best type of friendship

I think we need to normalize the idea of marrying friends. I don’t mean in a “the best romantic relationships come from the best friendships” type way, though I do believe that’s true. I mean in a “I have zero romantic feelings for you, but I would totally spend the rest of my life committed to a future where you are my primary partner and maybe even raise a family together” type way.

Like, I don’t think it should be an aromantic-exclusive option, or a plan B when you and your best friend are still single at 40 and want to take yourselves out of the dating market.

I’ve heard it mostly as that backup plan, that “if I don’t find anyone, I’ll just marry Trish haha”, and I don’t think that’s even what I’m talking about normalizing. That’s a secondary outcome, seen as “giving up” on finding “real love”, and even if a pair of friends go for it, it’s plagued with this general feeling of “sub par”.

What I mean is that marrying a best friend (or having a committed intimate or emotional platonic relationship) should be seen as just as worth doing as marrying someone you’re in love with. It should be normal for teenagers to try as many committed friendships as they do romantic relationships. It should be normal for someone to say “this is my best friend and if everything works out, maybe we’ll move in together later” or “Trish and I have been roommates for two years now. We’re considering adopting soon, or Trish might carry a child!”

And as an aromantic person, it shouldn’t be strange for me to say “I prefer friendship to romance”. People should hear that and nod their heads like “that’s understandable. John feels the same.”

Hell, I see so many people expressing that they prefer their friends’ company to their romantic partner’s. “My friends understand me better and I think treat me better” and they’re expected to go home to this person, to marry and have kids with this person. It’s bizarre to me. Your platonic feelings for your friend aren’t inferior to your romantic feelings for your boyfriend, and if one of them treats you better than the other, I think you should probably rethink which one is your primary partner.

I also find it strange that it’s not more common in poly spaces for a friend to be considered a legitimate “partner”. In a world where friendships were just as likely to bloom into life partnerships as romantic relationships, I think polyamory would be much more commonplace. “I committed to Josephine about a year ago and now we own a home, but I fell in love with Joe about six months ago and we’re all trying to make it work.” Josephine shouldn’t have to worry about her partner leaving her for Joe just because their bond is romantic and therefore the “sensible” relationship to choose over the other.

I’m just ranting at this point, but I reiterate: committed friendships should not be seen as strange and “sad”, but as a legitimate option for a lifetime commitment. Not just for aromantics like myself, but for everyone. It should just be normal.

And not to be presumptuous, but I don’t think I’m alone in this thinking

anonymous asked:

How would you go about trying to make friends with someone online? There are so many people (you included) that I want to talk to but I get so fuckin nervous... And, while its my own issue, I tend to not message/reply for weeks sometimes and I fuckin hate it... Sometimes I feel like its better if I just don't interact w people one on one. Hell, I prefer talking in a public space.. But its just so... I don't know man sorry for the ask love ya. You keep doing your thing.

eh this might just be me but i rly dont click well with people who are specifically ‘trying to be friends’, if that makes sense. like im always open to chatting w people who hit me up (well usually. im not keen on it w people like 16 and under just cuz it makes me uncomfortable) and if we talk regularly thats just how it ends up

but when someone says like “can we be friends?” or tries to awkwardly force conversation (like “hey!” “how are you” “what are you up to” all the time even when im non responsive) i usually just kinda drop contact eventually. it feels disingenuous and its easy to tell when it’s only bc im Scotch™ cuz like, no way would someone care that much about pushing a “friendship” along with anyone else who seemed disinterested. it rubs me the wrong way.

