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nonpoppin · 2 months
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Love your Farleigh fic btw. Been re-reading that shit for days. Ngl, I feel like the reader is the type to like- have an arm on Farleigh's thigh when they sit together, hold Farleigh by his waist or the small of his back, and do the pinky hold instead of intertwined fingers, idk. She gives off that vibe. I like it
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Summary: treating Farleigh like a baby girl!
Warnings: slightly-maybe- a little bit sexual but not much, it's just an attempted handjob and drunk reader. Enjoy, mwah!
Notes: this wasn't a request but its so cute I keep thinking about it. This is the same universe as OMC! Farleigh just before all the cheating. As for what you said, I agree! She just has to be slightly drunk to start it up I fear, she's super aware of what she does around others but drunk reader? She don't care :) this is 1.4k words!
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Farleigh is six foot five, nearly two hundred pounds and he's aware that his hair adds nearly another four inches to his height.
He's tall— he's heard it all his life and when he was living in the States with his mom, he had coaches approach him about joining football, basketball, and volleyball and once, a swim coach had cornered him just before school let out for the summer. The point is, that he is aware of his height. He knows that he's probably ducking to enter a room for the rest of his life, he knows he needs to avoid those flimsy wooden chairs because three years ago, he sat in one, and two of the little wooden legs gave out and his cousins still haven't let him live it down. And, he knows better than to sit on your lap as you grin up at him. 
He's sure he'd crush you or, the combined weight of the both of you would crumble the chair and well— he doesn't really want to think about it, the imagined embarrassment is enough to make his skin crawl. 
“No,” He sneers over the chatter of everyone else. The pub is loud but what else could be expected from a Friday night? “Just get up and maybe you can sit on my lap.”
You pout at him and he mocks it, a fake coo leaving his lips. “I don't want to get up.” You say and then you pat your lap again, your legs spreading as you slouch in the seat. “Come on, sit on Daddy's lap.”
Farleigh coughs, his neck flushing red as he scowls at you. “You think you're funny?”
You smile at him and he can see it in the way your nose scrunches, you're a little bit past tipsy. It'd be cute any other day but all Farleigh wants to do is sit down and drink with you and your friends. “Yeah, I am funny.” You answer, you're still smiling when you reach out to him, your pointer finger linking with his and you pull him closer. He goes easily despite all his huffing and puffing and he stands between your legs with a frown, “Just sit, Farleigh. You're not gonna hurt me.”
“Yeah, mate.” Felix butts in, his pint sloshing as he leans over Oliver. The movement has the whole table quieting and turning to look at the both of you. It's enough to make Farleigh sneer at them all as you let out a giggle.“Just sit, all this flirting is making my stomach turn.”
Put on the spot, Farleigh hisses out an annoyed ‘Fine.’ and gingerly settles himself on your lap, he puts most of the weight into the tips of his toes, nearly hovering for a moment before you wrap your arms around his waist and pull him flush against you. “See?” You murmur, your breath against his ears has his shoulders rising as a shiver goes down his spine. “Nothing happened.”
“Yet.” Farleigh replies. He can feel himself blushing, his stomach fluttering as you nuzzle closer to him. Alicia passes him a beer and he gives her a tight lip smile before his eyes dart over his shoulder and across your face. “Am I crushing you?”
“No.” You giggle and one of your hands pats his thigh. “I’m fine, you're not even that heavy.”
Farleigh knows that's a lie but doesn't have a chance to say anything before he's being pulled into a lighthearted argument with Felix and Daniel, Oliver says a word or two but Farleigh makes an effort to either speak over him or ignore him. You watch from over his shoulder, smiling as Farleigh shoots down whatever Felix is saying so quickly, that it has his cousin's cheeks pink as he rushes to defend himself. 
