#incredibly scornful

[egginfroggin]

I don't mean to sound complainy, but one of my pet peeves is when ads, books, or what-have you talk about diabetes being a reversible condition and utterly refuse to specify what kind of diabetes they're talking about.

For those who may not know (and I don't blame you, diabetes is a very complex issue):

Type 1 diabetes is a condition that results from the body attacking itself by specifically destroying insulin-producing cells in the pancreas. These cells, the islets of Langerhans, do not regenerate or divide, and are permanently gone when they die. Type 1 diabetes cannot be reversed, only treated.

Type 2 diabetes is a condition wherein the body does not metabolize carbohydrates, insulin, or glucagon (a hormone produced and stored in the liver; raises blood sugar when released) properly, causing a rise in blood sugar. It may involve insulin resistance or overutilization of glucagon, among other things. In some cases, type 2 diabetes can be reversed, usually through diet and exercise (however, this is not a certain outcome, and some people may need medication).

To summarize:

Type 1 diabetes: body does not produce enough insulin. Permanent condition. Symptoms managed.

Type 2 diabetes: body does not utilize insulin or carbohydrates properly. May be reversed. Often treated with diet and exercise, in addition to medication, if patient is overweight.

Needless to say, that is a very distinct difference! One may even say crucial! After all, they are two conditions that have similar outcomes, but very different causes.

You do not tell a type 1 diabetic, "oh just exercise and eat better, it'll fix it," because, I am so sorry to disappoint, we do not know pancreatic necromancy. If we did, well, then, type 1 wouldn't be an issue, now would it?

I feel like it really isn't hard to put in the two words, "type 2," before "diabetes" in your advertisement or book, yet I keep seeing it. Yes, I know that most diabetics have type 2, but still -- is it really so hard?

(Yes I'm bitter. Back in my wee days of diabetes, when I was still using syringes and lamenting the sheer number of carbs in cake, I was severely disappointed upon finding that the majority of sources claiming that diabetes wasn't permanent were referring to the type that I specifically did not have. Very disappointed. Rub it in, why don't you.)

So, yes, please specify! It could very much save an already-stressed child, teenager, or even an adult (as type 1 can surface in adults as well) a good two hours of fuming and lamenting their lot in life.

Also you'll have fewer enemies with needles at their disposal.

[notonlymice]

Emilie de Ravin as Brooke Stevens in A Lover Scorned (2019) [part 3]

[tragedykery]

[ID: text from a day of fallen night, reading, “‘Farfetched as it sounds, yes. [start highlight.] He was seen in the haithwood, performing a ritual, dressed as if to mock a sanctarian. [end highlight.] His followers, who fled before they could”. the text cuts off there. /end ID]

I know this is such a trivial detail but it’s genuinely been haunting me since I read this part. the clothing of a follower of the original religion of inysca, seeming to mimic that of a sanctarian of the six virtues? “mocking,” through a secret ritual that is not meant to be seen, especially not by those that are supposedly being mocked?

I think it’s the other way around. that the sanctarian robes are based on “heathen” ones. I don’t know if was deliberate or not, whether galian chose it because it was familiar to his people, to ease the (forced) conversion, or just because it was familiar to him. but most likely, the sanctarian robes are a remnant of the original religion of inysca, still visible in the six virtues, and it probably isn’t the only one. how ironic, then, that heathens are persecuted in the name of virtudom, even as their religion lives on in the other. that what they now deem “heresy” stands at the very foundations of their own religion.

[pine4pple-b0i]

john was literally trying so hard in the epilogue for his family and continuously felt like he was fucking up. i can’t help but pity the poor man

[orcelito]

I'm actually appalled at how much naruto shippuden filler I've skipped before. Like the prior two arcs were whatever. Kind of interesting, gave some extra perspectives on a few characters, but Eh

This third one, though. It's really going into Utakata to the point where I'm like. I can't believe I've always skipped this??? It's so interesting!!!! I really do hope that Naruto gets to learn he's a jinchuuriki too, bc even tho he's gonna get slurped up by that statue too, for Right Now at least, there's another jinchuuriki here. And Naruto has only met one before now (since he hasn't met Killer Bee yet). I think he deserves to get to know his fellow jinchuuriki.

