#feeling you

[poetrybyonur]

Don’t say a word. Let my hands do the talking.

#poets on tumblr #love quotes #love poetry #romantic poetry #love poem #onurtaskiran poetry #romantic writer #gentleman poet #poets and writers #love #micro poetry #slow hands #gentle hands #no words #my hands speak #touch of a poet #touching #caress #feeling you

[downfalldestiny]

I Need you ❤️‍🩹 !.

#embrace #Hug #Love #in your arms #Feeling you #My love #My angel #My beauty #Her #My girl #downfalldestiny #downfall #life #love #حياة #حب #عشق #شوق #miss

[randik-86]

Give my body shelter,

Cover me with all of you,

Take me as you please,

I surrender my heart unto you,

I can't hide these inexplicable feelings,

That you have ingrained into my soul,

My thoughts are lost in you,

The incessant need to feel you in me,

To hear your voice call out my name,

Claiming me as your harbour,

The one that guides you out of the darkness,

And into my light,

Bringing you back home to me...

©️randik86

#spilled ink #©️randik86 #desire #lust #original poem #dark love #im yours #poetess #wrtblr #writers on tumblr #feeling you #all of you #my darkness

[bidarcywriter]

“You here for Max?” 

Billy stopped about a foot from the passenger side window, close enough for Steve to catch a whiff of smoke, sharp mint, and some cologne Billy must’ve just applied for how strong it was. Cinnamon tones burned in Steve’s airways. He stole a glance at the open V of his shirt, telling himself it was a hunt for Starcourt scars. 

“How the fuck aren’t you freezing your ass off?” Steve shook his head in mock disapproval. "In case you didn’t get the memo, it’s February. And yeah, yeah I’m here for Max.”

Billy tilted his head to one side, and Steve could almost feel hot steam on his neck from the showers in Hawkins high, almost. It wasn’t quite the same. Billy sized up an opponent back then, an enemy, tried to draw out the infamous King Steve just to flaunt his superiority; now Billy just looked...tired. Apathetic underneath that killer grin. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about my ass.”

That brought a humorless smile to Steve’s lips. Rebellious and unable to resist what he called the “fuck it” impulse, he dropped his gaze to view said ass, every bit of its hard-earned curve. Steve used Ted Wheeler as inspiration for how impressed to be. “Whatever, Hargrove.”

That, surprisingly, earned a chuckle from Billy. Like he didn’t expect Steve to do it. “Cassidy.”

“What?”

Billy blew a steady stream of smoke away from his car, waited for it to fade, then shrugged. Steve thought it looked a hair too casual for someone who didn’t give a fuck. “Trying something out.”

“Oh.” Silence carried on for about four seconds (subjective four minutes) and Steve’s stomach twisted, adding nerves to a cocktail of uncertainty. He felt awkward knowing it must be his mother’s name, the one who left him all those years ago in Sunny California. “Yeah. I—it uh, suits you.”

Billy grinned with his teeth. That was more like him, inching dangerously close to the asshole from senior year and every bit as suave, but the tell—Steve noticed up close—was in his eyes. So blue now. Empty of that visceral, nameless thing that used to fog them up like storm clouds. Empty of a lot of things. 

A shell, he realized.

“Liar.”

He was right.

Billy Cassidy sounded all kinds of strange to Steve, like ill-fitting clothes or stiff shoes. Not like Steve didn’t get distancing himself from ‘Hargrove,’ though - everyone in Hawkins heard about how Neil dealt with the massive Starcourt shitshow of ’85.

It was kind of messed up, honestly. Billy had still been in the coma when the government showed up and Neil fucked off like a bat out of hell - ‘like Billy’s mother did’, Steve overheard someone say. At the local supermarket. 

Small towns, man. Small fucking towns.

There were other rumors, too. Darker ones made of human monsters and fake smiles, but Steve had no clue whether those were true. He felt guilty for even listening in the first place, because they weren’t the kind of stories he could (or wanted to) confirm. Only one thing was sure. Hargrove or Cassidy, it didn’t matter: Billy would resent any pity Steve showed him. So he swallowed it down.

“You could grow into it,” Steve offered instead. 

“That’s the idea.”

A pause. Then, since Steve felt like pushing it today—“So, you really staying in Hawkins? Thought you’d be halfway to California the minute your car was up and running.”

Billy cocked a brow. Steve noticed a small slit in the arch of it, unable to discern if it was style or something that used to bleed. “Hawkins is the shit hole of shit holes, but lucky for the shit hole, I’m staying a while. Not like my baby won’t get a taste of California streets again soon.” He took a leisurely drag. “Why? Hoping I’d get out of your hair?”

“Doesn’t everyone?”