He's cute like this. In his element of arguing about something stupid, a beer in hand. He's still a little tense against you but not like he was before and it makes your smile grow. Maybe it's the booze talking or maybe you just really love him but Farleigh is just so damn cute right now it makes you wanna kiss him out of his clothes. But you have enough sense to realize that Farleigh just got here and probably doesn't want to leave anytime soon so you swallow your growing desire for him and instead, draw patterns against his clothed thigh. He's mid-sentence when you start this and he trips over his words as he glances down at your finger then away, you would have missed it if you weren't so focused on him and another giggle bubbles out of you because of it.
Bravely, you trail your fingers higher, your head resting against his back as you trace circles and figure eights closer and closer to his dick. You smother another laugh against his back when he clears his throat, his hand falling over your and he forces your fingers to link. “What are you doing?” He whispers and your head lifts just enough to see that both Daniel and Felix had turned away from him, falling into their own conversation.
“Sorry,” You say and Farleigh notes that you don't sound sorry at all, there's still a bit of humor in your voice. Like you're about to burst into giggles any second and Farleigh realizes you're far past tipsy and that you're drunk. “Do you want me to stop?”
Your voice is a little loud and Farleigh turns his head, shushing you with a small smile. He ignores how Alica glances at the both of you and away with a frown and he ignores how Oliver doesn't look away. “I didn’t say that, baby.” He says, his voice is still a soft whisper and you let out a breath as he finally settles his full weight against you. You didn't even realize your leg was bouncing till it was forced to still under the weight of his legs. “I’m just asking what you're doing.”
Your fingers flex around his, trying to shake your hand free but he keeps a steadfast hold and it pulls a small whine from you as you slip your other hand up the hem of his shirt. His stomach flexes against your cool palm, but you make no move to do anything else as you let your head fall back against his shoulder. “Just wanna touch you.”
Farleigh huffs a laugh. You always get like this when you had too much to drink, not quite clingy just touchy, like you wanna crawl under his skin and feel him from the inside.“You’re drunk, babe.”
“‘m not.” You murmur and your hand slips, the tips of your fingers slipping under his waistband. Farleigh doesn't stop you because it's just nice to see you want him this much that youd feel him up in front of both your friends. But the hand that's holding yours clutches just a bit tighter, a gentle warning— a nudge to remind you of your surroundings and you ignore it as you grin. “Just wanna suck your dick.”
The laugh that leaves him is choked, he gives your hand a small squeeze before he lets it go. “Yeah, you're definitely drunk.” You only hum in response, your hand slipping lower and Farleigh is suddenly glad he's wearing a baggy sweater because when your hand cups his dick all of it is hidden, he feels himself jerk in your hand and a small groan leaves him. “Are you really about to give me a handy in a pub?”
A snort leaves you and you grope him through his underwear. You've felt Farleigh dozens of times since you've started dating and yet every time you can't help being amazed about how heavy he feels in your hand, how hot he gets as he grows harder. He shifts in your lap and you press a small kiss against his neck, “ You’re so fucking British sometimes, it's a handjob, and yes. I am.” 
You get about two strokes in, your thumb swiping over his tip before Farleigh jerks to his feet, your hand slipping from his pants as he pulls his sweater down. “Come on, we're leaving.” 
You let out an annoyed groan, you barely tocuhed him. “Farlei–”
He pulls you to your feet and presses a kiss to your lips. “You can do this somewhere Oliver isn't watching.” You giggle against his lips and peak over his shoulder, making eye contact with Oliver who's nibbling on his lip. You wiggle your eyebrows at him, a cheeky laugh leaving your lips as Farleigh pulls you away from the table.
“Where are you two going?” Felix calls after you both and Farleigh wraps an arm around your waist as you twist to answer him.
“I’m gonna fuck your cousin!”
Farleigh hisses your name out in warning as the table breaks out into laughter. 
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calemakart · 3 months
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some old cales i found cleaning up my files :) happy new year !!
