#like I can’t tell if I’m being overly sensitive abt it

[spinobsessed]

MLP Kins

first is Twilight Sparkle

I kin twilights autistic traits. She stims, has “tantrums” (they’re not necessarily meltdowns/shutdowns but are an outburst), bad at keeping secrets, basically all the stuff she learns before becoming a princess, her “twilighting”, takes stuff literally, has special interests, dislikes change, sometimes can’t tell her own emotions, and plans for everything that doesn’t need planning (I got all this from TikToks btw I’m not observant enough to notice all these things)

Next is Fluttershy

I also kin her autistic/personality traits. She struggles to meet new people, easily talks abt her spins, is shy and quiet but louder when you get to know her, poor time management, misinterpret things, enjoys being in the background but still part of things, and overly sensitive

Next is Pinkie Pie

Pinkie pie was one of the first characters I ever kinned, I kin her personality as a whole; aside from her blatant extrovertedness towards strangers and love for parties and sweets. She is my unmasked autism, she was me when I was younger and was my favorite for a loooong time before wind Whistler and Celestia came along

Last is Derpy Hooves

I kin Derpy’s personality and autistic traits as a whole. She is forgetful (hence her other name, Ditzy Doo), clumsy, and has a spin. There isn’t much to her since she’s a fan loved character and not meant to rlly have substance but I relate to her fully either way

honorable mention: Wind Whistler

(She’s the blue and pink pony) Wind Whistler is my favorite character out of the entire franchise, I kind of kin her. I relate to her logical thinking, although it doesn’t go to the point where my emotions don’t get in the way like it does for her. Sometimes I catch myself talking formally like she does too

[marsgod]

Hi there! Can I have a genshin matchup with a male genshin character? (No minors because I’m an adult). My pronouns are they/them btw! about me~

💕 I’m an introvert and being around people for a long time exhausts me. I often don’t know what to say or how to react in conversations so I’d prefer someone who’s not overly sensitive as I can be very straightforward. I’ve been told that I have a good sense of humour, and I would definitely like my partner to be easy going and someone who I can joke around with. I’m quite rational and I tend to make decisions based on my rationality and logic. My flaws are I an a huge over thinker and times, and that I get annoyed easily. To sum it up, my personality is basically like Shenhe’s.

💕 my hobbies are studying (I like science and I’m eager to learn new things), fashion (I’m good at makeup and doing nails and I’ve been told I have a good fashion sense. I’d love to have a partner who I can dress up and practise makeup on!), skiing and I like adrenaline activities like roller coasters and I want to go skydiving.

💕for an ideal first date, I like going to cute cafes, since I like the quiet atmosphere. I also ideally would like dates to amusement parks but I prefer a quite and ambiance atmosphere. As for an ideal partner, someone who doesn’t mind my flaw, easy going, someone I can joke around with, someone who doesn’t mind pranks and someone who acknowledges that I need time off from people. I don’t get along with overly sensitive people and people who are way too clingy.

💕 my love language is gift giving, and I prefer to receive words of affirmation and quality time. I don’t however like physical touch too much.

that should be it thanks sm!! (Also if I send in another ask abt whether u received my request im Not rushing you pls take ur time my tumblr’s been rlly weird lately and a lot of my asks don’t go through but yeah, pls take your time!)

╰┈➤ I’d match you with… Itto!

Itto doesn’t take much seriously, not unless it’s a direct threat of some sort, but isn’t at all phased by ppl being straightforward

will definitely ask if it’s scientifically possible for you to make him a time machine or something

Words of affirmation is something you’ll be receiving often

will let you practice makeup and dress him up, will beg for you to give him rainbow nails if you can

will race to see who can ride the most rides at an amusement park, always ends up folding after the first ride

tbh he’s kinda lowkey highkey scared of skiing, he genuinely can’t get his head around it

Loves any gift you give him, even if it’s as small as a rock, he’s putting it on a shelf and taking it every where to show off

runs indefinitely based on the first thing in his head, or that you say, so unless you physically pull him back you there’s no thinking

awkward at cafes, simply cause most of them are small, but likes the food and will try to insist that you both could make so much mora making your own cafe!!

until you tell him how it’d actually work

still likes cafés

“I’m not giving up, I’m just giving you a break from the roller coasters- Would want you throwing up now, would we?”