Billy chuckled, but the sound was different than before. Like nails scraping pavement. “Precious, coming from the guy who visited daily when I was out cold.” The emptiness in Billy’s gaze didn’t disappear, still swallowed up any spark of life, but he continued to sound more like his dickish self with every sentence. A pink tongue poked out from between his teeth. “According to Max, that is. I’m touched. Really.”

Steve groaned as his cheeks warmed. Wished he could smack his forehead against something hard. Max Mayfield was a traitor. “Yeah, don’t get too excited. Your sister needed someone there in case you, I don’t know, tried to fucking stab her with another broken floor tile.”

Reflecting back, he had absolutely no clue what made him say it. Steve only got bits and pieces of what happened with the sauna test; the kids, Max in particular, hated talking about it.

Billy’s cigarette fell to one side. For a split second he looked stunned, like he’d been hit, and even though he recovered fast and scrubbed away all evidence with a smile like a concrete wall, Steve tasted guilt. 

He—fuck.

Steve scratched the back of his neck, fingers stinging. Not meeting Billy’s eyes. “Shit, man. I shouldn’t have—jesus.”

“Save it, Harrington,” Billy cut in, voice sinking an octave. Steve had expected it to sound angry, not resigned. Not hollow. “I know what I fucking did.”

Something churned in Steve’s stomach. Sickened him. He never thought about whether Billy remembered what the Mindflayer did with his body. He lit up with the sudden urge to double down on his apology, to explain he didn’t hold Billy responsible for all that shit, none of them did, but when he parted his lips? Nothing came out. The words got stuck somewhere between formation and the roof of his mouth. 

Mercifully, Max chose that moment to shimmy through the front door sideways, shattering the tension like a rock through a window. 

Full fic here <3

#my writing #Feeling You #currently working on chapter 2 #Can't wait to delve into billy pov <3 #hurt & comfort for days #Billy Hargrove Redemption #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #post season 3 #fic excerpt

[ncrediblechels]

Speedy is on to something..

#relationship #speedy #complex #shawty #feeling you #feelings #never been in love

[vamprisms]

i feel like a lot of the 'i hate kids' crowd would be more tolerant if they understood that due to a kid's limited experience of the world that 4 hour flight might just be the longest they've ever had to sit still for or that trapped finger might literally be the most pain they've ever felt in their short life or they might not have ever seen a person with pink hair ever so of course they want to touch it or nobody's told them yet that they can't run around the museum and they only just learned cheetahs are the fastest animals so of course they want to put that to the test. how were they supposed to know etc etc.

#like majority of the time kids are not just 'being naughty'. they have big feelings inside little bodies it's a lot #also like. #it should be illegal to dye your hair fun colours if you aren't prepared for kids in public to ask if youre related to a my little pony #EDIT: the notes on this post are an absolute cesspool. i don't care about your reasons for hating kids you sound like a disney villain

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

#i often wonder about how many things would be considered classic or high art had they only received the marketing #how many short films that were made for class could have been the most powerful thing you'd ever seen? if you'd seen them? #“you know the greatest films of all time were never made” etc etc #but like. these works of art ARE being made. it's just enjoyed by a smaller audience with equal impact though #i think about this one furry i used to follow on insta who had the coolest worldbuilding ever. it's been years. #thought prompted by that sketch of nimona from ten years ago that was just for a character design #posted to the creator's tumblr and now it's nominated for best animated feature film at the oscars #and by the genuine emotional reaction a fan comic made me feel. how much work had gone into it. how beautiful it was to me. #idk what to tag this but i hope whoever needs to hear it does #writing #writer #fandom #fandom culture #artist

[randomalistic]

Selfshippers who ship with weird/unappealing characters. I love you. Like hell yeah you go get with Mr Crocker. Go get with lord faarquad

#I get it. #EMBRACE THAT SHIT #it’s such a fucking power move and I gain so much respect for u #also I’d like to add I selfship with spamton neo and king candybug #if that makes you feel any better #selfship #txt #1k

[doccywhomst]

#i’ve been thinking abt that cringe post #i think the latent feelings behind ‘cringe’ are shame and sometimes envy/bitterness #same vibes as when six year olds say ‘those toys are for babies’ if they’ve been shamed for their age by older kids #anyway. i think part of the healing process is realizing that shame puts you at war with yourself bc part of yourself is a social being! #and that part of you wants community and acceptance (maybe love). shame is the absence of acceptance #unlearning shame means learning self-love and gaining the confidence to find your people #jerma #cw jerma #(someone asked me to tag lol)

[poetrybyonur]

I cannot imagine having these hands without being able to touch you. My hands were made for touching you.

