds the door for anyone, women especially, he respects boundaries, and if anything that causes him to think inappropriately he will kindly excuse himself to make sure he doesn’t seem like a creep. But Nanami is just like any man.

Nanami longs for a lover, a wife. He desires children, a family. But in this cruel, sick world, he can’t find a woman who wants him for him. Nanami is one of the top 10 richest men on the planet, he not including himself, but his company in that title.

Every woman he has attempted to date tries to put on their best “I love you for your heart not your money!” act, but it slips the second they tell him “oh no! I forgot my wallet!”

Nanami knows every trick in the book, he knows the look women give him when they are impressed by his wealth, he knows the lip biting they do to show interest in his looks, he knows the voice and excuses they say to make him fall down to their feet, which he never once has done nor will do. He knows it all. So dating people that have seen him before he’s met them makes it all the more boring.

So, when Nanami’s friend, Haibara introduced him to dating apps, he obviously was shook.

“You really had no idea there were dating apps?” Haibara blankly looked at him. Nanami bit his thumb in uncertainty.

He grumbled a little “no.” And his friend smiled. “Then sign up! What can you lose? They don’t have to know what you look like.”

Nanami hated that idea. “No, I want them to know who I am.” His firm voice erased that idea completely from his friends plan.

“Well, 80% of this world knows who you are, that wish you want isn’t going to happen.” Nanami sighed knowingly, just tired from his sad lonely life.

“Haibara, thank you for this..” Nanami thought carefully of his words. “Great discovery, but I think it’s best you head home and I sleep on it.” Haibara understood, and firmly grabbed Nanami’s shoulder on his way out.

“You’ll find her, I know you will.” Nanami placed his hand firmly on Haibara’s in a thank you, and Haibara left.

After Nanami heard Haibara leave, he hurriedly sat down on his couch and opened the dating site.

“RICHTON THE DATING APP FOR THE WEALTHY!”

Nanami quickly laughed at the cringe advertisement, but it was a popular app, so something was working.

Nanami put in his information and had to choose which photos to put on his profile. He chose the first decent ones he could find, not caring too much about perfection, and he was brought up with the interests slide.

He clicked three random ones and pressed continue. The app asked to use his camera to verify his age and photos. Nanami positioned the camera to where it said to and he was verified. The app welcomed him to a very ugly woman.

Nanami had skipped the tutorial at the beginning and just swiped towards the X like he has seen on TV. This app was the definition of a gold diggers dream. Rich men pay to speak with women that aren’t even all that.

Nanami swiped and swiped towards the x. No woman looked like a decent women. They all looked like they seduce men or are prostitutes, maybe both. Nanami frowned seeing all the half naked women.

“Should I really be on this app?” He thought to himself. He continued to swipe, heart sinking each swipe to the left seeing women who don’t know their worth. Ass in the camera more than their face just to get a quick buck. Nanami swiped one more time ready to turn his phone off, and his thumb froze.

A girl with straight hair smiling in what seems to be senior photo. She was in a white summer dress posing in a daisy field. The beach was calm behind her and he couldn’t help but stare at her smile. She seemed so pure, so innocent and that was exactly what he was looking for. He swiped right on her profile and it opened up a message saying:

“YOUR FIRST MATCH! SEND HER A MESSAGE WITH THE AMOUNT YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEND!”

Nanami saw a text box and a drop box. The drop box has let Nanami type in the amount he would like to send. The minimum was 5 dollars. He typed in $100 and pressed on the text box.

His thumbs again froze. What should he say? Should he compliment her? Introduce himself? Nanami combined them. He typed.

“Hello, my name is Kento and I couldn’t help but be in absolute awe seeing your photos. You are absolutely beautiful.” He sent it without looking back, this was already hard enough.

Nearly instantly you saw his message and typed.

Y: “Oh my god, you did NOT have to send that much money!”

