#or we can always go off vibes :)

[allastoredeer]

Aren't you guys kinda over feminizing Alastor a little bit????? like I get it that we want him to sub/bottom, but aren't you guys doing the same thing you hate that people do with Lucifer???? Like Alastor to me would never wear a dress? unless like he's joking or something??

....Alastor wore a nun outfit....out of the two, he's canonically worn a dress.

If you're going just by the show--no headcanons, no fanon, no tropes, no fan-art--Alastor has exhibited more fem-like qualities, has acted more feminine, than Lucifer ever has. I'd go as far to say that Lucifer is actually pretty masculine in the show, he just happens to have a pretty face.

And I mean, we don't know if Lucifer would wear a dress either. He's only ever worn pants, shirt, and a jacket, we have no evidence that he would wear a dress. But people like to put him in them anyway because of ✨vibes✨ - which I totally get. Vibes are important. It's not like I don't think Lucifer wouldn't wear a dress. I totally think he would and he'd rock it.

As for Alastor only ever wearing a dress for a joke, I definitely agree, but I think that guy would do anything for the bit. He'll do whatever it takes to get the last laugh. He trolls for the sake of trolling. He's a menace. But it's not like he wore the nun outfit as a joke, it was more of a manipulation tactic when you think about it. He's as faithful as a nun 🙏 see how faithful he is, Charlie? He'll never lead you astray.

I love Alastor's masculine and feminine sides. He does both so well. If I have been leaning more into feminine Alastor recently, well, it could be on account that I haven't come across a lot of content of him being feminine, and make the content you wanna see, right?

But thing is, I don't think we have been over-feminizing Alastor, at least not to the extent that Lucifer has been feminized, in my opinion. I mean, Lucifer has been feminized to the point that he's--in some cases, not in all cases--unrecognizable from the show. Whereas with Alastor, at most, I've been posting gifs from the show of him being his girlypop self. Something's not mathing, because it's not adding up. These two things feel very different.

Tell me if I'm wrong, cuz I very well might be, but I'm getting the vibes that this is going back to Alastor's ego being the reason he wouldn't wear or act in a specific way.

I just don't see how his ego would stop him from wearing a dress. It's not like he has anything against feminine clothes or attributes, nor do we have any evidence at all that he would be against it. If anything, I get the vibes that he appreciates and respects femininity more than masculinity. I don't see why he would be against being in a dress, or appearing feminine, when he's done both in the show.

It smells of misogyny. My boy is many things, but a misogynist he ain't.

[altereggs]

(  yandeh sallah.  cis-woman.  she/her.  )  did  you  hear  ?  FATIMA "TIMA" BAH  is  stuck  in  stonehaven  for  the  for  the  foreseeable  future  …  they've  lived  here  for  TWENTY-THREE YEARS  and  are  known  around  town  as  THE  ICE QUEEN,  though  back  in  high  school  they  were  better  known  for  being  voted  MOST LIKELY TO WIN A STARING CONTEST.  if  i'm  not  mistaken,  they’re  a  TWENTY-THREE  year  old  senior  studying  THEATRE ARTS  (  i  really  hope  that  translates  well  into  their  role  as  a/an  DEFENSE  in  the  ‘new  world'  ).  according  to  my  records  they  were  originally  on  the  trip  because  she wanted to genuinely volunteer but also see her older brother—  which  checks  out,  given  they’re  WELL-ROUNDED,  STERN  and  NARROW-MINDED.  if  you’re  ever  trying  to  find  them,  your  best  bet  is  to  start  at  neon cactus saloon  and  listen  for  someone  humming  pacer  by  doechii.  oh,  and  don’t  forget  to  try  calling  out  tima  or  picturing  the principal's office,  a soft yet commanding tone, eco-friendly fur, a daddy's girl, and the battle between girlhood and godhood. for  extra  help.  let's  hope  the  chaos  doesn't  get  to  them  … 

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THE BASICS.

FULL NAME ; FATIMA "TIMA" BAH.

NICKNAME ; TIMA.

BIRTHDAY ; AUGUST 31ST. SEXUALITY ; BISEXUAL. ETHNICITY ; BLACK AND GAMBIAN.

FAMILY TREE ; (MOTHER) GISELLE. (FATHER) SAIKOU. (OLDER BROTHER #1) LAMIN. (OLDER BROTHER #2) OMAR.

