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celestial-choc0late · 9 months
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Just want to be alone and horny with someone sometimes 🥺
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tru-3-beauty · 6 months
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My Beloved Pet Chapter 1
The rain pours down from the sky onto my car.  I'm on my way home after another dull day at work: same old problems, same old tolerance to it.  I don’t know why I even bother.  Nothing ever changes.  I hate my life.  My life would be much better if I had someone to share it with a boyfriend, girlfriend, or partner.  I don’t care.  I am just tired of being alone.
My friends have tried to set up blind dates for me, but they were either still living with their parents, working a dead-end job, or way below my standards.  It was ridiculous how many of them only wanted a casual hookup.  I almost ran out of the date when a girl kept saying everyone kept abandoning her and needed a place to stay.  I am not a charity.  It was clear to everyone but her that she was the problem.
I made it to my apartment building.  It is nothing special—a regular two-story building in an okay neighborhood.  We are allowed to decorate our doors.  Some put flowers on, others elaborate designs.  I only put a sign with my name on it.  My neighbor likes to dress his door up for each holiday.
He is a nice older man. However, he would sometimes say the strangest things.  He must have lost his mind at one point in life.  Just last week, he told me about someone stalking outside the apartment complex.  
After running in a desperate attempt to stay dry, I made it to my room.  I looked at my name on the sign as I unlocked the door.  Sharon Welch.  It's still my maiden name.  There is no new last name or a partner.  It makes me sad.  I am almost 30 years old, and I am still single.  It is just not fair.  What is wrong with me?
I can't think about it right now.  I need to prepare dinner for tonight and the next few nights.  My apartment feels empty.  I don't know why I have such lousy luck regarding my love life.  The only way I can feel companionship is in my dreams.  
Those dreams are always so vivid like it is real life.  I keep seeing this male figure.  He treats me so gently and lovingly.  He is the perfect gentleman.  Why can't I get it in reality?  Sometimes, he would try to kiss me and take it further, but I always pushed him away and shook my head no.  I don't know what he looks like, but just the feeling of him is enough for me.
He usually visits my dreams twice a week.  After every visit, I would feel a little extra tired even though I had a good night's sleep.  It does not matter.  I have used him as an example of what I want in my future boyfriend or girlfriend.  He is what those potential suitors need to be.
My friends just don't get it. I should distance myself from them. They will never understand me.  They are the ones who set me up on those terrible blind dates in the first place.  I bet they were trying to hurt me for some reason.  Well, some friends they sure are.
After changing into more comfortable clothes, I start making my suppers.  Opening the fridge, I can see ingredients for something, like pasta with mixed vegetables.  That could work.  And I will have plenty of leftovers.  I can even have the leftovers for lunches at work.  It is always nice to think ahead.  I'm not too fond of it when Murphy's law takes effect.  Things happening that are out of your control?  No, thank you.
As I started getting the pot ready, I heard a soft bang.  I turned my head to look but saw nothing out of the ordinary.  I shrugged and continued with the task at hand.  It must have been nothing.  It wasn't the first time I heard some strange sound.  Those noises have been going on for quite a while. Are the pipes acting up?
It doesn't matter.  All I need to focus on is my meal prep.  I started pouring in the pasta noodles when what felt like arms wrapped around my midsection.  I try to turn my head, but something holds it. I must focus only on what is before me.  So that is what I did.  I need to focus on cooking right now.
When I had to reach for a strainer to filter out the water, I could not move to get it.
"W-Why can't I m-move?" I ask myself.  I wouldn't say I like it when I talk.  If I chose it, I would be mute.  It is because of my stuttering.  It has been a problem since junior high.
My peers would make fun of my voice.  They would even try to mimic my voice after I answered a question they asked me.  It made me feel very self-conscious.  It resulted in me developing my stutter, which made the teasing worse.  Since then, I have only talked if it is planned and practiced what I will say.  Even when I am home alone, I choose to stay silent.  So it came as a surprise what I said out loud next.
“I ne-need to mo-move!” I desperately called out.  That is when the invisible binds slowly let me go.  I was bewildered.  Why, now, was I released?  What was holding me in place?  And why was I not released until I stated that it had to?  It all did not make sense.
I finished making dinner with plenty of leftovers for the next few days.  I grabbed a serving for my supper and sat in front of the TV to see what was on.
Flipping through the channels was getting boring, and at one point, I found out that one of my favorite movies was on.  The movie is about a human settler girl being the target of affection from a dark entity.  He tries to make the girl his bride.  In the end, she was able to get rid of him and live happily with the handsome monster hunter who helped her.
I will always love this story.  It makes me wish I could have that kind of luck.  The idea of some powerful being falling madly in love with me sounds good right now.  Or just being the object of desire for someone would be nice.  But that is not my life.  I am forever alone in this miserable world.
Once the movie ended, I put away my leftovers and went to bed.  Maybe I will dream about my perfect gentleman again.  I know he can make this dull day a little better.  
As soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell fast asleep.
