#there's a lot of things wrong with people

[idle-vapourings]

This is so real.

for myself, I've just had to realize when I'm talking to someone who has no desire to understand me.

because yeah, ableist people be ableist, bigots be bigots, selfish people be selfish, and it will be a losing game every time trying to make them come around.

i had this happen with a friend who had hurt my feelings. I kept it very short and polite because I didn't want to be angry with her or make her feel bad. and then she interpreted that negatively and had a lot of questions for me about my feelings. so i tried to take that in good faith, and explained myself in more detail. I tried to be both empathetic but clear, but really explain and answer her questions. she kept asking me to explain my feelings and at some point I felt that I was being asked to justify having an emotion, which I explained why that hurt. She wasn't getting it, so I explained with more words in an attempt to be clear while being honest how what was happening was frustrating and hurtful to me. she took that as aggression and an unwillingness to work things out with her (the precise thing I was attempting to do). and then she blocked me.

that stung and for a while i thought, hm did i fuck up. but the thing is, no i didn't. really, what it was about is that she refused to accept that she had done something hurtful. so the issue wasn't how i was communicating. it was that she refused to accept a world where she hurt my feelings - even if I had told her it was okay and that I know she didn't mean harm and that I had moved on. Instead, she needed to dissect why I was hurt to begin with and challenge it, rather than accepting that she was a human being who made a mistake. that person wasn't interested in my feelings or my take on the situation. they were interested in being right. and when they couldn't find a path to that with me, they just bounced.

I've also had this happen when requesting disability accommodations after getting a job offer. I requested clarity. I got obtuse replies. I gave more clarity. I got more obtuse replies. That was interpreted as me not wanting to participate in a good faith process. The reality was, the process was not good faith, and it never would have been, no matter what I said.

This feeling of no matter what you say it being wrong can be crushing and frustrating. because at least for me, I feel my autistic brain is really set on there being a solution, a right way to say something to get through to someone or to bridge a connection. and a sincere desire and deep need to be understood and heard. what I've had to come around to is that... sometimes people do not want to hear me. and if they don't, yeah, no matter what I choose, it results in misunderstanding.

I give it a genuine good go once or twice but if they're still interpreting me in the worst faith way possible or choosing to not really hear me then, yanno, time to not bother talking to someone who isn't listening and go talk to someone else worthwhile. I just try to remember that the failure is not mine, here. Someone who doesn't want to listen will never hear me. And people who don't actually want to hear me are never, ever worth my energy in the long run.

The people who really want to listen are out there. I say my thing, I be myself, and I see what the other person does with it.

I LOVE being autistic and trying to communicate because every time it’s

[moonstruckme]

First time request! I'd love a poly Jily fic based on the prompt "blood swirling down a shower drain." Maybe the reader just got back from a mission that went wrong and is kinda out of it, trying to wash everything off. James and Lily find them and refuse to let them deal with it alone, just soft, quiet comfort, lots of gentle touches, and reassuring words.🥹 Thanks!!

Thank you for requesting! This turned out so much angstier than I intended. I really don't know what happened but...I'm sorry? Or for the people who are always asking for angst I don't deliver, you're welcome I think? I don't know it just happened I wasn't on the decision-making panel

cw: blood (lots of blood), reader is a bit in shock, nonsexual nudity, death (of a minor canon character, not someone we really know and love), set in canon so there's death eaters/the order/etc., quite angsty (for me at least) but there is comfort I promise

poly!Jily x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words

James and Lily are cuddling when you come home. Well, they’re sort of just holding each other and trying to pass it off as cuddling. Any one of you going out on an assignment for the Order always makes nervous wrecks of the two left behind, but Lily and James doing their best to distract themselves, a film on the television and each trying not to look like they’re glancing out the window every minute. 

The crack of apparition outside puts an abrupt end to the facade. 

They’re both up in an instant, but Lily puts a hand to James’ chest when he goes for the door. “Wait,” she says. She leaves a spot of blood on his shirt from where she’s picked the skin by her nail down to nothing. 

James’ heart revolts, but he listens. They both listen, until they hear the two-three-two knock that means it’s you. 

Lily manages to move faster than him. She has both the muggle and magical locking mechanisms undone in an instant, opening the door to you. 

To you, absolutely drenched in red. 

It’s in your hair; it stains your clothes; it cakes your face and your neck and your hands. There’s hardly an inch of you left clean. James can’t comprehend it. Was there…was there an explosion of some sort? Did you get splattered by something? He feels sick. 

“Is that blood?” Lily’s voice is admirably steady. 

You nod. “Yeah.” 

James really feels sick. 

“Are you hurt?” She reaches for you, bringing you inside. You move like your body weighs a thousand pounds. 

“No, I’m—it’s old. I’m fine. Remus fixed it.” 

“Good old Moony,” James croaks. It’s meant to be a joke, but truly, he’d love to fly to Remus and Sirius’ flat right now to give his friend the hug of his life. If only there weren’t things for James to take care of here first. 

“What happened, sweetheart?” Lily asks, running a gentle hand up your arm. Blood flakes under her touch. 

“They were waiting for us.” Your voice is low, like it’s the sort of truth that becomes worse once said aloud. Your eyes look bigger and brighter in the midst of all the mess. James wants desperately to hug you, and yet—shamefully—he’s afraid of touching you; like despite what you say, he might find you less whole than you were when you left a few hours ago. “It was just supposed to be Dolohov there, but there were a lot of them. They knew we were coming.” 