THE ORIGIN STORY.

Tima was born and raised in Stonehaven by a Black mother and West-African father, along with her two older brothers.

Tima's mother was a prominent figure in the community, her family had a long lineage of being Stonehaven residents and providing for the long time residents and new coming residents as apart of the town hall.

It was obvious when growing up, that Tima’s mother was essentially the bread winner while her father had taken the prominent role of taking all three children outside the house and pushing them and strengthening their relationship within the outdoor nature as well as involving them in physical activities like with Brazilian Jiu-Jistu, for example. All this from a young age.

It wasn’t like she was the only feminine presence in the household, but with her mother always having meetings with the town hall, Tima had to always spend time within the male presence that surrounded her, which essentially made her closer and used to her father’s presence rather than her mother’s.

So Tima was getting down with her brothers, play fighting them— kicking their ass, really.

She would always win petty arguments and have her father on her side, every time while her mother had her brothers.

Her mother wasn’t as affectionate as her father was, which played into the way she grew up with her emotions.

But with the expectations of their parents, it’s usually the older sibling who the youngest sibling has to look up to. But in Tima’s case, she had to be the one to carry her family within her come up in her education and outside of her education.

Tima’s older brothers did not amount to what their parents wanted of them.

Giving up on the two oldest, Tima’s parents seemingly prioritized her and saw her older brothers as lost causes through their actions. They didn’t even see themselves going to college, having a career, at least not an ideal one to them.

TW MENTION OF DRUGS AND MENTAL ILLNESS Her older brother, Lamin moved out of Stonehaven while her other older brother, Omar was making wrong life decisions like the circle he associated himself with. Getting wrapped up into drugs, leading to his homelessness and diagnosis with schizophrenia, all while Tima is at college but unbeknownst to her parents, switching her major from psychology to theatre arts.

Though, despite the strain relationship her brothers have with the family, she didn’t cut times with them. Omar ends up in a shelter while she still attends college and still supports him, she’s the reason he’s in the shelter and is able to have his mental illness diagnosis.

It’s not a new revelation that Tima does community service, but this particular community service for the school trip involved her brother, and she had to secure her spot, without a doubt. But she has now secured her spot in a new world that differs from her old one, still very much finding herself resorting to ways she would in the past even when it’s not needed, like for her need to be in control.

THE HEAD CANONS.

true crime watcher/ horror girly.

can deal with every other season except for the summer.

a fighter not a lover.

was that one teacher pet who was not down with the games bcz her education was more important.

obviously seems like a debby downer but with the range of talents/hobbies she's got, there's nothing actually boring about her, but she doesn't care to explain herself.

advocate for a lot of things but comes off really scarily strict about it.

despite being an ice queen, yes she smiles, condescendingly...

so her mannerisms isn't heavily blank faces and staying quiet, she has a lot to say, whether anyone likes it or not.

always has to show a visual representation of her ideas if it's not getting through people's head.

majoring in theatre arts for specifically costume design.

night person all the way.

has kinda always got everything she's wanted so her factory settings are accustomed to nothing else, but just that.

musical prodigy.

doesn't like pets, especially the good ones bcz they'll make her soft.

[sleepyorchidmonster]

There is one thing that bugs me to no end in TWST, and it's the lack of RSA characters.

I know we're focusing on NRC, but the endgame is fast approaching, which means Interschool Magift tournament in the next arcs.

And wouldn't it be great if we had at least one RSA character parallelling each dorm? For maximum rivalry.

So far, there's only Chen'ya, Neige, and maybe Rielle for Heartslabyul, Pomefiore and Octavinelle, respectively. Which means we still need representatives for Savanaclaw, Scarabia, Ignihyde, Diasomnia and Ramshackle....

I know we'll probably meet them later on, but it can be tricky to add five new characters to the plot in one go, especially if you want to flesh out their relationships with the cast (we usually only get one or two characters per event, like Rollo or the hometown characters. And Neige was basically the main point of conflict in Book 5).

[nintendont2502]

being transmasc + pre t + visibly neurodivergent is such a great fuckin combo because everyone that so much as looks at you thinks that you're far younger than you actually are and treats you as such and even when you're talking to people who *know* how old you are you can tell. you can fucking tell they're doing the same thing even if they don't realise they're doing it

[honeyboyfelix]

the most fucked up part about making dnd characters is you can do whatever you want with them but it come at the cost.... of having to actually play whatever it is you come up with

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

for the most part I actually don’t see Harry and Draco as being the get married types or at least not the have a wedding types but it’s also fun to just. Have them do it anyway. Weddings are fun and fun to write and read about!

