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#makes my heart ache a bit
uhbasicallyjustmilex · 7 months
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505 live at bbc studios, 2010 (x)
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theswedishpajas · 4 months
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Fun fact: Astarion is fucking TRAUMATIZED AS SHIT
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covenofthearticulate · 4 months
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for the vc character asks! 🥹
🔍 something about the modern era not referenced in the books that you think louis would find upsetting or confusing + why?
💌 a lesser-known quote/passage from canon that you think best describes your favorite character
🔍 I think Louis would be so perplexed by the fidget toy industry LOL this is a man who refuses to tuck his hands into his pockets because he finds it rude and off-putting, like he would be so baffled and upset with all the little cubes and spinners and push toys that are made specifically to fidget with!! but what does it DO?! what do you MEAN this cube serves no practical function?! will you please STOP clicking it at once!
💌 I actually have no clue if this is considered lesser-known because to me, this has always been THEE quintessential Louis quote, but it's from Marius' pov in qotd so I think the loustat girlies tend to sleep on it idk:
"Just a little blood, and Louis might be stronger, true, but then he might lose the human tenderness, the human wisdom that no one could give another; the gift of knowing others' suffering with which Louis had probably been born."
This sentence is just so close to my heart like I think the gift of knowing others' suffering is such a wonderful summation of Louis' spirit. Because I think, at a certain point, the ability to understand human suffering truly is a gift that very few vampires can maintain as they grow older. Sure, they can observe human pain and sympathize with it, but Louis knows this suffering on an innate level, and it's not a hinderance or a weakness, but a gift!!! A GIFT!! Louis was born from sorrow and he feels it like no one else can— he alone possesses a wisdom that no other blood drinker has, and that in itself is so valuable. When the other vampires describe him, they do tend to highlight his humanity and his sensitivity, but I've always admired that it was Marius that first framed it as a gift.
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shikai-the-storyteller · 11 months
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Dude I frickin love Vegetta so much, everyone was like "Vegetta is gonna kill Forever! He'll declare war for what he did!!! >:(((" but that's just not the type of person Vegetta is. He's a chaotic bastard, yes, and he can be unpredictable sometime, but something Vegetta appreciates above all else is honesty and respect.
Forever expressed both to him today, in the lore and outside of it.
Forever didn't have to confess what happened with Leonarda. In fact, Foolish actively discouraged him from telling Vegetta because even he expected Vegetta to react badly, but Forever is, in his heart of hearts, a very kind and honest man, and Vegetta knows that. Even before today's lore, Forever not only reached out to Foolish to apologize, but Vegetta as well. And yet his voice still shook when telling Vegetta about it when in-character
But Vegetta wasn't angry. Vegetta tells Forever he is a good boy, and that they’re all friends. He of course predictably adds: "Once is an accident, but if it happens again: boom boom boom, pow! Destruction!" but then he gifts Forever something in the name of peace, gives him a hug, then kisses him goodbye (something Vegetta only does with friends / people he cares about)
I've talked about it before, but the communication on this server is so good. Everyone's inclined to de-escalate situations, regardless of how serious it is, and they all have so much respect for one another. I really love it.
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fefairys · 7 months
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this post makes me feel the same as when i was watching the truman show in my high school psychology class and there would be a moment that made me feel a deep, aching pain for truman and had me nearly on the verge of tears, and my classmates were laughing because they thought the same moment was hilarious
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hopefuloverfury · 6 months
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may i request something with Elliott? something fluffy, perhaps? I've had a bit of a bad week and need a pick me up, and your hc list for how the bachelors fell in love was so sweet :') I just had his post-marriage heart event and can't stop thinking about it, so maybe something like that? maybe the moment when he comes home?
I’m sorry you had a bad week, anon. I hope this helps cheer you up a bit, even if it’s a little late. And I hope this week is better! I still haven’t married any of the candidates in my (singular) save file because I love all of them and can’t choose. Ugh. Anyway! Elliott is husband material and I love him.
