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galatially · 2 years
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❝𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐞❞
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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 / 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 x 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 —1.9K
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — even with distance between us, my love burns bright; say you feel the same
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+, strong language, fluff, ANGST DEAR GOD THE ANGST, me pining over Two Idiots™ i made
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — i’d almost forgotten that this was sitting in my drafts and thought, “let’s give my girls a proper send off.” so, i hope y’all enjoy these two and, who knows, we might see them again
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“How long are you planning on hiding out at my place?”
You looked at your best friend, Tameka, from over your shoulder. She wore a smug smile on her lips and one of her hands was perched on her hip. 
“I’m not hiding,” you muttered. “I’m just giving Wanda space.”
“Space she didn’t ask for or know that she needed.”
You threw her a dirty look. “Fine, I’m giving myself space from her. Am I overstaying my welcome? Is that why you’re doing this?”
Tameka rolled her eyes and moved to sit beside you on the couch. She wrapped an arm around your shoulders and guided your head to the curve of her neck. “You know that you’re welcome to squat here for as long as you need.”
“Thanks,” you deadpanned. 
“You know what I mean,” she said, rolling her eyes. “When’s the last time you talked to her?”
“Not since I left.” You let out a huff. “I don’t know what to do, Tam.”
She moved to sit in front of you, her legs crossed and a smile curling at the side of her mouth. “Tell me what happened.”
You recounted that night’s events, your face heating up when Tameka arched a brow at your hasty departure.
“You can’t think for other people, Y/N. You know that, right?”
You narrowed your eyes at her. “I wasn’t thinking for her.”
“You had an entire scenario made up in your head and, instead of voicing your concerns, you showed up on my doorstep at half past midnight on a Tuesday,” Tameka said drily. “That’s not thinking ahead of someone to you?”
“I — okay, so maybe I did.” You groaned and leaned back into her throw pillows. “She must think I’m fucking crazy.”
“I think you’re both idiots.”
“That doesn’t help me.”
Tameka chuckled. “You really love her, don’t you?”
How envious you were that she could say the words so easily. Six months it took you when you could finally verbalize the tightness of your skin and the pounding of your heart when the heroine was around. How the smell of her favorite perfume — jasmine and sandalwood — sunk into every surface of your bed and lulled you to sleep every night. It happened so subtly you often wondered if you were just that person: the one that falls too fast and loves too hard. You’d never been that way with past partners and it unnerved you. The dark-haired beauty unnerved you. 
You put your face in your hands. “I’m fucked.”
“No, you’re not. Dial down the dramatics for a second.” Tameka moved your hands from your face. “There’s nothing wrong with loving someone and wanting to be loved back.”
“What if she doesn’t? Love me back?”
She took you in her arms again, her vanilla perfume calming you some. “Then you can stay with me forever.”
“You’re getting married to Noel in six months, Tam,” you said, smiling. 
“Then, bitch, we’re marrying Noel. We’ll have matching dresses and everything.”
You laughed. If there was one thing Tameka Harland knew how to do and do well, it was putting a smile on your face. “I should probably call her, right?”
Tameka held her hands up. “I’m not telling you what to do, but it wouldn’t hurt.”
“Can we watch an episode of Haikyu!! first? I need the serotonin.”
She gave you a wide smile, her hand reaching for the remote. 
“Fuck yeah, we can.” 
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You’d lived in this building in Brooklyn for five years. 
You’d happened upon it your sophomore year of college, desperate to be rid of nosy RAs and catty roommates. Its brick and mortar was weathered and almost blended into the other buildings surrounding it. Had it not been for an elderly woman — Mrs. Jacoby from 316A — asking you to help her with her groceries, you’d have missed it entirely. 
It’d seen many pair of legs enter and leave the threshold of your apartment, had stood warm and comforting as you cried yourself to sleep over a rare few of those legs. It felt its warmest once Wanda came into your life. She was like a breath of fresh air for its muted beige walls and brought her light to share with it. When you’d called earlier, she said that she’d been staying over. Waiting for you. 
That little voice in the back of your head, that fear, crept up your spine again; was she waiting for you to break it off in person? Did this half a year mean everything to you and little to her?