“They did this to you?” 

“It…I…” Your gaze moves from Lily, to James, back to Lily again. You look exhausted, haunted, but worried beneath that. A moment later, James understands why. “It was Severus.” 

Lily reacts as though you’ve hit her. Her expression looks like a heart cracked open, but she doesn’t let go of your arm. 

“He used this spell,” you tell her, seeming sorry to do it, “that opens cuts all over the other person’s body. Remus was able to figure a counter-curse before I bled out. I don’t think Severus was aiming for me…” 

Even looking at your face, James is unsure of whether you mean that. The odds that Snape would try to hurt you seem equally as likely to him as those that he wouldn’t. You may only be trying to protect Lily. She looks so devastated, James wants to wrap you both up and never let you go again. 

Something Lily and James have always had in common is how they love. They may not always show it in the same ways, but once they’ve chosen someone, that’s it; they’ll live and die for them. They give away their whole hearts. James has just been luckier in who he’s chosen to give his to. His first love—outside of his family, of course—was Sirius. Lily’s was Snape. 

But, as much as James loves Lily, if Snape showed up on your doorstep right now James thinks he would kill him. 

“I’m sorry,” Lily says to you, her eyes shining. 

“It’s okay.” You extricate yourself gently from her grasp. “I’m going to shower.” 

“Sweetheart…” James reaches for you, but you ghost past his hands, only mumbling again, “It’s okay.” 

Nothing’s okay. Lily’s looking after you like her heart’s been cracked open. From the sound of it, you actually were cracked open for a while. There’s a fracture between the three of you that James doesn’t know how to fix. But certainly he’s going to try. 

“Come on.” He takes Lily’s hand, encouraging her down the hall with him. When she comes, he wraps an arm around her shoulders to kiss her hair. “It’s alright. Come on, lovely.” 

The shower is already running when they open the bathroom door. James shuts it behind them before starting to strip, and Lily’s questioning look only lasts a moment before she’s doing the same. He sets his glasses on the counter. 

“Hi,” he says, pulling the shower curtain open enough to pop his head in. You look surprised, which is a surprise in itself; you must really be lost in your own head not to have heard them enter. “Room for two more in here?” 

There is, of course, room—as if James would ever let you get a place without a shower big enough for three—but still he’s relieved when you nod. He steps the rest of the way in, making room for Lily to squeeze in behind him. You seem to have scrubbed your face clean and now are letting the water do the work on the rest of you. Blood swirls down the shower drain. 

James steps closer, giving you long seconds to back away, to let your face reveal hesitation or denial, before he kisses you. Slowly. Warmly. You soften like butter in the sun, arms coming around him as his do you. 

“Didn’t get to do that properly when you got home,” James murmurs after your lips part. 

“Yeah,” you breathe. 

He fights to keep his lips from twitching at the now-familiar dazed quality to your tone. It is taking every ounce of his concentration to not think too hard about the two stunning women he’s sharing a shower with right now. 

Since Lily is no longer up to being the asker of questions, James gives it a whirl. “Do you want to tell us any more about what happened tonight?” 

Your eyes go weary and somber. He sees your throat bob as if around something painful. “We, um. We lost Edgar.” 

Lily makes a wounded sound. “Bones?” 

James has already drawn you into a hug. You nod against his chest, choking out a weak, “Yeah.” 

“Was it…”

“It was Lestrange,” you answer before Lily has to finish asking. Not Snape. She breathes out. 

“I’m so sorry,” she says, joining your hug. Water runs in rivulets down the three of you, transferring from one body to the other, off James’ nose and Lily’s hair and your chin, pooling in all the places you’re pressed together. James fights an ache in his own throat. You’d all known Edgar, but only you watched him die. This is a grief he and Lily can only share in parts of. 

There’s lots more kisses and murmuring before you get to the business of washing. James runs you over with a soapy cloth while Lily shampoos your hair, the both of them making sure no inch of you goes unseen to. Remus has done a good job; there are no scars where Snape’s curse tore you open. As the blood clears away, James can’t tell where it originated from at all. 

He tells you how happy they are to have you home. You smile at his exaggerated jokes about separation anxiety and squeeze his hand when he presses a thumb into the corner of it, chuffed with himself. Lily apologizes again for Snape, and you both promise her she’s not responsible for him until it seems almost like she believes it. James is kicked out of the shower in disgrace after mistaking your body wash for conditioner. He warms towels in the dryer while Lily works the tangles out of your hair with her fingers. 

When you go to bed, you’re still as exhausted as you were when you came home. You move like your body weighs a thousand pounds, and there’s a haunted look about your eyes, and you don’t seem up to saying much. But you curl up with James’ chest to your back and Lily’s leg draped across your own, and you’re loved, and that counts for something.

[dollyswishingwell]

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Faking it

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ angst lowkey (reader feels like she owes it to them), lots of fluff, smut (barely), lemme know if i missed anything

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ You fake an orgasm

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Rafayel had been extra clingy all day.

