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ramonahatesromance · 8 months
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Intruder fantasy but jfc let me put my laundry away first I can’t have you knowing I live like this
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eddiessidegirl · 2 years
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🎀Caregiver!Eddie💕(18+ minors DNI)
My personal moodboard
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pupil-of-law · 11 months
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@mettleborn
He heard his name, with almost preternatural acuity, from across two rooms. And he recognised the man who had spoken it at once, but only from the description in the gossip-columns.
Dorian used to idolise men like Cavendish’s London persona, who pushed themselves to the point of catastrophe with sin and sex and warlike politics. Now he had grown to prefer those more like the man before him appeared to be; whom no amount of sin or unhappiness could excite. Those men who evoked ice-covered volcanoes. Who looked at everyone else at these louche, scandalous parties with nothing more emphatic than a kind of stoic gratitude: as if, by exhibiting their hysterias, they had saved him the shame of his.
Cavendish was standing just beyond the most densely peopled, and thus well-camoflagued part of the room; dressed as if he didn’t want people to be able to tell whether he was a Duke or a coachman. This might have fooled Dorian once, but he was no longer a naïf, however much he looked the part. He walked, spoke and thought more like Satan in his adolescence than an angel in its manhood. And he knew to stay in the shadows when ambitious men like this turned up asking after him.
But now the man was speaking to Henry, the lamplight casting flickering shadows on his handsome face and darkening the blueish-brown smoke tangles of his hair. Dorian heard his surname this time. A flash of premonition, not quite quick enough, and those dark eyes were on him from across the dance floor. And Dorian could see it now. The face of a man with potent rumours coursing through his blood. Rumours of what was the question. But a question Dorian did not intend to find out the answer to tonight. There was something too hungry about that man. Dorian had doomed himself for vanity. William Cavendish was not innocent nor stupid enough for such a benign motive. He slipped away behind a colonnade, followed its course, somewhere passing a statue of Henry’s ancestor, somewhere hearing faint footfall like the distant advance of an army on the march. He began to hasten, and came out again in another room full of people. The footfall ceased. 
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avonne-writes · 1 year
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I feel extremely depressed today, does anyone have sweet, fluffy or hurt/comfort lucemond headcanons?
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alwida10 · 10 months
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Ok, I know i shouldn’t let myself be baited into arguments. Hrrnng.
After cooling down for two years searching for exchange and considering alternative points of views, I see how Sylvie can be a compelling character. And even from the beginning I agreed that she would have probably been much more compelling to me if she had gotten more screen time, highlighting her past.
All good.
But sometimes I come across posts that say basically Loki would be better seen as a jealous, petty, dude who just don’t consider anyone but himself, gives a shit for victims of his actions etc. One time someone even gave me a list of his crimes, including genocide, slavery, human trafficking, espionage, torture, betrayal of everyone he ever knew (the guy’s time management skills must be amazing) and some other points I don’t remember anymore, partly because of redundancy.
And I mean, I get how villains can be compelling characters, I do. And yeah, knowing their past can sometimes put things into context, yet it will never justify their actions. (I just watched the dungeons and dragons movie and the red magician is such a cool character! She is beyond redemption and doesn’t have a good hair on her, but yeah, good character design!)
So, if you like Sylvie or Mobius, why (WHY!!) would you want them to be together with such a dick? And a clown, talking from Sylvie’s perspective (and she’s right). Like, don’t you want your fav to be with someone who is nice? Who’s redeemable at the very least? Because someone who attempted to murder their own family without caring the tiniest bit and succeeded killing his mother doesn’t really seem to be a good match for a partner?Such an abusive man who cared only for himself for 1.5 millennia might show a bit of care in the beginning of a relationship, as long the victim isn’t attached properly. But when the victim is emotionally attached? The abuser will simply go back to torturing them. (I recommend the book “why does he do that?” It’s educational and will help you to realize how an healthy relationship looks like. Which seems like an easy thing, but trust me - it isn’t when emotional manipulation takes part). Like, if you really think interpreting Loki like that, I cannot imagine how you think your fav could be happy around them. People can change, but especially narcissism is so hard to overcome it certainly won’t disappear within days. Not after 1.5 millennia of using everyone and everything to their own benefit. That guy is a monster and even if (and that’s a big IF) he should change his behavior his past crimes are unforgivable and the best he could achieve is a heroic sacrifice for the real heroes.
Man, i really prefer giving him the benefit of the doubt, keeping in mind he was abducted as a child, raised by a racist and imperialist and made decisions in emotional turmoil without considering or seeing all the consequences. Do I consider him jealous? Sure. I’m jealous of people who are rich without having done anything for it. Do I consider him petty? No. Because I keep in mind how Goffrey (GoT) would have acted in a similar situation. Do I consider his pain being justified? Yes. Do I think he loved his family? Yeah, because why else would he have spared odin’s life twice and rescued Jane? Do I think he supported Thanos willingly? Just as willingly as gamora and nebula did. Do I think he never did anything wrong? No, attempted genocide is horrible, murdering a ruler of a nation at war is -while not criminal- not a good thing when you want piece without people dying. But sabotaging the coronation (if he really tried to voice his concerns before and wasn’t listened to) was a desperate act of loyalty. And that’s what matters.
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limeadeislife · 1 year
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Does any of us really come upon these little love languages intuitively or do we learn them from other people, or from media?