“Y/N?”
You looked up. Wanda was dressed in one of your old T-shirts you swiped from your dad back in college, fitting as loosely as it did on you. You must’ve looked pathetic sitting outside of your apartment like a sullen child. 
Her dark brows dipped in confusion.“Have you been sitting out here this whole time?” 
“Not the whole time,” you wrung your hands together, “I was sitting in the parking lot an hour ago.” 
“Could you come inside, please? Talk to me.”
You pushed yourself onto your feet and walked into your apartment. Your eyes scanned the living room as you toed out of your shoes. Nothing had seemed different in the six days since you’d last been here. The room still smelled of bergamot, your couch cushions were in place save for the blanket thrown across the back. You smiled seeing that she’d tended to your plants in your absence. 
“What happened, Y/N? You’ve never just stormed off like that before,” Wanda said, pulling you from your thoughts, “I called your job, three of your coworkers. I had to call Tam and ask if you were there.” Her green eyes swam behind the cresting tears. “I was fucking worried.”
“‘M sorry.”
“No, I need more than that. One minute, you were fine. We were fine. Then I asked about dinner and you — ”
“What are we?”
She stopped. “What?”
You motioned between the two of you, your eyes locked with hers. “When we started, it was just sex — simple, easy, uncomplicated sex. And I’m fine with that, I am. But now we float between each other’s places and I’ve met your brother and you’ve met Tam and everything’s confusing.” 
Wanda’s brows met, her green eyes confused. “I don’t understand.”
“Do you like me? Or do you just like fucking me sometimes?” 
“Y/N — ”
“No, no, you don’t have to say anything, really. I’m just…I like you. A lot. I think I have for a while but kept it back because neither of us ever said what this was.” You looked to your feet.  “And I get that, y’know? I’ve been off lately and, I don’t know, maybe I’m projecting or whatever Tam said. I just — I can’t keep pretending that I’m okay when I’m not, Wanda. You have keys to my fucking apartment, y’know? That would imply seriousness.”
She came towards you. “Y/N — ”
You shook your head. “I’m making sense, right? I feel like I’m just rambling and confusing you and — ”
“Y/N, stop.” Wanda took hold of both your hands, a soft smile on her face. “It’s okay.”
You made a noise in the back of your throat. “Is it?”
Wanda brought one of your hands up to her lips. “I’m not letting you leave anytime soon.”
“And when you leave me?”
She let out a surprised breath as she cupped your cheek. “I’d never. Do you think I just halfway move in with every pretty brown-eyed girl that I meet in bars?”
“I mean, have you seen you?”
Her green eyes leveled you. “Do you remember the night we met?”
“I got stood up by some asshole and you just so happened to be sitting at the bar witnessing my embarrassment.”
Wanda shook her head, chuckling. “I swear, for you bring so brilliant, your attention to detail is shit. I was taking myself out on a date after a particularly hard week. I’d probably been there an hour, hour and a half, when I saw you. You were beautiful; dressed in that velvet brown dress that you wore for my birthday dinner and your hair was down and haloed around your face. I don’t think I’ve ever been wanted to know someone so much before. When you looked at me suddenly, I fucking lost it. I think I nodded and gave you a derpy smile or something.”
“Your smile wasn’t derpy,” you argued, “It made me lose my shit.”
“Yeah, right.” Her green eyes locked with yours. “Why did you stay away? I was so worried.”
“Because I was scared? I don’t know…I just — I’ve never done half of what I’ve been doing with you these past few months. I’m not used to falling into relationships this easy. And especially not with a hot superhero.”
“You think I’m hot?” she asked, a teasing glint in her eyes. 
You rolled your eyes. “I’m being serious. I’m fucking terrified every day that I’m going to wake up and every trace of you will be gone. Like I imagined the last six months and I don’t know if I can handle that.”
She rested her forehead against yours, one of her hands curving around the back of your neck. Her lips met yours in a kiss that wasn’t quite a kiss yet. It took you ten seconds too long before you realized she was asking for permission. 
You kissed her back with everything you had: your love, your fears, offered every part of yourself that she’d accept. 
