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#cw: gratitude
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2024-03-06
Grateful for the excitement in my S.O.'s face when they show me a story they love.
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luthienne · 1 year
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hey, i’m really sorry to hear about your mom’s cancer. i don’t know if this helps at all, but i am a cancer biologist, and i want you to know that every day i am immersed in an environment where scientists want nothing more than to create better treatments for people like your mom. i’m sure it can seem very frightening and lonely sometimes, but i hope it might be encouraging to know there are so many thousands of people around the world you don’t know who are working round-the-clock to improve cancer care and who care deeply about your mom and everyone else who has had to deal with this awful disease. we are all behind you, we care, we wish the best for you ❤️
i am in tears, thank you for sharing this with me. we have been very fortunate in her care — from the nurses at the hospital to the techs of her radiation team, to her doctors and all the staff. i can never express the gratitude i feel for the people who have treated my mom with so much care and love, and to the people like you who are working to improve treatments and find cures. from what we have read, her chances of surviving this, surviving longer, have improved in the past 10 years of cancer research and advancement. that’s an entire world of time with her that we’ve been given. it doesn’t feel like enough to say thank you—but truly, thank you <333
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It is rather unfortunate that the words androsexual and gynosexual were so swiftly adopted/coopted by transphobes of the "gay means homosexual, i.e. exclusively same sex attracted, and also sex is immutable and fixed from birth, so it is homophobic for you to say that gay people can be attracted to trans people" variety, because I do feel that there is a gap in the market for single word identity labels that mean "I am attracted to people of this specific gender, however I will not be taking questions relating to my own gender at this time"
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hauntingmiser · 4 days
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Also I give you this image I have made last second lol
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Maruki is chilling with that void bong lol
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ouc · 2 years
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there'll come a day when love and gratitude won't hurt me. ... so please wait until then, kirby. and thank you for never giving up on me.
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queerlilchinchin · 7 months
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Content Warning: lots of swearing especially if you read the tags
Not only do you give me a 2 week eviction notice over literally you being too childish to voice your grievances and then getting childishly mad when I voice mine... causing me to have to scramble to find not only me housing, but housing for 2 animals as well or all 3 of us would be on the streets (or them in shelters and me on the street)... but you also take out your anger with me on my cat, who you previously acted like was part of the household and family and now you've had locked away in a small fucking room with her treats locked away in a different room and pushed all of my shit in a corner.
You two make me so livid I honestly wouldn't care if something terrible happened to you right now.
Go choke on a dick and fuck off.
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tothesolarium · 1 year
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Satan - saying Amen, and God like the curses they are. You sadly don’t meet her till book Two, as book one has to be more PG and she’s busy
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dreamydanceofaeons · 1 year
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@luminarytraveler​ liked for a wreath
She encountered Lumine after one of her performances; luckily, she had been carrying around the last few in hopes she’d see the recipients around the city.  So as soon as she could leave the stage, she bolted for her friend.
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“Traveler!” She waved to get Lumine’s attention.  “I made you something.”
And here it is.  The leaves and such on it were a bright, healthy green, and woven among the leaves and branches were yarrow
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and peach roses.
“And I made something for Paimon, too.” It was a lot smaller, with alstroemeria flowers on it.
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“I hope you like them.”
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trillgutterbug · 1 year
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the furious desperation with which i want poppy and ian to start dating and immediately fucking crash and burn horribly. i want this in exact inverse proportion to how likely it is to happen. which is not at all. and thank god. 
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ravenandmoon · 3 months
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Depression is a bitch but i feel really grateful anyway because i have to see my dog and cats everyday.
I can feel the cold gloomy winter vibe everyday.
I woke up and thanks Nyx, Hypnos, Morpheus and Melinoë and say hello to Apollon, Aphrodite and Hekate. I thank all the Theoi for being there anyway.
I find some peace in my life, because i have privilege of study from home, i have enough food and money, i have many books to read, i have a main passion i can do even at my worse (writing).
Depression is a bitch but i'm her worse nightmare because she cannot brings down my thankfulness.
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2024-01-22
Grateful for the absurd and delightful length some of my tabletop players go to, and the hundred plus pages we've written in a shared google doc about their attempts to figure out what's going on in my campaign world.
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imissthefire · 4 months
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I genuinely can't remember if things have ever been this bad. I don't know if I can recover, I don't even know if I care to. Things just... have been an ongoing nightmare for over a year and doctors aren't listening to me and they're making it seem like the health complications that's made me the most suicidal I've been in a long time if not ever isn't a big deal. I can't stand this shit.