[il-predestinato]

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[sageofthestrange]

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bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /[your muse] is the good influence  /[your muse] is the bad influence  /[my muse] is the good influence  /[my muse] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /[your muse is mines] childhood crush  /[my muse is yours] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [from your muses side]/  unrequited [from my muses side]/  unrequited [from both sides]/  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]/  soulmates  [ literal ]/  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [on your muse]/  cheating [with your muse]/  other

FAMILIAL.     siblings [half]/  siblings [step]/[my muse] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /[my muse] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /[my muse] is a parental figure to yours  /[my muse] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /[your muse] is taken under mines wing  /[my muse] is taken under yours wing  /  other [kin-sisters/blood of the covenant vibes]

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based off professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

[thermesiini]

also like as scary and miserable as it was being alone for a while it did help me more strongly develop some independent thought and stop blindly agreeing with whatever group i’m in because i was so terrified of being disliked

[true-blue-sonic]

HIII BLUEEEE, I feel like since Silver's so used to extremely warm temperatures in the future, when he comes to the past and feels a very strong, cold breeze he would physically cringe

Hello! ^-^ In New Beginnings, Silver also was quite wiry and underfed because he didn't have enough food in his ruined future, so that probably makes it even worse for him. Not that he's going to listen to anyone telling him to put on a jacket, though. Some things you can only learn for yourself when experiencing the horrible cold that transpired if you do not do them, or at least that goes for Silver XD Though, eventually he gets better at cold tolerance and also gets a bit more flesh on his bones and thicker fur, so he'll be alright in the end. In the meantime, he's not gonna let some cold withhold him from going outside, luckily.

[roobylavender]

i am confused by the notion that the narrative against jason can’t be classist simply bc he’s white. even moreso by the idea that saying his narrative is classist means exculpating him of blame for what he does in under the red hood. ironically enough the problems that exist with red hood and its own classist approach to criminal justice likely stem from the classist approach to his character that had been building up since he died. constantly rewriting him to be mean and prone to violence from the outset comparative to other characters in context of his background, and the pre-existing fact that bruce believed he saved jason from a life of crime by adopting him, were thereby used to justify jason’s inherent moral depravity. he was afforded no personhood after his death bc he was either reminisced on as the failure or portrayed in flashbacks as the criminally inclined kid bruce picked up off the streets before he inevitably took a darker turn, and bruce wasn’t able to save him enough to combat that inclination. that’s the history winick was building off and ultimately connected to red hood’s violent ideology. you can’t disconnect the two from each other and it doesn’t negate that under the red hood is a horrible book to admit that writers have exhibited extremely questionable views about poor people not only across batman comics but across comics at large

[certified-public-asshole]

So I’ve posted on here at least in tags about how much I don’t like my job… and today I messaged back two recruiters on LinkedIn (shudder) that had reached out to me about different opportunities and it is scarrrryyyy. I haven’t even updated my resume yet. but I want out of public accounting and I have to start somewhere… so here’s to somewhere… and to getting brave enough to go after it for real.

[kinnikubustanut]

:)

[martiniluvr]

dick needs more love like hello??

facesitting with dick and he's super onto it. he's drooling. and reader's thighs are trembling and she tries to move off b/c of the overstim but he holds her down firmly and just devours her.

I also feel like he cold cum just from eating her out like that.

the squeezing of her thighs, her shuddering breath and pleas and the dirty sounds from his tongue 🫠

anon….wow. I…I need to lie down. this is sooooo canon in my dick grayson is a munch agenda like yeah. that man lives and dies by the kitty. u literally get it. wow.

18+ minors dni

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

dick grayson can barely believe he’s talked you into this, but he’s not about to complain. you’re kneeling over his face with your hands planted on the headboard, biceps trembling as you try to keep yourself upright. his strong arms are clamped around your thighs, pinning you to him as his mouth works your sensitive cunt ravenously, drawing out a shaky whine from you. you try to wriggle away, which earns a scornful laugh from between your legs. god, why did he wait so long to ask you to do this?

he pulls you in even closer, sucking your tender clit with a gravelly moan. the vibrations send a shiver over your skin, and you instinctively buck your hips again, gasping loudly. dick looks up at you, his blue irises razor-thin around his blown-out pupils; you look fucking incredible like this. he doesn’t know whether to focus on the way you taste, or how good your tits look from this angle, or the pornographic sounds you’re making; all he knows is his cock is twitching at the mere sight of you, and he’s not sure he can keep this up for long.