He’d followed you around the penthouse like a lovesick puppy, sticking his cold fingers under your sweater, nuzzling into your neck while you were trying to fold laundry, dragging you into bed even though you clearly weren’t in the mood for much more than a nap. But he’d been gone for three days at some idiotic meeting Thomas insisted on dragging him to, and when Raf missed you, he missed you. Not just your presence, not just your voice, he wanted your body, your soft little moans, your sweet eyes fluttering up at him like you were the only two people in the world.

You knew that.

You knew that so well that when he finally nestled between your thighs that night, whispering “Missed my pearlie so much” with lips dragging down your shoulder, you didn’t say no.

Even when you weren’t really in the mood.

Even when your head was foggy from sleep, and you kept accidentally zoning out halfway through.

Even when the ache in your back was stronger than the ache in your core.

So you faked it. Sweetly. Breathlessly. A little sigh, then a trembling moan, then a soft whimper of his name like it was the most natural thing in the world. You even arched your back for effect, letting your lashes flutter shut like it was all too much.

And Rafayel melted. He always did. With a soft, broken sound, he buried his face in your neck, shuddering as he came right after you, his arms tightening around you like you were his entire universe.

He stayed like that for a while, still, silent, face smushed against your skin. You thought he’d drifted off. He hadn’t.

“…You faked that, didn’t you,” he mumbled quietly, barely audible. Not angry. Just sad.

Your breath hitched.

“I-It’s not that I don’t like it,” you whispered quickly, panic bubbling in your chest. “I just—wasn’t really in the mood, but you missed me, and I thought—it’s not a big deal, Raf. I love you—”

His arms stayed wrapped around you. But he didn’t say anything at first.

“…You don’t ever have to do that,” he said, voice hushed and soft against your skin. “I’d rather just hold you.”

A pause. Then, quieter:

“You know you don’t have to earn your keep like that, right? You’re my baby, not a reward for coming home.”

Tears pricked your eyes. You nodded.

“…Can I still hold you anyway?” he asked a moment later, voice small.

You turned in his arms and nodded again. “Always.”

He kissed your cheek and pulled the blanket up to your chin, tucking you against him like a doll. Quiet, content, a little clingy still, but nothing more.

Just your soft Rafayel, who loved you even when you were tired.

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

You weren’t sure when exactly you started zoning out.

Maybe it was around the time his hand slipped under your thigh and he murmured something about how perfect you were for him. Maybe it was when his rhythm became familiar enough that your brain wandered, first to the grocery list, then to what color nails you wanted for the hospital gala, then to God, I’m so sleepy.

You weren’t mad. You weren’t upset. Zayne wasn’t doing anything wrong.

You just… weren’t really in it tonight.

But he’d been so gentle with you all day. Brought you breakfast in bed, carried you into the bath, helped you detangle your hair after. He was soft, and warm, and still in his work scrubs when he pressed kisses to your collarbone and whispered, “Missed you today, sweetheart.”

It felt like the least you could do.

So you closed your eyes, let your arms wrap around him loosely, and when the moment felt right, you gave a soft, breathy gasp and arched up into him like your body just couldn’t help it. You sighed his name, let it crack a little like you were overwhelmed. Let your body go limp in that perfect post-orgasm way he loved.

And Zayne, always so careful, always so attuned to you, stilled.

You didn’t notice right away. Not until he pulled out of you a little too carefully, brushed the hair from your face with a quiet, unreadable look in his hazel-green eyes.

“…You didn’t finish.”

Your heart jumped. “W-What do you mean? I—”

He gave you that look. The one he gives when a patient tries to lie to him. Calm. Not angry. Just knowing.

“I know your body, sweetheart. I know your tells.” His thumb brushed over your flushed cheek. “And I know when you’re pretending.”

You flushed deeper, shame crawling up your throat. “I just… wasn’t really in the mood. But you were so sweet today. And I didn’t want to disappoint you, so I thought maybe if I just…”

Zayne exhaled softly through his nose.

“Oh, darling.”

He leaned down and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead. “You don’t ever have to do that. Not for me. Not for anything.”

You stared at him, blinking, feeling suddenly small. But his voice was warm. Steady. Not hurt. Just, loving.

“I didn’t marry you for sex. I married you because I love you.” His palm settled over your heart. “Even when you’re tired. Even when you’re not in the mood. Even if you never want to again.”

Your throat wobbled. “I just didn’t want to be a burden…”

Zayne kissed your nose. “Then let me remind you. You are never a burden. You’re my sweetheart.”

He tucked you into his arms, bare chests pressed together under the soft hospital-blue sheets. “Now get some rest. I’ll still be here in the morning.”

And he was. He always was.

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

You weren’t mad at him. You weren’t upset. You weren’t even uncomfortable.

You were just… not really feeling it.

Xavier had come home early from a reconnaissance mission, swept you up into his arms like a weightless thing, and carried you straight to the bedroom, eyes low-lidded and unreadable. He’d murmured something about how you looked too pretty in your little apron today, how the scent of you lingered in his mind when he was away. And you, soft and pliant and wanting to be good for him, let yourself be undressed, let yourself be kissed and adored and laid bare beneath him like a porcelain bunny.

But somewhere in the middle, your mind drifted.

You were thinking about whether you left the window garden open. About the broken necklace you meant to fix. About what to make him for breakfast tomorrow, because he liked the way you cut his toast into hearts, even if he pretended not to care.

And when Xavier’s fingers gripped your thighs tighter, when he leaned in closer with a low, breathy sigh of your name, you realized he was close.