best friend!jihoon
  • always gives lends you his sweaters and sweatshirts
  • sits in front of you in class and is almost always turns around to talk to you
  • complains to you a lot
  • vents his frustrations over the exams he has to take
  • really animated when he’s stressed
  • like his hands flail and he stomps his feet
  • but he’s only like that with you
  • with other people, he’s “cool”
  • always wear a fashion statement with his school uniform
  • be it be a cool track jacket or a funky tee or colorful socks
  • when y’all hang out, he’s always trying out different styles and you have to hold yourself back from laughing because sometimes he just misses and looks like a mess
  • “but i thought it looked cool…”
  • “yeah you thought. everyone else thinks different”
  • then he gets pouty and you have to comfort him
  • the type to spam your phone with selfies whenever you leave it hanging around
  • and when you come back, he’ll ask you where your phone is just to psych you out because he’s secretly hiding it from you
  • so when you get stressed, he’ll just laugh and hand you your phone
  • gets really annoyed when people make fun of you
  • will FIGHT EVERYONE
  • omg if ur significant other messes up, jihoon is willing to fight forreal
  • will go up to that person and tell them what they did wrong
  • “if you ever talk to my best friend ever again, i will make sure that you won’t see light anymore”
  • like he’s scary yo
  • and he seems all talk because no one comes back to hurt you but it’s okay because you would rather not have him hurt anyone
  • will protecc chu tho
  • “if we were in a zombie apocalypse, i won’t leave you i promise.”
  • “i would leave you jihoon, sorry”
  • really shy around people who show interest in him
  • but really clueless unless someone tells him that people are showing interest in him
  • always asks “why are those people over there giggling and pointing at me???”
  • and ur just like *eye roll* “they like you dimwit”
  • and then he turns red
  • steals your pencils and never returns them
  • but he buys you snacks all the time so it sort of compensates
  • can talk to you on the phone all night
  • when he can’t fall asleep, he’ll call you because you help him fall asleep
  • like he will fall asleep mid-conversation and you don’t know whether its sweet that he falls asleep to your voice or rude because he probably thinks what your talking about is boring
  • either way, he would cherish you to the ends of the earth and would love you forever and ever!!!!

What’s it like?

Dating Jungkook from BTS:

Dates:

Since he’s a very active person, probably outdoor activities will suffice. Something like bowling, the arcade, the water park, amusement parks etc. He’s going to try his best to show you how manly he can be. If anything, you’re always coming home with a bunch of toys/souvenirs.

Nicknames:

Just like adding a cuter version of your name or just abbreviates it.

The most he’ll use to a proper pet name is Babe. Nothing more nothing less…

Affection:

He’s one to just hold hands in public even though PDA isn’t his level of work, there’s always a little skinship to show that you two have an intimate type of relationship.

In private though its a different thing. He likes to slap and caress that booty of yours whenever you pass by. Its just a must.

He likes to tease and boop noses.

Bear hugs and picking you up in his arms are totally his norms.

Arguments:

Disagreements happen regularly with this one because he thinks he’s always right.

He isn’t one to shout in an heated argument but he will grumble and whine about how stubborn you are no matter what.

Sometimes you two will go lengthy periods without talking to one another but all in all it always works out.

Sexy time:

He can switch things up in the bedroom.

He can be dom… He can be sub

Riding is one of his best positions other than doggie style/back shot position.

He has a spanking and overstimulation kink. He praises you every time he’s close. Loves to kiss near your neck or by your hips whenever he gives oral.

“Damn babe.. Love when you work it like that..”

Overall:

This is a silly relationship that mostly started from a best friend type of friendship. You two are normal with each others hobbies or personalities.

This relationship will never get boring because you two are full of surprises.

Jungkook is a nice, shy at first but totally full of it, boy. He’d take care of you no matter what and keep you at your full potential.

Bear hugs would be y'all terms of communicating through rough times and soft kisses to cheeks. Even though an issue may arise, you two would conquer it… With time and affection.

“I’ll try my best to protect you.”


Lol… I really hoped this didn’t suck as much…

Reasons you should watch The Bold Type

So this show has just started and I’m already in love, so here’s a list on why you should watch it!

-Out of the 3 main characters one is a woc, who is questioning her sexuality.
-Proud! Muslim! Lesbian! Need I say more?
-Strong! Female! Characters! Need I say more yet again?
-The friendship between the 3 main females is so pure! And I love it! This show is showing that women are best working together and building each other up rather than tearing each other down
-Feminism
-The Muslim character (Adena) talks about why she still wears a hijab, like fully approaches the topic!
-“I can screw whoever I want” damn right you can Sutton
-No queerbaiting! There is a h u g e possibility that Adena and Kat will end up together!

This is all I’ve got right now, but I’ll be back with another list next week!

On Music:

Honestly there is nothing better for a ’T’ type than watching their ‘F’ friends enjoying their favourite music, it’s wonderful watching someone express their love for something so simple just by singing along and being unable to control their dancing.