He imagined your voice as he read your message. He chuckled to himself like a madman and he started typing back.

N: “I wanted to, you are so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself.”

He nervously tapped his thumbs on the side of his phone waiting for your response.

Y: “I really do appreciate the compliment but $100 is too much, I can’t accept that!”

N: “Too late, I want you to have it, I want to talk to you.”

Y: “You can’t talk to me for free!”

N: “That’s not how this app works..?” Nanami was confused.

Y: “Oh, right.. I forgot you have to pay to chat.”

N: “Please don’t be alarmed by the money, I’m not running out anytime soon😂”

Nanami cringed at himself for using such an emoji, but he wanted you to feel at ease.

Y: “Thank you, you really didn’t have to though. I won’t stop saying that.”

N: “Then let’s change the subject. Why are you on this app?”

You saw his message but didn’t text back. Did he ask a triggering question? You soon started typing, and his nerves came back.

Y: “You know, a broke college student who needs a little extra cash😅”

He chuckled, for a girl who didn’t want a hundred bucks, that’s sure what she was looking for.

N: “Haha, so you won’t mind if I send more?”

Y: “Don’t send more! I’m not that broke😭”

Nanami smiled. He smiled as if you were really there. He imagined having this conversation with you and how hard you would make him laugh with your silly remarks.

N: “Don’t worry, I won’t 😂, but it’s not like you’re going to stop me.”

Y: “I’ll send it back😜✌🏾”

N: “I’ll send it back!”

Y: “And I’ll send it again, it will be a whole thing if you make it💀”

The fact you both were arguing over money is crazy, Nanami never argued with a woman about sending them money. They usually do a “oh no you don’t have to do that!” But will eventually accept. You on the other hand are just outright refusing. Nanami is now intrigued by you.

N: “If you won’t accept my money via here, how about dinner? I’ll pay, and I won’t argue about it when we get there.”

You again took your time typing, very obvious you are unsure.

Y: “Okay… but where are you tryna take me?”

N: “I was thinking…. Hermes?”

Y: “You’re joking!”

N: “What?”

Y: “I can’t afford that!”

N: “You’re not paying.”

Y: “Still, I can’t make you pay for that!”

N: “I want to pay for it, I eat there all the time.”

Y: “Not for two☹️”

N: “I’ve paid for 10.”

Y:“Kento..”

N: “Y/n, please. I want to meet you. You intrigue me, I’ve never met someone like you. I don’t want to seem like a begged, nor do I want to pressure you, but I would love to meet you and enjoy a nice dinner with you.”

Nanami felt desperate even though he just met you not even an hour ago.

The long response time again happened, and Nanami felt like he blew it. The once time he felt like he actually found someone worth the time, he blew it.

Y: “Okay.”

Nanami’s heart fluttered seeing your message.

N: “You will have dinner with me?”

Y: “Yes! I’ll have dinner with you😂”

Nanami felt like a little boy again. He hadn’t felt this excited to ask a girl out since never and it felt good.

N: “How does tomorrow sound? I know that’s soon, but it’s the only day my schedule isn’t busy.”

Y: “Yeah, tomorrow would be great!”

N: “Alright, I’ll see you then!”

Y: “See you!”

+

The next day Nanami felt different. His head was somewhere else, somewhere lighter, happier. He felt… excited? He wasn’t sure, he hasn’t felt this way until his first client offered him half a million dollars as he started his journey in this company.

Nanami played more upbeat music, very different from his normal taste, and he swayed and stepped with every beat to the song as he ironed his clothes. He had opened windows and instead of wincing from the sun hitting his eyes, he smiled.

“What a beautiful morning.” He thought to himself. Nanami must have been in a different place that he didn’t even know was so negative until now. He was looking forward to a dinner with someone. He hasn’t felt that way in years and he just wishes he could meet you right then and there.

Nanami nearly put on his freshly ironed clothes and grabbed his briefcase and blazer. He locked his garage door and headed straight to his black Porsche that he usually doesn’t drive, but today, why not?

