#Not fine

[connoisseur-of-love]

People 'love' to have morally grey characters. but then draw the line at the morally grey characters if they have even an ounce of dubious thoughts regarding sexuality/sex

#anti anti #proship #anti censorship #anti harassment #proshipper #antis dni #profic #pro fiction #Murder fine #dare thinking of dating your sister? #not fine

[ray-of-sunshine-from-hell]

You know your mental health is fucked up when you start getting triggered by small ghar ke kalesh which you used to listen to on a daily basis.

#relatable #not fine #desi household #stressed af #mental health

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

I had the stupidest idea for a shitpost and, of course, just had to draw it.

#it was in reality not fine fic #bones of a rabbit art #bones of a rabbit fnaf #bones of a rabbit fic #not fine fic #it was in reality not fine #not fine #fanfic shitpost #fanfic memes #fnaf x y/n #fnaf sun/moon x reader #doodles #sketches

[decadentlawyertrashmuffin]

#warrior nun #sister beatrice #avatrice #ava silva #not fine #subtext #just in case #save warrior nun

[natnuszsstuff]

My friend: Hay are you ok? Like mentally? Me, re-watching 1st season of Supernatural: Yeah why you ask? My friend: My friend: No reason...

#supernatural #dean winchester #supernatural dean #supernatural sam #sam winchester #spn #spnfandom #season 1 rewatch #supernatural season1 #not fine #i kin dean winchester ofc course im not *FINE*

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hi! Love your writing! Can I request a stoic hero x suave flirty villain? Really spicy please? (Like with villain being kinda sub) Ty in advance for even reading this ask

Spicy

I love you.

The hero lost count of how many times this sentence had lingered on their tongue, ready to slip out when they were losing it all together. No matter how maniacal the villain’s flirtatious advances got though, they managed to stay calm, keep their mouth shut and let their enemy do the dirty talk. Fighting a wall was easier than this.

Not putting a label on it seemed reasonable. A month ago, the villain had dragged themselves into the hero’s apartment and after a week of nursing and healing wounds, the tension between them was thick enough to be cut by a knife. It was clear to both of them that they’d either kill each other soon or rack the hero’s bedframe.

One time turned into two, turned into countless times.

Along the way, the hero forgot the touch of other people, forgot every other lover they’d ever had and with that, every other preference that wasn’t the villain’s.

They started living together but it wasn’t official. It didn’t get addressed at all. If the villain started to see someone else, there was absolutely nothing the hero could do about it.

It made them uneasy. Nervous. It was a novel feeling, too. Relationships weren’t this difficult, were they? Overwhelmed and tired, they found something close to an answer when they touched the villain.

They sucked a hickey into the villain’s chest, lost in thought. Denial invaded their mind like a parasite. Love was a lot, wasn’t it? It was too big of a word, too complex to describe what they were having…

“Fucking Christ,” the villain whined. “Greedy today, huh?”

The hero wasn’t religious by any means but what they were doing was blasphemous, right?

For as long as they could remember, the villain was the enemy. They were the reason why they‘d started training to be a hero and now…well, they didn’t know if this was against the law, too. Racing thoughts didn’t stop them from sucking another hickey into the villain’s abdomen, drawing more and more desperate sounds and heavy panting from the villain.

Biting down into the soft skin, they let their fingertips run over the villain’s sensitive inner thighs. They felt them twitch, heard them moan a fucked-up version of the hero’s name. Hell, what that did to them was…

They let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding.

In response, the villain tugged on the hero’s hair, head thrown back as they pushed their hips up and suddenly, the hero didn’t know where to place themselves in this whole picture. Unsure of the role they were playing in the villain’s life, allowing themselves the childish dream of what they could be. God, wretched knife in their chest and all.

If talking could be easy. Fuck, they’d probably be married.

“Easy,” the hero warned. They caught the villain’s hip with one hand and pushed them back into the mattress. A naked hand on naked skin. This was insane.

“You’re so pretty,” the villain’s words garbled but the hero blushed nonetheless. “Fuck, let me—”

In some way, the villain achieved to get on top, drunk on pleasure, nails digging into the hero’s thick shoulders. They leaned forward.

“You look good under me,” they promised sweetly, their voice close to a whisper. They let their teeth sink into the hero’s neck but it didn’t come close to painful.

“Go to hell,” the hero whispered back.

“Dragging you with me. Can’t withstand these muscles.” To demonstrate their statement, they scratched their fingernails across the hero’s abdominals, making them hiss and leaving bright red marks. Four stripes, coding the hero as theirs.

“You little devil.”

“You’re into that…”

“Am not.”

“Oh, please. Don’t get yourself all worked up. I love it when you’re this obedient.” They smiled, showing their perfect set of teeth. Luckily, the hero grabbed their wrists, stopping their scratching crusade and forcing their faces to meet again.