[hecrtfelt]

( fah  yongwaree,  24,  cisfemale,  she/her ) *  hey,  i’m  looking  for  the  office  of  nan  malai.  they’re  the  pilot  who’s  known  around  the  office  as  the  crybaby,  if  that  helps  ?  not  to  be  a  gossip,  but  i’ve  heard  that  they’re  hardworking  but  overly  sensitive,  is  that  true  ?  i  also  heard  that  they’re  the  one  who  quite  literally  cried  in  the  club.  anyways,  here’s  the  coffee  they  ordered.  (  admin  sabrina,  21,  she/her,  est  )

hello  everyone........  this  is  my  baby........  my  princess..........  but  also..........  santos’  mf  babymama  >:)

also  i  will  only  be  using  medium  gifs  for  her  bc  all  i  HAVE  are  medium  gifs  of  her  FALKJFAJLKF

tws:  pregnancy just up there ^,  alcohol  &  drug  mentions

*  statistics  .

full name:  nan  boonsri  malai nicknames:  n/a star sign:  cancer height:  5′4″ hometown:  silom,  thailand  (  10  years  )  /  manhattan,  new  york  (  13  years  ) orientation:  heterosexual office  occupation:  pilot !! positive  traits:  determined,  intelligent,  humble negative  traits:  reserved,  emotional,  impulsive alcohol  /  drug  usage:  mostly  social  for  the  former,  but  she  will  cry  into  a  bottle  of  wine  on  her  couch  every  now  and  then.  does  not  partake  in  any  drug  usage  (  griffin  somewhere  just  went  ???  really  ???  ) theme  song:  crybaby  by  melanie  martinez character  inspo:  bubbles  (  ppg  )  ,  wanda  maximoff  (  marvel  )  ,  izuku  midoriya  (  mha  )  ,  charlie  (  perks  of  being  a  wallflower  )  ,  princess  tiana  (  disney  )  ,  mary  stuart  (  reign  )  ,  bonnie  (  htgawm  )  ,   rue  &  cassie  (  euphoria  ) aesthetics:  expensive  jewelry  kept  in  a  childhood  box,  the  sound  of  raindrops  hitting  a  glass  window,  rosy  but  raw  noses,  a  crisp  white  windowsill  lined  with  dying  plants,  and  that  freeing  breath  of  fresh  air   secret:  can’t  tell  u  but  super  juicy  n  shocking

*  brief  backstory  .

nan  grew  up  wealthy.  she  and  her  older  brother  had  everything  they  ever  needed  courtesy  of  her  successful  pilot  father.  her  father  was  actually  contacted  by  rolfe  masters  one  day,  with  a  job  offer  that  would  double  his  already  generous  salary !!  so  why  would  you  ever  say  no  to  that  !!  their  family  packed  up  and  moved  to  america,  settling  happily  and  comfortably  into  the  upper  east  side.  nan’s  mom  was  a  socialite  and  doesn’t  have  a  real  occupation  (  even  though  she  was  offered  a  spot  on  a  season  for  the  real  housewives  of  new  york.  she  couldn’t  think  of  a  tagline  quick  enough  )  ,  and  it  was  expected  of  nan  to  do  the  same.  marry  rich  and  chill,  you  know  ?  but  her  father  had  taken  her  and  her  brother  on  so  many  flights  back  in  the  day  that  she  couldn’t  envision  a  life  that  wasn’t  surrounded  by  clouds.  her  mom  didn’t  absolutely  love  that  and  was  reluctant,  but  let  her  become  a  pilot  anyways.  so  her  and  her  brother  attended  the  same  prestigious  aviation  school.  he  works  for  luxury  airplane  lines  now,  and  she  got  offered  a  spot  at  masters  the  day  after  her  father  resigned  to  retire.  now  she’s  your  fav  pilot  :)  if  rolfe  sent  you  out  of  state  for  a  meeting  and  you  got  on  a  jet,  9/10  chance  it  was  her  flying  that  jet

*  her  personality,  summarized  .

