#sincerety

[laurensxdeath]

With the ask games that get reblogged/asked by the same few mutuals I envision us all sitting down at a table quizzing each other

[jamespoeartistry]

The Value in Taking An Sincere Interest - Rumble Powered

[tswwwit]

Do the Other Pines ever figure out that Dipper is the mysterious husband Bill was oh so eager to get back to? If they did, how would they react?

They'll only figure it out if they get more information!

Upon learning said information, they will each take 2d10 psychic damage.

[mekatrio]

thank you jin 🥺

[heroes-fading]

i almost made a joke about tlou fandom and phoebe bridgers fandom being an entirely overlapped venn diagram of demographics (queer girls + nonbinary pals in their twenties with daddy issues) but instead i’m going to say the more sincere version of that which is:

i am very, very grateful to tlou and tlou fandom for helping me find a piece of myself i thought i’d written off (ha, there’s a pun in there) for good. i’ve said this before, but prior to writing for tlou i hadn’t written in like...six or seven years.�� the last time i wrote consistently i was a teenager. part of growing up in my mind was letting go of ~childish~ things but writing has been one of my favorite things to come back to and centered me in who i am and what i care about and it’s honestly brought me so much joy.

and i think of my lil teenage self who wrote because she didn’t have community outside of it and how lonely she was, how isolated she was, and that feeling she had when she lost her dad and how hard that always was. i’m in a very different and happier place in life that i was, and she’s the one that got me here. i’m very grateful i get to return to her a little bit in writing again to help her process shit she never really got the chance to. and i think a lot of us are coming back to that and those feelings and this is just such a kind and safe space to do that in.

my dad would have fucking loved the last of us. lil pearl jam and sci-fi loving and ronald reagan hating southern punk-nerd he was. 

anyway, thank you for indulging me so much here. it’s been wonderful.

[icannotgetoverbirds]

coffee my beloved but caffiene... \:

in case y'all couldn't tell i drank a little too much coffee today so needless to say im gonna be cutting back and seriously looking for decaf in the meantime lmao

[jacobglaser]

So I didn't post much yesterday on my birthday but it's 4am and I'm sufficiently drunk so I just want to say I love you all, this is a stupid website but it changed my life for the better and I don't know where I'd be without you all

[jamespoeartistry]

The Value in Taking An Sincere Interest

[parakeetpark]

Uh oh. Essay in readmore time

What's so frustrating is that for almost all of my life I didn't know I had adhd, and only found it out 5ish years ago

During ALL of my studies i was intensely freaked out and even when i got a grip on some of my mental health shit at uni, importantly I was still unaware of the adhd. And only had some professional tell me about their suspicion about it AFTER I could have received any support in my schooling.

And I have been working damn hard over the last half a decade to learn about myself and the way I work, and be kind to myself and open minded, and learnt from many many different people with adhd how they function - especially through advice on here bc much of Google is shit, and learnt what does and doesn't work for my personally.

I slowly unravelled and found myself. To a point where I'm actually functional and content in myself.

So now i find myself in the most intense, stressful period of my life since then. Grieving and finally understanding what people meant when they spoke about grieving a very close loved one. How nothing feels real even.

And I've found myself so extremely wired from having to do a very vast array of tasks all crammed into a short space of time with a close deadline - exactly the same conditions as during my studies.......... where nothing ever helped.

Yet. In the last thirty minutes I've unwound because I instinctively KNEW what to do. I found myself following all the things i taught myself about my adhd, and now I'm like 70% more chill???? Huh?????? Noticed suddenly that I've been using my ADHD self knowledge for the past few weeks and coped remarkably well because of it.

It's shocking because imagine what i could have done if I had ANY help with my adhd EVER in my life from the adults who were supposed to notice in my entire childhood. Like HUHHHHHH, I am shocked. Imagine how I'm here as an adult using 5 years of learning adhd related advice and stuff I learnt through self awareness .... and feeling better.

SHOCKING!!!!

