#partners because they got weirded out by him

[thatbookgirl1118]

I cannot for the life of me find the original post (tumblr is a hellsite) but this was sent in an atla gc:

@the-badger-mole

and tbh i always kinda felt like kataang was weird exactly because of that one-sidedness??? like there's one episode of katara maybe sort-of seeing aang as a love interest (when the fortune teller tells her she'll marry a powerful bender), but then the rest of the show is her being passive in the relationship or actively pushing aang away (like their second kiss). and then at the end she just randomly decided "okay i like you i guess."

whereas aang got a bunch of pining moments and you actually believed he was in love with katara.

and most of their relationship was about how she helped aang - he did contribute to her character development over the course of the series especially as a bender of course but it didn't feel as emotionally/spiritually deep as katara's literal one episode sidequest with zuko.

but then someone else wrote "I would argue the opposite? Kataang is where Katara choose the peaceful nomad which subverts the trope presented where zutara is where she chooses the strong protector/combatant. Aang as a character is a subversion of the typical hero while zutara is like,,, coloniser romance idk"

and honestly... i kinda get that. aang was problematic in a lot of ways, but he was definitely a subversive protagonist, and i can see the power of allowing the woman to choose the pacifist vegetarian over the extremely obviously hot jock badboy. this is an incredible oversimplification of their characters of course, but the point stands.

Basically, Kataang is the ship we all logically want - the sweet, friendship-based, seemingly subversive one. But Zutara is the one that actually makes sense in the story, with these characters, not their tropes. Aang is subversive, but he and Katara are also kind of terrible for each other - he isn't mature or selfless enough for Katara, who needs someone to force her to take care of herself because she's always the one taking care of everyone else (wonder what that's like). That's why she and Zuko are so perfect, because he not only takes care of her, he makes HER prioritize herself. Aang... does not. He's pretty selfish, which yes is partially due to his immaturity (I personally don't count Korra as canon because it treated ALL the og characters terribly so I'm speaking purely from his 12 yo self), but it's also just a basic incompatibility thing. And Katara is actually equally bad for Aang - she enables him waaay too much, and he needs someone who doesn't. Who forces him to stand up on his own two feet and take responsibility. She's too much of a mother, and her relationship with Aang is too mother/older sister-ish.

With Zuko, on the other hand? Katara started out HATING him, forcing him to prove himself to her instead of handing him everything she had like she tended to do with Aang and Sokka. He had to earn her care, and as a result he appreciates it way more and demands way less of it. He's a far less selfish character generally for the same reasons, and is much more mature/has a better understanding of life and gray areas. Southern Raiders is a great example of this - he's down for whatever Katara decides because he understands that there's no one right answer, unlike Aang who simply preaches forgiveness. I'm not necessarily attacking Aang about that either - I do believe that grudges eat away at a person, and taking a life does haunt you, so forgiveness isn't necessarily bad advice. But it's not what Katara needed. Aang is great as a friend, but I don't think he's what Katara needs from a romantic partner. Zuko just... is.

[andavs]

Crack theory that I personally think would be incredibly funny:

The reason Marisol NoName’s been so bland and we haven’t learned so much as what she does for a living is because this is actually Vertigo. She’s intentionally infiltrated Eddie’s life for something nefarious, and after digging up photos of Shannon during their 48 hours of living together, she went and hired someone who looks like Shannon to mess with him for reasons.

Something absolutely ridiculous, like she's after that random fucking Chevelle. Eddie inherited it from Isabel when she moved to Texas, but it was actually used in some big unsolved historic bank robbery before his grandparents got it, or maybe his abuelo had a secret life. Marisol and her brother are the grandkids of Abuelo's old partner who got caught, and they've been searching for years and thought the key to the lost money would be inside the car.

But Marisol has been searching it while she babysits Chris and he's distracted playing video games. She can't find anything, so she'll have to talk to Isabel herself and see if she can get more information. But Eddie doesn't go out to Texas very often so she'll have to bring Isabel out to LA. How does she do that? Create an emergency so the whole family will have to come running to Eddie. An emergency like a total breakdown over Shannon's doppelganger, and then when they're all preoccupied with Eddie seemingly imploding his life, Marisol will make her move.