A  CRYBABY.  BIG  BOO-HOO  BIG  BAWLIN  CRYBABY  !!  she  is  sooOOOooOoOOO  sensitive  and  takes  literally  everything  to  heart.  gets  overwhelmed  and  anxious  super  easily  (  except  when  she’s  in  the  air.  it’d  be  so  bad  if  she  got  overwhelmed  and  anxious  in  the  air  LFJAKJFAJK  ).  don’t  frown  at  her  bc  she  will  take  it  personally  and  go  home  and  cry  about  it  for  4  business  hours.  u  can  def  have  a  conversation  with  her  and  she’s  not  mean  v  often,  but  she  just  takes  things  wAY  out  of  proportion  frequently

*  wanted  connections  . 

exes  (  open  to  m  /  nb  ):  PLS  PLS  PLSSSS   give  me  heartache,  give  HER   heartache unrequited  crush  (  open  to  m  /  nb  ):  gimme  someone  who  literally  has  made  it  so  clear  that  they  do  nOT  feel  anything  for  nan  and  she’s  like  *caillou  voice*  what  :D?  and  constantly  getting  herself  upset  and  hurt  bc  she  liKES  THIS  PERSON  and  they  don’t  like  her  BACK unrequited  crush  but  backwards  (  open  to  any  ):  no  cuz  imagine  someone  having  a  crush  on  NAN  but  she’s  too  busy  pining  after  someone  else/being  dramatic  to  ever  notice  😩✋🏾    fwb  (  open  to  m  /  nb  ):  u  know  the  drill.  she  WILL  think  u  hate  her  if  u  stop  texting  her,  tho ex-friend  (  open  to  any  ):  PLSSSSS  I  LOVE  THIS  TOO enemy  (  open  to  any  ):  she’s  soft  af  but  also  cares  about  her  job  n  being  the  best,  so  i  can  see  there  being  some  RIVALRIES  somewhere.  or  maybe  they  don’t  get  along  for  OTHER  reasons  too flkaflkjafj. don’t   think   she   won’t   clap   back   just   cuz  her   hands   r   shaking best  friend  (  open  to  any  ):  she  needs  ONE,  okay.  can’t  have  miss  girl  talkin  to  her  crystallized  wine  glass  bc  she  doesn’t  have  a  friend KFALJFLJ bad  infleunce  (  open  to  any  ):  SOMEONE  TAKE  THIS  GIRL  OUT  TO  A  MF  BARRRRRRRR  AND  TRY  TO  GET  HER  TO  LOOSEN  UP  PLS  N  THANKS.  like  she  needs  someone  who’s  trying  to  get  her  to  leave  her  shell  and  be  more  bold  and  assertive  !! family  (  open  to  thai  fcs  ):  self-explanatory !!

i  love  brainstorming  so  hmu  to  talk  abt  other  potential  plot  ideas  !!  discord  works  best  for  me  so  lmk  if  u  need  my  name  !!

[threeminutesoflife]

Cry Me a River?

Cutthroat Writing Challenge Pairings: Bucky x Reader word count: 1.5k warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, hormones, I don't really do angst- so humor it is.lol Summary: Reader’s annoyed w/ her boyfriend’s teasing abt being overly sensitive- asks Loki to play a trick on Bucky.

a/n: @sherrybaby14​  drabble challenge game- fun idea, Scream Queen- but damn- these prompts.lol you’re evil and fun, all rolled into one.

prompts:  Netflix and Chill with Bucky-- Sabotage one:  Bucky has to break down sobbing at some point, full on hysterics.  Sabotage two:  Can't use the word "and" at all. Anywhere.

Bucky Barnes was an asshole.

You had it. Bucky Barnes was toast; charbroiled to a crisp. You'd crack him apart like a panini sandwich, making sure you'd get that satisfying crunching sound. You needed to hear him whimper as his insides strung themselves out like melted cheese. Yes, that’s just how you wanted him.

~~

“Loki, I have a proposition for you.” “As much as I am enthralled at the vision of your legs wrapping around my scepter, I do not believe the ill-mannered Barnes would approve.” “Does that mean you're out?”  “Hardly. Clarify the proposition.” “Here's the thing, I need help with getting back at him.” “Propose away, darling.” “...Aren't you first going to ask me why, Loki? I mean, I'm only doing it because he's always calling my oversensitive-” “Don't make this conversation grow tiresome.”