he feels your slick dripping down his chin and jaw as he continues licking you hungrily, your pleas for him to slow down only encouraging him further. one of his hands comes around to grope your ass, coaxing you to grind yourself against him, and you let out another cry as his tongue spreads you open. your thighs begin to shake as his movements grow more urgent, and you try to pull away from his grip. not a fucking chance, baby.

his hands lock you into place, and his pace increases yet again as he groans into your pussy, his eyes fluttering shut as he feels his release creeping up on him. you dig your nails into the headboard, whining his name in a meek plea for mercy, but to no avail; the sound of his mouth against your wetness, the needy moans coming from beneath you, his large palms on your ass—it proves all too much, and your orgasm tears through you as your arms give out. your hands brace the mattress beneath you as you shudder, your fluids leaking out onto dick’s lips as your thighs squeeze his head lightly.

the feeling of your muscles tightening around him as your wetness coats his face is all it takes for the coil in his abdomen to snap; his cock twitches as his release spurts out onto his stomach, and he whines against your pussy, his head spinning. his grip on your thighs goes slack, and you shuffle back slightly so you can look down at his glistening face. a satisfied expression is plastered on his features, and his eyes are half-lidded as he licks the remnants of your climax off his bottom lip. you try to move off him, but his arms tighten around you again, a hungry smirk on his face. what makes you think he’s finished?

[twistedlovelines]

(Formerly from @/luna-the-moth)

Nicknames that would fluster the TWST boys most <3 (Riddle, Deuce, Azul, Malleus) Gn! Reader, SFW

Thank you for sending this in, nonnie!

Riddle is such a romantic at heart…the classics are near and dear to his heart. Time worn they may be, they are as lovely as ever when spoken from your lips. 

Darling 

(A classic! While it can be spoken with condescension, the fact that you speak it with consideration every time it passes through your lips will never cease to pause him right in his tracks.)

Sweetheart 

(He’s not used to being referred to as “sweet.” By his mother, or even by his fellow students. To know that you see him as someone “sweet,” deserving of kindness and love, , , whose heart hasn’t been fully shrouded by the thorns he has been forced to hold close to his chest , , , it makes him feel soft.) 

My Love 

(particularly if crooned into his ear. Very effective if you’re asking him for something. The possession, the devotion that comes with the nickname makes his heart beat quicker than the White Rabbit’s footsteps.)

Deuce is used to being called every nickname under the sun- mackerel, loser, minion, and countless more during his delinquent years. He’s been called “lovey” ones too, but never without sarcasm or scorn unless he was speaking to his mother. The first time you call him by a nickname (with kindness), he’s speechless.  

Baby

(Oh he’s melting as soon as he hears it. He’s used to being someone who’s more of an aggressor, and hearing himself be called baby sweeps that all away and reduces him to nothing more than a lovestruck boy. It’s such a tender, loving thing to be called and he wants to memorize the way your voice says it immediately. 

Puppy

(When he first hears this, he’s confused. Puppy? Do you see him as a puppy? Something cute and harmless?? Upon clarification, he feels heat rush to his cheeks. Having you explain that it means you’re fond of him, that you want to take care of him and cherish him , , , he’s short-circuiting the second it processes. 

Angel

(Might start tearing up if you call him this during a tender moment. He’s tried so hard to be good and grow from his past self , ,, to hear that you believe he’s an angel, a being known for being pure and kind; a guardian rather than an attacker , , , it makes him feel incredibly validated and he WILL be cuddly afterwards). 

Azul isn't used to being called nicknames without a bit of ulterior motive...to hear you speak them honestly and without reservation is terrible for his poor heart...

Babe 

(Azul is anything but casual. Calculated, purposeful, whatever you wish to call it. He’s used to calling clients “my dear,” or “my friend-” terms of endearment that are meant to sweeten and tie the deal. To hear you call him babe as if it’s simply a nickname, nothing more…it soothes any of his anxieties regarding your relationship instantly.)