To all 'F’s please carry on enjoying life and reminding us ’T’s how to enjoy the simple things!

Love from the ’T’s that have feelings deep down and have no idea how to deal with them♥️♥️

I’ve experienced a few types of love so far. Each one distinct and different.

I’ve had the innocent love, with stories and ‘one day’s. It started my pursuit for ‘true love’.

I’ve had the convinced love; I was convinced that I loved and not to argue it. It tore me up and broke me down.

I’ve been ‘in love’. It truly was movie material: passion, pain, completion, and emptiness. It taught me so much about myself.

I’ve broken a heart so close to me, a best friend I am so lucky to still have. They looked at me with more love than I’ve ever seen, but I couldn’t feel the same. I’m still unsure if it was my fear of falling again or my disinterest of the entire feeling.

And currently I have the silent love. We don’t exchange ‘I love you’s, but we have such stability and authenticity. It lacks a certain fire but holds high level of reality. I’m sure we love each other in some way; however, we both don’t dare admit it for some reason.
—  Thoughts during my long night drives
CAROLINA PART TWO

PREVIOUSLY “Harry…” I said, my voice almost a whisper. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea, you know considering the fact-” “You know I’ve never been one for good ideas, Y/N.” He leaned in a little more, kissing down my neck. “I know this isn’t a good idea, but I want you. Fuck, I need you.” With each inch he neared the farther I leaned back, soon my back was laying fully on the couch with his hands on my hips, his lips still fully on my neck.


 His hips started to grind into mine, I could feel his hard on through his pants. “Oh Harry,” I sighed. My hands found their own way to his hair, his kissed where getting lower, just above my breast before he stopped. “I could make you feel so good,” his deep voice rasped. 


His voice broke me out of my trance, realizing what I was doing with my friend. My best friend. “Harry, you know this type of stuff ruins friendships, right?” I panted, a little out of breath from the sexual torture I was receiving from his lips. “Is it worth it?” I asked him. “Hell yes,” his hands reaching to take my shirt off. “We won’t ruin it, we’ll just make it better. I’m not looking for a relationship, you’re not looking for a relationship. Let’s just enjoy ourselves.” His hands finding themselves at the hem of my t-shirt. He slowly lifted it a bit, my hands stopped him. “C'mon, Y/N, it could be so much fun. So much pleasure would be involved for both parties.” My hands slowly moved from his, his words striking something in me. 


 He was right, I wasn’t looking for a relationship and this could be a nice release. “Okay, okay.” I said, looking into his eyes. “We can do this, but this won’t change our friendship.” I eyed him, authority in my voice. “It won’t change us one bit, dear.” He said, a almost animal way came over him. 


He finished pulling up my shirt, the cold air hitting my body making me shiver. His hands glided back down to my hips, then he kissed from my hips to my breast. His hands reached behind my back, I arched my back so he could unclip my bra. His hands found the way to the clip of my bra, and unclipped it. 


One of his hands where holding him up, while he slowly slid my bra straps down my arms. The cold air made my nipples peak, I shuttered because of the new air hitting me. “Now is when the real fun begins, love.” He said kissing just below my ear. 


He leaned down to my lips, he kissed me. It was soft at first, then it slowly intensified. His mouth parted my shaky lips, sending wild tremors in my whole body. My whole body was on fire, and before I knew it. I was kissing him back, with the same intensity. The taste of wine still fully on his lips, his hands roaming my body. 


Before I even knew what I was doing, it was like a race for time. The kissing was over for now, now was the time to find each other. To see each other, I was pulling at his shirt lifting it over his head. His tattoos now on full display, his pink lips puffy and swollen from the kiss. 


His hands roamed my bare breasts. My hands found the way to his chest, his lips slowly kissing down to my hips again. Unbuttoning my shorts, he eyed my panties for a second. The one second felt like an hour in my head, his pointer finger hooked on to the, and slid them down my legs. His eyes fully taking me in, "oh you’re so beautiful, Y/N.” Without a second thought, his fingers met my clit and a shot of electricity shot through me. “Oh Harry,” I moaned. His fingers started moving in slow circular motions, it felt like torture. 


