#i will never know my true type for anything

[ohbabydollie]

schlatt dating a trust fund baby without him knowing or atleast the full extent of it and thinking he was the loaded one in the relationship until he meets her family (kinda like crazy rich asians type beat)

love ur stories btw 💕💕

thank you, thank you

schlatt always assumed he was the loaded one especially with how normal you seemed about talking with your family and growing up, never once bragging about having more or anything.

he assumed his family was probably slightly wealthier, you insisted on meeting his family. when it came to yours, you changed the topic and wanted to avoid bringing it up.

he assumed you had a falling out with them, maybe based on your choice to move away from them to texas or something else.

you never let him buy you expensive gifts, even when you had the same things for years and felt bad about him doing so anyways.

he assumed money held no value to you, which was decently true, just not in the way he thought.

and when it came to him meeting your family, you insisted on him not meeting your family, well not until he said he was ready to take anything they throw at him.

begrudgingly, you sent them a message, asking for a quick family reunion. nothing fancy is what you begged for but knowing your family, they would go all out.

first class tickets paid for by your mom, schlatt thought they just wanted you both to have comfortable traveling. a nice hotel for you two to stay in paid by your grandparents as a little gift when you said you would get a hotel instead of staying at the house. your father sending a chauffeur to pick you both up in one of the nicest cars you’ve seen the day he was going to meet them.

silently you prayed it wouldn’t change anything at all, especially not the way schlatt views you.

now you started to feel guilty for not being completely honest, moving to texas for a change of pace, something simple rather than the big homes you were used to. a job that had you on your feet 24/7 to know what it’s like to actually work for your money instead of having everything served to you on a silver platter.

how you were practically born with a golden spoon in your mouth, not even gold coated, pure gold.

it made you feel bad for telling schlatt that you moved out because they offered you a full ride in college and had a job to be able to pay whenever you went out with your friends.

as you both pulled up to the lavish house he asked, “is that the venue?”

you sighed, “no…that my childhood home” you said dreadfully looking at the house, watching as your family began pouring out of the house, dressed in what they would consider to be casual.

you awkwardly smiled at them and waved, waiting for the car to stop as you first stepped out, schlatt following behind.

they quickly surrounded you, all speaking at once, telling you to go inside, the gifts they had gotten you since they last saw you, etc.

then one of your aunts piped up, “and who’s this bum?”

“um, this is my boyfriend schlatt” you said looking back at your boyfriend.

he waved to them, feeling underdressed and confused seeing at they were wearing obviously lavish and higher quality clothing than him in his shorts and sweater.

“oh my, i hope he’s from old money based on the way he looks”

“Auntie!”

“what? he looks a little poor, we can fix him up if he can’t afford it” she says walking over to him

letting out a sigh, you immediately knew how long of a weekend visit this was going to be.

[turbulentscrawl]

Modern Reader Shorts

This is just a couple little blurb ideas I had that can't really be used for anything else. No warnings, really, it's mostly humor.

Luchino

“Your socks are mis-matched,” the professor announces offhandedly, sorting his notes. You’re laid out on the cushy chair in his ‘office,’ shoes off and legs dangling from one arm. And it’s true, your socks are different colors.

“Yeah, I couldn’t be bothered to find an actual pair this morning,” you answer. Luchino pauses and looks pointedly over at you, through his lashes, and squints a bit. That’s his thinking face, you note. Like he’s working through an equation.

“You’re not concerned about being judged for the state of your attire?” he asks.

“Not really. It’s not like anyone really sees my socks anyway.”

“Well, I’m seeing them now. It’s a messy look,” he finally says. There’s the smallest of smirks on his face as he says it. This is some unspoken test, a probe of your reactions. He does a lot of those.

“Okay, but you already know I’m a mess so what the fuck difference does that make?”

Luchino snorts a laugh at your response, and then coos a casual “touché.”

Frederick

“Has anyone ever told you ‘you have a slutty little waist’?” You call out to Fred. His fingers slip on the piano keys and the song comes to a cacophonous halt. He’s frozen still with his back to you—his dorito-looking back with its broad shoulders and snatched waist. You know by experience the man is boney as hell, so how dare he have such a silhouette?