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ode2rin · 8 days
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hi... (runs away)
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rebsinthevoid · 3 days
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I LOVE YOUR DS AU SM!! question, does mick have his own?? or nando? any of them, i guess? i love this its so good
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DS related gifts are Seb's love language and he's never not trying to get the younger drivers on the grid to play with him by shoving games he's sure they’ll like at them until they cave. I think at this point, most of the drivers have consoles, though it's a mixed bag on who has an old lite they held on to since elementary school and who picked up a New Nintendo 3DS XL because the puppy dog eyes they were getting was becoming a bit much.
Because you mentioned them-
Mick has the same DS he's had since he was a little kid. One of his first memories with Seb was sharing a flight on a race weekend with his father and a much younger RB era Sebastian and being blown away by all the Zelda facts Seb could recite. They bonded over Seb passing down games to him and still have the same constant back and forth game trade with each other when they come across something the other may enjoy.
Lando took a while to come around because when Mark mentioned in passing that Seb has always been "a pretty big gamer", he took that as "Seb is someone to play COD with", and was promptly disappointed to ask him about it and find out the the only version hes familiar with is the 2007 Modern Warfare port for Nintendo DS and that he wasn't really a fan (likely because it ran at 256px x 192px and less than 20fps and also just sucked). He has since bought an obnoxiously orange 3DS and has frequent Smash Bros. Tournaments with Oscar that always get slightly too heated.
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rutadales · 4 months
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Seeing a lot of twitter refugee posts about Tumblr etiquette, here's all you need to know (in my experience)
People will assume ur a bot if u don't have an icon, get an icon. if u need one but don't know where to one a lot of artists here are totally chill if you use creds
Dreblr is for c!dream positive fans, dreamblr or dtblr is for cc! centric stuff, but there is a lot of overlap in the community
NEVER!!! tag any mcyt post Minecraft, the Minecraft fandom has it hard enough dont clog their tags
Personally I avoid the main tags like dsmp and mcyt bc the larger communities are pretty hostile to dream fans. our little corner is safe Godbless 🙏🙏
If you send anon hate ur a loser so don't do that
The rivals fans here are the coolest and nicest people in the world
People unfollow and block all the time, if someone blocks u it's not personal do not stress over it. Blocking is everyone's best friend
No one cares about ships here this is not twitter
You can be blocked even on anon, so again, don't be weird
There is no algorithm so there's no shadow banning or anything like that. Most posts are spread by reblogs so a lot of fan creators on here really prefer reblogs over likes. Idrc either way and in my experience dreblr has been some of the best about reblogging compared to other fandoms but ya know, just to be aware why you might see reblogs>likes on someone's post
Don't stress about notes or followers, it can be cool to get a lot but not at all something worth worrying over
Here's a screenshot of my dashboard settings, follow my footsteps I've been on Tumblr forever this will give you the best user experience (or mess around to find what works for u ;P also yes I use the pumpkin color scheme it pleases me)
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shepscapades · 5 months
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I SAID IM RUNNING OUT OF CANDY IM TURNING MY LIGHTS OUT11!!! I’m not home o.o
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everymadara · 6 months
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Chapter 661
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azulock · 2 months
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Once again time for a poll to sate my curiosity
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kelin-is-writing · 1 year
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How would Dabi react to you asking him to wash your hair?
dabi x fem!reader
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of course he would dash to you right away without a second thought. who is he to deny that to his adorable and pretty girlfriend? it’s not like he can’t wait to take the chance and touch you so more, of course not, that’s silly of you to even think about it!
side note, he’s surprisingly super good at washing hair seen his very close relationship with haird dye. has a surprisingly delicate and soft way of rubbing your scalp with the shampoo. hell, this man would also put an hair mask on them afterwards like– can he get any more perfect than this?!
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pepperpixel · 1 year
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Some art of Tori from @misfitmccoward ‘s Naruto fic Plasticity! Because!! It’s such a good fucking fic…! I had to do fanart for it!! honestly after I first read it I was so fucking hype about it that I was almost like “omg.. I have to do an animatic or something for this. it’s SO GOOD” but. My ability to do animatics has kinda flushed down the drain recently ghghg- But! Still!! I had to at least draw some fanart for it…!