Supporting evidence:

How did Marisol NoName-NoJob buy a house by herself in LA? Why wouldn’t they at least tell us what she does or say her family has money? It would take one single line of dialogue. Suspicious.

She recognized and approached Eddie in the glue aisle

Who in their right mind would agree to move in with a guy they’ve only been dating a few months? She was snooping.

The nun thing was insane and why wouldn’t they at least give a reason for her quitting?

Eddie’s presumably been to her house multiple times, so wouldn’t he have noticed if she was actually super religious? She brought a damn Jesus bobblehead to move in and put it in a box of bedroom stuff, that doesn’t sound like the kind of person who would keep it all shoved in an armoire.

“You two aren’t going anywhere” sounded like a threat and jumping up to hug Eddie and Chris like that was an objectively weird thing to do in that moment.

“You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I know it’s a thing people say but I hate her.

Edy is such a mediocre actor that I can’t tell if Marisol’s smiles are supposed to be genuine or not.

Unless it was for another job, she posted a video whispering about a briefcase and being creepy on a set.

A nun kills the imposter in Vertigo and maybe Eddie finds closure by saving Kim this time.

[mins-fins]

bring it back

&&. you tell donghyuck all the time, but his fists are always so bruised he doesn't listen.

pairing: lee donghyuck x m!reader

genre: weird rejected hybrid thing

warnings: literally fighting, is this relationship safe? idk!!

word count: 1.3k

notes: this spawned while i was reading one of my old old things back from my wp era and i suddenly got inspired.. only reason i chose hyuck is bc hes the first member who came to mind when i thought about writing 😣 im also a little obsessed with him atm.. i sort of left you all with radio silence yesterday, was supposed to post a timestamp but didn't, my apologies isanator nation (like 2 ppl) anw! don't take this too seriously, i don't get into fights and don't know much about fighting, my google search history looks very concerning rn ☺️

"come on! is that really all you got? those hits were weak".

donghyuck sits up defeated, but he doesn't allow for such an expression to cross his face, the last thing he wants to do is look like a sore loser in front of you, though he clearly is with how he got knocked to the ground by a single punch.

he refuses to think about the fact.

you raise an eyebrow at the sight of him catching his breath on the floor, a taunting chuckle leaves your lips, a chuckle donghyuck narrows his eyes at. if you knew sparring meant you'd have to meet donghyuck's piercing glare more than once in the span of five minutes, you would've offered to be his sparring partner much earlier.

you think he looks adorable when he's mad.

"done verbally berating me now?"

"not sure i'll ever be done".

you extend your hand forward, and donghyuck takes it instantly. once you help him to his feet, he gives you a pout, one you press your finger to. "what the hell are you pouting about?" you inquire, and donghyuck's eyes roll.

"you beat me like— five times, y/n".

you scoff lightly, shoving your boyfriends shoulder. "and i'll continue beating you if you don't stop hesitating before every hit" you lean closer to press a kiss to his lips, trying to erase the pout with an act of affection, but he stays pouting.

you snicker as you pinch his cheek, turning on your heel and walking towards your duffel bag on the other side of the room. what can you say? throwing your boyfriend around the room makes a guy thirsty.

donghyuck stares at you for a moment, studying your figure, then groans. "y/n".

"hm?"

you turn back to look over at him, and donghyuck has to stifle his laugh. how is it that you look so harmless right now when you just spent up to almost an hour breaking every bone in his body? he finds it hilarious how quick you can switch tunes. "one more round".

shock gleams in your eyes. "you sure? i thought you were tired.."

donghyuck is quick to shake his head, suddenly filled with an abrupt surge of determination. "yeah, this'll be the last one".

you blink, but you don't seem to mind, because you shrug, dropping your bottle of water and beginning to stretch your arms. "i'm starting to think you like being thrown around, should i note this down as a kink of yours?"

your smile is tormenting,

the good kind though.