#poets on tumblr #love quotes #love poetry #romantic poetry #love poem #onurtaskiran poetry #romantic writer #gentleman poet #poets and writers #love #touch #hands #feelings #micro poetry #feeling you #caress #holding you

[dirtytransmasc]

the men and boys are innocent too.

we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.

I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.

I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.

I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.

I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.

the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.

#I don't have words to describe how I feel for the men of Palestine #the things I have seen them do after everything they have been through goes so far beyond selfless #what do you call this? this prevailing goodness and willingness to give everything they have and more? what word even touches it? #I don't think there is one #islamophobia has conditioned us to see these men and boys as evil and dangerous #we see this in how we speak about Palestine #and we need to uncondition ourselves #they're just as innocent and of value and good as the women and children #so fight for them #they don't deserve this any more than the women and children #free palestine #palestine

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

#dungeon meshi #falin touden #marcille donato #farcille #I always loved how chapter 27 ends with them both so bloody and 28 starts with them in the bath. #not just because of how iconic the bathtub moment is but because you know they had to scrap off so much gore first. #I think everyone in the party took a very long and methodical bath but Falin was basically *all* blood*. #Being covered in blood is one of those 'just girly things' that women deserve to stop being shamed about. #I just don't think Chilchuck is progressive enough. He probably made them take a bath first B*/ #Okay jestering aside I want to just highlight - #The magnitude of Marcille's joy at seeing her dearest friend again! Of holding her and sharing her presence in the same room! #Something about this reunion feels like a beautiful dream you are afraid of waking up from...

[bidarcywriter]

Angsty Starcourt Survivor Billy Headcanons I plan to incorporate

- Billy doesn’t get drunk after being flayed—barely even touches a drink at all, at least for a period of time. What used to be shit he did for fun, to forget, hail the new keg king, turns into a fear of losing control of his own body. He has trouble falling asleep for this reason, too, and even though he knows it’s okay, it’s safe now, it’s so damn hard to release consciousness without putting up a fight, because what if he doesn’t wake up as himself?

- Billy learned a lot about Vecna during his time as one of the flayed. He knows things about Will he can’t explain, became aware of Vecna’s distinct fixation on Eleven, sunk like a stone into a bottomless well of icy fury not his own—the eerie power of which he’ll never forget. Vecna didn’t plan on him living to keep this knowledge; Billy lives, anyway. If they meet again in season 4, they’ll have a lot to say to one another.

- Vecna controlled whether Billy saw what he was doing. Sometimes being flayed was like sitting shotgun; a tear might slip through, but Billy’s mouth and fists moved on their own, and he had a front row seat. Other times, maybe when he was close to someone who might help him, or when he would have fought too much, it was like being locked in the trunk of his car going 90 down the freeway. He doesn’t recall anything from those moments. However, because his body still experienced it, memories of what Vecna hid from him start leaking through.

#Darcy headcanons #billy Hargrove #Feeling You #doing deep dives for this fic #hurts me #I’m sure there are similar ones out there

[roebeanstalk]

reblog to manifest gender euphoria for the person you reblogged this from

#it'll also give you euphoria btw #however you are rn is enough and you're doing enough #you deserve to feel comfortable even when your body doesn't match your identity #smooch

[thottybrucewayne]

I hate that the "Gen Alpha can't read." conversation so much because people are taking this as a chance to call children stupid and their parents monsters instead of having a very real discussion about how the education system is flawed by design, covid fucked up everything socialization wise, these parents having little access to child care and more work hours leads them to lean on things like tablets and phones to watch their kids more and more, teachers are more overworked and underpaid than ever leading to them leaving the profession in droves and that's only like the surface level issues. There's a myriad of factors at play here, not just that "The kids are spoiled screen-addicted brats with no imagination and their parents are childish spoiled millennials who just let coco melon handle everything."

#thotty speaks #thotty rants #idk like i feel like alot of yall are being weirdly cruel and smug about this situation #'gen alpha can't read' can you??????????

[goldensunset]

advice i think we should tell children is that when adults say stuff like ‘now that i’m an adult i get really excited about stuff like coffee tables and bathrooms and rugs etc’ they don’t mean ‘and now i don’t care about blorbo and squimbus from my childhood tv shows anymore’ bc your average adult still loves all the same pop culture stuff they always did; they just have a greater appreciation for the mundane as well. growing up just means you can enjoy life twice as much now. you can get really excited about a new stuffed animal AND about a new kitchen sponge. peace and love

#peach rambles #you don’t have to get rid of blorbo and squimbus!! they would look great on top of your beautiful new nightstand you’ve been excited about #hall of fame i guess #i get. the sneaking suspicion this post has inspired at least two other posts #to the effect of ‘uhmmm i was ALWAYS excited about these things??’ #yes i did have to do my own chores as a kid prommy. i just didn’t have feelings about stuff yet ok