“I can’t believe you think I’d ever leave you,” she said against your lips. 
You pulled back. “What is Atlas without the world on his shoulders?”
“Huh?”
“Atlas without the world on his shoulders is just a man. That’s me without you.” You put a hand to her cheek. “I’m alarmingly and permanently in love with you, Wanda Maximoff. I love your eyes, your snort when you laugh really hard.” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I love that your middle name is Django and the Transian lullabies you sing to me at night. Even if one day you decide that I’m not what you want, I will still love you.”
She kissed you — salty and hard — and, suddenly, your mind’s eye exploded with images of the two of you: your first date, the first night Wanda stayed over. You first kiss. She was in your head, giving her perspective with her reality-bending chaos magic. 
Through her eyes, a warm light haloed around you, colored you with wonder and affection that made your heart flutter and your lungs seize. She loved you — wholly and purely loved you. 
She pulled back, her smile the brightest you’d ever seen it. “I have loved you since the first time I saw you. There is never a moment of my day that I’m not thinking of you or wanting to see you. No one will ever love you as much as I will.” 
You brushed a few stray curls from her face. “We’re two lovestruck idiots, huh?”
“Each other’s lovestruck idiots.”
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𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — no because the brain rot that these two gave me was something fierce (also part of the reason why i stopped writing take me away lol) and i could barely focus until i got their story down. what can i say? angst is my lifeblood. but good god, do i love these babies
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knifearo · 6 months
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being aromantic is like. hey btw you're going to live a life that is the culmination of most of society's worst nightmares. sorry lol ✌️ but then you turn around and take a really good hard look at it and it turns out that living in that nightmare is fucking awesome and you get to wake up every day and take that fear that other people have and laugh and hold it close until it's a great joy for you instead. and being happy is a radical act that you define instead of someone else. and you're sexy as fuck that's just a fact of life i don't make the rules on that one
#aromantic people are just sexy i'm not making the decisions here it's just facts#course ur hot as fuck. it came free with the aromanticism#being sexy is just default settings for aromantic people 👍#hope this all helps. anyway i'm on my 'i hope i die alone <3 i can't wait to die alone <3' kick rn#i think the existential fear that people have of Not Partnering specifically is so. well.#obviously that shit is strong and it is SO awesome to be free of it.#realizing you're aro and you don't Want a partner can be such a hit to the solar plexus#cause society says that's the only thing that'll make you happy. so either you go without that thing or you force yourself#into doing something you don't want which would make you unhappy anyway.#so you think it's a lose lose situation and you have to come to terms with what amatonormativity presents as the worst possible situation#but then! whoa! turns out personhood is inherently valuable in and of itself and romantic partnering is just a construct!#and that nightmare is now your life to do with as you please... define as you will... structure as you want...#best case scenario. is what i'm saying.#every day i wake up ready to spit all that amatonormative rhetoric back in life's teeth by being alone and being happy#and it's so fucking satisfying. every day.#fucking JUBILANT being by myself. and i love being a living breathing 'fuck you' to the romantic system#you need a partner to be happy? oh that's sooo fucking crazy guess i'll go be miserable then. in my perfect fucking dream life lmao#yeah obviously it's the worst possible outcome on earth to die without a partner. so terrible. can't wait for it :)#aromantic#aromanticism#aro positivity#aroace#arospec#sorry to bitches who are sad about not having a partner. i could not give a fuck though get better soon#you couldn't EVER pay me enough to go back to a mindset in which my inherent value wasn't enough by myself.#FUCK that shit. absolutely miserable and a bad life outlook in general. like genuinely do the work w/ amatonormativity and get better#life is something that can be so fulfilling whether someone wants to kiss you or whatever or not#i'm on antidepressants and i have people i care deeply about. what the fuck would i need a partner for lmao
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willowser · 18 days
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i think if you and bakugou were together somehow, for whatever reason, in his final moments out there on the battlefield, he wouldn't lie to you.
