#like me?? maam??? are you sure??

[mintjeru]

targeted advertising (it's working)

[cervideity]

Checking in for the night

[pickled-flowers]

I wonder what about me, a trans man with boobs, make people think I don't experience misogyny 🤔

[thyandrawrites]

I know rationally that on a website like ravelry it's normal to have a community of varied ages, especially for a craft like crochet

it still didn't stop me from feeling like

when someone with 60 ( s i x t y) years of experience just casually offered to test something for me

same energy as a professional painter looking in interest at their toddler's scribbles with crayon

like. I started crocheting a little over a year ago. I am but a humble infant next to you. but sure, knock yourself out dhsjskwi

I feel both extremely intimidated and also hugged by the comforting arms of my elders

[raineandsky]

#45

tw: amnesia

The hero is met with a much more enthusiastic hug than she expected, the superhero throwing his arms around her to give her a suffocating squeeze.

“Thank god you’re home, [Hero],” he mumbles into her shoulder, and in that moment it feels like she’s meant to be comforting him. “Thank god you’re safe. We were so– so scared.”

She nods stiffly, the motion bumping her chin into his arm. “It’s nice to be back. Sorry for… disappearing?”

The superhero leans back, his hands gripping her shoulders painfully tight. “It’s not your fault. Those villains downtown, it’s their fault. We’ll get you fixed up in no time, alright?”

She nods again, and he actually sees it this time. He doesn’t miss how her eyes scan the room uncertainly. “Hey, [Hero], it’s okay now.” He smiles softly, almost reassuring. “It’s over.”

“I– I think I just want to sleep for now.” She laughs shortly, but it sounds too forced. The superhero nods with non-judgemental understanding.

“Of course. Let me walk you back, at least.”

The hero’s house means nothing to her. The superhero says goodnight with a pat on the arm and another pitying half-smile before turning on his heel and leaving her to her own devices for the evening.

He said she should come in at 11 tomorrow morning—early enough to get on with finding her attackers, late enough for her to have a lie in.That leaves her with about 16 hours to figure out what the hell is going on.

She practically turns her house upside down in a vain attempt to figure out who the hell she is. Why is the superhero calling her a hero? Which hero is she? What happened to her to make her forget her own name? Why couldn’t she be more vain and cover the walls with news stories about herself? All she’s learning is that she owns a lot of dying plants and has a favourite spot cemented in the sofa cushions.

“Hey, [Villain].”

The familiarity of the name is more of a shock than the voice inside her home, and she whirs around to meet the intruder. “We’ve been so worried about you,” the supervillain says, his voice laced with sympathy. “I knew the agency would get their hands on you as soon as they could. Don’t worry though, we’ll keep you safe from them.”

The maths on this equation is becoming more and more complicated by the minute. “Wait, what do you mean?”

The supervillain snorts a laugh, sort of. “They already told you how evil we are and how they saved you from us, right? Figured as much. Pathetic.”

He sighs when she takes a hesitant step back, like he was expecting it. “I understand this is confusing,” he continues, his voice lowering to a hush, “but we are on your side. Ransack your house a little more. You’ll figure it out eventually, and we’ll be waiting for you when you do.”

He gives her one final smile, just as soft and genuine as the superhero’s, before hopping back out from her window and into the city beyond.

Her brain is running a mile a minute trying to figure out what the hell is happening. It’s starting to feel like 16 hours isn’t going to be enough.

[rawliverandgoronspice]

oh no I stopped working for five minutes and remembered I love he...................... ;;

[gods-favorite-autistic]

I have never seen a more incorrect take than the girl on TikTok who said that “most dancers are autistic or have adhd”

[colloquialcolors]

how does one politely tell their parents that they should go to couples counselling

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

calling nhs 111 is great because in the first two minutes, youre told that you can do this online three times.

like buddy, i get it, ive tried 111 online and they tell me to call 999 immediately.

[teamkrissy]

Please don't be that person who cuts service workers off and talks over them when they are trying to tell you something important.

[bunnyb34r]

Holy fuck people on nextdoor are worse than twitter

I used the "haha 😂" reaction on some lady's post ab these little octopuses she crocheted on a beer tab, bc I thought they were clever and cute

And she fucking private messaged me asking me "what's so funny about my post?"

Like chill??? I didnt mean anything by it besides it made me smile and laugh??

[widowshill]

i'm not saying v would fix his alcoholism. she could, however, sway him towards other hedonistic outlets exponentially healthier, which is really a win for everyone involved (especially the helpless collinsport pedestrians)

[exvangelical-bi]

Okay but pro tip to anyone who needs it: it's not lying if it's to xtians

[patalliumapples]

god someone stop me from putting fitting music on every slide of a presentation

[ashen-laguz]

working retail is Hell but having a new regular customer who often offers to throw hands for your honor makes things a little bit better methinks

[silverislander]

man. looking back at old travel photos and like... man i HATED that fucking choir uniform and anyone with eyes could tell hdjkGHFJD