898 words. Kinda short :( GN!Farmer, pure fluff. A planet made out of squishmallows. A field full of grazing sheep. Pillow stuffing fluttering around you after a pillow fight gets too crazy. So. Much. Fluff. Not beta'd or proofread, sorry about that. I hope you enjoy it anyway <3
Elliott closes the front door behind him, nodding in satisfaction when the lock clicks into place quietly. The house is silent, and Elliott carefully toes off his stuffy dress shoes and abandons his suitcase by the door. He’ll unpack in a bit, but right now he has more pressing matters to attend to.
Slipping on his house shoes, he climbs up to the second floor of the farmhouse. Miso meows from the top of the stairs, greeting him with an eager flick of the tail. Elliott smiles fondly at the gray tabby and scratches under his chin for a moment, before straightening up and making his way to the bedroom. 
Impatience nips at his heels as he pushes the door open, and his breath leaves him all at once at the sight before him.
Yellow morning sunlight streams through the windows, bouncing off the white flannel sheets, and the whole room glows, edges blurred like an old polaroid. At the center of the world is the Farmer, curled up in the middle of the bed with their arms held tight around a pillow. 
His throat closes.
His pillow.
He presses the back of his hand, still chilled from the frigid morning air, to his burning face. The things they do to him, truly.
Collecting the scattered pieces of himself from the floor, Elliott shuffles across the room and kneels beside their bed. Affection ripples in his chest like the surface of a pond disturbed by a fallen leaf as he watches them sleep for a few moments, but then it gets to be too much and he’s moving.
He presses a kiss to the top of their head, and squeezes their shoulder in tandem. They grumble in their sleep, and he smiles into their hair. He leans away as they shift a bit, groggily untucking their face from where they’d smushed it into his pillow, and their eyes flutter open.
“Good morning, gorgeous. I’m back,” Elliott whispers, brushing the pad of his thumb over their cheek as they look up at him. They blink a few times, the sun glaring in their eyes, and he smiles softly, endeared by their initial sleepy confusion. 
He clocks the exact moment the realization dawns on them, and suddenly his arms are very, very full.
He chuckles, hugging them tightly as they bury their face into his neck.
“Elliott,” they whisper, tangling their fingers into his hair, and he sighs happily. Their weight against his chest is a welcome pressure. 
“My love.” He rubs his palms up and down their back, refamiliarising himself with the contours of their body. “Ah, I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you too.” Their arms tighten around his shoulders, and he presses a kiss to the side of their head. They pull away, eyes sparkling in the sun. They’re still soft with sleep, a little less alert than usual, and he tightens his grip on their waist. “How was your tour?”
He hums, running the tip of his finger over a loose stitch on the hem of their shirt. “Nothing I didn't already say in my letters. But one drop of the big city and I’m quenched. I much prefer being back here with you.”
He pecks their forehead.
“I really did miss you,” they whisper, cupping his jaw with a calloused palm when he’s settled back. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Elliott shakes his head with a smile. “You know well enough it was the same for me.”
“I do, but—”
The shrill call of the rooster echoes outside, cutting the Farmer off sharply. They frown, a displeased wrinkle appearing between their eyebrows.
Elliott smiles and smooths out the lines on their forehead with gentle fingers. “Don’t be so disappointed, my love. I’m home, but we’ve both got chores to catch up on, hm?”
He makes to pull away, but their arms keep him firmly locked in place. 
“Stay?” They brush a loose strand of hair behind his ear, and tingles shoot down his spine. He nearly shivers. “I already took care of everything.” 
“Of course you did.” He chuckles, petting their side. “But Darling, I must insist. I have to at least feed Miso.”
“All of his bowls are full. I filled them last night, and we can go to the saloon for a late breakfast if you come back to bed with me. When did you get up this morning? Wasn’t your train at four?” Their lips pillow out in a pout, tempting him. Elliott swallows hard. “Please? I almost forgot what sleeping next to you feels like.”