Sometimes I feel like I'm broken in some way that means I can't really love others, I can only imitate that beautiful emotion that is so often portrayed as the mark of a truly good person
But other, less frequent times, I feel this overwhelming gratitude for someone and a desire for them to experience the happiness they deserve. I guess this is love?
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kursed-curtain · 1 year
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Taking bday art request 👀 I wanna post stuff on my birthday (tomorrow)
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ace-in-intarsia · 1 year
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Full disclosure, I am at a bit of loss as to what to do with this official statement. Not only does it feel unneeded, but it also feels like an aggressive effort to set the record straight (every possible pun intended).
The previous statement on the respect for marriage act put out by the mormon church was interpreted as a support, albeit conditional and very lukewarm, regarding the importance of perseving same-sex marriage in the US. And many of us applauded the church for being so barely progressive (especially when a little over 10 years ago, they were actively telling members to politically oppose same-sex marriage in California).
But now this--a clarification--a reminder about how "resonable" the church is for not supporting same-sex marriage. How respect is needed for the church's beliefs. And how protection is needed to preserve their tax-exemption status. And what a historic moment it is--the church can maintain it's status quo.
But who cares? I should have seen this coming. I was the fool for being impressed with a minimal effort at what was ultimately virtue signaling. I was the fool for being surprised by how far the church, as an institution had come.
So next time a seemingly positive something is released by the church regarding LGBTQ+ people, I'll keep my skepticism and I'll preserve my righteous disinterest--and most of all I'll wait for the second, clarifying, statement.
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gigantomachy1916 · 1 year
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Whats up?
Caregiver burnout I think, trying to support someone with worse mental health issues than me and it's weighing me down cause it's been like years and it just never gets better
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vinschalamet · 2 years
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have said previously i am unsure if i want to continue here or how to go about interacting with people once again when i feel disconnected and awkward.
so maybe a little explanation on my absence not that i owe anyone it.
the amount of negative and hateful asks were taking a toll on me, it’s all fun and games that i can delete them but they’re still being said you know? my own safe was consistently invaded for quite some time and it was so underwhelming — remember we are people with feelings as well behind our blogs.
i like to keep my space a safe and positive space but i have spoken about it before i myself suffer with mental health issues what people don’t know is i suffer from crippling anxiety and panic attacks among other issues. i am in a space where i am able to deal with them most days and have come a long way with my mental health.
my birthday is a highly triggering time for me and i often find it hard to deal with my trauma surrounding it. hence why i kinda fell into a hole surrounding that time.
i went away last weekend interstate for a number of days and did a trip i’ve been dreaming about for years and i’m proud of myself for doing that.
also this is me trying to be open or try and be open as i feel like sharing my feelings is a huge step so others can reach out and not feel alone as well idk if that makes sense i am writing this at 1am bare with me
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chenfordlove · 1 year
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I really feel like I missed my shot. I was depressed and suicidal for my prime dating years. Now I work 8 billion hours a week, have no time to meet people organically in person, and there’s always a chance my bumble match might stab me 60 times if we meet in person. I want to be okay with being alone. I do. Honestly I’ve probably gotten too good at it to where if I ever found someone, I’m going to be too independent for them.
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rubytotherebellion · 2 years
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So very tired and depressed over people passing judgment on other’s art or preferences. Can we just be kind? Is it so hard to walk away from conflict, especially involving fantasy worlds and characters? Like would I walk up to a stranger whose smoking a cigarette and say, “I think you’re an awful person because you smoke?” That’s their own body, mind, thoughts. Maybe it’s how they cope with things you don’t know the first thing about. I would never judge someone’s preferences, or condemn them for being different from me. Agree to disagree and move on. Petty shit. Petty.
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semperlitluv · 2 years
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Midsummer has passed and the sun sinks to bed earlier each night
I find that I cannot sleep without her presence
Midnight is met by a lamp, a candle, the light left on in the bathroom
The moon makes me long for things I don’t understand
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imaqueerpolarbear · 2 years
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with the influx of twitter users i wonder if i should try to make my own home made shit posts. okay here goes.
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miracle-crown · 7 months
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life fuckin sucks rn honestly.
maybe if i learn to code or something i can do that for money instead of having to waste my time hoping things will magically get better for me. maybe i can be good at that.
maybe then life will feel worth it.
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carissime · 6 months
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Literally no thoughts just Gojo after your wedding carrying you over the threshold of your hotel room. You’re not leaving for your honeymoon until the morning but he nearly trips on the doorframe in his haste.
“You really don’t need to carry me—”
“But it’s tradition, we need to consummate the marriage!” he insists. Within seconds his lips are against yours and he’s fumbling with the light switch, and you finally swat his hand away and just beg him to take you to the bed.
He works the zipper of your dress down, part of him sad that he’s not going to see you in this gorgeous gown again, but then it reveals your white lace lingerie and the groan he lets out is broken and guttural and desperate.
This is far from the first time he’s seen you like this, but there’s something about this moment here and now that makes it so much more intense, so much more intimate and he just never wants to let you go.
“Satoru,” you whisper, and his breath hitches.
He leans down to capture your lips in a kiss. “Shh, I know. Just lemme take care of you, like I promised.”
And when he sees the gold band on his fourth finger pressing into the skin of your hips as he sheaths himself inside of you, he nearly loses himself, sending up a prayer to whatever gods are listening that he can keep his promise to keep you safe and happy forever.
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