if he was lying in the dirt and torn and smeared and pieces of him were missing, i think he'd grab you by the front of your shirt, as best as he could, and he'd know he was dying and he'd say,
"it's g-gonna be hard, but you'll make it,"
and you wouldn't be able to breathe or feel anything beyond the heavy numbness of your face and the impossibility in your stomach at what you're having to see, what you're having to hear. you wouldn't be able to speak or scream because you'd be crying too hard, pushing down on the holes in his body, because that's what you're supposed to do, right? only you don't have enough hands and—
you've never seen him so sad, with his own tears making tracks in the grime and blood on his face, his eyebrows twisted in a multitude of agony—but he would still grip your shirt and he still wouldn't lie and he would still tell you, "i know i-it's gonna be hard, but you'll fuckin' m-make it, okay?"
and you don't have the voice to argue with him, and you wouldn't have the time, either, because through the rage and war that's happening around you, only one hero would make it through to you in time, and he would know exactly what katsuki would want, in his final moments.
and you would be torn away, to a cold and devastating safety.
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puppyeared · 5 months
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copypastus · 5 months
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Nothing gave me more whiplash IN MY LIFE than going from acowar to acofas.
Remember when Feyre closed the chapter on her relationship with Tamlin and wished him well? Coz the Inner Circle sure keeps forgetting.
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jeeaark · 4 months
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Pls tell Greygold I love them and would die for them if asked
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Greygold don't want anybody to self-sacrifice for any reason pretty please and thank you <:'D
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blackkatdraws2 · 18 days
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I have a lot of leftover drawings in my gallery. [Blank Scripts AU]
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[Content Warning: Images below contain Gore, Death, and Disturbing/Uncomfortable Imagery]
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I find it a bit cute knowing they start out as crazy and then slowly settle into something calmer and relatively healthier after learning to adapt to each other's lust-turned-love. [Stanley did it first but hey :3]
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carlos55inz · 4 months
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we need to have the conversation of how charles fans treat his teammates without falling into the accusatory zone that we want to harm charles by having this conversation.
i mean charles no harm, but it is something that is getting extremely out of hand and it needs to be talked about. some charles fans have gotten too freely with being cruel to others drivers.
people used to call sebastian vettel a CORPSE. yes, scuderia ferrari screwed him. yes, everyone loves sebastian vettel again NOW (because he is far away from it and free from this hell) but back in 19/20? charles fans, mainly on twitter, made his life miserable. he couldn’t win. he couldn’t make anyone happy. if he won, he was taking something from charles that belonged to charles rightfully. it he lost, he was old and bad and should retire already and this sport wasn’t for him. he wasn’t a team player. he didn’t care about ferrari. he wanted to screw charles over.
if you just got here, if carlos is your first experience of how charles’ teammates are treated, let me tell you. everything that is being said about carlos has already been said about sebastian. and it is crazy for some people to understand that because everyone loves sebastian again, so you can’t even imagine what he went throught.
and i’m sorry for generalizing all of charles fans, im a charles fan, but it is something we need to stop and look at and talk about. how long will we let it go. how long until it starts to happen to lewis hamilton, of all people. how long until they dismiss his victories and say he is old and should give up of this sport so charles can win.
and you know one of the worst part? charles loves to race. every time he had to fight for it, he loved it. when he and carlos race in that track, he comes out with a big smile and talking about how he loves to race carlos. how this is real racing. he loves to fight for it. to prove himself. to have to sweat for it.
all while his fans try to make everyone just bow down their heads and give him things in a plate, already chewed and easy to get. as if he would like that. as if he can’t prove himself worth otherwise. as if he isn’t good enough to fight for it.
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lazylittledragon · 1 year
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i'm going to scream i got accused of being a transmisogynist by someone on twitter because of this specific part of my t4t steddie art
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beanghostprincess · 3 months
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Luffy not knowing about Zoro promising Sanji to kill him if he ever ends up losing himself makes me go feral because that's something they can only know about. Because Zoro's respect for life and death goes beyond anything, and Sanji knows he understands. Sanji knows that if somebody has to kill him, it's him.
And I don't even think it's because Sanji assumes Zoro's opinion of him is hatred and it would hurt less for him to do this, but because Sanji knows only Zoro would be able to treat the promise as it is. Because he would put Sanji's wishes before any feelings he has for him. It's not that Zoro doesn't care, but I think he respects people's ideals and decisions to the extent of being able to kill Sanji if he so desires.