[pandoratheprocrasticreator]

no by all means keep judging cartoon villains solely by if they get redeemed in the end. i know some of us like to talk about other stuff like characterization or entertainment value or nuance as something that makes a good villain. but i think the only thing that actually matters is if the villain ends up on good terms with the protagonist at the end. all the Good TM cartoons with Good TM creators make the villains die a Horrible Death for being Abusers or whatever. and all the Bad TM cartoons with Bad TM creators Forgive Fascists by not making them get publicly executed by the 14 year old protagonist in front of the 8 year old target demographic.

i mean im so glad that more cartoons nowadays are subverting the psyop to support fascists that a few queer artists and queer shows definitely invented in 2017. there are so many popular cartoons doing that. it's almost like there are more properties killing their villains now and in the past than there ever were of properties that didn't do this. and it's almost like whether the villain gets redeemed at the end is more about the context of the story and its themes leading up to a narratively sound decision.

but you know. a few queer shows made by trans ppl were popular and they didn't kill their fascists and even had the gall to make them nuanced while also looking into the harm they did. guess it's trendy to forgive your abusers now because like two cartoons said so. out of like 40 other similarly high profile works that just straight up hit their villains with a bus or smth. by all means. keep heaping praise onto that one show about how they "let their villain just be evil" instead of talking about anything more interesting. that's so subversive, everyone's doing it!

[the-casbah-way]

Wait so does Oct know that Jed has autism or no?

i guess he doesn't, but neither does jed. i don't think jed's diagnosed or has done much research into autism, he just knows he has certain needs and triggers and a different worldview to a lot of people. he's got a good solid support network and a job that works well for his lifestyle and mental health and he's pretty happy with where he's at with that kind of thing. he does have moments where he goes non verbal but again, he's used to this and so are his friends and he knows how to cope with it and it's not a big deal to him. octavius isn't really written to be autistic (though its kind of impossible for me to write someone who isn't because i am autistic myself) but he does have his own fair share of experience with anxiety and feeling overwhelmed in social situations so he really doesn't see jed as particularly different to himself. of course he does come to recognise and understand and accommodate for jed's specific needs, but i think he relates to him so much that he wouldn't really notice something like that

[brick-van-dyke]

It's gonna be 39C (102.2f) and we don't have an aircon fuckkk I hate Australian summers. Especially since, at least here, it's humid af as well.

[lunatrics]

Going to reach out more to my mutuals because I know I have a habit of not doing this, so if we are mutuals I am just spamming you with my muses, and please also feel free to tell me what muses you want to interact with / don't if that's a thing that you'd rather have c: I have an interest checker for that reason of being hesitant to throw muses at people because I have many! So yeah! If I miss a rule, or you don't want to interact with so/so, etc. always feel comfortable to just chuck a friendly IM my way <3

[princekirijo]

I gotta say I was not expecting to enjoy Devil May Cry as a series as much as I am, I'm kinda surprised it took me this long to get in to.

[frid4y]

you always looked past that quiet boy in your classes, occasionally sparing him a glance. that was until he became your partner for a project in a random class. surprisingly, he was friendlier than his appearance. the slight, agitated face he always had gone the moment you spoke, and you learned his name was suguru.

the long nights studying in the library & putting together your project helped blossom a friendship. what you only ever saw the relationship as. sure, he was really good-looking, but he's just your friend, right? along with your hunch that he's inexperienced, it's just the vibe he gives off. he probably wouldn't know what to do if he saw a naked girl in real life. right?

wrong. so painfully wrong. what originally was hanging out in your dorm room turned into suguru thrusting into your dripping cunt from behind, his hand pushing your head down into the pillow, which is stained messily with mascara and tears.