My hips where bucking up, trying to create some more friction than what he was giving me, my heavy pants contained. Desperate to reach for something, my hands started to squeeze my own breasts. His other hand met my wet heat, his pointer finger started to slowly circle my vagina before entering. “Mmm, tight just like I expected. Oh, when was the last time you had sex?” His finger started to slowly pump into me, with him rubbing me like this I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. “Oh how good you’d feel on my dick,” he sighed. I knew the image crossed his mind. The pumping and the rubbing, didn’t help me if I wasn’t supposed to orgasm. “Oh Harry, mmm that feels so good-” I moaned. Biting my lip, “ah, just- AH!” My whole body felt like it was on fire, my legs started to spasm and my lower stomach felt as though there was a tight knot. “Oh I’m coming, I’m coming.” I practically screamed, harry was getting rougher and faster with his movements. “Come for me, sweetheart. Do it,” he said in a low seductive voice. 


My orgasm came, my eyes squeezing shut, my legs shaking with a pleasure that I didn’t know was possible. As soon as it stopped, the after math was a haze. All I saw was Harry going into his bedroom and coming out with a condom, before I knew it, his pants and boxers landed on the floor. I only had a brief second to look at his size, he was long and he was thick. I just didn’t know how he was going to fit. “I told you baby girl, that was just the start.” He unwrapped the condom, and slowly rolled it on his dick. “Now it’s time for the real fun.” He slowly leaned over me again, I wasn’t tired. I was just in shock, how was he hiding that in his tight jeans all this time? His hard dick was at my entrance, slowly going into me. 


My tight walls slightly resisted him, it was to the point there was slight pain. He was right, I haven’t had sex in a long time. He went half way in, stopping for a moment, and he started to pant a little bit to control him self. "Oh god, oh god.” I moaned, the slight pain was outweighed by the pleasure. 


He slowly slid the rest of him into me, he again stopped for a second giving me time to adjust, his sweat was gathering at his forehead. “God, I knew you would be tight, just not this tight.” He said his hands squeezing my hips. He might’ve even left bruises with how hard he was squeezing them. I couldn’t speak, the way he felt was just too overwhelming. 


Then, he slowly started to move, his hips making shallow, slow thrusts. To the point it was almost aggravating. “Faster, mmm harder.” I managed to choke out. His thrusts started getting harder, they fastened. He felt so good, he was deep and it felt wonderful. “Oh my god, oh my,” I breathed heavily moaning. He was grunting with each thrust, a knot was tightening in my stomach. He kept getting faster and harder, it felt like he was almost getting deeper. "Jesus Christ,” he mumbled under his breath. 


He leaned down to my neck and slightly bit my shoulder. He kept hitting a certain spot in me, every time he hit it a wave of pleasure went through my whole body. “We-need-to-do-this-more-often.” Each word he said, he sent a hard thrust through my body. My legs started to spams, my hips started to buck and the knot tightened in my stomach. “I’m coming,” my eyes squeezed shut again. The only thing I saw was white, the pleasure hit me so hard it could’ve knocked me out. I felt Harry’s dick start to twitch inside me, then with one last hard thrust he came inside the condom. He pulled out, and sighed a little bit.


 “Agreed,” I said with a smile. “What?” He said in a low, raspy voice. “We should do this more often. A/N: I’m not editing it, y'all asked for this. Ya dirty pervs, this is the day of the lord. But whatever I complied, I haven’t written smut in years so bare with me. 💜

Originally posted by ohstylesno

I feel as though the older we get - the closer we become to one-another. I’m not sure if it’s from finding a deep level of acceptance within each-other - or even within ourselves - but whatever it is I love it! It’s great to be silly and fun and laugh together…. It’s as if our inner walls have finally come down…. like that last facade of social decorum has been let go of and we’re just wholly and unashamedly ourselves with each-other.
I love that I can say anything to you now and you’ll take it for what it is; be it intellectual, humorous or emotional. I remember a time when saying “I love you” was a frightening thing…. but not anymore. Now it just rolls off the tongue so naturally because I do love you… so very very much. The more I get to know you, the more I discover what a wonderful person you are.
The years we’ve known each-other have taken us on the most amazing journey. I love where we are right now…. and I can’t wait to see where the future takes us.
—  Ranata Suzuki ~ “Great relationships take time”

anonymous asked:

how do you know if you matter to an air sign if they're friends with everyone

I just literally made a post about this omg!