PS - long ass tags that immediately ramble away from my initial post and go into something positive and that made me feel fluffy inside. You've been warned

[bl00dw1tch]

I hate how completely and totally A2 flipped my feelings on scifi as a genre. I used to hate it so much and Avatar just toed that line finely enough to trick me into trying to balance on it too. But i fell over on the scifi side and have been driving myself crazy thinking about space and planets and aliens and The Implications and trigun stampede ever since

[ishizizzle]

Up thinking of my boyfriend

[dazzlingjaeyun]

𝟐:𝟏𝟖𝐚𝐦 - 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

situationship!heeseung x fem!reader

genre: angst

warnings: heeseung just being toxic, mentions of alcohol and drugs/being high, skinship, suggestive, cursing, jealousy, mention of drowning (metaphorically)

word count: ~2,5k

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your fingers reached up to softly massage your temples as soon as you stopped your car at the red traffic light. why did you even stop? when the digital clock on the display right underneath your car's windshield read 2:18am and the empty streets had pracitcally turned the city into a ghost town?

you scoffed to yourself at the grotesque thought of you being the only soul out at this time, only to pick up heeseung, who had been way too far gone to call you himself.

"'m sorry to call you and burden you with this, pretty, but you gotta pick up your man from my place", heeseung's friend sunghoon had slurred at the other end of the line when your phone had rung less than ten minutes ago. he'd went on about how all of them had been either too drunk or too high to take heeseung home and how letting him sleep over was not an option cause he was 'unbearable and didn't shut up about you'. you would have declined, denying the truth behind sunghoon's words, and most importantly, you would have told sunghoon that heeseung was, in fact, not 'your man'. you would have told him to remind the elder that you'd already instructed him to stop drunk-texting or -calling you, that you didn't want to be there for him, only to get thrown away the second his mind was clear again. you would have done all those things, hadn't it been for heeseung's faint voice you could hear through your speaker, his almost desperate plea for someone to call you, to ask you to come. it made your heart ache and your gut fill with both pity and anger. and against all the rationality you could muster, you gave in. just like all the previous times.

the red light switched, illuminating the dark night in a rich green light.

you dropped your right hand to the gearshift, your left one to the steering wheel, and continued your way to sunghoon's place, the route being all familiar by now from the countless times you had found yourself in the exact same situation before.

when you arrived, sunghoon was standing outside the front door, waiting for you with an apologetic look on his face. his eyes quickly scanned you up and down, your lack in effort to dress up and your tired eyes making him realize that he must have really woken you up with the call.

"i'm sorry again", he mumbled, and when you didn't reply he continued "he's in the living room"

you nodded and followed him, finding the drunk man in question sitting on the sofa with his eyes only half open, seemingly complaining to his friend jake about something you couldn't quite make out from the distance and the way he could barely form a sentence without tripping over his tongue.

the sight made you sigh, wishfully thinking that he'd meant what you had overheard on the phone call with sunghoon earlier.

jake, who looked to the living room door in despair, let out a relieved sigh when he spotted you standing there with sunghoon.

"god bless you, thank you for coming", he said to you before turning back to heeseung, "your girl came to pick you up, now please shut up and don't annoy her the way you did with us"

"i'm not-", you started to protest, but decided to drop it the second heeseung's tired eyes met yours. the dark shade of brown caught you off guard, like it did every time, almost leaving you speechless.

you kept your eyes fixated on his, desperately searching for sincerety, for longing, for something to light up at the sight of you - anything. but the fuzzy feeling in your stomach that the first look into his eyes had given you soon subsided, giving way to disappointment that made you realize your search would stay without result.

"let's go home, hee", you mustered all the strength it took you to fight back tears or any sign of vulnerability.

he complied wordlessly, standing up from the couch, only to sit right back down as the dizziness shot up to his head.

"god, how much did you drink?", you mumbled, half worried, half annoyed. heeseung got wasted at least twice per week. he should have known his limits by now.

you walked up to the sofa with weak knees, hoping you wouldn't instantly melt into his touch the second he took the hand you offered him. you pulled him up, your grip on his hand just tight enough to steady but not hurt him.

you said a quick goodbye to his friends and slowly pulled heeseung outside the front door. when you reached your car, you opened the passenger door, carefully guided him to sit down and made your way to the other side of the car to sit in the drivers seat.

"seatbelt", you said sternly, watching him from the corner of your eyes. heeseung reached back to pull the seatbelt, only for it to slip out of his loose grip right after.