#idk i just#i've sabotaged nearly all of my friendships out of fear and misunderstandings#i've hurt people out of spite and i've been wanting nothing more than to just disappear#i long to die every single day and any time i try to tell my mum that i feel like shit she isn't really hearing me out#i love her and her heart is in the right and she's trying to help but this isn't the type of help i need#this isn't something i can improve on with positive thinking and gratitude journals#i want to die. i want to die every single day. whenever i take any of my meds i just look at the case and just... i could do it#i have something like 200 sleeping pills i discontinued after they werent working anymore but had just refilled. i have several odd old meds#among those are maybe 3 or 4 different antidepressants/antipsychotics plus a bunch of other things#it takes having to actively step away when i have to refill my weekly pill box from just dumping everything in that case into my mouth#i just. idk#i really don't know anymore#i don't think i even want to bother trying to come back from this. i've been begging the doctors and specialists i've been going to help me#and yet they just. give me a sorta :/ look and send me home and hope it resolves itself or that the meds that haven't helped suddenly will#i can't take it anymore#i just don't see a way out of this situation alive#this is just so fucking stupid#whatever yk? anyway gonna tag this so uh. sorry for the tone shift.#cw: suicide#cw: medical#cw: mental health#cw: gender dysphoria#nqp
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thebiggestlies · 9 months
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🔍 what moment of weakness or lapse in judgement would Lawrence find himself begging Beth for relief, compassion, or --any other human need?
One set of scans. Over a dozen specialists, renowned in their field, having made their assessment. Predictions varied. Recommended treatments overlapped in some areas, only the fringes marked with dangled baits of experimental procedures. All at best offering more time. Not a cure.
Mary knew. Perhaps had known from when the first irregularity flagged up, a blip in her usual perfect annual medical review. She was unnaturally canny that way. A hesitation in the doctor, a hard swallow as the technician ran the machines. Mary could manipulate people, maneuver them like chess pieces, but she understood them in a way that surpassed even Lawrence’s keen eye.
He had already considered what it would take to replace her. The overseeing of corporate matters. The mundane tasks she handled, all the tedious administration of life so Lawrence was free to pursue more interesting subjects. He never had to think about toilet paper or his phone battery or whether his taxes were in order. Mary took care of everything, and he trusted her implicitly.
Could he, however, find a new ‘executive assistant’ with the same level of competence and moral flexibility? Probably. Tedious, also yes. Still feasible.
Lawrence was not a sentimental man. Mary had told him once that, frankly, she preferred it that way. Her time was valuable, as was the pride she took in her work, and neither should be wasted on one who might upset it all for trivial matters like lust or love.
Yet still….
He saw the future with a void where Mary once stood, and it sparked an emotion he could barely find the right name for. As it rolled his stomach and tightened his chest, Lawrence looked at this unfamiliar feeling. Sparking tendrils of anger had wrapped around it, and as he peeled them back, there was only the cold, hard sense of fear which remained.
Reaching for his phone, Lawrence made the call he thought he never would.
“Beth. I need your help.”
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obsessivevoidkitten · 4 months
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Nature Conservation
Male Crocodile Hybrid Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader
CW: Noncon, no pain, stalking, kidnapping, oviposition, non-human genitals, big slimy reptile dick, fucked senseless, general yandere behavior
Word Count: 550
(Y'all voted for crocodile man so y'all get crocodile man! Not bete read. Please forgive any mistakes.)
Wreck, the crocodile man, was massive. Large even for his species he was over 7ft. tall, and all muscle. His entire body was covered in thick scales, his fingers clawed and his back studded with sharp ridges.
And his long slimy cock, normally tucked away in his genital slit, was currently pounding away relentlessly into your shaking body.
Drool seeping from the corner of your mouth as you made a symphony of pleasured noises.
Wreck couldn't be happier. Your tight warmth felt just perfect around his large reptilian cock. You were made for him, he was convinced of it.
When he first saw you he was intrigued and watched you intently. You were a conservationist working to preserve the mangrove habitat that he called home.
Most humans he had to scare off, they came here drunk and got garbage everywhere. But not you. You did the opposite.
But you weren't stupid, you came with a group that you led to stay safe. Dangers lurked in these waters.
You noticed the croc man watching you and feared he may be hunting you. Which was true. He was hunting you. But not for a meal.
It took him a while to coax you into letting him get close to you. But Wreck was persistent.
It started by shouting conversations and curiously asking you questions followed by gratitude for your efforts to clean the environment. Soon he could sit by you and share food with you.
Wreck figured if he brought you some cooked food it would subconsciously make you aware that he was a capable provider. And it would also put you at ease because you could see he wasn't hungry and even had food to spare. So you would know he had no interest in harming a human for a meal.
He integrated himself into your group and helped you all gather garbage. He even posed for photographs that would be used to promote the work the group was doing.
Finally he got you alone. He clasped your mouth shut and dragged you into the water, swimming away with you to his cozy little cave before anyone noticed your absence.
Wreck wasted no time at all in removing your bothersome clothing and sliding his tapered dick right into you. It was so slimy that you didn't need any preparation and there was no pain, just a sudden fullness.
It had all happened so fast that you were stunned by confusion. One moment you were sitting at the water's edge beside Wreck and the next thing you knew you were being bred.
He put one of his hands at your hips and the other on your chest, claws raking carefully against your flesh but not breaking the skin.
You whimpered loudly as he fucked into you, and began moving back against him, desperate to have him even deeper.