So you let out a soft gasp. Arched into him, just a little. Moaned quietly. Gave the illusion of release, not over the top, just enough to melt him.

And he did melt.

But not in the way you expected.

His rhythm faltered. His breath caught. And instead of pressing closer, he… stopped.

You blinked up at him, confused. “…Xavi?”

He looked at you. Really looked at you.

Still inside you. Still quiet. But not lost in pleasure.

“…Starlight,” he whispered, voice low. “You didn’t finish.”

Your stomach dropped. “I—I did.”

A pause. Then his head tilted.

“You forgot to shiver. You always shiver.” His tone wasn’t judgmental. It wasn’t even sad. Just curious. “Did I hurt you? Was I too fast?”

“No, no! Nothing like that!” you rushed. “I just… wasn’t really in the mood. But I didn’t want to ruin the moment, and you seemed so…”

He blinked once. Twice. Then leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours, silver hair falling like soft silk around you.

“You don’t have to give yourself to me if you’re not ready, bunny. You’re not something I take.”

His voice was impossibly gentle.

“You’re something I love.”

Your eyes welled up, but he was already moving, already pulling you into his chest like the softest, most precious thing in the universe. He didn’t pull out, not yet, just wrapped his arms around you and rested there.

“Next time,” he whispered, eyes fluttering closed, “just tell me. I’ll hold you instead.”

And he did. For a long time. Until he fell asleep, buried against you, mumbling soft things in his sleep like mine and safe and stay close.

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

You weren’t quite sure why you did it. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was habit. Maybe it was because Sylus had been working so hard lately, burning down obstacles for you, carving out a future where you never had to lift a finger, not even to open a door.

He’d bought you a new mansion this week. Not just any mansion, a six-level estate with custom marble floors and a koi pond just because you once mentioned missing your childhood pet fish. He kissed the crown of your head and murmured, “My kitty deserves palaces.”

So when he took you in the grand bedroom, slow, possessive, murmuring how “good” you were for him, you felt like you had to give him something back. Even if your body was tired. Even if your heart wasn’t in it.

You moaned. You gasped his name. You clenched down just the right way, fluttering your lashes and whispering “S-Sy… I’m gonna—” and gave a little fake tremble.

And it worked. For a moment.

Sylus grunted softly, thrust once more, then stilled deep inside you with a low, satisfied exhale. He was always so still when he came, like a man who didn’t like losing control even when overwhelmed. He kissed your neck, slowly, one hand stroking your cheek.

But the moment he pulled back to look at you, his red eyes narrowed, just a little. Not in suspicion. Not in anger. Just… interest.

You looked away.

“Kitty,” he said coolly, “do you think I don’t know what you sound like when you actually come?”

Your stomach twisted. You gave a nervous little laugh, trying to brush it off, but his hand curled under your chin, gently guiding your gaze back to him.

“Was I too rough?” he asked. “Did I hurt you?”

“No! No, it’s not that,” you whispered, cheeks hot. “I just—wasn’t really in the mood, but I thought—I mean, you’ve been doing so much for me, and I didn’t want to seem ungrateful—”

A quiet laugh left his lips. Amused. A little dark.

“Oh, sweetie,” he murmured, brushing your hair back with elegant fingers. “You think you need to pay me back with your body? For being my wife?”

His tone was indulgent. Dangerous. Like he found the entire idea absurd.

“You already belong to me. That’s more than enough.”

You blinked at him, stunned. But Sylus just tucked you into his side, stroking your bare thigh with slow, lazy circles.

“You don’t fake things with me. I don’t need lies. I need you.” He glanced down at you, mouth curving. “If you’re tired, say so. If you want sleep, you get it. If you want me to just hold you and kiss your face until you’re purring, then you say the word.”

You mumbled something soft and small. He kissed your temple.

“And if I ever want something you don’t, I’ll deal with it. I’ve waited years for you. I can wait a night.”

He snapped his fingers toward the bedside table. Your favorite silk robe was in his hand a moment later. He helped you into it like you were made of glass, then pulled you onto his lap, tucking your head beneath his chin.

“Now,” he murmured, “let me pamper my little liar properly.”

You laughed softly into his chest. He didn’t mind. He just kissed the top of your head again.

“Next time,” he whispered against your ear, voice teasing and low, “I want the real thing. Understand, kitty?”

You nodded.

And you meant it.

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

You weren’t planning to fake it.

You really weren’t.

But Caleb had been gone for almost a week, off at some classified Farspace campaign, the kind that made your chest twist with worry until he messaged you with a blurry photo of his boots beside a meal tray, or a clipped miss you, pips. And the moment he walked through the penthouse doors tonight, still in uniform, still smelling like gunmetal and aftershave, he swept you up and whispered, “Mine. I missed my girl so bad, baby, need you.”

You wanted to be good for him. You always did.

So even though you were tired. Even though your head was somewhere else. Even though your body wasn’t really reacting the way you knew he wanted, you let your hands drift into his hair. Let your lips part with a soft gasp. Let your thighs tremble just enough to mimic release, moaning “C-Caleb… I’m—”

His eyes were on yours the whole time.

And you should’ve known.

Because Caleb doesn’t miss anything.

He stilled.

So gently. Just a shift of his hips. The faintest pause.