"how much did you drink?", you repeated the question you posed earlier, leaning over him to reach for his seatbelt. so close to his face you could feel his intoxicated breath on your skin, which instantly made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

"missed you", heeseung's whisper sent goosebumps down your spine. his hand found its way up to your cheek, softly caressing your skin with his thumb.

for a second, you closed your eyes, let yourself lean into his soft touch, wishing that it would stay like that forever. opening your eyes, you locked them with his darker ones immediately. the two of you held eye contact for some seconds, neither of you daring to blink - almost as if you were scared that if you closed your eyes now, you'd lose sight of the other forever.

you felt your heart sink more and more, knowing that this was exactly how you felt, knowing that he did not feel like that at all. you didn't want to be here with him and yet you couldn't help yourself to get into your car in the middle of the night to pick him up, to be with him for a few hours before he'd wake up and leave you alone as always. before he'd, again, keep you at a distance, only to call you 'his' whenever it would suit him. but for a reason unknown to yourself, you always gave in, always came back to him - as if the few hours of him holding you could heal all the scars he cut so deep into your heart, as if this time it could be different and he'd stay.

heeseung was the first to look away, his eyes wandering down to your plump lips. it took you all the strength you had left to not give in; to place your hand on top of his chest to hold him back before he could lean in.

"you smell like alcohol", you made up an excuse to not let him kiss you, aware that it was no use trying to address the real problem when he was in this state now.

you sank back into your seat slowly, ready to start the engine without another word when heeseung reached out and stopped your hand from turning the key.

"why were you so close to sunghoon at the party two weeks ago?", he slurred.

you didn't reply. you wanted to tell him that you came to sunghoon crying, almost begging him to look after heeseung, to make sure he wouldn't drink as much - you really did. but you didn't want to make yourself more vulnerable in front of him than you already were. you didn't want him to be aware of the power his drunk actions had over you, not now. so you decided to leave him clueless as to why sunghoon had had his arms wrapped around you tightly when you let your tears soak his shirt two weeks before.

the truth was, you couldn't handle it anymore. the constant on and off with heeseung. you should have known when you had accepted the friends-with-benefits agreement with him four months ago, but in your intoxicated state of mind you'd had the delusion that it might turn out to be something more.

by now, you weren't even that anymore. to be friends with benefits, you had to be friends in the first place. and friends were there for each other, cared about each other, made time for each other. you did all those things for heeseung, he did none.

"i asked you something", heeseung's voice brought you back to the moment.

"it was nothing", you replied shortly, finally turning the key, despite his hand still lingering on yours, and pulling out of the parking lot.

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you didn't know if it was the best idea when you decided to not bring him home and letting him sleep at your place instead, but you couldn't get yourself to leave him alone - although deep down you knew well enough he deserved it.

after you reached your place, every step seemed like pure routine to you; leading him inside the building and up to your apartment, then to the bedroom, where you made sure he removed his jeans to sleep comfortably, before tugging him into your silk sheets. you went to the kitchen to fill a glass with water and leave it, along with some painkillers for the next morning, on your small bedside table.

the faint scent of you on your pillows clouded heeseung's already intoxicated mind even more, bringing back memories of countless nights you'd spent together. you'd always been so easy to him. it'd only needed a call and some kisses to get you where he wanted you.

now, with you sitting on the edge of the bed, you seemed different - almost out of reach.

"what happened to you? realized you like sunghoon more than me?", he scoffed, reaching out his hand to draw small patterns on the outside of your thigh. his soft touch contrasted the almost harsh tone of his voice.

"i don't wanna talk right now, heeseung", you moved further away from him, ready to stand up, but his hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping you.

"y/n", he started, "you cannot go after my best friend. you're mine", he purred, tightening his fist around your wrist a little.

"can you drop the whole sunghoon shit, for fucks sake?", you snapped back, pulling your hand out of his strong grip, all the emotions you had been bottling up overflowing at once, giving way to anger and the courage to finally let them out.

heeseung raised an eyebrow. he was used to you cursing whenever he touched you in just the right places, hit the right spots, or when everything felt too much for you, but you had never cursed at him outside the bedroom. and although he couldn't help but feel just a little attracted by it and the way your angry state made your chest move up and down in fast, shaky breaths, a switch inside of him flipped. you were at fault, you had been so close to his friend, so why were you mad now? he should have been the mad one. mad at you and mad at sunghoon. hadn't he told all his friends that you belonged to him?

"if you didn't want me to say anything, you shouldn't have been a bitch", he hissed, his words hitting you like a punch in the gut.

out of everything heeseung had done so far, out of everything you wanted to curse him for, to scream at him for until he finally heard you, he had never insulted you.

"i was crying, heeseung. cause you have been acting like a bitch", your words caught his attention, making him sit up on the bed, "sunghoon only comforted me when you were too busy getting wasted"

"so as soon as i'm out of reach, you just run to my friends to get dicked down?", he dug deeper, his jaw tensing.

you rolled your eyes, anger and annoyance outweighing any other emotion you felt towards him at this point of the conversation. "no, but even if, it would have been none of your business who i fu-"

"you're mine", heeseung interrupted. you opened your mouth to object, but he was faster, "pretty sure the marks on your body are still there to prove it"

"i'm yours? fucking act like it, then!"