"you gotta be quiet, baby… wouldn't want anyone to hear how much you fucking love taking my cock, would we?" you only manage to let out a muffled moan, making him let out a small hum before your head is pulled up from the pillow and his fingers grip your hair.

two sharp smacks are delivered to your ass, and your lips part to let out a strangled gasp. suguru leans forward and captures your lips in a messy kiss, the sound blending in with the harsh noises of you being fucked stupid on his dick. you can't even remember how this happened. you guys were laughing about something, and suddenly you were being split open by his cock.

you want to let out your moans so bad. desperately beg for him to fuck you harder and deeper. but he's right, you gotta be quiet, these walls are thin. the whole floor doesn't need to know how much of a slut you were. or how bad you're clawing at the sheets of your bed, whining for suguru's cock like you've been starved.

suguru's grip on your hair loosens slightly as he begins to lose himself in the feeling of your pussy enveloping his cock, the feeling of your walls clenching around him being the source of his groans and small whimpers.

your mind and body register that you're getting closer, and you're now pleading for suguru to keep going, not caring how loud you are anymore. it just feels so good, and you just can't contain your moans anymore. the louder you get, the more it spurs him on to help you cum all over his cock. the little words of encouragement, mixed in with degrading names. it was just the perfect touch to make your orgasm hit you harder than ever.

suguru rubs your hip soothingly as your body convulses after that intense climax. "you did so fucking good… but i know this pussy can give me one more, can't she? now turn over, i wanna see your pretty little face while you're being a good little cumdump."

[madamechrissy]

Escort! Satoru- part one

Pairings- Escort Satoru Gojo x shy CEO F! reader

Warnings- eventually explicit sex, freaky but fluffy- this part- obsessed ass/whipped ass Gojo, mentions of sex, Satoru jerking off, whimpering (bc ofc) he becomes a little Yan tbh, Satoru half ass pleasing a client but he can't get you off his mind hehe, pretty woman vibes 🤭

Finished <3

Part two>>>

Escort! Satoru who doesn't just sleep with any client, no he's picky certainly, he gets to be at this caliber, of the most notorious escort there is. Some women he'll help get off with his fingers, some he'll only let suck his cock deep in their throat, some very lucky ones he'll actually fuck, bent over crying out his name. No matter what however, they were always pleased, he has the best rating there even is on his site.

Escort! Satoru only takes jobs and clients that he feels like, he's the most popular person on this app, highly requested, he can browse who he's meeting before hand. And if he absolutely can't stand them, perhaps that - gasp - hate Digimon!? - he keeps it to just the date, a polite fake smile on his perfect features, baby blues hidden behind his dark round shades.

Escort! Satoru gets a notification, lounging around in his penthouse, yes Gojo is rich from this career, but he enjoys the thrill of this even more, and he enjoys putting a smile on a pretty girls face, giving them pleasure when they may have never had any. His dick is just too pretty not to share with the world, truly. - That may seem conceited but it's really just factual! - He peers at the notification then, blinking quickly as the picture, so gorgeous he's damn near blushing just from seeing your face, your bare shoulders in a slinky dress, fuck since when does he get half hard looking at collarbones!?

Escort! Satoru is already throbbing and hard the longer he stares at your picture, your shy and sweet little message on there with it - 'I have never done anything like this... but with work, I have no time for anything, and... I really need a handsome date to this charity ball. Could you please come with, I will gladly pay you extra to spend some time before so we can have our story together' Satoru blinks a bit, full lips pursing, beginning to type back. 'You buying lunch?' He smirks as you laugh react to his comment. 'I'm buying lunch'

Escort! Satoru doesn't date in real life, he's merely arm candy for many women, but when he sits across from you at the outdoor diner, and you smile shyly, his heart fucking stops. He's been with so many beautiful people, but nothing has made him feel whatever this is. 'Hey there!' you introduce yourself, and he can't stop staring at your lips as they move, you have a pretty red color adorning them, he tries to focus but his brain is short circuiting. 'Satoru...' he says, taking your much smaller hand in his own, staring at you behind Gucci shades. He never lets dates call him that, he prefers Gojo of course, but when you repeat 'Satoru' in that sexy voice, he's ended.

Escort! Satoru forgets what time even is, while you pour over some details of your life with him, he's never been more interested actually in how you played the flute. Tell him it all. That you like Pokemon- Digimon is better but- close enough, tell him about your collection. He can't get enough, you all spend so much time talking the sun is starting to set. 'Oh no, we should go! I'm keeping you-' Satoru lowers those shades, his bright blue eyes drinking you in, making you falter as they trail across your body ever so slowly, making you heat up, remembering his profession. 'you're not keeping me, but one question, sweets' he leans forward, so close now, brushing back a lock of your hair. 'why would you go to an escort agency, is it just for the date? or more?'