#sorry if I got any details wrong! it’s been a few months since I read the fic!#I mean. I originally drew this right after first reading it. but! I only finished them now so. I might have screwed something up ggh-#but yeah! YEAH! OMG! I FUCKING LOVE THIS FIC!?!?!?!?#ITS SO GOOD!?!?#LIKE. ughghghggh. idk. I read it while still pretty deep in my head about awful life stuff#and just. reading Tori. going thru absolute HELL. was like. cathartic?? like my life. is not even a fraction of the shitshow hers is#but! JUST! STILL! like.. the way she responds to stuff… the delayed reactions. the attempts to just roll w the punches.#the fACT ALL OF HER POSSESSIONS ARE LIKE. MEANINGFUL AND IMPORTANT TO HER.#like that’s! a small detail in the grand scheme of the fic but the fact that sort of thing is commented on at all is like! FUCK.#I GET IT TORI I FUCKING GET IT#AND ITS SO FUN!!! like yeah shit is awful for tori basically ALL THE TIME. but it’s not! a downer to read! its fucking fun as hell to read!#the interactions between all the characters are SO GOOD! and entertaining!! literally EVERYTHING in this fic is a fucking delight!!!#and it’s like! ITS SO GOOD AT GETTING U TO ROOT FOR TORI! like!!!#yea I recognize Tori has slowly crossed all her moral and ethical lines and become. like. pretty fucked up.#but like! seeing that shift. coincide w the slow shift. towards everything in her life becoming NOT completely horrible#it’s just like!!! yes! girl! do what u gotta do! become a monster! get some happiness in ur life!#like it’s like… I love it so much. its such a fucking good fic. it’s sO FUN. I cannot overstate. how fun this fic is.#and Tori’s such an endearing character!! and everyone else is really likeable and well written too!#lIKE. IDK. ITS JUST A GREAT FIC DUDES. ITS GREAT#doodles#plasticity#blood#tori mendoza#also. the song that I was thinking of using for the animatic was gonna be ‘stupid intruders’#cuz I heard it and immediately was just like. OMG. THIS FITS THE VIBES SO WELL. like. it just felt very fitting ghgh#also also! Srry for misspelling ‘obviously’ in the first pic.. spelling is hard ghg-#but!! yeah!! have some art. of Tori! cuz I love her! and I love this fic!!#featuring 2 diff pics of her absolutely covered in blood from the 1st chapter! cuz. that was iconic…#and also I felt I didn’t properly convey the like. drowned rat energy the first time gGHG-#god ok I’m running out of tags now. U SHOULD READ THIS FIC IF U WANT ITS RLLY GOOD. highly recommend! it’s fucking great!
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cupophrogs · 20 days
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5 words.
My.
Classmates.
Shipped.
Them.
Like.
Crazy.
Over 18 people finna go to jail for this one-
oh hell nah
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nonpoppin · 1 month
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Farleigh, our little angel has definitely cried like a baby to reader, whining and sobbing all over over something so miniscule. Like, imagine him reviewing for an exam, trying to remember his lesson and all that, when Oliver suddenly popped inside his mind because he wanted about the topic. I can see him being so disgusted he just freezes, his mind going blank and he just sits there completely dumbfounded.
It's quiet for a few moments before reader suddenly hears quiet sniffling beside her before the drama queen starts crying. And when he'd nuzzled himself in Flare's arms he would be whining shi like "it's so horribleeeeee he just popped up and it was so disgustingggg..!"
Lmao
CRYBABY
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Summary: Farleigh has GOT to get over his beef with Oliver but in this, he doesn't.
Warning(s): none!
Notes: I STILL Don't take requests but this was a silly little thing I had fun writing it only took like 30 minutes! It's about 1.1k words!
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Farleigh has paced the length of your room ten times.