“…You didn’t come,” he murmured, voice calm. Soft. Like a statement, not a question.

You flinched. “I-I did—”

“Don’t lie to me, baby.”

You felt your heart sink. But his arms were still around you. Still holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

He slowly pulled out, setting you in his lap, his gloved hands cradling your waist like you were porcelain.

“Why?” he asked, eyes searching yours. “Why would you fake it?”

You swallowed. “You were so sweet today… you came all the way home for me. I thought—it’s the least I can do, right?”

His jaw tightened, just barely. But his voice stayed level.

“You never have to give me your body like it’s some kind of repayment, pips.”

He kissed your temple, hand cupping the back of your head.

“You already gave me everything when you stayed. When you let me take care of you. When you looked at me and said, ‘Okay, Caleb, I’ll be yours.’ That’s all I ever wanted.”

Tears stung at your lashes.

“I didn’t want to disappoint you…”

“You could never disappoint me.” His arms tightened. “Not my girl. Not my baby.”

You tucked yourself into his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of safety. Of him.

“I just wanted to be enough,” you whispered.

He pulled back and looked you straight in the eye, expression serious, like he was giving a mission briefing, but the mission was your heart.

“You are enough. Whether we do anything or nothing. Whether you fall apart in my arms or just fall asleep. You’re mine either way.”

You nodded, voice caught in your throat.

“…You wanna be held?” he asked, voice suddenly softer, thumb brushing your cheek. “Or you want me to help you finish for real? I’ll take care of you either way.”

You smiled, weakly. “Just hold me.”

His mouth curved.

“Done.”

And he did. Just like always. Holding you tight like his world wouldn’t exist without you in it.

[powderpuff-divines]

pick a pile: what makes people's hearts flutter around you

thank you so much for the love on the previous reading!! i was so happy to see that so many of you enjoyed it. i hope that this one resonates too. once again, it is a general reading. only take what applies, leave the rest and please forgive any grammatical or spelling errors xx

pile 1 ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.

(judgement, ace of pentacles, queen of pentacles, page of pentacles, page of wands)

there's just something intimidating about you pile one (you may or may not have a resting b-face) but there's also something about you that makes people want to impress you. whatever way you express your dissatisfaction- whether it's the way you curl your lips in distaste or scrunch your eyebrows- it sets people on edge. it makes them nervous but also very eager to please you.

you could come from a well to do family, like a long line or surgeons, etc. (if not, that's the vibes you give) or even if it's not wealth, it feels like you come from a very reputed family.

but regardless of your family, you have built have a very good reputation for yourself amongst your peers. your work ethic is also very good- you put your head down and get to work, and even that makes people's hearts flutter sometimes. you elicit awe and admiration quite easily.

capable. that's the energy i'm getting from this pile. someone capable who wants to work hard, who wants money, who wants status, who wants recognition. majority of the people from this pile are the go-getters, the type to want to work in student body councils or win a lot of trophies (i'm getting more academic/corporate achievement than sporty though).

there's also another section of people who picked this pile who wouldn't necessarily call themselves hard-working, they'd prefer to call themselves lazy even but regardless of how you label yourself, you just breeze through your work anyway. in the eyes of others, it looks effortless. the people around you take one look at you and just know you're going to achieve great things with your career

regardless of all this admiration, i don't think you're friends with many people. there may only be a few in your inner circle. there's something about other people wanting to be a part of your personal life so bad. i'm seeing this image someone who randomly posts a Instagram story of them surfing and the people viewing it are so shocked ("pile two surfs? i never knew that about them. that's so cool!") they're intrigued by you and want to know you better but you don't let people that close easily. you might just have really strict work-life boundaries and are very particular about who in your life gets to see how much about you.

and because of who you are, what you've accomplished and how you carry yourself, your approval means something to the people around you, especially if it's something you don't dole out to just anyone.

your approval; that's what gets their heart fluttering-- a nod from you when they show you what they've done, a pat on the back, a smile on your lips as you give praise, even if it's off-handed, it gives them something to feel good about for the rest of the day.

pile 2 ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.

(chariot, 8 of pentacles , ace of cups, seven of swords, ten of pentacles) (oh my god 😭 who are you peopleeee. i would not be surprised if multiple people were crushing on this pile.)

pile 2, you're popular and you definitely know it to some extent too. this pile is a bit similar to pile 1 in some ways but still vastly different you could have lot of admirers and people who want to get close to you and i do see you engaging with these people, because you do enjoy the attention (nothing wrong with that), but i also get the feeling you're very controlling and picky over your image and how you come off to people. even while trying to channel the messages for this pile, the energy feels a bit reserved and doesn't want to give me too much.

there's one particular thing you could be known for, some sort of craft you've worked hard at or you're really talented at. this could be something like dance or music but that's where most of your popularity comes from. you have a good network of friends and people who you can pass time with.

i'm ngl, lowkey getting some player energy from this pile but not necessarily in the bad way. it's just some of you are aware of effect you have, and you have fun teasing people, toying with them, making them blush. oh, pile 2 you like making people's hearts flutter, you do it on purpose. you like knowing that you have the power to make people flustered.

what makes people's heart flutter is the rush they get when your eyes meet, the flirtatious lilt in your voice, maybe a smirk on your lips as you tease them in a very nonchalant manner, when you say something and playfully tell them that it's a secret only the two of you will know, when you make them feel like they are the sole focus of your attention. heart are fluttering left and right because of you.

i don't know if this pile will resonate with a lot of people or if the things mentioned here are too specific, but bottom line is that there's a very flirtatious and seductive vibe to your energy. you guys might be bored the majority of the time but man, when you're interested in someone, you tease and play with them until you get a reaction. even if you're not like this currently, you have great potential at charming people my pile twos.

pile 3 ˚ . ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.

