So I Just Figured Something Out. I'm Not Really Attracted To People That I Don't Know Really Well, Hence

So I just figured something out. I'm not really attracted to people that I don't know really well, hence why I have a number of fictional crushes but no real world crushes yet (I am a freaking adult, and I still haven't).

The funny part is I just figured out more about what my type is. Like, I already knew I preferred dark-haired people (with some exceptions) and I'm a sucker for a roguish grin. But then I realized one of my first fictional crashes was Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice.

Guess who figured out that their type also included tsunderes!

This idiot, that's who.

Me, who is always yelling at fictional characters to communicate. I know that communication is super important in any relationship, and yet I like the prickly ones that don't seem to know how to communicate, like, at all.

Damn my empathetic nature.

Exactly! Especially when I see the (rare) pop culture reference to in other media, no one has a clue what I'm talking about! And like, It's a really moving love story (and has unbelievable au potential—i'm surprised that angst writers haven't flocked to it like buzzards). It's very frustrating. I only know about it because my parents introduced me to it. To my followers and mutuals, please, I beg of you watch it! It's so worth it!

I have suddenly been hit by Ladyhawke feels and I dont know what to do about it cause like it seems im the only person who has ever seen this film

well I guess Ernest Clyne has also watched it, but…XD

seriously tought why is this such an obscure movie? no one ever knows it

I keep telling how its an amzing movie but no one seems to listen to my recomendation

Zburator, maybe? It's like if you put together a dragon and a wolf. Or a peryton. Like, a deer and bird combo. Or an enfield. A fox/bird hybrid. Pick your poison, really.

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Bruce introducing his children at a gala event.

Bruce: This my youngest son Damian. Say hello, bud. And my honoured family additions, Stephanie and Barbara Gordon. Girls.

Damian: Tt. Hello.

Barbara & Steph: Hi. Pleasure to meet you.

Bruce: And this is my adorable daughter Cassandra and my oldest boy, Richard "Dick" Grayson.

Cass, smiles and waves.

Dick: Hi, Im sure its been a while but you can call me Dick. No one ever calls me Richard anymore.

Bruce: over here we have my boys, sleep deprived Tim and our very modest Duke.

Tim: I slept at least 5 hours recently, and Drake industries wont run itself.

Duke: Hello, its lovely to meet you.

Bruce: Finally we have my baby. Wheres Jason?

Guest: Does the tend to wander?

Bruce: Yes, he's a fussy one who does not like to attend these galas, dressing him is always a trial and a half.

Guest, giggles: Oh don't I know it, my 6-year old is the same way.

Bruce, spots Jason: And there is the baby of the family, despite not being the youngest. My precious baby, Jason.

Jason, 6"2 brick house, deep baritone voice: Hello.

My town is like 3k permanent residents (I say permanent residents bcuz it's a tourist town) and it's not a particularly small town for the area. Smallville has to be 500 to 1k people MAX (I think 1k is pushing it a little). I also live near farms, and I do agree that it should be a good walk at least to the nearest neighbor.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN SMALLVILLE HAS A POPULATION OF 110,000??? THATS NOT SMALL???

So I was thinking to myself one part of me wants cute slice of life stories and then the other part of me want deep political machinations with intrigue and stuff.

And then yet another part of me was like: why not an combination of both?

So I told my dad about this because I like to bounce ideas off of him, and he helps me refine them. However, I was not expecting his response.

My father who I care about deeply and very much respect who is also sometimes a deeply sarcastic and witty man: "So, like Jane Austen?"

And that just. Got me. It was like a punch till the gut. Here I was expecting some utterly strange name or amalgamation and I just get hit with this truth bomb out of left field.

Because he's right. That combination is Jane Austen's works, very much so. The romances of the heroines and the intrigue of their social circles are exactly that.

But I think the thing that was really getting me, the thing that just had me sitting there like some odd gelatinous mass, was that I someone who is very much a fan of Austen(as is my father), a writer and creative by nature, had not considered that very very simple explanation.

And then I realized I wouldn't have considered that possibility. Not at first. It's not in my nature to do so. I look for the odd eccentric answers. However my father, who is quite the excellent storyteller himself, has one important fundamental difference from me when it comes to these things:

He thinks analytically.

It may be obvious by this point that I do not. I think of things very abstractly. I observe the world very differently. My spatial awareness is nothing to write home about. Indeed, my social awareness is nothing stunning either.

However, I did inherit his tendency to ramble. So that's what this is. This is my word vomit about something that just struck me oddly.

Does it have a point? Who knows! Do I just want to ramble about it and hope someone hears me screaming my stray thoughts into the void? Yes. Isn't that the point of this hellsite (deeply affectionate)?