His phone is tucked to his ear, his shoulders raised to keep it balanced and he turns, his brows furrowed and teeth bared, “Are you a fucking idiot?”
You watch his lashes flutter in annoyance as his lab partner rushes to defend himself. His voice is muffled but you hear him say something about his grandmother and her dying but even that has you rolling your eyes. Steve's grandma has died about three times since the term has started and she'll probably die another dozen times knowing him. Farleigh’s hands clench on the notebook in his hands, the paper tearing as he takes about three steps forward and throws the poor book on your desk, “I don't fucking care–” He starts, “The Queen could die and I wouldn't care! This project is worth seventy-five percent of our grade and if you fuck this for me, I swear on everything I love I'll kick your ass–”
Something is wrong with you, you think. To find him so hot when he's so angry— you watch him from your bed, peaking just over the top of your laptop, your essay easily forgotten as the call drops. Either the school's shitty connection or Steve hanging up on him and Farleigh curses. It leaves his lips in a hiss when he shoves his phone in his pocket then he's rubbing his hands over his face with a groan and a weak little laugh that has you closing your laptop. “You okay, baby boy?”
Farleigh sits at your desk, the chair creaking with his weight. “Yeah.” He mutters, he tries to give you a smile when he turns to look at you but it falls and he quickly turns back around to open his notes. “I’m just stressed. This project and test corrections are just–”
Farleigh stops himself before he can finish, his shoulders rolling as he swallows. You're watching him carefully, eyes catching how his hands clench and unclench on the desk— it's rare that you see him like this. This stressed out, this upset but even you can see that this week has gotten to him. Farleigh has never failed a class, he's a top student; if not A’s he's getting B’s. He's attentive, and proactive in class, he attends even his worst professor's office hours to make himself known and ask questions but somehow–someway, three days ago, he failed. The professor handed him his test with it facing down, a disappointed look on his face, and Farleigh had told you how confused he was. His fingers had been interlocked with yours, your hand in his lap as he recalled the story, a frown on his lips and a far-off look in his eyes— Farleigh has never failed, he's never gotten a bad grade, not even in grade school and yet.
The grade had been the pebble falling before the avalanche, you realize. He had tried to meet his professor to see where he went wrong but the man had blown him off for Oliver Quick. Farleigh had said his name with so much disgust it sent a shiver down your spine. Whenever Farleigh approached his professor, Oliver was there, smiling, laughing— getting perfect grades on his essays and tests, and when Farleigh had finally cornered that man with his corrected test, The Professor simply failed him again, the score lower than before. Farleigh had shaken with thinly concealed rage when he came to you afterward, he told you the Professor signed him up for tutoring with Oliver out of concern for his steadily dropping grade.
You had watched for the past few days as Farleigh returned from studying with Oliver and it was like waiting for a bomb to explode, he always shook for a while afterward, Oliver was a shit teacher according to your boyfriend and if you were to believe him, it was absolutely purposeful— Felix had ripped into Farleigh after the second session because he had spooked Oliver and the next time he saw him, Oliver had a smug sort of smile etched onto his face. The grade was the pebble and this anger— the snapping and exploding over the littlest of things, the silence when it was only the two of you, it had been the destruction. You have been waiting for the aftermath, watching him carefully and preparing for it but there is only so much you could do in a natural disaster, especially when it was shaking the earth beneath your feet too.
“Come lay with me, Far’.” You offer. You're already moving your laptop and kicking off your covers to make room for him and at the same time he's shaking his head.
“I can't. I have to stay on top of this because if I don't he wins.”
You blink. “Who wins?”
Farleigh freezes. You watch silently as he sits stock straight for a few seconds before his shoulders just drop and he lets out an annoyed sob. You're jumping to your feet instantly, nearly tripping in your effort to get to him. “Oh my god.” He wails. “Oh my fucking god-!”
Your hands land on his shoulders and you're thankful your chair spins because it's easy to make your boyfriend face you, “Baby, what–” He wraps his arms around your waist, his face burying against your chest.