( 6 of cups, the empress, nine of pentacles, eight of pentacles, temperance rev)

pile 3, are you really uncomfortable with being perceived by any chance? i had the most difficult time channeling the energy of the people who chose this pile out of all three piles. i think you keep to yourself for most of the time but there's also this adorable energy around you, like that of a cat that just puts its head down and sleeps whenever it gets the chance to.

you could not like attention and maybe most of your days, you put your head down and focus on getting through. that's not to say you have a sad life. maybe you're not where you want to be yet, but you do have hobbies, things you enjoy and to pass the time with.

there's something casually cool about you. i cannot say what it is exactly since it's different for each of the people who pick this pile, but something about the way someone gets their drink from the vending machine? for someone, it's the way they hop over a gate. you have these tiny particular habits and methods of doing things that catch some people's attention without even knowing it.

i think it's your affection that makes people's hearts flutter.

this is giving me the energy of that one type of male lead/character (i'm just talking about the vibe, this could apply to you regardless of your gender) in anime that slacks off all the time but will randomly say something observant or serious that will have your heart skipping a beat. it's very endearing, i feel like you're very laid-back but still very straightforward and blunt with your affection. you'll say something simple but it'll be so earnest and the most romantic thing ever in the moment; it would exactly the thing the other person would happen to need to hear.

and it's not even intentional for most of you, it just comes naturally.

AHHH pile 3s, i get the feeling most of you don't think very highly about your work or aren't very comfortable with yourself but you should know that you're inherently a very chill and cool person. you aren't nearly as embarrassing as you think you are. be proud of your existence please!! and take up more space!!!

what makes people's hearts flutter around you aren't big gestures or big speeches, but it's just simply you in the rawest form possible. maybe it's you holding a cold soda can to someone's cheek and murmuring something that was just on your mind; a silly joke, a comment about a look on their face. it's your nonchalant affection that arrives so silently yet reassuringly steady every time. it's the way you unknowingly make the weight of the world lighter for others, even if just for a second.

this pile gives me maomao vibes? i haven't seen ad yet, just clips and edits but the way she just puts her head down and dgaf about anything except posion/her own thing and she's just inherently endearing and people adore her??? that's your vibe pile 3!!! also this is the second time anime has been referenced, so maybe that's a sign for some of yall

i love how much you can customise your tumblr post but the gradient text is just too stressful for me to do more than twice in one post lol. do let me know which pile you picked and on how it resonated!! in all honesty, i'm a bit nervous about it since i feel like i went too specific so i hope it still resonates with people.

[youhideastar]

I hesitate to mention this because I don't want to sound like I'm complaining about folks making fanworks based on my fanworks, which I LOVE and find super flattering... but there was a thing recently where a group of other fans all got together to create fanworks based on different works in a series I'd written, and the only way I found out about it was that *one* fan in this group mentioned in the AO3 notes that their work was part of this larger project. Without that, I'd have had no idea where this spate of related works was coming from.

And when I left a comment saying, "hey, thanks for mentioning this project, I'm so flattered and I'd love to learn more about why the group picked my work for it!" they never responded.

To be clear, I don't think these fans did anything wrong! And I am, again, very touched that they were so inspired by my work, and I'm sure their works led other readers to my fic, which I really appreciate! It's just a little bit of a lonely feeling to know that there's probably a whole discord server that was devoted to talking about my fic, and I'll never hear a word of it.

Please consider sharing something--anything--of your discord conversations with the author. Even just a few particularly funny lines of reaction; even just letting them know that people *were* saying nice things about the fic on discord. It would mean a lot.

a feel like the new generation of fanfic readers NEED to understand that clicking on a fic (interaction) does nothing. ao3 has no algorithm. your private discord discussions of fic do not reach the authors. if you do not actively engage with writers they will stop posting. this isn’t social media this is community.

[losvroomvroom]

watching carlos's cafelito episode finally. here's some interesting tidbits. disclaimer: my rusty ass high school spanish + the autotranslate captions. hopefully i haven't misinterpreted anything.

gets along with gaëtan because they're both workaholics who love to be on the phone in their days off

can only be comfortable in a road car when he's not driving if his father is the driver

found out about the lewis -> ferrari move from rumors before ferrari told him and then called fred about it for confirmation (Ferrari When I Get You Round Five Thousand!!!)

