#i talk about myself

[waterfalls-of-lemonade]

intro post 2.0

i felt like remaking it so yeah

hi, average omo blog here. don’t expect irl content; i’m purely into the fictional aspect. (read: don’t be weird in my dms.) 

personally, i don’t have the kink, but all omo enjoyers are welcome to interact regardless of what it is to you. 

my tags: 

#i talk (general posts)

#i give a prompt (omo prompts) 

#i talk about myself (personal posts) 

#kay’s (something) tag (fandom content) 

#i complain (vent posts) 

#i make a meme (omo memes) 

#suggestive (formerly #kink mention. posts about characters participating in omo as a kink/general nsfw-adjacent content, for filtering reasons) 

#kid omo (posts that mention characters under 18 in omo, /nsx obviously, also for filtering reasons) 

disclaimer: i’m technically a proshipper (as in, anti-censorship and that writing about something doesn’t mean you support it) but i don’t ship anything that people associate with the term. you can interact regardless of your opinion on the discourse (as long as you’re respectful) but just so you know ig.

favorite tropes/things: 

~ comfort/aftercare (i also like this in non-omo contexts so of course i’d like it in omo contexts ig) 

~ characters being too shy/proud to admit their need (because most of my faves are that type)

~ just-made-it (underrated) 

~ partial wetting (because i’m indecisive) 

~ miscommunication (need i say more?) 

~ assisted wetting/relief (it’s about the ✨intimacy✨)

~ non-human omo (you can blame half the characters in my main fandom) 

~ workplace omo (idk something about it is just 👌) 

~ characters holding because they’re too busy/distracted (again, because my faves)

~ car omo (there’s just so many possibilities when writing/imagining it) 

~ authority figures being desperate (there’s something about them being brought down by basic human needs that’s so alksjfaslkdajds) 

tropes/things i like but am picky about:

~ almost-made-it (if the buildup is done right) 

~ friends teasing the character (as long as it doesn’t actually hurt their feelings) 

~ angst/humiliation (in moderation) 

~ extreme/exaggerated holding (again, in moderation) 

~ characters having the kink (between consenting adults with no actual smut) 

~ diapers (only because it overlaps with ageplay/regression a lot, which isn’t really my thing) 

~ fear wetting/bedwetting (if it has some desperation aspect) 

tropes/things i’m not a fan of:

~ non-con elements (e.g. the trope where a character makes their friend hold without telling them about it becuase they have the kink) 

~ conventional nsfw content (i’m just ace lol) (there’s a debate on whether omo itself is nsfw so i just said conventional to clarify)

~  hurt-no-comfort/degradation (comfort is one of the biggest things i like in omo, it just doesn’t feel complete without it ok?)

~ watersports (if it’s on purpose if you know what i mean) 

anyways my ao3 is InnocentYetAshamed but i only have 1 fic there from 2 years ago so. read it if you want i guess?

[pedanther]

Several people on Tumblr: I don't understand how the removalists are supposed to lock the door of Dracula's new house if they're leaving the keys inside

Me, who has been locked out of every house he's ever rented at least once because he left the keys inside and the front door automatically latches:

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[mrtequilasunset]

Listen man, you guys can't be like "you guys need to be normal about asexuality" and then turn around and get weirdly judgemental when you find out someone doesn't have sex by choice. Like that's weird that some of you do that.

[spiribia]

once you hit adulthood a day will come when you’re suddenly like VEGETABLES 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 and it never goes away

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[teleportzz]

"bluntly honest" autism but in the sense that i absolutely cannot refrain from complimenting strangers if i like their earrings or their shirt or i think they have a friendly-sounding laugh or i think their art is beautiful or i think the fic they wrote portrays the characters so well. "bluntly honest" doesn't have to mean "mean". i love to tell people things that are kind and also true.

[artkaninchenbau]

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

[saiwestfield]

My art grind has been going down RAPIDLY

160 ART PIECES IN 2022 COMPARED TO 58 IN 2023

WHAT WAS I DOING 2 YEARS AGO????

[yardsards]

surrounding myself with a bubble of diversity and self love and body positivity online and then being exposed to normies who actually care about conventional beauty standards feels so fucking bizarre. like you people just live like this??? are you not tired???

[elegyofthemoon]

It's still surprising to see people say that when they see the upcoming strike post I made that this is the first time they're hearing about it, especially because I've seen several posts now talking about the same strike.

That being said: regardless of what kind of blog you are, please spread the news about the genocide, the strikes, boycotts, etc.

Even if you are a small blog, spreading word allows for more people to know what's going on and also do their part in protests and strikes, and maybe even the right people will be able to do more than what you're able to do.

And reminder: there is an upcoming strike on February 18th-25th. Prepare accordingly, protest, boycott, call your reps, and spread the word so more people are aware.

[waterfalls-of-lemonade]

it is my day of birth

[pedanther]

why *is* your avatar a mallard duck anyway, i'm not sure i've ever known? i have a vague memory that the username is a portmanteau of "pedant" for obvious reasons (/affectionate) and "panther" for pink panther related reasons that are completely opaque to me, but none of this seems relevant to ducks at first glance.

The avatar and the username are not connected, except in that they date to the same early years of my online existence. The username derives from an old joke about the Pink Panther's career as a pest exterminator, but that's another story.

The story of the mallard begins many years ago, when I was Very Young, and a relative gave me a toy duckling, with pale blue down on the outside and a squeaker on the inside. With the originality of the Very Young, I named him Donald.

I used to imagine Donald going on adventures, and in particular, once I'd latched on to Doctor Who, Donald going on adventures through space and time in a toy car which I had decided was a disguised TARDIS.

Years passed, and I went to college, and started hanging out online in the places where we hung out before Tumblr had been invented, and made some of the friends I still hang out with now. One of them was @capricorn-0mnikorn, who founded a Doctor Who flavoured online roleplaying-collaborative storytelling thing that ran for several years. When it came to the point of inserting myself into the story, I couldn't quite make the leap to considering myself interesting in my own right, so I revived Donald the intrepid space-time adventurer and his TARDIS and cast myself as his sidekick.

When I wanted a picture to represent Donald, I picked one out of a picture book I'd also had since I was Very Young. The colouration isn't really right, but it seemed appropriate to use something that I'd also had for a long time, and in the full sized picture the mallard has a mischievous twinkle in his eye that is very Donald.

More time passed, and online spaces came and went, and it became common for user profiles to expect an avatar image. I started using the mallard picture at first because I was still hanging around with many of the same people who'd been there for the collaborative storytelling thing, and I've kept using it since because I'm the kind of person who finds it easier to make a choice once and then consider it done with unless and until I have some reason to change it.

[hel7l7]

I don't know how to talk about this

[trans-cuchulainn]

i know this is the Unhinged About Blorbos website but at the same time isn't it just a little bit embarrassing coming back after you had a particularly unhinged moment and now you're like. okay it's fine. I'm normal again. but the evidence of how not-normal you were feeling earlier is still there and potentially spreading

[notbrucewayne48]

"aphobia doesn't exist"

bitch literally not that long ago an aroace youtuber animator was insulted by almost half of its community for being it