“I’m in competition with Oliver fucking Quick and I'm losing.” He whines. “You’re dating a loser, I'm a fucking loser!”
Your hands are still on his shoulders as he cries against you, your mouth hanging open. “Are you serious–” You push him back and another whine spills from him as your eyes meet his watery ones. He's actually crying about this, his nose red and cheeks blotchy. “Farleigh, babe, you can drop the class. You don't even need it.”
He whines your name and you notice how pretty he cries, his lip wobbling as he tugs at the ends of his sweater you're wearing. “But then he wins.”
Your eyes roll and you try to pull away but he moves with you, his arms still wrapped loosely around your waist. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Can you please just validate my feelings for two seconds?” He complains, another tear falling and you sigh pressing a kiss to his forehead. He hugs you closer, his lips twitching upward. “Thank you, I love you.”
“I love you too.” You respond easily but pull away after a moment. “But drop the class, Farleigh. I'm serious.”
He sniffles, twisting the chair back towards the desk with a grumble. “Let me just get a good grade on this correction and I will.”
You can only roll your eyes as you climb back into bed.
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applestruda · 1 year
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Who’re the top people you’re rooting for in the sexyman polls?
So ignoring the obvious answer of scar
I'm especially rooting for jimmy, tango, joel, sausage, and impulse
Those of which only two are winning,
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mars-ipan · 5 months
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overcoming anxiety (through practicing the things that scare you) is so interesting. i used to be horrified of taking up space or alerting other people of my presence. now i'm compelled to tell strangers i like their outfits or hair or earrings- on bad days i tell maybe a quarter of them. do i still overthink it? absolutely. but i call attention to myself to tell someone else my opinion. and with the way they tend to smile and tell me "thank you!" i'm pretty sure it's taken to heart.
i used to be horrified of making phone calls as well. this is one i'm still getting over- i just Don't Like Doing It. i used to have a phone call routine that i still joke about- realize i need to call someone, cry, avoid it for a few days, suck it up, write a script, memorize the script, cry again, final script read, make the call with the script in front of me. and i would be Exhausted by the end of it. i don't cry when i need to call people anymore. i'm even needing scripts less and less- i've found out that people actually won't kill me if i talk a little too fast or stumble on my words. i doubt i'll ever like making phone calls- i especially hate robots (i'm afraid they'll mishear me and direct me wrong or a person will suddenly show up and i won't be prepared)- but i can make them now.
i get overwhelmed really easy. just a thing that happens to me. my brain is really really good at taking one task and breaking it up into thousands of little tasks and it feels like i'm drowning. if i try to make it fewer larger tasks then it starts to feel insurmountable. i was completely lost on how to deal with this (other than avoid until you get that panic attack and can do work in the post-catharsis calm until 6:00 AM) until one night when my dad (who i often meet late at night due to overlapping mental illness symptoms) asked me how to eat an elephant. i looked at him, confused, and he said "one bite at a time." that was way more effective than any other analogy i've seen has been. "light at the end of a tunnel"- i don't feel like i'm moving forward, i feel like i'm scaling a wall. "steps on a trail"- i can see my destination, but it feels impossible to move forward. but eating an elephant? that sums it up perfectly. this huge task which seems impossible at a glance. but it must be done. so you eat the elephant, a bite at a time. every time i'm overwhelmed i repeat that phrase to myself. it hasn't made any major changes yet, but it keeps me calm enough to start before i hit the panic attack, which i'll take.
i was such a perfectionist growing up- i actually thought it was a good thing (school always taught me to strive for perfection). but it made me scared to try new things- if i wasn't immediately good at them, then it clearly wasn't for me. i'm still not great at starting new hobbies, but i try a lot of new things within the hobbies i already have. i test out different ways of making art, i try new puzzle games i don't understand, etc. and the feeling of steady improvement reminds me that i don't need to be good right away. some of the most satisfying moments don't come from immediately being good- they come from achieving that skill over time. i'd like to try to learn to sew soon.