"do whatever you want y/n~" donghyuck muses, a sing songy tone of voice accompanying his words. you study his body language for a while, cracking your knuckles. "i'm not letting you win again".

"ah really? you think you're gonna beat me this time?"

"wanna bet?"

you seem to like the sound of that, if the way your eyes light up is any indication. donghyuck's got you, perfect. you scour your mind for ideas, tilting your head as you smile at your boyfriend. "fine then, if you manage to knock me to the ground i'm all yours next week".

donghyuck's eyes widen to a comically huge size. "you serious?"

"slow your roll, baby, i said if you manage to knock me to the ground".

donghyuck clicks his tongue, an acception of the bet you put down. "don't underestimate me so quickly".

"underestimating? i'm just saying what's true, how many times did the sim kid knock you out last week? ten? fifteen? if i didn't know any better, i would've assumed you were weak".

god you're so skilled at this, you know exactly how to hit donghyuck where it hurts, both literally and figuratively. you know exactly what to say, and know exactly how they'll affect him. trash talk is something your so good at, sometimes donghyuck forgets it's all an act.

you know donghyuck can fight better than he actually does, his attempts at punches right now are vastly different to the punches he throws during actual fights. you know he's much stronger than he thinks, but for some reason, he seems to.. soften around you.

it's cute in hindsight, but he's been slacking lately, and you have to get him back on track.

"weak huh?"

"yeah, you going easy on me?"

your posture is relaxed, you don't want to make the first move, your waiting for donghyuck to surge forward and try to hit you. he narrows his eyes, your feet tapping rhythmically onto the floor and your arms crossed. "not a chance".

you chuckle at donghyuck's statement, a chuckle that angers donghyuck. what the actual fuck are you being so cocky about? he wants to wipe that smirk off your face, no, scratch that, he wants to punch that smirk off your face, he's going to make you wish you never said anything.

without saying anything more, donghyuck surges forward, a move you weren't expecting, but one you knew how to deal with already. a right hook, simple, easy to dodge and easy to counteract.

"was that a punch? i bet renjun could throw a better one than that".

donghyuck grits his teeth.

"don't mention renjun".

"oh? am i striking a nerve?"

you are striking a nerve, and donghyuck is about to strike you in the face. he keeps throwing punches, a flurry of hooks left and right, he has to hit you, he will hit you.

you're completely unfazed, the hooks nothing you haven't seen before. you swing your right hand over to parry the hit donghyuck sends you, using your position to your advantage and delivering a punch to his side. it catches him off guard and he winces, reeling back in just the slightest.

you give him no time to adjust, taking his distraction into consideration and surging towards him, a left jab to the side of his stomach. he stumbles back, trying to gather himself as his head spins in dizziness from the hit you delivered.

you let out a small scoff. "come on, hyuck, you have to hit me".

donghyuck grunts, moving forward with a left hook this time. "i'm trying" he grits his teeth, an action that makes you smile. donghyuck gives a small tch at the sight of you smiling, he hates it (that's a lie, he loves it).

you don't even try to hit him back, just continue stepping backward as donghyuck sends hit after hit.

he narrows his eyes, but you just smile again, you're really starting to get annoying. it's then that donghyuck notices something, your legs, he can use that to an advantage of his.

so, without any prior warning, donghyuck punches your lower stomach, a punch you weren't expecting. when you reel back from the hit, he decides to take his chance. an uppercut, a right jab to your side, and a haymaker to the side of your face.

donghyuck doesn't know where all of that came from, but it seems to do the trick, because you have no more strength to continue fighting. you stumble for a moment before falling over, hitting the ground and rolling over as you clutch your stomach.

donghyuck immediately gasps as he sees your state. "holy shi— oh my god! are you okay!?"

you give a tired smile, sending a thumbs up to the air. "i'm alright, that was great, babe".

it's only then that it dawns on donghyuck. "i beat you".

you nod.

donghyuck breathes in and out, he truly can't believe this. "i beat you, holy shit i beat you!"

you chuckle at how excited he sounds, breathless from the blows he delivered to you. "yeah, you did, congrats champ".

donghyuck falls down beside you, flinging his arm over your stomach and moving closer to you. "i get to have you all to myself now".

you raise an eyebrow. "you've always had me all to yourself".

donghyuck giggles. "i know, but i knocked you to the ground this time".