~~

Bucky was hot, horribly so. Uncomfortably, so. Standing in front of the fan set on high, air conditioner as low as possible, boxers only covering his rump- he found no relief.

His back hurt, his feet hurt. His stomach ached but he kept craving food. Salty food, sweet food, deep fried food. The pound of chocolate from earlier helped curb some of his cravings- momentarily. Pressing his forehead to the fan's guard, he couldn't help but wonder what the hell was wrong with him?

“Hey!”

Bucky jolted away from the fan at the sound of your voice, quickly pulling on a pair of gym shorts, “Yeah- hey. Hi baby, what's going on?”

You quickly took in Bucky's uncomfortable, sweaty appearance, “Whatcha doin'?”

“Nothing. You still want to train? Or we could skip today, maybe watch a movie? Maybe skip the movie- I feel like we don't get to really talk much anymore. It'd be nice to have some time to reconnect. How about a walk, grab an ice cream, play a card game?”

Eyeing him, you smiled. Yep, Loki's hormonal trick seemed to working nicely.

“Nah, we talk enough,” you said casually. “Let's just stick to the training schedule.”

Bucky immediately scoffed, “What's that mean? Are you implying I talk too much?”

“Whoa,” your eyebrows furrowed. “No? I'm not saying that at all. I just meant-”

“What. What did you mean?”

Okay, maybe Loki gave too much Asgard hormones, you thought.

“Oh! That's really great, you're just going to stand there being silent now? Because I try, I try so hard. I try, so much. But it just feels like you're only taking, never giving.”

“You asking for head, Bucky?”

Your attempt to lighten the mood was not well-received.

“No y/n, I am not! Newsflash, I can control my urges. I'm not an animal. God, why does everything have to be about sex with you?”

Now you were thoroughly confused on what to say next and definitely losing ground quickly, “Okay, Okay. Just calm down, Bucky-”

“Are you seriously telling me to calm down, right now? That is so rude!”

You gulped, “I'm sorry?”

“Why- Why are you saying that like it's a question?! You're either sorry- or you're not. So are you? Are you sorry? Do you even know what you're sorry for, hmm?”

“Okay- okay. Can we please start over again, Bucky? I'm honestly, confused on what's happening.”

“God, that is just like you. Never listening. We are so far from okay!”

Bucky stormed past you, slamming the door behind him as he left you in the bedroom. You stood there in the aftermath of a confusing, chaotic argument. Jesus, it's freezing in here.

~~

Wailing.

That was the only word for it. It was like Bucky was getting paid to mourn. Bucky cried, Bucky cried a lot. Throughout the whole week. Not surprisingly, Loki with his scepter were nowhere to be found.

Bucky's waterfall of tears started when you both sat down to watch the next movie on your list. That was a mistake. That was a terrible Disney mistake. Bucky saw Steve as the fox, Tod; him as the hound, Copper. They grew up together, elements forced them apart. It was a night filled of sorrow- accompanied by hair petting, his.

But today was filled with inconsolable sobbing, snot trails with red, crusted eyes.

“What is that?” Wanda came into the living room, “It sounds like animals being slaughtered.”

“My fault. All my fault,” you confessed. If you had a white flag, you would have waved it several days ago. “Mind zap me, Wanda. I can't even believe I brought this upon us.”

“Why is he crying this time?”

“I explained to him what boy bands were.”

“So?

“Told him Lance Bass was given an opportunity to go to the moon.”

Louder wailing bounced off the walls.

“You better fix this before Steve comes back from that mission,” Wanda hissed.

Sighing at the shit-filled mess of your own doing, you asked, “You think Thor will help even out Bucky's hormones? God of Fertility and all?”

Wanda shook her head, “Ugh, I want nothing to do with this but it's worth a try.”

~~

“Up,” Bucky said. 

Your back against the wall, your ass in Bucky's hands. You wrapped your legs around his waist, ankles locked together as you circled your arms around his shoulders.

“Can't fucking believe you did that to me,” he grunted out, teasing his tip against your slit.

“You deserved it. Now, fuck me without tears.”

He had slowly begun caressing his tip along your wetness, parting your folds- but then stopped abruptly at your words. Bucky stood there with your ass cheeks in each of his hands, refusing to entering you any further.