BIG eye roll about the whole concept of red bull god bless

pleased little chuckle when the interviewer brings up how much jv likes working with him god bless

very optimistic about williams' prospects for the 2026 car, not thrilled about the 2026 engines but is reserving judgement on the cars themselves

talking again about how his mother managed the father-son relationship, telling sr when he was too harsh, reinforcing sr's advice when jr was sick of listening to him, etc

very excited to be a double uncle (both of his sisters have kids)

has realized that you have to celebrate a good moment in motorsport when you reach it, they may not happen very often due to the number of things that have to go perfectly

listens to podcasts about team building and leadership... he had some trouble expressing what he meant in spanish (presumably bc the podcasts are in english) but he was talking about the importance of no-blame culture within a team

likes to start post-race engineering meetings by listing all the things he did wrong during a weekend before criticizing the team or the car or whatever, which helps other team members admit mistakes without fear

he's a very shy guy and really likes his privacy. the interviewer said something like "i like that you're famous, i like that everyone knows you" and he was like "it's getting worse." and then implies that he should be less famous than instagram influencers. go-to example of "a celebrity" justin bieber. wishes he could drive his nice road cars in peace. embarrassed to talk about his billion nice road cars and drive them around. drives his golf so he won't be noticed.

he and pogacar are neighbors actually. carlos's push days on the bike are pogacar's recovery days

lists swimming, cycling, and synchronized swimming as the sports that require the most dedication

re his father retiring -- "if the stopwatch says you're fast, why would you retire?"

interesting stretch where he talks about when he has to battle fernando (says fernando's always very clever) and also about navigating the teammate relationship (says it's hardest one to manage)

always goes over races with his father, the evening of or the day after

signed his first ferrari contract at 9am in his pyjamas during lockdown

respects nadal & jon rahm (golf) a lot in terms of their attitude and approach toward sport. extremely tough on the field but respectful & humble, which he thinks is the ideal

says he comes across as an affable guy in interviews because he's become calloused to them but he is still shy & pretty reserved except when he's with his 3-4 closest people. tries to maintain a distance to people he thinks might be less trustworthy ("pirates", he calls them)

loves madrid SO much (not a new fact)

loves to talk about his karting program for kids 6-8 (his "minions"), says it's important to support the grassroots of the sport, wants to make it as affordable as possible

says his best friends now are the same as his best friends when he was like three years old. he doesn't make new friends easily and he's very closed off to new people. very important to him that he's kept the same friends his whole life and doesn't get why everyone doesn't do that. (adding this to the "carlos has strong and somewhat unusual views about the concept of friendship" evidence folder)

rapid fire questions segment. cerebral or passionate?--cerebral. what are you missing in your life?--more time for golf, i'm losing my swing. best driver in f1 history?--senna. who would win in the same car? alonso, sainz, verstappen?--sainz. advice from your mom?--be respectful, behave, smile more. what f1 drivers would you go to dinner with?--lando norris & charles leclerc. any advice?--smile more. the whole world needs to smile more. will you be a world champion one day?--someday, but I hope soon.

[moonlight-lillies]

you asked for kpdh requests yes? I-- anything with Abby. please i need more of this man, anything with this man.

there's more?! a lot of people fail to realize that there are other monsters in this realm. thank you for your submission! (idk why this took so long, i couldn't think of anything :[, but i got a random wave of creativity!) abs saja (ahn beomseok) x reader! CW: gave abs saja a real name, pure fluff, drabble!, ghost!reader

when you have lived a good life, you die. it's as simple as that. some fall into despair and look for ways to get revenge on those that have wronged them. others, like yourself, are content with how you lived your life.

ghosts are often overshadowed by the demons and the hunters, both having something to fight for; but ghosts, they just live the rest of their life as someone who gets to watch everything unfold.

you wouldn't have met beomseok if you hadn't died. it's a dramatic thing to say, but it is true. you died in 1912, beom sold his soul in 1809, and he was the first demon you met. it was love at first sight.

there are many different dynamics of couples in the monster realm. there's the typical werewolf and vampire, and the ghoul and soul-eater, but ghost and demon was a bit rarer. ghosts rarely invaded the human world, but with watching your boyfriend work to destroy the honmoon, you made sure you were at every concert and promotion.

possession wasn't common but for beom, you would do anything. and he would do anything for you.

sitting at a shrine, looking out at the desolate paths, you both didn't say anything. presence was enough. you had taken your 'idyllic' form, a term basically used for when you're not able to walk through walls.

beom just looked at you, lips parted, but no words formed.

"take a picture, it'll last longer." you deadpanned. tucking your hair behind your ear.

"have you ever thought about what a ghost idol group would look like?" he always did have the weirdest way of saying whatever was on his mind.

"have you ever thought of a jpop ghost idol group?" you responded, nudging his shoulder with yours.

"dope..." he said, nodding his head.

you laid your head on his chest, taking in the night air. beom's hand fiddled with your fingers, some of them popping. he looked down at you, to everyone else he was an untouchable idol, to you he was your other half.

he pressed a kiss to your temple.

"i know i'm not, like, romantical all the time, but i really love you." he breathed out. his eyes meeting yours.

"i know you do." you sat up, grabbing his hand and pulling him up from the bench.

you faced each other, hands interlocked, eyes never leaving each others. you stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. his lips found your forehead, then your cheek, your nose, and then your lips.

you loved when he did that.

a big whirlwind of air sprouted beneath the two of you. leaves and sticks where pushed away as a crack of thunder was heard. but beom didn't move, he pushed himself into you more.

the light headedness wasn't only from the kiss, it was from what was happening around you. the life was sucked from flowers and small sparks of pink danced around hedges. you held onto his shoulders to ground yourself, the patterns that ran up his arms and neck pulsating under his shirt.

it was so dramatic, so romantic, but it was how you knew you two loved each other.

he didn't want to let you go, you didn't want to be let be go.

when you reluctantly pulled apart, there he was in his hanbok. all black, his patterns shining. you looked down, noting the white cloak you now wore, your eyes a pure white, skin glistening.

he offered his arm, the two of you in the forms that you fell in love with. you happily took it.

walking off into a realm far from here.

fin.