"i just said the marks on-"

this time, you were the one to interrupt him.

"you, heeseung. you should prove it. not 'the marks', i'm not a trophy. you're only calling me when you're drunk, high or horny. you don't even ask me how i am, how my day was, you wouldn't-", your voice broke, cutting you off. only now, you realized the tears that had slowly started to roll down your face one by one now that you finally voiced part of what had been troubling you for so long.

heeseung's expression remained stoic. "that's kinda what friends with benefits means, you agreed on that"

"we're not even friends. i care so much about you, i worry about you, i want to be by your side when you're having good times and when you're struggling. i put you over everything, i always did what you asked me for and more. but you'd never do that for me, not even half of these things. you throw me away like a piece of trash as soon as you don't need me anymore. heeseung, i lo-", you sobbed heavily, your confession stuck in your throat, "why are you doing this?"

you already knew. you were expecting what was coming, but hearing it from him would for sure make everything crash down on you like a big wave, ready to drown you.

"you're easy, y/n, you're always right there when i need someone", heeseung replied, almost nonchalant. although something about the way you were standing in front of him shaking and crying tugged at his heart, he couldn't get himself to comfort you. "i didn't know it hurts you so much, you always come back to me."

you're easy y/n, his words echoed in your head. everything started spinning. regret started to fill you up, daring to overflow. was the pain really worth the the few hours with him in which you'd wished time would stop and things would stay like this forever?

"don't call me again", was the only thing you said, before you walked out of your own room, leaving heeseung alone, and making your way to the sofa, where you lay down and silently waited for him to sleep off the alcohol. knowing that he would leave without another word in the morning . just like always.

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a/n: i think this is the most angsty thing i've written so far and ngl idk how i like it (ᵕ—ᴗ—) also i was thinking of maybe making a permanent taglist so in case you'd be interested to be added, lmk hehe ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

thank you so much for reading up until here. it means the entire world to me and i hope you guys enjoyed it. please do not copy. ❤︎︎

- dazzlingjaeyun

[moonsaver]

thoughts on sunday after 2.2? i remember playing through the quest and being FLABBERGASTED the whole time like my GOD he is not beating the yan! allegations after this one. literally so much about his philosophy and perspective on life, and everything seemed to align with that sort of mindset imo and it was just like LSKJDGLSKJDGLJSFJKD

I wanted to answer both asks because i really want an opportunity to just go full blown in on sunday right now!!

Also, YESS i know right? I want to put him in a little glass jar enclosure and shake him around a bit. He's my creature dont touch him!!

Tw: yandere, manipulation, lovebombing(?)

Okay so one thing that I majorly believe in is Sunday was actually deeply lonely, and was much more prone to loneliness than Robin ever was, especially considering the fork in the road regarding their "paths" with Harmony vs Order. I feel that Robin was generally able to get along well with the adults like an amiable kid, but Sunday only ever got along with adults being looked at like "an old soul" and was let in on far more complicated and morally messed up stuff earlier than Robin, which could explain his tendency to never share about his own troubles (as Robin mentions).

And I feel like having been bottling up these feelings for so damn long, it's honestly messed with his head. And the slightest bit of resistance from anyone supposed to be under his control is met with overwhelming "disciplinary actions".

If yan!sunday ever manages to sit down and have a quiet, long talk with his darling, it's going to be quite possibly the most frustrating talk ever. He's not wrong, but he's not completely right either. Trying to disprove him is futile – he'll bolt down each and every argument against his ideals, and honestly starts trying to embed his own ideals into you bit by bit. Like water droplets on a weathered rock. He wears down his darling over time, and it's quite possibly over for you if he decides he wants to throw in the whole "triple faced soul" hypnotising debacle. You can't hide a single thing from this man.

Of course, I don't think he'll go that far unless it's absolutely necessary. Or he has, and you just don't realise it until you're stuck deep inside of a sweet little dream. However, I feel like even if you have the complete opposite views, he's still going to let you be for the most part. He doesn't want to transform his darling – frankly speaking, that's practically changing the very person who he loved in the first place. He holds a bit of sincerety in his heart, which he constantly condemns, but still keeps; a part of him does hope his darling comes around to his views, and at least learns to adjust to them instead of vehemently resisting. He still wants to be able to maintain some level of equity/equality in your "relationship" (as long as he still has more control, of course).