See the thing with air signs is that they do see every one as equal, including partners, parents, kids and so on. They are created to treat everyone as an equal instead of seeing someone above or below someone. Also the fact they are air sign makes them automatically have a distance in their relationships whether platonic or not. Sometimes because they are afraid of opening up and trusting people, sometimes because they themselves want the distant or space or they are still underdeveloped and don’t want that intimacy yet.

Air signs are the social signs, they are for every one and not just you. You can’t make an air sign belong to you only cause they won’t, they are about people in general.

I think an air sign will see you as special when you don’t ask or request or demand emotional ties or commitment, when you don’t they automatically will be loyal to you. See the thing about air signs, as long you let them be they will become more attached to you cause they realize you are different from others. And I say this as an air sign. Most of my friendships that demanded emotional connection and focus I let go of them cause honestly while they have the right to ask about how they want to be treated or loved, I am not obligated to give them that type of love especially if it burdens and exhaustes me. They need someone else to give them what they want just like I need someone else to give me what I want.

My best friend does that, she provides me with the type of love and friendship that I want and because of that I love her deeply and I crave her presence and all of this happened because she never demanded anything from me or pressured me to behave or be in a certain way.

The more you let air signs be, the more they will comeback to you but if you force your way, demand too much they will fly away and leave.

The placements of the Moon in the Houses in the birth chart is the roots of our connections to others. It explains how we connect to others emotionally and what those people have to do to connect to us. Where the moon dwells in our chart explains how we begin to emotionally respond to others.

  • Moon in the 1st House: The easiest to charm as long as you’re looking to impress right off the bat; a disadvantage because they fall for others too easily, but they’re intuitive as to whether a first impression is a bit off.
  • Moon in the 2nd House: They like nice things. Give them things. Spoil them.
  • Moon in the 3rd House: Intellectual connection. They enjoy smart people, and they enjoy someone who is willing to show them new parts of knowledge and understanding.
  • Moon in the 4th House: attracted to someone who reminds them of their parents; someone who wants a family life, possibly kids or animals and expresses that to them.
  • Moon in the 5th House: Sexual and artistic connections; the type to want attention and sex constantly, and you’re going to have to put a lot of time into them.
  • Moon in the 6th House: A person who looks out for this person, doesn’t mess up their plans and organization, someone who takes their time in letting them catch feelings (because they take the longest, after all.)
  • Moon in the 7th House: Someone who takes initiative and guides them into trusting choices, and someone who often speaks of marriage and forever.
  • Moon in the 8th House: Sharing of secrets and deep inner thought; deep emotional connection
  • Moon in the 9th House: An optimistic and exciting lover; one who agrees to see the world and shows them new philosophies; most likely connects with someone who shares their religious beliefs
  • Moon in the 10th House: A person with a good reputation, a person who boosts their reputation; knows where they’re going and intends on sharing their goals and meeting in the middle with them.
  • Moon in the 11th House: Most likely connects with them through friendship at first; the “best friends before lovers” type of couple
  • Moon in the 12th House: Spiritual connection; they want a soulmate and an intense lover, someone who makes their heart stir and who they can’t stop thinking about.

bluberryassassin  asked:

Chaoji and Cross?

Okay, I was trying to fall asleep and planning on answering these in the morning, but unfortunately I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep at all tonight.

Chaoji:

Why I like them: I like him from a story-telling standpoint and that’s about it. 
Why I don’t: He thinks everything is black and white. That’s a silly way to approach anything in life. Nothing is two-dimensional, Chaoji, and a forgotten crusade dating back millennia is about as far as two-dimensional as it gets. You don’t even know why the war started in the first place, you idiot.
Favorite episode (scene if movie): I’m a particular fan of the moment his true views were revealed (his reaction to Allen wanting to save Tyki), because, as a writer, ugh. Revealing a new conflict point is just…. so much yes.
Favorite season/movie: I liked him during the Ark arc
Favorite line: Can’t think of any, but that’s because it’s late at night
Favorite outfit: I liked his first outfit best.
OTP: None
Brotp: He and his fellow survivors, the two new Finders whose names I forget
Headcanon: Okay, so technically you’re getting two for the price of one. I headcanon that Chaoji has a temper that he never really got a handle on, but it doesn’t really present itself very often. It makes him really scary in battle, though.
Unpopular opinion: I don’t have one I think?
A wish: I want him to see Nea. I just want him to see Nea, in Allen’s body. I want him to see exactly what kind of internal conflict Allen was dealing with while Chaoji was making Allen’s life that much more difficult.
An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: Can’t think of any?
5 words to best describe them:  Go away, idealistic anger-man
My nickname for them: -Insert screeching noises-