That being said, he'd do it if there's no other way to fix it. If it's either dying or living as an emotionless machine, which is the same as dying for Sanji, Zoro would fulfill his promise. And there is just... Something about Luffy not knowing. Their captain. The man they're devoted to the most as if he were their God. Luffy doesn't know. It's something only the captain's wings are aware of and the thought of these two keeping this from Luffy until the end is just insane. Not even trying to make it romantic here, but the bond and respect these two have for each other is crazy.
Maybe it's the poetry of it all, too. Somebody like Zoro, who has looked at Death in her face multiple times and said "no", ending Sanji's life, who wants to give in to death to not experience a fate worse than death for him.
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gideonisms · 4 months
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eowyn should have been a lesbian. Eowyn/faramir is like, fine, but it misses the point of eowyn for all baby dyke eowyn stans which is not that she longs for glory in battle and doesn't realize war is ugly and brutal, but that she's caught between two awful options and she doesn't want to be given one based on her gender. She's not in love with aragorn, she envies him because she finds the tasks he has in life more preferable and she hero worships him. Is this the point Tolkien was trying to make? Well, no,
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bibxrbie · 2 months
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It is so difficult loving Luke Skywalker and being Jedi positive.
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ufolvr · 5 months
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Kieran: um... Uh... Do you. Um. Do you want to start over and be friends again 🥺???
Me: oh honey dear... I never stopped being your friend
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bakubowwow · 3 months
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I love the detail of the text on his phone he actually asked his girlfriend about it so that SSMY could partake in the tradition 🥹
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doverstar · 2 months
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actually I love Tentoo and he is the Doctor and it was the only ending for Rose that worked and it is a huge gift to be able to have the man she loves grow old with her, they were always heading for that, y'all be quiet. I 100% understand the angst but it's okay, they're okay, good ending-
#did you want her to...not end up with the doctor?#she ended up with the doctor. she ended up with the doctor and they get to AGE together#they get to have a real honest relationship the way they both always genuinely wanted#it's hard that the full time lord version has to carry on without her but that is the way that character's story ALWAYS goes#the doctor does not get to keep ANYONE. it would be a different show if he did#meanwhile there is a version of that same face of his - the one that was MADE for love? particularly born out of love for ROSE? the one 1/2#2/2 that always wanted a FAMILY? and stability? and a normal life? the tenth doctor longed for that specifically because of rose#now he gets to have it AND be part-human so he doesn't have to watch her get old. he gets old WITH HER#and they're canonically growing their own Tardis so you don't even have to be sad that they're not adventuring in time and space as usual#because they ARE. it's the kindest ending for either character. and if the full time lord hadn't left without either of them-#-he would have had to lose them eventually. lose Rose because she's human? hello? painful? but instead he was selfless and left her-#-with a proper happy ending. which she CHOSE to have so you can't be like “he tricked her!” she chose to kiss one of them and it was Tentoo#they are the same man. Rose won in this scenario.#and I GET IT I am with Billie Piper I think it will always feel a little off that she was left with Tentoo and not the full time lord#I understand. it still makes me a little sad. but I know it's a good ending writing-wise. really the ONLY ending.#yes I know about the popular idea of Immortal!Rose or Bad Wolf Rose or whatever and that's cute and all BUT - it's not a GOOD thing#it's not PREFERABLE to be immortal. Rose doesn't want to live forever. she wants to be with the man she LOVES forever.#she doesn't want to not die or adventure for all time. she wants to be there to hold his hand. and when Tentoo is born she gets THAT!#Immortal!Rose is tragic. the Doctor would not wish the burden of immortality on the woman he loves HELLO#anyway#I ship timepetals. that includes Tentoo/Rose. because he is the doctor#so there#I have more thoughts on Tentoo specifically but I digress#maybe if provoked in an Ask or something idk#doctorrose#timepetals#opinion piece#tenrose#tentoo#handy
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geryone · 11 months
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cooking a meal is both a fun treat & also the most stressful part of my day
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