His large body molded around yours as you both came hard.
You were panting, starting to realize what had just happened when, much to your surprise, the cock in you deposited a large egg inside you.
The day had started with dreams of cleaning up the environment for the animals and your crocodile friend. And now you were the environment for a crocodile egg.
And if Wreck had his way then this certainly wouldn't be the last one.
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tired-biscuit · 2 months
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i want to ride yuuji so bad and then start crying cause he’s so thick and big and then have his strong arms wrap around me and then he starts thrusting up and we’re both drooling and moaning that would be a dream
18+ MDNI, fem!reader // cw: good girl, good girl, GOOD GIRL!
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he’s cooing at you while caressing your cheeks and wiping your tears away, and it’s all so goddamn sweet that it outright hurts; in a good way, though.
always in a good way when it’s with him.
especially because he does it so effortlessly? being kind is like second nature to someone like yuuji and it’s hard not to melt into a puddle of gooey emotions and spill even more tears when he’s looking up at you with hearts in his warm honey-coloured eyes and there’s this prominently lovestruck look on his face that makes him look even dumber than he already is.
but he’s also cute, awfully so. his hair is an absolute mess, his lips are in the colour of dark pink from all the kissing, his cheeks are flushed, and his skin burns so hot that he’s sweating like crazy underneath the thick hoodie that he’s still got on. you’ve been in such a rush to get him inside you that you’re both still completely dressed, aside from the bits of clothing that have been tugged down and pushed to the side in order to make the entire thing easier for you, of course.
however, having all these layers on is simply excruciating. the heat makes him pant and causes his chest to heave in a faster rhythm than normal; and all those breaths make it somewhat hard to get all the praise that he feels for you out of his system.
but yuuji is no quitter. so he swallows the runny saliva that keeps on gathering in his mouth between sentences and threatens to spill past the corner of his lips. it’s audible and it makes his adam’s apple bob in his throat, and yet he still manages to thank you in hushed, trembling whispers and broken grunts and moans.
he thanks you for being such a good girlfriend; for being so willing to give it a chance when it comes to riding him and taking him in all the way, despite the fact that it’s only been a couple of days since he’s taken your virginity and your most sensitive parts are still sore and tender from all the gentle pounding — but pounding nevertheless — he had done after getting his first taste.
you feel heat sear your face as you listen to the jumble of gratitude he’s putting before you and look at him from underneath your lashes, trying to not pay mind how tears still cling to them as stubbornly as ever.
this entire thing has not gone the way you’ve imagined it to go at all and it’s frustrating as hell. and how couldn’t it be? i mean, you’ve known how big he is, have known how it feels to have him inside you, but jesus fucking christ, this position is nowhere as easy as missionary had been — and even then you’d struggled a great deal.
because now, you’re the one who has to do all the work while he sits there, looking pretty, sometimes eyeing how your arousal glistens on his pubic hair, even though your clit hasn’t come anywhere near to kissing the spot from how much of a hard time you’re having when it comes to sitting on his dick entirely.
if only you could just—
“hey,” he says the word with such care as he cups your cheek that it sends butterflies twirling in your belly. his hand is just so big, it urges you to pet yourself against it like a little kitty. “you okay?” yet another look that’s brimming with concern is thrown your way. “we don’t have to do this if it’s too much, you know… just tell me.”
“did you really mean all that?” you mumble the exact moment his hands reach for your hips, clearly aiming to manhandle you into a position that you’d be able to endure a bit better.
“mean what?” he asks, glancing downwards just for a second as your hands stop his own. his cock twitches in response — he’s always been such a sucker for hand holding and this time is no exception. when your fingers intertwine, his heart sings in answer.
“that i’m a good girl?” the eye contact that you initiate in return is determined instead of anxious all of a sudden and it makes his pupils visibly dilate right in front of you.
it seems like you’re no quitter either.
“‘course i did,” yuuji replies in a heartbeat, cherishing how you squeeze around him whenever he gives you his approval, his praise. “you’re such a good girl, my good girl, the goodest girl to ever walk the good girl planet... they should make you mayor of goodie town.”
you giggle at that and his smile quivers with pleasure from how it makes your pussy tighten even more. he’s doing everything he can not to grab you, press you against his chest and just follow instinct and start slamming away.
maybe next time… maybe you’ll be ready for it next time.
“you’re so silly,” you whisper, leaning in to kiss him again, though this time on the forehead. his skin tastes salty, and while it may be wrong, knowing that you’re not the only one that’s having a hard time right now makes you feel just a little bit calmer.
unbeknownst to you, the fact that you’re more relaxed allows you to take yet another inch of him inside you. your muscles slacken and his fat cockhead drags against your walls as a result, slipping and pushing in, in, in. the ring of cloudy white slick forms just a little below the lower half of his cock now, stretching you further and making your tummy feel hot and tingly.
it’s definitely progress.
and it makes poor yuuji moan straight into your mouth.
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Thank you Lord, for this soup and this day
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