idk it's interesting. i rewire my own brain's fear response by doing the Horrifying Thing enough times for me to understand that no i will not die. and while i'm doing it it feels like nothing is changing. i get so stressed every time- it can actually take a lot out of me (turns out fight-or-flight burns a lot of energy). but i look back at then vs. now and i realize how far i've come, and i can't help but think "huh. neat"
#marzi speaks#this post has no point. i am simply thinking out loud#i think understanding the root of where the anxiety comes from helps a lot too#like. my mom feels most secure when she's in control#she doesn't like situations in which she can't control how she responds or what happens when she does#it makes her feel helpless. and that's how her GAD affects her#it's also why her fear response is 'fight'- she stress-cleans and expresses authority because those are things she can control#it's a self-soothing technique#but for me it's different. i'm most at ease when i know where i am and what's going on#this could be for plenty of reasons. i'm bad at directions and time blind so i feel lost easily#i had to learn to do a lot of things by myself growing up because my brother needed a bit of extra attention#my parents used to sometimes forget to tell me about things- i wouldn't know we were going somewhere until they asked me if i was ready#or even just that i was always surrounded by so much information and i love learning with my whole heart#when i can't know what will happen next or why something's happening in the first place i get disoriented and frightened#i don't need to have a say in what will happen. i just need to know. then i can roll with the punches#this is why MY fear responses are flight and freeze#i self-isolate because i know environments like my room and my mind#other people are unpredictable. i know what i will do#i like puzzles because they're something i can learn and figure out. once i understand it's a matter of patterns#and they take my mind off of the unknown i'm worried about#my mom will engage in a lot of conflict behavior. i engage in a lot of avoidant behavior#yes this caused arguments growing up lmao. i'd be freaking out abt smth and she'd be confused as to why i wasn't just going and fixing it#or she'd be freaking out abt smth and i'd be confused as to why she didn't try to just get all the facts#but we're better communicators abt that now teehee#it's interesting though. we have the same illness (generalized anxiety disorder) and are similar in a lot of ways#but because our root fears are different our responses to them are different#this could also be learned#my mom grew up poor and didn't get to do a lot- she worked her ass off to have financial freedom#i grew up comfortable with every question i asked entertained by two very smart parents. when a question can't be answered i feel dissonant#it's probably a bit of both in some cyclical manner. still nifty to think about
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seasonofprophecy · 5 months
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Tumblr imperial core liberals only sharing donation posts for Palestine and not even touching posts that spread information regarding how current circumstances have not manifested spontaneously, that Israel has been targeting Palestinian lives since Israel's establishment, and that the genocide of Palestinians is the ultimate goal of the settler colony state, really reveals that the only thing an imperial core liberal is willing to do when a crisis occurs within peripheral states is throw money at it until it disappears so they can pat themselves on the back for pushing around their share of their country's wealth
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rutadales · 6 months
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I think my least favorite thing that happens in fandom spaces is how overly familiar people act towards you. Like whenever I get a post over 200 notes I have people making jokes in the tags that aren't like outright distressing or gross or anything but that just. idk! are jokes I would only make with people I know. Like "fuck you!" or "oh this is awful" or whatever that's done in a joking tone but it's still weird. You don't know me like that
And it's not so much a problem over here because we are so insular as a community so even if I don't know you guys by name or if we don't follow each other I still recognize the person commenting on my stuff. enough to almost certainly recognize the joking tone instantly and for that familiarity there to be warranted. we're not friends but it's like, yeah! I know this person they've been here forever. It's comfortable.
But in larger spaces that casual familiarity is gone. I've literally never interacted with you before. It's like if you overheard a conversation on the street and just walked in and started joking around with them like you knew them. it's uncomfortable!! and like yes obviously I'm looking for interactions when I post and tag things that's the whole point, so it is inherently different than say a private conversation being intruded on but djakfoofjf just don't act like you know someone you've literally never engaged with at all before.
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