“N-“ Fred coughs, voice croaking. “No, I can’t say that they have.” You can’t see his face, so you wonder if it’s shock or humor that makes him stutter.

“Well, you do,” you reply. A long silence settles over the room. He never dares to look at you, but you think you see pink turning at the tip of his ear.

“Was there anything else?” he asks. His fingers hesitantly move to restart the song.

“Nope. I just thought you should know.” You suppress a giggle as Fred clears his throat and begins playing again.

Robbie (platonic, obviously)

“There’s…games on this?” the too-tall headless boy asked, holding your phone in his discolored hands. He’d been asking around for a playmate all evening, until he found you. You weren’t much of a hide-and-seek type of person, however, and thought this might entertain him a bit in the meantime.

“Sure is! I’ve got crosswords, sudoku, Candy Crush, plenty of stuff!” You reach and tap around on your phone’s screen, pulling up the list of games you’d downloaded to pass the time, when you still lived in a place where there was time to pass. Candy Crush springs to life on the screen and Robbie flinches, nearly dropping your phone.

“It’s so bright…and loud,” he muttered. It was half awe, and half distress, you thought. Too stimulating for the boy, perhaps. You tried sudoku instead—it was a dark screen with no music, but by the time you’d explained the rules to Robbie, he was limp and snoozing against your shoulder.

[partysystem]

having disorders that cause identity confusion & being hyperfixated on typology is a match made in hell i think

[5hrignold]

this is all i got

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]

saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[uncanny-tranny]

Something I always wonder with the whole: "The lazy populous doesn't want to work!" is if it's only being said to keep minimum wage at the very, very lowest end of 'survivability.'

The "lazy worker" isn't truly a problem. The employers are.

[antisocialgaycat]

Someday tumblr is going to be gone, or I will, and that's ok. It's sad, yes, but at least I will have known you. At least I'll still be able to quote terrible posts with my friends, at least I'll be able to look back and remember all these people who are closer to me than anyone I knew before. This site has gotten shit, but at least we've been here together. At least I met you.

[earl-grey-love]

I feel much more focused after lessening my amount of romantic f/os. It's so much more peaceful 🥰

[heartbeetz]

I NEED to get back into oc f/os. I just remembered my old casino themed anthro shark guy. He never got a solid enough ref sheet (or lore, really) for me to feel comfortable making him one of my f/os but maybe I should remedy that at some point. Big Jack.........

[beginnerblueglass]

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[skullgirls]

today my best friend came over and we sat on the couch for five hours discussing particular types of therapy and how strange they sound until you try them, broke people food, college friend drama, our ever-evolving respective tastes in music, witchcraft, twenty one pilots’ soon to be released album, and grad school woes. we ate sandwiches from the good italian deli and sat in near silence because omg-so-good

we have both had a rough couple of weeks so it was a slightly more low energy event than usual but a nice time nonetheless

this friend lived with us for a couple of months a little while ago and now he lives 56 miles away, which isn’t a lot but between work and school and Life means that we don’t see him very often so we (including the cats who Don’t Like Many People) were very happy to see him. it was a nice afternoon

[goldensunset]

‘enjoyer’ to me has two meanings. it either means you’re a “fake fan” who hasn’t actually properly read/watched/played the media for yourself and you don’t know that much about it but you like it on a surface level and that’s enough for you, or it means you have done the above but you refuse to participate in fandom culture online for it lest discourse and negativity end up ruining you and so you just enjoy it peacefully by yourself. i think this is an excellent term btw

[piplupod]

fighting back a complete panicked breakdown bc i am so behind on schoolwork and i feel like i dont know what im doing anymore in any of this aaaaaaa

[magicgrotto]

i keep having dreams about SH (:

[fingertipsmp3]

About to bawl my fucking eyes out over this OCD blog I just found

[mxdotpng]

the soremik in my head is so vastly different from anyone elses idea of them that i fear if i ever speak out on the subject i'll have rocks thrown at me. but once again they are allowed to look but never touch. you have to expect this from me by now.