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anastasiasyah · 6 months
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I want to be gentle with myself but these thoughts are violent.
— 09/28/23, anastasiasyah
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sillytriumphdragon · 2 months
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Despite the setbacks and frustrations, I know that tomorrow is a new day, brimming with opportunities for redemption and renewal. I refuse to let today's misfortunes define me, choosing instead to approach tomorrow with optimism and resilience. After all, every setback is merely a stepping stone on the path to growth and self-discovery.
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honeyed-latte · 24 days
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Would you describe Hiccup as Fae-like? Not in the sense that he's delicate or effeminate, but in the way that he's mildly unsettling, manic, mean and very beautiful?
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kairolee2004 · 4 months
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I feel like this would be impossible but— HEAR ME OUT!
Imagine if- as a young child, you lived in Texas and had a close friend that you would even consider your best friend. Thomas Hewitt..
And when your younger teenage years came around, your parents moved you out of Texas and all the way to England.
You live there still in your mid twenties and decided to get a job. A Nanny job to an English family by the name of the Heelshires. Of course you thought is was for a real child but it turns out the nanny job is to take care of a life-sized porcelain doll. The two parents tell you that the “doll” is named Brahams… Supposedly, the real Brahms perished in a fire 20 years ago, and he had apparently rejected several nannies prior to being introduced to you. As Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire leave for their vacation, you are given a list of rules to follow in regard to their son.
Turns out, the bastard wasn’t dead but better yet, living in the walls and stalking you. He had become obsessed and in love with you. How couldn’t he? You were so damn perfect and gorgeous… you needed to stay forever. He tried to keep you all to himself. But you got away with only one suitcase.
You tried to think of a place where you know Brahams would never think to try and look for you. Somewhere completely different from where you were right now… how about Texas?
Making your way all the way back to Texas, you decide that it wouldn’t hurt to see some old family. And head on over to the Hewitt family house. When you arrive, you of course see Luda may and charlie (Hoyt) but you don’t see Tommy anywhere. You ask about him to Luda May and she calls for him… you weren’t ready for what you saw.
Tommy wasn’t the same old little boy who was shorter than you, smaller than you, quieter than you- no.
This was a full grown ass man with 2 feet towering over you and more than 200 pounds of muscle to over power you. And when you say he was “quieter than you.” You meant it. As kids he didn’t talk much and now he still didn’t say a word. It was his eyes.. yelled and screamed with ruthlessness. His eyes seemed as if he saw stuff. They weren’t innocent like they used to be. If looks could kill, you would have dropped minutes ago.
Yet his actions spoke other wise. When he first saw you, he was stiff, kinda like when a bull walks around in a china shop. With the intention of not breaking something so precious and fragile. He didn’t want to break you.
Next thing you know, your body without mind, walks towards him and hugs him. He is stunned for a second before he engulfs himself around you. In a protective manner, a way of saying ‘I’m not letting you go…’
You felt off when you hugged him. Sure it was nice when you saw your childhood friend once more but then again… he wasn’t at the same time. This place was different, this family too. They all were dark souls that were covered with a normal family persona. It was wrong.
Luda May promised that you could stay one night and in the morning you could hit the road again. You felt no reassurance behind those words.
As you got ready for bed, you opened the one suitcase that you took from the Heelshire house, you were frightened… you had some clothes in there and some essentials but one thing was out of place. Brahams porcelain mask. You knew how much this mask meant to him… and he would do anything to get it back. Even if that meant going 4,669.21 miles just to get it back.
Later that night in the bedroom, as you were about to fall asleep, you heard blood curdling screaming coming from the basement. As you made your way down from your room, you saw a young woman burst through the basement door and she was covered with blood. Not far behind her, followed Tommy. He looked at the pathetic women, then at you. He looked terrifying… you didn’t move, only stared.
The young woman screamed at you for help, that was until Tommy revived his chainsaw and killed her with it. This couldn’t be real- right?
Reality hit when all of a sudden, Tommy came over to you and held the side of your face softly. And looked into your eyes. He didn’t want you to be scared of him.
You over lapped your hand over his and held it without saying a word. Slightly leaning into his touch. He helped you stand up and held the back of your head, with the other hand on the small of your back.
You let your head lean against his chest. This was wrong on so many levels… you both knew it. Yet it didn’t stop both of you. This was a silent moment needed.
Well… that was until you heard his voice again. The fear of which you knew was bound to come once more.
“(Reader), Why did you leave me?” Brahams child voice appeared right behind of Thomas. When he turned around, he was there. Brahams of course didn’t have his mask but rather yet, pieces of the porcelain dolls face glued together. It was a sight to behold.
Both men stared at each other… you couldn’t tell what they were thinking but you could definitely tell what was about to go down.
Oh no …
Could you imagine that?
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I swear! These two men got me by the throat- ;/;
I absolutely adore these two masked men, and I mean come on how could you not!?! <333
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bylermysillyboys · 3 months
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I do have hope for byler being endgame BUT if for some reason they aren’t I will actually loose it.. been manifesting byler endgame for years ‼️
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soulinkpoetry · 9 days
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The soul is all about vibrational energy. You don’t feel it with just anyone.
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emryyyyyss09 · 20 days
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are you ever just normally going about your day, years after you watched star wars, and are just hit with the reminder that anakin basically killed padme and their entire romance was forbidden and yet the reason anakin pursued the dark force, and that there was probably a good reason that jedi weren't allowed romance, and anakin skylwalker's entire life was a tragedy and he was never going to end up differently and it's the fault of everyone around him cause they all hurt him, but this isn't justification for the fact that he murdered millions of people, destroyed galaxies and cut off his son's arm after traumatizing him drastically?
hah so guess how my day went
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Is anyone else insecure as fuck and genuinely worried that no one will ever fall in love with them or is that just me??
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dragon-kazansky · 6 months
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Izzy is pretty.
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theintpgirl · 2 years
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I just need someone who can hug me and tell me that I'm not as worthless as I think I am
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ladygodgiven · 3 months
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getting fucked up in the monastery to the latest hildegard von bingen banger like this
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anastasiasyah · 6 months
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I write alone. I write to people who don't exist. I cultivate this isolating existence into a gratifying solitude.
— 10/19/23, anastasiasyah
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sillytriumphdragon · 2 months
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Ever had those days where you're just like, "What's the point?" It's like this heavy fog settles over everything, and you're stuck in this weird funk, but you can't even pinpoint why. Life feels like this endless series of battles, and lately, it seems like you're losing every single one. Trust? Yeah, good luck with that. Can't trust anyone, can't trust what's coming next, and honestly, can't even trust yourself. It's like you're stuck in this maze of doubt, and there's no clear way out. But hey, it's okay not to have it all figured out. Sometimes, you just gotta ride the wave and hope for smoother seas ahead. Hang tight, buddy. 🌊🌀🌟
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honeyed-latte · 4 months
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HTTYD having no female villains is something I need to rectify NOOOOOW. I need a lady to whump tf out of Hiccup
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anonlinediary · 3 months
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Recovery from mental, emotional or physical burnout can take years. Even if you start prioritizing rest and you start living a softer life, your nervous system remembers the burnout and/or the trauma. Understanding this and being gentle and patient with ourselves is the key.
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seraphim-seeker · 6 months
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Humanoid TFA Megatron is most definitely the type to dress both Femme and Butch, because she can pull both looks like a BOSS
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