Cross:

Why I like them: Where do I start? I love Cross. Cross is…. by far my favorite (aside from the Sin Twins). I love every inch of his personality, because it just makes sense.
Why I don’t: I feel like he could’ve done a better job with Allen. Been a little less distant. Although it still makes sense for his personality, so… minor complaint, really.
Favorite episode (scene if movie): I actually really like how the whole murder of Cross scene was executed (pun unintended),
Favorite season/movie: The Attack on HQ arc. Is that the name of the arc?
Favorite line: “Let’s overlook what you’ve done to the Order. I’m not cruel, after all. But you ruined my clothes.” or something like that. I’m too lazy to go look up the specific line. But I died when he said that, because  just? You giant, self-centered, absolute asshole, I love you.
Favorite outfit: aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAA I can’t pick. Cross’s design is one of my favorites
OTP: I don’t ship anyone with anyone, really
Brotp: Nea and Cross? I foresee this being a Vitriolic Best Friends type deal and that is my favorite friendship trope EVER
Headcanon: After whatever happened thirty-five years ago, Cross became thoroughly convinced that he is most definitely going to Hell. That’s why he indulges in the vices. Bonus: he didn’t start smoking until after Nea had to flee from the Clan, because of the added stress that was placed on Cross due to that. It started out as nothing more than a simple need to have something in his hands that wasn’t a gun. At first he only smoked a cigarette every once in a while, but after Nea’s death, he began smoking more and more.
Unpopular opinion: I don’t think I have any?
A wish: I want TO KNOW WHAT HE KNOWS. I want him to just show up and gives us SOME ANSWERS. But noooo. He’s too busy playing DEAD.
An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: …I kinda actually really don’t want him to make it to the end of the series? I mean, if he does survive, I’ll be happy with that, too, but I think it’d be fitting for him to actually die before the end of the manga.
5 words to best describe them:  Gunslinging tall drink of ANSWERS
My nickname for them: Molotov Cocktail (long story), also Gun Possum (LONGER STORY)

INTP-ISTP-ESTP Just... So Done

ISTP and ESTP are sitting on the couch, playing a single player video game. ISTP is getting frustrated because he cannot make a jump across a pillar. He’s tried it over and over and ESTP is delightfully amused. INTP walks in through the front door.

INTP: Hey guys.

ESTP: Hey!

ISTP:

INTP: (͡๏̯͡๏)

INTP: What’s up with him?

ESTP: He’s been trying to make this jump for an hour and it’s hilarious.

ISTP: *Misses again*

ISTP: FUCKING HELL I DON’T EVEN LIKE THIS GAME ANYMORE WHAT THE FUCK–

ESTP: AHAHAHA!

INTP: My god, ISTP, maybe you should take a break.

ISTP: I can’t.

INTP: That’s… okay, well, not true at all, but–

ESTP: Hey, why don’t you let INTP give it a shot?

INTP: Yeah, I can probably do it.

ISTP: Yeah, right.

INTP: Yo, I’m like the Assassin’s Creed Master™, come on.

ISTP: *Hands the controller to INTP*

ISTP: Okay, Master, go for it.

INTP: *Makes the jump on the first try*

INTP: Oh, hey, I guess I–

ESTP: AHAHAHA! DUDE!

ISTP: (⊙_◎)

ISTP:

ISTP:

ISTP: *Gets up*

ISTP: I can’t even fucking deal with this right now, I am so upset.

ESTP: *Snickering*

ISTP: I’m getting something eat.

ISTP: *Walks away*

INTP & ESTP: *Continue snickering*

ISTP: *Slams cabinet in the kitchen*

INTP & ESTP: PPFFFFFhahahahaha.