A Thrill I’ve Never Known Masterpost

Chapters: 69/?

I decided to compile a masterpost for all the chapters of ATINK to make it easier to find for those who prefer reading on here instead of AO3. I’ll be updating as I go. 

Relationship: Arthur Morgan x Female Reader

Rating: Explicit 

Tags: Van der Linde Gang, Canon-Typical Violence, Loss of Parent(s), Loss of Virginity, Explicit Sexual Content, Slow Burn, Character Death, Fix-It, Eventual Romance, Crimes & Criminals, Hunters & Hunting, Spoilers, POV First Person, First Relationship, No TB

Reader has been a lone wolf for a long time, and intends for it to stay that way. However, she soon realises that having a little company and help from others isn’t so bad.

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Gonna say something that will definitely get screen capped and used to doxx me someday but like having a fetish isn’t. It isn’t evil. You know? People have fetishes. It’s part of the human condition. You’re not a serial killer just because you’re unusually and offputtingly hype about women’s shoes. Thought crime isn’t real and it especially shouldn’t be applied to fetishes. Every human brain is a diy project built by unlicensed electricians.

Already I’m getting caveats that it’s okay to have a fetish “as long as you don’t expose unconsenting people to it” and while yes, obviously, I do agree (whenever sex is involved, you should always make sure people are on the same page as you first) I feel the need to point out that this post isn’t even about who you share your kink with or when. It’s just me saying that liking feet or piss or inflation or whatever doesn’t make you a bad person, it’s okay to like things, even weird things, even gross things. There’s nothing morally wrong with being gross. We are all gross. John 8:7

The caveat that I would put on this post, as OP, would be like… your instincts don’t decide whether you’re good or bad. Your actions do. Act ethically, be considerate, and have any fantasy that floats your goddamn boat. Thought crime isn’t real.

I’d divorce him too lmao

It’s never JUST about the tomatoes.

Basically!

Throughout the day, partners would make requests for connection, what Gottman calls “bids.” For example, say that the husband is a bird enthusiast and notices a goldfinch fly across the yard. He might say to his wife, “Look at that beautiful bird outside!” He’s not just commenting on the bird here: He’s requesting a response from his wife—a sign of interest or support—hoping they’ll connect, however momentarily, over the bird.

The wife now has a choice. She can respond by either “turning toward” or “turning away” from her husband, as Gottman puts it. Though the bird-bid might seem minor and silly, it can actually reveal a lot about the health of the relationship. The husband thought the bird was important enough to bring it up in conversation and the question is whether his wife recognizes and respects that.

These bidding interactions had profound effects on marital well-being. Couples who had divorced after a six-year follow-up had “turn-toward bids” 33 percent of the time. Only three in 10 of their bids for emotional connection were met with intimacy. The couples who were still together after six years had “turn-toward bids” 87 percent of the time. Nine times out of 10, they were meeting their partner’s emotional needs.

Damn, this made me think of all the “shouting into the void” social media posts everyone makes. Just bids for connection. From ANYONE.

I think that is ABSOLUTELY what a lot of that is. Our culture is very isolated (even BEFORE covid!), and we’re desperate to connect with others. I read an article one time that suggested that childcare workers stop saying that a child is “Just wants attention” and start saying that the child is “looking for connection.” We’re starved for it even from childhood.

When they are speaking about a passion, respond to children as if you would a tenured professor at a prestigious university, and to an adult as if you would a child free of the burdens of adulthood. 

Children are desperate to teach the wonders of the world that they know, that they have just learned, and share it with anyone interested.  Adults pour passion they didn’t know they had into voluntary obligations, and crave a simple acknowledgment of that passion as being worthy and valid. 

“Dear third grader, tell me exactly why you chose <x> as you third favorite carnivorous dinosaur instead of second, as specifically as possible.”

“Hey neighbor, your vegetable garden is absolutely gorgeous this year…and no I’m not just saying that because the tomatoes you gave me last year were absolute perfection.”

I wanted to draw a vintage portrait of Arthur~ 

people asking “why is there hair there?” about other people’s bodies is insane to me like. it GROWS there you fucking idiot. why else. move on

“but stomach hair isn’t common” in what fucking universe. in what world.