Escort! Satoru loves watching the blush dance on your skin, the glittering of your eyes when he pulls back, thumb brushing your heated cheek just so, feeling it's warmth. 'It's just for the date, I read your reviews, they're insane...' he grins now, brushing back silvery locks. 'read which reviews?' you heat up further, fiddling with your fingers just a bit. 'If it went that way, it'd be the first time in years for me' Satoru blinks in shock. 'how?' You sigh, sipping the rest of your drink down through your straw. 'work plus being a homebody nerd, well... I never meet people or have time' ah, Satoru could make you cum so hard you wouldn't be able to form words, but he takes a sip of his own drink, saying casually- 'and you never... want to?'

Escort! Satoru thinks you're so cute when your teeth catch your lower lip, and your lashes flutter. 'of course but that's not why I hired you, I really do need a perfect date, though... your looks may have swayed me' he chuckles a bit now. 'So shallow!' you scoff, as the two of you get ready to leave. 'Do you have a suit or do you need me to buy one?' Gojo smirks at you. 'I have so many suits, and tuxedos, don't worry' 'ah you come prepared I see' he hums just a bit, walking you to your car, far too close when he leans over you just a bit, inhaling the sweet scent of you. 'I'm prepared for whatever you need, sweets, anything at all' at his connotation he watches you get more flustered, giggling a bit, feeling so stupid next to a guy like this, but he just finds you the cutest thing he's ever seen.

Escort! Satoru can't take how much you're sinking into his mind the passing days, the charity ball is in a week, but the two of you constantly text for 'practice' but he becomes more and more enamored, you're smart, sweet, and oh so fucking pretty. When you send him a selfie before he goes on a date with a client, he can hardly take it, you're in your business suit, nothing sexy- but it drives him to distraction, your pretty lips he can picture around him. Satoru can hardly focus when he's supposed to be pleasing this girl, his fingers usually so sure aren't hitting her spots, because now he can only think of you.

Escort! Satoru cannot have a bad review, oh no, he decides to excuse himself from the pretty girl on her bed, going to the bathroom to stare at this picture of you. beautiful, can I see more? when you read that you nervously shut the door to your sky rise office, unbuttoning just a bit of your blouse, tummy clenching when he hearts the message, you know you shouldn't get so excited, you're paying him after all. He's likely with a woman constantly, you see the sheer amount of reviews, but you can't help yourself, you find him entirely too charming, it's easy to forget this is just for business. For every salacious review, there were others- sweet, funny, made me feel pretty- and that's what really drew you in.

Escort! Satoru after he recieves that sexy little picture, instead of going into the room with the eager girl waiting, is instead stroking his long, pretty cock, head falling back against the door, while you nervously button your blouse back up, imagination going insane. You weren't against sleeping with someone casually, but for money would it mean... he didn't want to? The thought eats at you while Satoru's dripping precum over his phone, right on that picture, whispering your name ever so softly, forgetting where he was and shit, who he was, he can practically see those nipples under your blouse, dying to know what they taste like.

Escort! Satoru may have had sex before with the client surely, he loves a beautiful woman, before he met you. But now you're constantly on his mind. Even with his cock so hard and ready, when he's back to kissing on her and playing with her, he can't do more, frustrating him to no end. He has her squirting down his hand with the way his practiced fingers know how to hit every woman's spot, she's dripping down to his wrists, even. When he finishes, she looks up at him, all fucked out, trying to kiss him, but that's Satoru's biggest rule, never, ever kiss on the lips. He turns his head. 'sorry sweetheart I don't do that'

Escort! Satoru takes his extra money, he made bank tonight, but the entire time he had his fingers curling inside a slick, eager hole, he was picturing them deep inside you, watching as you cum for him. You'd probably sound and look so pretty, wouldn't you? As you're shooting him a good night text- who even has ever sent him one? - you're back on his mind, still aching from earlier. Turning down blowjobs is not something Escort Satoru does, but he did, and now he's throbbing when he rubs himself over his boxers, whimpering just a bit, pulling the picture back out and working his hand up and down his shaft, as it's aching to fill you

Escort! Satoru has a notification from one of his regulars pop up on the phone, right above that picture he can't stop staring at, while his cock is sticky from his spit and precum, loud in his opulent bedroom, the sound of it lewd along with his heavy, husky breaths. He's picturing just what you'd look like on your knees, with those innocent eyes, maybe he'd tear that business suit off your body, and paint every pretty inch of it with his ropes of cum, until you were just covered in white. The thought alone makes him decline the request, shutting his eyes and picturing just that as his spurts of white cum pour down his hand.