[cozylittleartblog]

Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[herd-reject-arts]

So I'm leaving work and something darts in front of me, maybe 10ft away, too fast for me to see what it is. Peek around the tree blocking my path and I see this

Just like... a whole ass hawk. Dude's gotta be about 1.5ft tall. Massive fucking bird. And it's just staring me straight in my soul like this, even as I try to move ahead. It didn't budge. And there's only this path back to my car unless I want to walk on a busy highway. So I have the option of Death By Raptor or Death By Truck.

So I walk in the poison ivy filled patch off the sidewalk. Guy still isn't moving. Still staring me directly in the eyes. And I do this thing when animals are behaving strangely where I'll talk to them, so I'm just like, "Hey, man. I don't know you. You don't know me. This feels really threatening. I'm just trying to get to my car, dude. Can I get some space please? You're a big fucking bird. I see those claws. You could kill me right now, but I'd appreciate if you didn't, ok?"

It didn't move until I was about 2ft away. Again: I'm as far from it as I can be without walking into the street. It clearly wasn't going to budge. I walk past, thing flies up (silent, btw. Scary) and lands on a brick wall a little further ahead

Anyway. Weird guy. Nearly shit my pants when I noticed a bird big enough to carry off a fully grown cat was just... there, staring me in the face, unwilling to move away from me, a human, something it should see as a threat. I watched behind me the whole rest of the way to my car, just in case this bird decided to help me shed this mortal coil. 10/10 experience. Super cool guy.

[inkskinned]

okay i almost never address the very small amount of internet fame i have. and sometimes yes it sucks. people often repost my work, or clip it out of context, or flat-out steal it. but like it can be very funny. once a follower dm'd me to say a guy on hinge was pretending to be "inkskinned", and actually had even started his own insta. when she said "i've followed her for years i don't think you're her", he said - actually r.i.d is like seven people, we just made those initials up. (rude). when i found his insta and messaged him, he begged me to just lie and say he was r.i.d because "it's hard for men to date."

once someone said she should be allowed to plagiarize my work because she was a body-positive influencer and that if i "made a big deal" about this and "got her cancelled", i would be doing damage to my own community and i was never "actually" an ally.

i bear these things with the aura of a martyr, the way my catholic father raised me to. i message privately. i handle things quietly and quickly. i do not complain because i am very, very, very, very blessed and i know that. mercy and gentleness literally pour out of me every morning when i wake up, and then i have to mop the floors for how very Good i am.

however today is the first time i have ever had a very specific problem that neither requires me to correct this person nor throw them to the dogs but is somehow worse than years of hatemail, reddit thread death threats, and pinterest reposts:

someone quoted me and just got it, like, a little wrong.

[doqteqs]

Researchers noticed early on that all cognitive abilities seemed to positively correlate with one another - so, people who do well on one type of test would also tend to do well on others. Statistical analysis finds that this happens strongly enough that it's useful to just use a single dimension to represent how 'smart' someone is, even if subtest performance can be tilted, eg verbally or visuospatially. This is called the positive manifold of the g-factor, and it is "arguably the most replicated result in all psychology". So, throw together a bunch of subtests to measure it as well as you can, norm the score so that 100 is the population average, and presto, you have an IQ test. If you can come up with a better or un-biased one you could win a Nobel prize, but that would be really hard.

Even if IQ were a totally crappy measure of "intelligence" per se, it still correlates with lots of useful things like job performance and lifespan, and predicts a low likelihood of addictions, diseases, and car crashes, sometimes better than any other known variable, so it's wrong to call it 'completely subjective'.

Isn't it fucking insane that so many people think that IQs are real. Like people genuinely believe you are born with one set level of intelligence that can be measured on a scale from 1 to ~200. As if intelligence wasn't extremely nuanced and completely subjective. And the fact that the majority of scientists that have advocated for IQ tests in the past have been eugenicists doesn't seem to concern anyone either

[dreamsy990]

drew some of my fav ody designs! wasnt originally meant to be also replicating the styles but thats sort of just how my brain works. except i didnt copy the lineart styles of anyone here so its DEFINITELY a bit uncanny for a couple of these (LOOKING AT YOU QINNY IM SO SORRY) but whatever

the designs featured here (from left to right) belong to: me, @gigizetz, @neal-illustrator, @irunaki, @bigidiotenergytm, @qinnyanimation, and @foopsie-daisy

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[kstarlitchaotics]

I don't like the last one to describe someone like that but

I can be very wrong on this but by the time I was born around the 90s there were already known disorders and complications when it comes to human behavior and a lot of these things were discovered before hand but no one didn't label them properly I don't think so in sense there would have been already known for diseases to be appeared before I do agree with getting rid of certain things that would cause said harmful chemicals into people's food but not to do research and say that they never existed around his time nah that is just ignorant

[pantheratigrisaltaica]

'some zoos pair their cheetahs up with dogs' is one of the worst things to have ever blown up on tumblr

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I've never been more normal in my life.

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