Rocking your hips forward, trying to slide yourself down his length, “What are you doing? Why aren't you moving?”

“How bad do you want it?”

“Bucky, if you don't fucking fuck me right the fuck now-”

“You'll what? I literally have you in the palm of my hands,” he said by squeezing your ass.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you vised your thighs together around his waist. Shooting your hand forward, you grabbed his nipple to twist.

“Christ- Fuck- Stop!” Bucky let your bottom go as you scrambled closer to his torso so you wouldn't fall. “Damn, that hurts,” he whined as he wildly rubbed his chest.

“Oh, I'm sorry. Tits still sensitive?” you mocked.

Bucky only grumbled as he continued to rub the nipple back into its original place.

Biting your lip to quiet your moan, you took advantage of his distraction by sliding yourself down on him.

Bucky groaned at your tightness as he brought his hands back to cradle your ass. “What am I, just a piece of meat to you?”

“Bucky, I love your voice but shut-”

Bucky cut you off with a thrust, causing you to tilt you head back with a moan, “Need to teach you a lesson, baby girl.”

You clenched your walls around him, “I apologized, I'm sorry.”

Bucky kneaded your ass, fingers sliding over your rim as he bent his legs for move leverage. “Lean back.”

Your shoulder blades pressured against the bedroom wall and your smooth, strong thighs wrapped around his waist. Your hands on his shoulders helped lift and lower yourself along Bucky's cock, your own pace took over his.

“How sensitive are your, baby?” Bucky's hand covered your breast, slowly rolling your nipple between his fingers. “So responsive. Feel you tightenin' on me.”

“Too much,” you panted, “talk.”

You raised yourself up to cover your mouth over his.

Biting your lip, Bucky squeezed your breast. “Chase the high, baby girl. Tighten those legs around me.”

Bucky cupped your face, kissing you again. His fingers trailed your jawline before he tapped them against your mouth, “Suck.”

Wet fingers passed over you chin, he moved his large hand down between your thighs. Damp fingers over your nub, he applied more pressure at your response.

“Come on, baby,” he whispered against your neck, “tell me you like it.”

“Love it, Bucky- so much,” you murmured breathlessly. Your core tightening, your release close.

“Know you do.” Bucky thrust hard up into you causing you to gasp. “Such a good, pretty girl. All fucking wet for me.”

You moaned at the feeling of him- hard inside you. You dug your fingers into his shoulders as you chanted his name.

“Close, baby?” Bucky's breath hot against your neck. “Is my good girl, going to cum on my cock?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, “so close.”

“Good.” Bucky removed his hand from your clit, and brought it up to unlatch your arms around his shoulders.

He unlocked your legs around his hip and slid his cock out. You watched it bob up against his stomach as he stepped away from you.

You stood there confused, aching for a release that was seconds away. Two more thrusts, you would have shattered.

Bucky palmed himself as he took in your confusion. Smirking at your reaction, he stroked himself faster. Your eyes wide, the bewildered angry expression had him make another stroke, another twist on his shaft. He pumped his cock at your naked rage.

Stepping up to you, he found his release as he painted your stomach with cum. Lightly circling his sensitive tip along your soft skin, he said, “Hell hath no fury...but revenge is a dish best served cold.”

Bucky Barnes was an asshole.

[dayoung-remade]

tea on all moon signs 👀 ,, and also i !! really !! love !! your !! blog !! my heart flips everytime u post ajhssjsjdj 😤💓💘💞💖❤

[vinilsoup]

ok so this is a vent post caus is 2am and i woke up in pain, and im sad. Under the read more bc probably will be negative

My whole life has been a big mess. My parents were old and had an overly anxious kid (me), my mom had depression and treated me as an equal and not as a fucking child and i didnt have maturity to deal with her problems, and i started showing signs of depression really early. But instead of getting me into theraphy they put me into meds, and they always blamed me for my bad behaviator once I hit like 10 yo but like they only listened to me and my problems if i made a big deal abt it otherwise it was brushed off. They always complained to me that people said I was spoiled and it was true and somehow it was my fault and not theirs. I always felt that if I never had been born they would be happier, bc I only caused trouble and didn’t exactly knew what I did wrong. If they were in a good mood, they wouldn’t even be mad, but if I did the same thing in a bad day it was suddently a big deal.