"don't get used to it".

[nevermoreconfessions]

I love Montresor and Annabel’s dynamic because it’s so honest. Monty isn’t into blondes, Annabel isn’t into men, they’re entirely business partners who get each other in a weird way (though not on the same footing bc Annabel played him perfectly). Montresor respects Annabel and Annabel can’t stand him, but sees his usefulness and candor as her rook once she has something on him to make him stop trying kill and threaten Lenore.

To me the stairs scene where they were sitting and having this weird heart to heart while Monty bled out was so funny to me. Same vibes as if they they were at a high school dance both of them left and went outside to sit and were completely over like “wow this sucks huh”, “indeed, it’s a bore”, “got slapped by a girl because I kissed her boyfriend, some people”, “are you really that surprised?” — I hope that vibe continues into season 2

You know what? You opened by eyes, Anon. You made me realize how funny that scene is.

Montresor is obviously not into Annabel Lee, or blondes (his loss); Annabel Lee has no romantic interest in Montresor, as you said. There's just a mutual respect.

They're "partners" now. They're in it together, now, until they point the knives at each other's throats.

Montresor's respect for Annabel Lee is a little heartwarming, in my opinion. He knows the game she's playing, and he doesn't judge her for it because he's playing the same damn game. He's the rook and she's the Queen.

Just like you, I hope it goes into the second season.

[whipitgod]

I Know You're Hiding Something.

Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham

oneshot - wc: 1.9k

summary: post fall hannigram, fits in the same universe as 'Pushed in' and 'I Panicked' but it's not necessary to read those first to understand this one. Hannibal is trying to do something nice for once and will is rightfully suspicious.

warnings: brief mentions of non graphic murder, language and crack-ish per usual

a/n: Thank you for all the support on my other oneshots!!!! This was supposed to be posted yesterday but i got food poisoning lol. This one is a little bit shorter than the past few and i apologize if it feels rushed at all, im not really feeling 100% yet but i wanted to get this posted. If you like this remember to leave a like/reblog! maybe even follow me :D! Happy reading!!

“Alright Will, I shall see you in a few hours.” Hannibal calls out from where he’s putting his shoes on by the door prompting a halfhearted affirmative noise from Will, the younger man only looking up from his book when he hears the door close. Will shoots up from the couch and rushes over to the window to get a good look at Hannibal as he gets into his car and drives off; what the hell is he hiding? Hannibal had been acting weird and Will was suspicious to say the least; the cannibal disappearing for hours on end four times in the last week with very little explanation. Will hasn’t brought Hannibal's random disappearances up to the man yet but he’s getting awfully damn close to blowing a fuse over the whole situation; what could he even possibly be doing? The nearest town is almost an hour away and Will isn’t naive enough to think that that's where the man is going every time he leaves their home, especially since he has returned empty handed every time. Will is worried that the man has already grown bored of him and their new life and Will would be damned if after only a month into their living together the man is already ready to toss him to the side. 

Will’s worry had slowly transformed into anger over the course of the last week, growing increasingly more irate with each rushed goodbye from Hannibal; the cannibal returned looking disheveled each time, rushing to the bathroom to freshen up as soon as he arrived home causing even more anger to bubble up inside the younger man. Will really can’t believe the man would be able to find a sexual partner this soon after arriving, especially one that’s not Will, but all the signs are pointing to Hannibal having an affair. Will supposes it's not even an affair, given that he and Hannibal aren’t technically together; hell, the man hadn’t even touched the ex-profiler aside from when he’d stitched him up after they had pulled each other out of the ocean. Will had really expected there to be at least a little bit of physical intimacy at this point, he’d even take a chaste kiss at this point; hell, they shared a bed, but the cannibal hadn't touched him once. 