In the other route as mentioned in the second ask, if darling does have similar, but not same views, Sunday is a bit disappointed, although he does suppose it's not the worst..

He's most likely going to ask you about your views, and earnestly listen and make sense of it. Sits down and quietly, patiently listens to you as you try and explain your own views, why you think he's wrong, etc.. and for a moment, you think he's actually being.. kind of sweet. Which is promptly shaken off in the next phase –

He becomes the biggest ASSHOLE.

At first he's pleasant about it; gently persuading you to consider other ideas (his, basically). Sooner that persuading turns to thinly restrained coercion, until he's in a full-blown argument with you.

He starts out with each and every point of yours, whittles it down, breaks and crumbles it apart and hands it back to you with his own, perfectly polished views. He denies, manipulates or twists every little thing you said to his own benefit, speaking in that calm, factual voice of his with pityingly warm, golden eyes that frustrate you; this is the man that's bending every word of yours to his benefit, but at the same time he has so much loneliness and earnest in his eyes you don't know what to say, whether it'll be too harsh, or not. It's a weird game of manipulation and wordplay that eventually breaks you down into hot tears, which he so gently and lovingly wipes away after taking off his gloves. Burying your head into his neck and softly whispering comforting words into your ear; I know, darling, it's hard. I'm sure it's not easy to accept, I know, dear.

It's frustrating, but it's so.. comforting and loving that you almost don't want it to stop. His hand is lovingly petting your head or rubbing your back, his voice coos at you in comfort. If you didn't know any better – you'd think he was more akin to a siren than an angel.

[mikaikaika]

Dude huge huge huge kudos to Tubbo's voice acting in the last message he recorded to Sunny. It encaptures so much despair and the little bit of hope as he wishes Sunny is being fed by atleast someone. The softness in his voice contrasting the roughness of the gravity of what the message holds. The genuine sincerety as he apologises for having Sunny face this because we are aware of qTubbo's suicidal tendencies. And despite all that qTubbo is going through that farce he is putting to try to be strong for Sunny as his last emotion filled laugh sounds on telling Sunny to go on. All of it conveys bittersweet-ness with such sincerity is absolutely remarkable.

All in all it just encapsulates the message of the love was there. It didnt change anything. It didnt save him. There were just too many forces against them. But it still matters that the love was there <3333

[dualityvn]

I made this for you Keith, I'll be here but will stay back until you need me, i promise i won't be leaving, never again, I'll just be here until you're ready to be okay with me again no matter how long it takes or what i will have to do but for now i really put into good thinking when i made theses for you. And I'm sorry for everything i put you through again, no amount of my sorry's could ever be enough to show you how much i regret for making you even think, you had to change in order for me to love you, when you already do so much for me.

Purple and blue Hyacinths for my regrets of actions and this time my true apology of my deepest sincerity, Yellow Roses for even if you don't feel comfy as being my lover ever again, friends is the best i could ever ask from you but even the brightest of my red roses in here, still burns for your heart that i ask for a fresh start between us, Daffodils, Carnation for the devotion and commitment you have done for me, and now, me wanting to return the favor, Gardenia for your gentleness through the harsh ways that i have given you and the life you had to endure, rows of Pink, Yellow, Purple and Red Poenies because of my now understanding of you not even being as close to a abelia, but more beautiful as i learn and lastly a flower for… well, I'm not good at remembering my flowers meaning, could you be of help? My darling Sunflower, your help really could be as use to me more than ever, would you do that for me this one last time? a flower that could be the meaning for, forgiveness?

"...Lily of the valley. It symbolizes rebirth... and white orchids for sincerety." - Keith

[official-penis-posts]

Okay so penis related i promise:

Something that's always really interesting to me is things someone who doesnt have a penis would do if they had a penis. Cause as a classic Penis haver, i'd never think to do most of these things, like stick it into a taco, or cover it in whipped cream or something. So asking for other answers, if you dont have a penis (or are going to) what would/will you do with it?

Joke answers welcome but im looking for sincerety as well

This is a thoughtful question and I wish I could answer fully but I must sleep soon, so I will say: I just wish I could suck my own dick. I’m kind of fascinated with that as a thing. Some people can. I cannot.

Oh also I once knew a guy who got his dick really cold and then put magic shell chocolate topping on it. Messier than anticipated, and not very fun (for him; I had a great time)

Also one time at burning man I saw a pamphlet that extolled the pleasures of fucking an avocado. It had pictures.