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brother-emperors · 9 months
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something. about. the horror of being sent on an impossible (death) quest and obligations and hospitality politics. the trauma of not having a home, and then the trauma of being in a house that becomes actively hostile to you, one that would swallow you whole and spit out your bones if you step out of line. all of this is conditional, your existence continues to be something men want gone.
it's about going back as far as I can with the perseus narrative because there's always a version of a myth that exists behind the one that survives. the missing pieces are clearly defined, but the oldest recorded version of it isn't there! and there's probably something older before that!! but it's doomed to forever be an unfilled space, clearly defined by an outline of something that was there and continues to be there in it's absence.
and love. it's also about love. even when you had nothing, you had love.
on the opposite side of the spectrum, this is Not About Ovid Or Roman-Renaissance Reception, Depictions And Discourses On The Perseus Narrative.
edit: to add to the above, while it's not about Ovid, because I'm specifically trying to peel things back to the oldest version of this story, Ovid is fine. alterations on the Perseus myth that give more attention Medusa predate Ovid by several centuries. this comic is also not about those, either! there are many versions of this story from the ancient world. there is not one singular True or Better version, they're all saying something.
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Perseus, Daniel Ogden
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Anthology of Classical Myth: Primary Sources in Translation, edited & translated by Stephen M Trzaskoma, R. Scott Smith, Stephen Brunet
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stargirlsland · 1 year
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I just want a gf or bf to kiss at night, in the dark.
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stranded-ziggy · 2 months
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Ghost x Soap || Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II
Happy(?) Valentines Day!
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bitegore · 5 months
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Zionists want you to conflate Judaism and Zionism. Zionists want you to believe that Judaism cannot exist without Zionism and that all Jews are Zionists. Zionism would have Jews believe that a Jewish state is the only way that they can be safe from antisemitism and will point to any instance of antisemitism as proof that Zionism is the solution- so Zionism wants gentiles to be antisemitic in their support of Palestine. They want you to conflate all Jews with Zionism and the state of Israel, and they want you to treat all Jews regardless of political affiliation as the face of Israel. Antizionist Jews exist, and incidences of antisemitism ostensibly acting against Zionism will not help dismantle the forces propping Zionism up.
Don't do their work for them.
#red rambles#viva palestina#antizionism#i haven't actually seen a lot of antisemitism personally. not recently anyway. but that's more a feature of me not following antisemites#i DO however see a lot of people talking about the people they're seeing throw their support behind antisemites using palestine#as an excuse to conflate all jews with israel#and i cannot stress enough that that is literally what israel and zionist forces abroad WANT.#i am jewish. my entire family is jewish. i want to see palestine free. and i have SEEN how the jewish community gets conflated with israel#both from the inside and out#and i am dead serious when i say that every time someone is antisemitic it strengthens the conviction from people abroad#that it's a terrible sad situation but there's 'no other choice'#if you're being antisemitic you are doing the enemy's work for them. Stop it.#like... look. i am putting this in the tags bc im talking in the tags but i mean this. I do not give a single flying fuck if you personally#are a giant raging antisemite at the moment. Your personal beliefs are your problem and not mine. I do not fucking care. But if you are#being openly and loudly antisemitic *in your support of palestine* you are absolutely not fucking helping. I am so dead serious right now#if you want to raise awareness and you're being antisemitic because of deep held beliefs or whatever i want you to look around and read the#fucking room. Do you understand how much of Israel's international support comes from the idea that they are the only country where jews ar#safe from antisemitism? do you see how every time palestine comes up people point at incidences of antisemitism in anti-genocide actions to#discredit the entire movement? do you not understand how your actions are cutting the movement down at the knees?#i'm jewish and proud of it. i don't like antisemitism. but there's a genocide on and i'd rather work against it than quibble over who i#work alongside. i dont fucking care. you can be as antisemitic as you like in private. stop fucking the movement up.#there are bigger things to worry about here. if i can put aside my own concerns as to who i'm talking to you can hold your tongue#and fight the good fight instead of handing weapons to the people who are trying to fucking flatten gaza.
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maybebi47 · 3 months
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thinking about dan and phil and how nice it must be...."make coffee"...."toast the bread"..."our favourite pastry is back in stock"..."i feel lonely, call me?"..."facetime me?"
oh to exist with someone. oh to live alongside someone.
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stepping on ur beloved pet on accident
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clownsuu · 11 months
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Wally talks to his dad about his love life
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Home I feel is a really good listener (maybe a little too good since he eavesdrops a lot on accident- very observant of his surroundings)
cw minor obsessive/possessive behavior on first photo under cut
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I remember I freaked out years ago when I found out some bugs, specially some spiders, have lil beaned peets
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sad-leon · 11 months
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Part 13 :D
This poor boi just can't catch a break
Masterpost || Next
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pcktknife · 4 months
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I really wish it wasn't so common for characters who were black in a medias early development/concept art to have their blackness toned downed or completely washed away
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blueskittlesart · 3 months
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at a certain point i think we need to acknowledge that art is very rarely created accidentally. if you can see a theme in a work than that theme was, more likely than not, at least somewhat intentional on behalf of the creator. you don't put a piece of yourself out into the world without thinking about what it means at least a little bit.
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mikimeiko · 5 months
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Highlights from my 3rd Disco Elysium playthrough
Bonus: Rotisserie Chicken HDB
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piratefishmama · 6 months
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Steddie meeting years later down the line after going their separate ways, reuiniting at some dog park where they're both calling their respective dogs names and those dog names happen to be--
"EDDIE, GET BACK HERE!!"
"STEVE, DROP IT, GET THAT OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!"
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rottmnt-residuum · 1 year
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part 14
oh no! raphs brain :(   ...anyway
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abbyscherry · 1 month
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personally, i just know she gives the best back rubs and forehead kisses.
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