Sure, Will had almost taken them out in a murder suicide a few months prior, but he reasons that Hannibal has done way worse stuff that he’d been willing to get over. Will thinks the man is being a bit hypocritical if he’s still holding a grudge over it; for fucks sake the man had gutted him, and Will had gotten over it with an alarming amount of ease. It’d be unbelievable if Will had moved on from all the things Hannibal had put him through and given up his entire life to create a new one with the cannibal and Hannibal turned around and slept with someone else, but with the way the man had been acting Will can’t help but think that’s what's happening. 

Will really can’t believe this is his life, he’s sat on the couch muttering quietly to himself about the man he’d decided to share his life with while he day drinks Hannibal’s undoubtedly expensive wine like a bitter housewife; he wonders briefly if bitter housewives think about killing their partners the way he is now, this thought causes a small chuckle to leave him because, of course they do. He doubts the housewives are having fantasies as graphic as his, but he doesn't feel all that guilty about his thoughts, Hannibal had turned him into a spurned lover, and they’d only just settled in Argentina a month ago and it irritated him to no end.

Will polishes off the bottle he’d been drinking and makes quick work of opening another one, this time not even taking the time to pour himself glasses of it, choosing instead to drink it straight from the bottle. He settles back into the couch taking large gulps of wine, a little bit of it escaping his mouth and landing on his shirt, staining the material. He finishes the bottle quickly, setting it down on the floor and hearing it roll away after his failed attempt at setting it right side up, he closes his eyes and drifts off.

He startles awake at the sound of the door, groaning quietly at the dizzy feeling that comes with sitting up that quickly; he’s definitely still a little drunk. Will pushes himself to his feet, wobbling slightly as he stomps over to the door where Hannibal has just come in.

“You!” it's said with a finger pointed in the cannibal’s direction.

“Good lord Will how much have you had to drink?”

“Not important!” Will can hear the slur in his own words, “where the hell were you?!”

“I had some business to take care of,” Hannibal walks towards where Will is standing as he says this, “you should really sit down.” 

“Oh, blow it out your ass Hannibal,” Hannibal looks indignant at Will's outburst, coming to a stop a couple feet in front of him, “I know you’ve been hiding something!”

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about William.”

“Don’t ‘William’ me you asshole, and don’t lie to me!” Will shouts this as he gives Hannibal's shoulder a shove that doesn't have much effect on the man, “my brain isn't melting anymore! I know when you're hiding something!”

Hannibal places a gentle hand on Will’s shoulder that takes the wind out of the younger man's sails, his shoulders deflating instantly under the cannibal's hand, “Will please calm down and take a seat before you hit the ground.”

“Fine.” Will makes his way back to the couch, sitting with a huff. Hannibal enters the room a few moments later carrying a glass of water that he sets on the end table closest to will.

“You are the most infuriating man I have ever met; I can't believe I put up with you.” It’s said in a tone that's usually reserved for when people say I love you; an overwhelming amount of fondness lacing the sentence.

Will opens his mouth ready to bite out a retort but Hannibal holds a hand up effectively silencing him before the older man starts speaking again, “I should’ve known that it would be impossible to surprise you.”

“The hell are you on about Hannibal?”

“You are a naturally suspicious person with a penchant for jealousy that usually results in large bursts of anger and violence.”

“Oh screw you, you pretentious, hypocritical-”

“Please let me finish,” Will waves a hand at Hannibal, motioning for the man to continue with a look of barely concealed rage on his face, “I was trying to surprise you with a dog.”

Will's face falls blank at this, all of the anger leaving him only to be replaced by a large amount of shock. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, eyes never leaving the man in front of him, “Are you fucking with me Hannibal? Cause I swear to God if you are-”

“I promise I am not, please stay put for a moment.”

Will watches the man walk out the door back towards his car; he really can't believe the man got him a dog, but moments later he hears the sound of Hannibal reentering the house and an excited bark. He shoots off the couch rushing over to where Hannibal is standing with a rather large dog cradled in his arms, the cannibal immediately passing the dog over to Will who immediately begins scratching at the dog's fur.

