Idk if Rhaast counts as like a separate character but if he does,,,
💘 with Heartsteel Rhaast?
"💘- 3 ways to win your heart?"
1. Be soft with him. Contrary to expectations out of someone like Rhaast. If you come up to him, treat him with respect, treat him like his own person, and through all that, genuinely, truly, care for him. He becomes a bumbling mess. Tend to his wounds. Cover for him when cops show up. Buy him gear for his escapades. He folds!!! He folds! Gently kiss him after he crashes a car and tumbles down the road to your side? He's a mess.
2. Listen to him. In the same vein, if you actually hear what he's saying. Taking him and his wack ass opinions seriously. Not brushing his crazy ideas off. Oh how his heart races. Not talking him down about parkour from the building roof top? Seriously making plans with him about the safety of spray painting the security cameras before he climbs the roof? Being his stunt cameraman? You don't have to follow through with the plans but just entertaining him and his uninhibited thoughts. Being by his side and laughing along with him not at him. He loves it.
3. Be bold. He's not good at taking social cues or reading between the lines. Especially when his thoughts are already speeding off one after the other. Rhaast is impulsive, his brain thinks something up and he does it. He can't understand subtlety, he doesn't get hints. If you're loud and proud about your feelings, straight forward enough for him to understand and actually connect with you. To not be confused by your actions and words. Its perfect for him.
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"This story ends in blood." -- The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires, Grady Hendrix
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Back for era 4 story 2!
Daphne/Blaise babes 😘
Ooooh how fun!
Your Ship: Daphne/Blaise
Your Song: ...Ready For It
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reaction pic so powerful i had to screencap it properly
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We still doing the crush thing?
My crush is @un-father but too shy to say anything to him 🥺
anonymously tell me about your crush or someone you like
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you're in the habit of denying yourself things.
if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.
but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?
what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.
and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.
you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.
so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.
it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.
sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.
oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.
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