Lovely

(He finds himself waiting a beat too long to respond, having expected you to say his name. When you don’t, he finds himself smiling a bit too smugly than what would be deemed normal. Who wouldn’t be, after their partner referred to them by “Lovely?” It’s not until later when he’s alone that he truly lets it sink in how much the nickname means to him. Lovely. You directly called him lovely. Not just described him as Lovely but you think he himself is Lovely. Oh.) 

My Heart

(Azul has a weird fixation on hearts. Assuming that you are a person whose species has only one heart, it makes him possessive. As an octopus mer, he has three hearts. All of which belong to you, mind. But knowing that he is your sole heart, your only love…it makes him smitten.)

Malleus is used to reading terms of endearment in storybooks and fairy tales, having fantasized about hearing them fall from his lover's lips from a young age. His imagination doesn't even compare to the real thing.

Mal (Spanish meaning of the word aside)

(He’s already unused to hearing someone speak his name without any titles or fanfare- you calling him a shortened version of his name catches him off guard in the most pleasant way. It’s intimate in a way “Malleus” isn’t. It’s familiar, comfortable in the way your eyes shine when you say it, devoid of fear or apprehension.) 

Dearest

(He’s possessive. You’re his first true friend and first lover. He knows you have other friends- Grim, the Adeuce trio, and so on and so forth. But to know that he is the one held closest to your heart as you are in his makes him nearly purr in delight. He’ll grin at that, a faint dusting of pink settling upon his cheeks.)

My Love

(Similar to “Dearest,” “My Love” is incredibly sweet to him. He’s read it in story books, after the knight has rescued the princess and they are to be wed. To know that he, a dragon and prince, has been deemed the love of his dear knight…he’ll want to be as close to you as physically possible for the rest of the day/night, already dreaming of how you would look in white…)

a/n: Please feel free to send in more requests, granted that you follow my rules and have looked over my masterpost! Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated <3

[ascesabo]

i love when tropes subvert expectations because they could have made the pirate king's son some douchebag antagonist or an obstacle to luffy's dream but instead we were given an older brother with so much love it still looms large even two years after his death. ace was born into a world that scorned him for existing, and still he found an endless reserve of unconditional love for luffy, enough for him to put his anger aside and raise this scruffy boy on his own. his father being the pirate king has been a thorn in his side for as long as he's been alive, yet he didn't hate luffy for making it his goal; instead, he went around showing off luffy's wanted poster and telling anyone who crossed his path that his little brother was going to become the king of the pirates.

and then he died with the sole regret of not being able to see luffy reach his goal, but he died happy to know that he was loved; that even if it changed nothing and didn't save him it was there. he got to die in the arms of the person who loved him the most, got to spend his final breaths thanking him for all the love they shared in the short time they were given together, and i think it's just so incredibly sweet and heartbreaking that of all the paths ace's character could have gone down, they chose one that had love at the center of it all.

[aaronsguccitie]

Savior

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You can’t seem to park your car. Luckily, Aaron helps.

Cw: non bau fem!reader, meet cute (kinda?), reader can’t parallel park, fluff, no use of yn

Word count: 1.2k

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The beeping sensor in the back of the car picks up again, sounding manically as you inch further into the car behind you.

Beep. Beep. Beepbeepbeepbeep—

You step on the brakes, the sound cutting off abruptly as irrational tears blur your vision. “Fuck.” You curse into the quiet of your car.

Wedged between two cars, you’re too close to both and somehow still halfway out of the parking space. Parallel parking has never been your strong suit, but now you’re stressed, running late, anxiety slicking the back of your clothes with sweat because this is the third time you’ve tried to squeeze yourself in the stupid spot and for some reason, every single resident of your town has decided to pay a trip to the supermarket at the exact same time you have so of course there’s no spare parking spots.

You bite your lip between your teeth, eyeing the small space between your car and the one in front of you. Should you try again? Your whole being protests at the idea, eyes watering and fingers tightening on the wheel as you contemplate another round of hell.

Maybe it’s fine to leave your car like this. Sure, it’s halfway out into the road and you could definitely get a ticket, but the thought of trying again makes you want to scream and cry and maybe ram your car into both the stupid vehicles caging you in from either side, trapping you like some sort of—

“Excuse me?” Someone taps on your window.

You startle. Turning to the window, you find a man bending down to look at you. He looks fairly harmless, middle-aged, mild concern in the crease between his brows. You lower the window, your cheeks burning. “Yes? Can I help you?”