Nanami drove to work with a smile on his face. Haibara greeted Nanami as he stepped out of his car and a valet stepped in for him.

“Good morning.” Nanami smiled and Haibara walked beside him.

“Good morning…” Haibara stared at Nanami’s face.

“Did something happen?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you win the lottery? What’s got you so happy?”

“Haibara.” Nanami stopped and turned towards his friend, “Thank you.”

Haibara wanted to laugh, he didn’t even do anything, right?

“for what” Nanami smiled at Haibara.

“For showing me that ‘app’. I’m going to meet someone for dinner tonight.” Haibara smiled at Nanami.

“That’s great, Kento! What’s her name?”

“Y/n.”

“Hm, is she pretty?”

“Beautiful.”

“Is she rich?”

“Eh..”

“Is she young?”

“Kind of.”

“What do you mean by ‘kind of?”

“She’s… 20..” Nanami purses his lips waiting for Haibara’s reaction.

“20?!” His eyes were wide and he laughed. “You’re 34!”

“She’s very aware of my age.” Nanami said not amused by his friends reaction.

“I mean, hey, if a woman 14 years older than me asked me out, and she was hot, I’d go out worth her too.” Haibara threw his hands up in a ‘what can I say’ pose and Nanami rolled his eyes.

“We meet at 6, so I just need to get through today.” Nanami said more to himself. The happy facade started to break, and he felt the butterflies pool in his stomach.

He was nervous. He hasn’t been on a date with someone he actually wants to meet in over 10 years. He doesn’t remember how to be charismatic, he doesn’t remember how to be enticing and interesting. Work has been the only topic that’s been keeping his conversations alive. He doesn’t talk to anyone about anything personally other than Haibara and that is hard enough.

Haibara saw Nanami. He knew Nanami for nearly 6 years and this was the look of nervousness. He’s seen it countless times, but that’s only because he knows him. He can tell from the slight twitch in his jaw and the subtle fidgeting with his hands.

“Come on Nanami, let’s go to my office.” Nanami nodded and followed Haibara.

+

In Haibaras office, he gave Nanami tips.

“Now I have met countless women. Hard to believe, I know, and I know how to get them wanting more.” Nanami cringed at the thought of his good friend seducing women.

“I’m not trying to get anything from her, I just want to hold a conversation and hopefully get to know her more.”

“Alright, I got you.” Haibara walked over to his whiteboard and wrote “NANAMI’S FIRST DATE”

“This isn’t my first date, Haibara.”

“I know, but you’re acting like it is.”

Nanami nodded in agreement, and Haibara clapped his hands together.

“I have cancelled all meeting that require you to be there, and will have your secretary fill in for the ones that don’t. We have all day to get you ready for your date, alright?”

“Ok.” Nanami replied. Nanami felt silly sitting in the chair and listening to his younger friend teach him how to act right on a date. Nanami usually lets the women talk since he usually doesn’t care too much about them. He usually just lets his colleagues recommend a woman and set up a date. Nanami regrets every single dollar he wasted on the money thirsty women. But he wants to try with you. He wants to talk to you and let you talk. He wants to actually get to know you, maybe even go on more dates and hang out.

“Ok, first step. Do NOT let them talk the whole time. Even if they ramble, try and have a mutual conversation. Sometimes when they ramble, they think it’s because you aren’t interested and they will want to make sure you're still intrested” Haibara took in a huge breath, “OR they are nervous.”

Nanami nodded.

“You just have to read their body language.”

“Well, how will I know if they are nervous or not?”

“You’ll know. If they look around when talking, when they cover their face when talking, when they hold their hands in their lap, if they look tense, come on, you know what nervous looks like.”

Nanami nodded again.