Escort! Satoru whimpers when he touches his sensitive tip, murmuring your name, trying to come down. He finds himself cleaning himself up and staring at the mirror, wondering just what the fuck you've done to him already. Surely it's... something new or different, it can't be more right? He hovers over choosing the date, or messaging you good night, and finds himself texting you with a dumb little 🥺, smiling like a lovesick fool when you send this to him-'can't wait for our 'date' it'll be fun! 😍- and Satoru's getting hard again from a fucking emoji.

[leebrontide]

Here's a funny little story about disability accommodation.

So I'm a bit deaf. Like...I have a prescription for a hearing aide but don't own one kind of a bit deaf. And I used to work at this noisy ass addiction treatment clinic. So even in my office I relied a lot on lipreading.

So one day I'm working with this client, and she's getting more and more upset and shut down, no matter how I try to steer us onto a calm, relaxed subject of conversation. And I can't figure out why the conversation has gone so far south.

And then I realize I am sitting at a buckwild angle in my chair, leaning waaaay over to the side. I'm almost falling off this chair. I look like a total goober.

And then I realize I'm doing that because I'm trying to lipread this client, who keeps turning further and further down and away from me. I probably would have noticed sooner but lipreading is actually kind of hard and I was focusing on noticing her upset rather than my body language.

And then it clicks.

She thinks I'm leaning like this because I am being a passive-aggressive asshole who is trying to force/shame her into making eye contact with me. I'd known this client enough to know she hates eye contact- possibly autism, possibly anxiety. Always possible it's both or something else.

I sit up straight and say. "Oh! Hey, I don't give a shit about eye contact, I'm trying to read your lips so I can understand what you're saying to me."

Instant vibe change. She relaxes, and sits upright comfortably in her chair, looking about a foot to the left of my head, so I can see her face clearly but she doesn't have to either fake or evade unwanted eye contact.

From then on things go a lot smoother, and we can get some good work done.

One side benefit from normalizing accommodations and reducing barriers to them is that it allows for low-stress conversations about what everybody needs in order to fully participate in an interaction. If I hadn't named the need I was trying to meet, she wouldn't have realized she could have her need met as well.

[quierd-kitten]

I think the most healing thing to do as a trans person is talk to other trans people (irl when possible) who have really different experiences with gender whenever you can. It's so easy to get caught up in your own head feeling like the only person who struggles with certain things, who hates some part of yourself, who's frustrated with society the way you are. It's so easy to feel like nobody else understands and spiral into your own head.

But I'm a firm believer that the more you talk to people with different experiences the more similarities you'll find in unexpected places and that can be so much better than someone who is like you in every way. It's me and one of my other nb friends who presents very differently agreeing that our genders are both very purple. It's my transfem friend and me discussing body hair being dysphoric for us both. It's talking to 3 other transmascs about how we want to transition, what's dysphoric and isn't, the worries about surgery and T that are uncomfortable to talk about with cis people. Even if it's just "we both really relate to this song about being trans", finding little things you can go "Same hat!" is a muscle that needs practice but it is very worth it.

[bumblebeebats]

Growing up queer, I always assumed that at some point I would experience the whole "everyone assumes my partner and I are just roommates/friends" thing, but apparently my blue hair and pronouns are simply so powerful that I keep having the opposite problem instead. THREE times now, my friend and I have gone on vacation together (bc we like travelling, and it helps to split costs) and everyone automatically assumes we're dating. We're given double beds even after asking for twins. Photographers and tour guides ask us to "scooch closer together, there we go, put your arm around her shoulder!!" One guy even asked how long we'd been together and after we replied "LOL no, we're just friends," was like "Oh, ho-ho, riiight ;) We've all been there ;)". Same guy even heard my friend mention their partner later on, looked briefly confused, and then started telling us about how he once lived in a polyamorous compound, so I can only assume he jumped straight to thinking we're actually a throuple. I cannot stress enough that we have NO interest in actually dating, and in each instance were simply Standing Next To Each Other, but apparently our combined queer vibes are so off the charts that everyone is convinced we must be secretly making out. I feel like I've been cast in a fanfic against my will