That would have been enought to traumatize me for a long time, but idk i guess i pissed off some god or something in a past life bc I literally had to see my mother suffer a long and painful death at a hospital when I was 14. I was very close to her and the only reason I didn’t started trying to kill myself earlier is bc she was able to calm me down always, not sure how. From her death foward my life goes to complete shit. Had only one person i was able to get close to after that, and it was a pretty toxic friendship for both of us(nowadays its my best friend but i cant deny the bad past). I was also very very lonely, didnt get along with my father bc my mom used to paint him as a monster to me and i still believed that and ended up blaming him for her death which i feel really bad abt bc he was literelly depressed after her death. He told me multiple times I was the reason he was still alive, the worst part is that my mom used to say the same thing for me while I was growing up. So when she died I literally felt I had no reason to be alive anymore. 

Oh yeah and I was born into the mormon church lmao and when my mom died i started to slowly stop going to the church activities and they got mad at me bc of it like ???? when I decided to stop going, the bishop came into my house without calling, just showed at the door, and told me even if I kept following the church rules,I would still not get to heaven bc I wasn’t going every sunday.  I had told him before that i still believed it but I didn’t feel like going anymore bc I got home depressed every time I stepped into that church. After that, I wasnt able to pray for about a year bc i was terrified god would tell me to go back to the church and i didn’t want that to happen. I felt like I was going to go to hell if god was real, bc i really used to believe the mormon shit.

When things started to get better, when me and my dad started getting along and I had finally found good doctors to help me with my suicidal tendendcies (I literally tried to kill myself every month for like 2 years), my dad died. I had just turned 18. I have several issues because of trauma. I can’t trust people, I always think they’re with me bc I agree with everything and people will hate me if I don’t. I still have a lot of trouble with sexual themes bc of the mormon, i feel like i can’t slight inconvenience people or they will hate me, i feel responsable for other people hapiness, and still am not able to find I reason I want to live, I always think to live for other people, I care too much about what other people think, I’m overly sensitive, I can’t stand up for myself without feeling I’m wrong, and usually I have a panic attack if I have to stabilish boundaries with someone who disrespects me. I don’t know how to fix this. I’m trying, but its so hard to not be afraid of other people.

The good part is that I stopped trying to kill myself every month, but it still happens ocasionally. But its still very hard to me to believe things will get better, like from the beginning my life wasnt easy, and it only got harder, I absolutely still feel like my mental illness is my fault and I’m not trying hard enought to ‘beat it”. Its just so unfair, I am not able to be dependable on other people bc i feel like i can’t, i feel like i can’t be a burden and i always isolate myself. I’ve been in quarantine completely alone the last 5 months, and don’t have money to go see my family, and they seem like they don’t want me to go see them anyway. I live far from all my friends. I know this is a very bad thing but sometimes my friends tell me about their problems and I can’t take it seriously after all I’ve been thought. I try to, bc  i know what is like to not have you problems be taken seriously bc people think its not a big deal. Im very sensitive and never had my feelings taken seriously.

Like, Im supposed to believe it gets better?? It was always been hard, and I havent been able to actually enjoy life. Life was always painful and unkind to me. I had a friend who said he enjoyed life and I remember thinking he was insane, I didn’t understand, I thought life was shitty to everyone, but then I saw it wasn’t. Some people are happy. Some people don’t even have big problems. I never saw that friend of mine complain about anything. I feel bad about it bc i remember getting genuinely angry abt it, and I shouldnt be angry that other people have a good life, but I genuinely don’t understand why some people are so happy and in the other hand some people are so miserable. And I know I don’t have it that bad. It could be worse.

I’ve been dealing with my mental health my whole life, but most of the time I feel like I’m too broken to be fixed. That I never will have a life that makes me feel that being alive is worth it, because to me being alive feels like a sacrifice, it always felt. I’m scared, what if I’m never able to move foward? I don’t know if I have the strenght to fix by myself everything I have been throught. Ever since I was a kid I always said that I didn’t asked to be born and it stands to this day. I still feel responsible for my unhapiness, but I didnt ask to be me. I feel like if i was another person, id be able to deal better with all of this. 

I know its a very negative point of view, but right now its how i feel. I’m just tired, very tired.