“Use your words, this is practice. Don’t just nod your head,” Haibara mocked him by aggressively nodding his head “say things like ‘I agree’ or ‘I’m listening’ or ask them about whatever they’re talking about so they know you’re listening.”

“Okay.”

“And don’t just say ‘okay’.” Haibara mocked again. “Try and be more creative! Let’s practice.”

Haibara sat down in his seat and tried his best to look more feminine.

“So yeah, me and my friends went mini golfing and I didn’t know what to do so I just sat and watched them play.”

Nanami sat there. What did Haibara want him to say? Haibara looked at him, waiting for a response.

“Oh, well that is very sad.” Nanami said unsure. Haibara sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Yep, might as well pay the bill and leave.” Nanami sat there dumbfounded. What was he supposed to say?

“What should I have said instead?”

“Nanami, I can’t tell you what to say, but that would have sent her home crying. You sounded like you didn’t care. You should say something along the lines of ‘did you ever end up knowing how to play mini golf?’ That will at least let her know you’re listening.” Haibara stood up and sighed.

“We have a lot of work to do.”

+

After many hours of preparing, Nanami’s watch chimed. It was 5:30 and he needed to head home and change.

“Thank you Haibara, this was very helpful.” Nanami shook his friends hand and headed towards the front of the office.

“Don’t try too hard! Just let it come out naturally!” Haibara cakes out to Nanami. Nanami smiled back at his friend and Haibara sighed.

“Please don’t screw this up.”

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𓏲˳˚⊹ 🧸 become obsessed with yourself.

you are stupid. i said it. there. you are stupid.

let me get this straight. you are out here listening to these people who make you insecure. you are listening and actually giving a shit about people who put you down, make you feel unworthy, inferior, less of the absolute goddess that you are. you people please, you go above and beyond to help people & change yourself for people who would never do the same and for what. for people to like you? honey nobodys gonna like you. you dont even like yourself.

listen ml you need to get your priorities straight. sit down for a sec. like. just sit and genuinely ask yourself "what do i get out of this? how does this serve me?". go on, ask yourself. all these people who constantly think theyre better than you, that they can walk all over you, the ones that dont care a bit for you with their actions even if their words say otherwise, all these habits that only make you feel more low, more insecure, and dont align with where you wanna go in any way, shape or form. honey how in the hell does any of this serve you ???😭😭

i am sick to death of seeing the word selfish everywhere the moment somebody steps up and is brave enough to try and better themselves. the amount of times ive gotten "youre so selfish" or "youve changed" or "you werent like this before" jst because i got out of the most severe depression of my life where i came close to being unalive so many times is riDICULOUS and just shows how normalised insecurity and people pleasing is nowadays.

you see, people are always trying to follow the trend, follow the leader, follow everyone else nowadays. nobody actually honours what they want & that is a reflection of their own insecurity and traumas and emotions they are too scared to face. do you really want that for yourself? youve got such big dreams, such big potential, but what on earth do you do to fulfill them?

i dont think you realise just how limitless you actually are. you can do anything. we are all born the same. its only those with the courage to get up and try who will reach what they want and achieve greater things.

GET OBSESSED WITH YOURSELF. i am so DRAINED and TIRED of caring about what people think. i like something? im gonna do it. i dont care. fuck people pleasing. what are they gonna do when youre rich and famous and successful and thriving? YOU ARE THE ONLY VALIDATION YOU NEED. life is so much easier when you genuinely could not care less, like you just dont give a single shit. you are the only person who knows you inside out and will be there with you 24/7 365. it infuriates me how self hatred is so normalised nowadays. like what the actual fuck, why would you wanna spend your entire life hating the only person whos gonna be with you every second without fail, when you are perfectly capable of reversing that???? its ridiculous.

get up. get obsessed with yourself. the only validation you should be chasing is your own. pull yourself together girl. this is ridiculous. you are so much more than this. start acting like it. be ur own biggest fan. be ur own bestest friend. everything you need is already within you. u got this. 💕