“The woman at the shelter was unsure what breed the dog is fully, but she assumes he is at least partially border collie, I am very aware of your habit of taking in strays so i figured you wouldn't mind-” the words are cut off by wills mouth pressing against Hannibal with a bit too much force, their teeth clacking together causing them both to hiss slightly at the pain. Hannibal stiffens slightly at the initial press of their mouths but melts into it quickly, reaching a hand up to take hold of the hair at the base of Will's scalp. They stay locked in the kiss until they are forced to break apart to suck in a few gasping breaths of air. 

“Thank you,” it’s punctuated by another press of Will's lips against the older mans, “This is amazing.”

Hannibal seems frozen, staring at Will like he’s grown a second head and Will is starting to worry that he shouldn’t have kissed him.

“I didn't think you wanted to kiss me.”

It’s Will’s turn to freeze, his face dumbfounded as he searches Hannibal’s face for any sign that the man is joking, “Why the hell wouldn’t I want to kiss you?”

“You are a very confusing man.”

“So are you.”

“You haven’t given any indication that you wanted to have a physical relationship with me, Will.” Hannibal says this like it's the obvious thing in the world and it makes Will huff out a disbelieving noise; Will is torn between kissing him again or reaching out to throttle him. 

“I've been sleeping in nothing but boxers the entire time we’ve been staying here! Not even just boxers but briefs!”

“It’s a warm country.”

“For fucks sake Hannibal,” Will reaches up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, he’s feeling mostly sober now and his heads starting to hurt, “It’s not like you’ve given any indication that you want a physical relationship either.”

“I don’t think that’s necessarily true I-”

“Cut the shit, you’ve all but built an anti-gay pillow barrier between us in our bed.”

Hannibal’s brows furrow at this, “What is an anti-gay pillow bar-”

“That’s what you're focusing on?” will sighs before continuing on, “Listen Hannibal, I know you’re attracted to me,” Hannibal's mouth opens to respond but will continues before he gets the chance, “You’ve stared at my ass, consistently, for the entire time we’ve known each other.”

“I don’t know-”

“You know exactly what I'm talking about! The only person you’re lying to is yourself.”

Hannibal looks like he wants to fight Will on this briefly before a look of acceptance takes form on his face, he nods slightly, “I wasn’t aware i was that obvious about it.”

“You thought you were being subtle?”

“There is no need to rub it in.”

Will lets out a disbelieving sound at the man's words, opening his mouth to continue but Hannibal presses his mouth back to Will's, effectively cutting off whatever he had planned to say. They break apart shortly after, this kiss not lasting nearly as long as the one before and will stares at Hannibal unblinking before the older man begins talking, “Surely your head hurts too much for you to continue irritating me.”

Will scoffs at this, pushing himself out of Hannibal's arms and bending down to pick up the dog that had been nosing at his legs during their interaction, “You’re right, my new friend and I should go get comfortable in bed.”

Hannibal smiles at this, watching Wills form retreat to their shared bedroom before freezing, feeling like a bucket of cold water has been poured over his head he shouts a startled, “Do not put that dog in our bed Will!”

[1ncend1ary]

yeah.

[androidboy]

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[justalittlebluetiefling]

Saying you can host Thanksgiving when you're the planner in your relationship and you work in a retail-adjacent career is really just digging your own grave.

[danielnelsen]

sometimes i’ll randomly remember someone from primary school and go and see what they’re up to and today’s guy is now working as a child & adolescent psychologist with explicit mention of working with trans kids

[trashbaget]

[crvstybowlofcereal]

this is a really specific vent(?) post. im processing things by putting them in words. its not serious, feel free to ignore me lol

i just want to say that a couple years ago when i was in the beginning stages of researching autism (and would soon realize i am most likely autistic) i was in a relationship. and communication in a relationship is So Very important to me. I would constantly ask how he was (obviously it was more specific to whatever situation was going on) and he would always say he was fine. If I had even the Slightest hint that he wasn't actually Fine (like 19 times out of 20) i would continue asking if he was sure and if he wanted to talk, and he continued to say he was fine. half the time i assumed he meant it and i read the situation wrong, the other half of the time i assumed he didn't want to talk about it.