“Come here.” One hand cupped their face instantly as they pulled them in for a kiss.

And they kissed them hard. Hard enough to get back on top, hard enough to forget their thoughts, hard enough to ignore how much they hated themselves and their actions.

If the hero wasn’t bad with words, then this relationship could have a future.

#screaming crying while I write this: CITY OF STARS ARE YOU SHINING JUST #yes I have watched la la land #and a few days ago I watched everything everywhere all at once and I am not fine #NOT FINE #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #suggestive #sub villain #stoic villain #flirty hero #light angst

[galaxygirl8880]

Cale *on the outside*: I'm fine

Cale *internally*: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

#cale henituse #tcf #trash of the count's family #tcf incorrect quotes #incorrect tcf quotes #cale was infact #not fine

[serenityquest]

#i'm fine #it's fine #not fine

[sarcasmgal-blog]

Ok @re-dracula just tear the whole heart right from out my chest

Fine ... good. This is fine. It's all fine. I'm fine.

#not fine #weeping

[infpisme]

#Penelope Douglas #life advice #quotes #I’m fine #not fine #life struggles #fighting battles #life quotes #life lessons

[cherrys-writings]

I accidentally submitted one of my fics in place of an assignment for class! I think my professor read the whole thing 😭😭😭😭😭

#it's fine i'm fine #not fine #send help #the inheritance games fic #the inheritance games #grayson hawthorne fanfic

[feuer-bluete]

#i am doing #not fine #but stable i guess #its better than last week #but we'll see how the weekend goes #anyway i noticed something in my playlists and song choices over the last week(s) and had to think about this

[brownsplodge]

@bones-of-a-rabbit

Love ur story

#my art #y/n #fnaf security breach #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf #not fine

[techn0tony]

Today is sucking a lot, and my anxiety has sky-rocketed, so I am going to be making an unreasonable amount of art to cope ... haha ...

#it's fine everything is great yep #aghhhh #not fine #but i will cope and seethe #vent post #it's way too much to explain #long story short my home/family/work/financial situations are just so ... not great ... #a lot of bad stuff has been kicking my ass almost constantly the past few weeks #i assure you though not all the art i'm making will be angst #i have some funny and wholesome stuff i will draw soon as well #art #artists on tumblr

[talkativetrashpanda]

So I was in therapy earlier today, and I was explaining to my therapist that right now everything just felt kind of numb. We’ve had so much happen in such a short time span that I think my emotions just shut down. And Jenny, being the incredible therapist that she is, managed to find the right spot in my brain and crack it open like a walnut.

It started very simply. I said something along the lines of “I’m tired of saying it’s fine when it’s not.” Jenny looked at me with a cock of her head and said “so tell me what’s not fine.”

And holy shit.

I haven’t really cried over much, because again, my emotions went into shutdown mode. But once I started listing things, the dam broke loose.

It’s not fine that my dog isn’t here anymore. She was only nine and it’s not fine at all that she suffered like she did.

It’s not fine that I’m sick again after being well for so long. I’m terrified of how it’ll set me back. It’s not fine that, even though I’m doing all the things I’m supposed to do, I still managed to get sick.

It’s not fine that I’ve become my family’s therapist, a mediator between my parents. It’s not fine that I’ve been forced into the middle.

It’s not fine that I just turned 27 and I’m nowhere near where I thought I’d be. It’s not fine that Covid completely, totally fucked me over and I’m still sick three years later. It’s put my life on pause and I’m missing this time in my life.

It’s not fine that I have to stand up in court and argue that I’m disabled. That I have to prove myself to a judge and a board of doctors and who knows. It’s not fine that, despite numerous forms and letters from multiple doctors, they still don’t believe me. It’s not fine that I have to fight for my disability to be recognized because I look fine on the outside.

It’s not fine that my aunt was finally free from lifelong abuse, only to have a stroke and dementia. She had less than one year of freedom. It’s not fine talking to her on the phone and trying not to cry because she doesn’t know who I am or where she is.

It’s not fine that the last three years have been a never ending shitstorm of pain and trauma. It’s not fine that I’ve been hit with tragedy after tragedy and I’ve taken more than my fair share. It’s not fine that NONE OF MY FRIENDS understand what I’m going through, or even bother to check on me half the time.

It’s not fine that the world is moving on without me. There are still people that don’t think Covid existed. They weren’t touched by it when I’m still fighting three years later.

So much is not fine and I’M not fine and I’m tired of pretending and telling myself I am. I’m not fine in the slightest and somehow I have to keep going forward like it is. I’ve had no time to process or grieve any of the losses because the hits just keep coming.

It’s fine to not be fine.

#chronic illness #long covid #personal blog #grief #covid isn't over #covid long hauler #trauma #not fine #mental health #mental health issues #mental health blog

[ashtonsunshine]

We're in the middle of September dealing with 31°C.

#carmo says things #not fine