Can he help you is the more accurate question. And he seems to think so too, because he clears his throat before saying, “I noticed you were having some trouble with the parking.” His voice is low, gentle and free of scorn as you bite back a grimace. “I thought maybe I could help?”

He phrases it as a question. Incredibly courteous of him, because if he’s been watching then you both know there’s no way in hell you’ll be able to park this car. At least not sometime in this century.

Traitorous relief rushes through your veins. Your muscles loosen, your hand dropping from the steering wheel and onto your lap. “Really?” You question, hoping you don’t sound as eager as you feel.

The man smiles. Two dimples carve their way into his cheeks; half moons. “Sure.” He nods, gesturing with his hand for you to get out of the car. 

You don’t need any more convincing. Unbuckling your seatbelt with slightly shaky fingers, you lift off the excessively warm seat and get out of the car. The rush of air cools the sweat on your back as you step next to him, noticing the warm brown of his eyes. They get warmer as he takes in the relieved look on your face and smiles.

“I’m Aaron by the way.” He holds out his hand, the smooth lilt of his voice doing something funny to your heart.

Wiping your sweaty palm on your clothes, you accept his handshake and introduce yourself, forcing your name through the dryness in your throat when you feel his large fingers encompassing yours.

“I don’t usually suck this bad at parking,” you find yourself needing to say, offering some sort of feeble defense for yourself when you fully take in just how much of your car is blocking the road.

Aaron’s lips tilt upward as he lets go of your hand. “I’ll take your word for it.” He gently brushes past you and into your car, murmuring, “Let’s see what we have here,” as he settles into your seat. His knees knock into the wheel and he adjusts the seat backward before shutting the door, leaving you watching as he pulls out of the parking space.

Aaron starts lining up your car parallel to the car in front. You wrap your arms around yourself, fiddling with a loose thread on your clothes as he inches your car further and further away.

Oh my god, the thought suddenly strikes, what if he steals the car? 

Immediately your heart picks up, your throat going dry as you grip your sides with your fists. Oh, shit fucking hell, you trusted a random man off the street to park your car, what if he steals the goddamn—

Aaron starts backing up into the parking space. 

You blow out a breath in relief, your heart still pounding as he spins the steering wheel with one hand, the muscles of his bicep bulging through his thin t-shirt. Unthinkingly, you latch onto that, your eyes tracing the curve beneath the cotton of his sleeve before traveling up to the shadowed line of his jaw as he eases your car between the two others. 

It only takes a minute. He doesn’t even need to adjust the car, slotting it neatly into the parking space without any excessive beeps reaching you through the open window. Another rush of embarrassment twists your stomach into knots because it was really that fucking easy, wasn’t it?

The man—Aaron—takes the key out of the ignition and steps out of the car, holding it out for you. 

“Thanks,” you smile tightly as you take it, still a little rigid at your own stupidity. He could’ve been a criminal for all you knew, a thief that could’ve all too easily driven off with your car and sold it to the highest bidder. Granted, a car thief with the warmest brown eyes you’ve ever—

“It was a tight spot.” Aaron says kindly, probably misreading your expression for embarrassment.

And he’s not entirely wrong. You eye the generous space he’d left both in front of the car and behind, more than enough room for all three of them to get out easily. Heat flares up in your cheeks again.

“Uh-huh.” You mutter, avoiding those eyes. “Thanks so much again.” You lock the car and try to muster a more genuine smile.

When he smiles back with dimples in his cheeks, the stiffness in your lips starts to soften. “Of course,” he murmurs, and the smooth baritone of his voice sends your stomach in knots again. “Maybe you should take my number—” Your brows raise into your hairline, “—just in case you need help taking it out.” Aaron continues hastily, reading the look on your face with ease.

You chew the inside of your cheek as you pretend to mull it over. It’s a no brainer, other than the fact that he’s a random stranger you met in the parking lot of a supermarket. His smile is warm and his dimples are deep—and he didn’t steal your car—really, that’s more than enough reason for you. The gold in his eyes is just a bonus, so you slide out your phone with a hum.

“I don’t think that’s likely,” you say, your skin tingling when he takes the phone from your hand with a smile, “but just to be safe.”

“Just to be safe.” Aaron agrees as he types his number in.

And with that, you enter the supermarket with a lot more than you bargained for.