he ended up breaking up with me because i

"didn't pick up on some things"

"what kind of things?" i asked

"idk, just, things."

and he had been talking to my friend (U) about our relationship, and telling her that i wasn't picking up on things. she got mad at me and we had a "fight" for a short time, she thought i was being a bad partner, and her sister (M) (who is toxic and possessive) felt like i wasn't spending enough time with her, so she complained about it to their mom, who got mad at U for it for some reason? so U also brought all that up, telling me M felt left out. (i wasn't leaving M out of anything, i was sitting with my partner at lunch half of the time, she was welcome to join, but didnt, looking back i think M has RSD and maybe i should have been more direct when moving to a new location to explicitly invite her) (U was also not in school at the time due to covid, so its not like i was spending more time with her over M, which is something M would get so upset about if she perceived it to be that way [she was incredibly possessive of me as a friend and the extent of it made me feel like an object tbh])

U never brought up the issues my partner talked about, because that's how we are, we don't make it known someone was venting to us, to respect their privacy, but it fueled her emotions during our "argument" so i really only heard her being mad at me for not including M, (which i later learned is because M's emotions were made to be her problem when they shouldn't have, this has been a running problem so it wasnt that surprising to learn) so i started spending more time with M, but it was school, and i had work, so schedules only allowed so much time, and any time I was with M (lunch and one class) was when i was also with my partner, but i had other classes with him so i assumed it was fine, but he started drifting away (also around a time i attempted to communicate something important about our relationship, which ended up making him uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything about it until we had a conversation after breaking up)

i was stuck in a place where i felt like no one around me communicated how they felt and still expected me to understand them and do what they wanted me to do

U and i recently reflected on this and realized my ex was a shitty communicator (he and his next partner also broke up because he didn't say how he felt and expected them [also most likely autistic] to... just kinda know ig?) and that she should have gotten my side of the story (she had no idea i was frequently checking on him and trying to get him to talk to me)

and that she wasnt actually upset at me about M, she was upset that people were making it her problem, and she was especially upset during this reflection to learn that M was not being left out at all, she was just doing That Thing again where she wanted me to be Her friend and Only Her friend.

U AND I ARE NOT MAD AT EACH OTHER FOR ANY OF THIS, I WAS NEVER MAD AT U AND U WAS ONLY MAD ABOUT HER PERCEPTION OF THE SITUATION, AND ONLY FOR A SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME, EVERYTHING IS FINE

so basically i went like a year and a half thinking that people were rightfully mad at me and i was too self absorbed to pay attention to other peoples' emotions and i started learning how to read people again (clearly my body language research from middle school wasn't cutting it anymore) only for me to realize i just need people to be a little more direct that allistic people typically are, and those specific people were just being dogshit at communicating, (even for allistic people, relative to my needs)

anyways highschool post-covid was Really Fucking Weird and socially stressful for me

TL;DR reflecting on my communication needs not only not being met, but being far undershot for even a "normal" persons needs and how i was convinced I was the problem because of circumstances

[postmodernlover]

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[masquenoire]

As a result of the physical trauma he experienced during infancy, Roman has a difficult time perceiving sensitivity and can be numb to the touches of others, especially after the incident that caused his mask to fuse to his face. No longer able to enjoy something as simple as a lover’s kiss or warm hand on his cheek, the inside of his thighs, neck and chest scars are his next most sensitive areas though he prefers it when his partners are rougher so he’s better able to feel thus experience more pleasure in bed.

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

look at this pic of me my mom took when i was 15/16(?) with the camp counselor i had a crush on

[tari-aldarion]

A Thought: OFMD Bones AU with Stede as Brennan and Ed as Booth.

[p2iimon]

drawing more furry fnaf art. yknow just to keep you posted. i love posting in the tags sorry these ones got away from me