“Well now you’re just playing dirty,” Elliott mutters, reaching to pinch their hips softly. They jerk against him, and the tip of their nose brushes his own. 
“Is it working?” They ask, grinning.
God help him, he is a weak, weak man.
“You know it is, just—let me change.” The farmer hums, smiling like the cat that got the cream as they bring their hands down to grip at the lapels of his suit jacket. He stares at their lips.
“Hurry up then. I wanna cuddle.”
"Yeah." He nods stiffly. “Anything you want.”
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luminousnotmatter · 7 months
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And He’s Yours
b.r.b. for my bee 💗 @bradshawsbaby
Sometimes
Your job
Its days and weeks
Demand and take
Leaving you empty
Tired
And aching to your bones
Your mind and heart
Just as drained
Just as sore.
But when you’re home
And he’s home
He’s yours.
You drop away the day
Purse
Work junk
Other metaphorical baggage
The front door closes
Shuts
Solidly behind you
Closing out the world
Life with its demands
Is unwelcome here.
You’re home
And he’s home
He’s yours.
His frame
Tall
Broad
Strong and safe
Fills the kitchen doorway
Almost to overflowing
Spilling toward you
On his eager steps.
Jet-calloused hands
Reach for you
Arms fold you in
And he’s home
He’s yours.
Some sweet name for you
Sighs from his lips
Over yours
Before they’re his
By right of capture.
No happier prisoner
Is there
In your mouth.
His kiss tastes of tenderness
Of peppermint and sweat
Hints of strawberries.
And he’s home
He’s yours.
The night will go on
All soothing sweetness
Dinner
Wine
The yellow roses on the table.
Your laugh he adores
His curls falling loose.
A soak in the tub
Limbs tangled
Bodies close
Hot and bubbly and unhurried.
Maybe he’ll sing to you
Soft and loving.
And it’s good
Perfect
Just what you need.
But
Your favorite
The best part
Is
Him
And you
That’s Home
You are his
And he is yours.
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skunkes · 6 months
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Im having feelings over my stupid vampire oc
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mmmairon · 11 months
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Your tag about the intersection between grief and homesickness fucked me up ngl. Im dealing with the grief of suddenly losing my father and I never thought of it like that but you're so right that's exactly what it feels like
oh anon :( I am so, so sorry you are going through this. in my own experience, the first few months after unexpectedly losing my own father felt like when you were a little kid at a sleepover you didn’t really want to be at—everyone sleeps soundly but you have this indescribable, aching feeling in your chest of I just want to go home, please let me go home. it’s smothering, more than unbearable, and it doesn’t leave.
this kind of grief makes you feel like a little kid again. but not in a good way. home isn’t really anywhere anymore without the person who made it feel like one.
I hope your grief eases soon. It’s lifelong, but it does get easier, in time.
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"I remember a time when everyone I loved hated me because I hated them. So what, so what, so fucking what. I remember a time when belly buttons were knee high When only shitting was dirty and everything else clean and beautiful. I can't remember anything without a sadness so deep that it hardly becomes known to me. so deep that its tears leave me a spectator of my own STUPIDITY And so I go rambling on with a hey nonny nonny no. How long can one go on writing and writing like you. I now don't really know who I'm writing to or why its quiet [sic] peculiar. I usually write like this and forget about it, but if I post it it's like a little part of my almost secret self in the hands of someone miles away who will wonder what the hell is going on or just pass it off as toilet paper. Anyway I don't care really what happens because when I think about it, its so bloody unimportant – but what is important, who has the right to say that this letter is not important and Jesus is a something anyway – in any way – anyway – Yeah! I wonder what it would be like to be a cretin or something. I bet its great. Er how are you keeping, Stuart old chap. Are you OK – is life good – bad, shite, great – wonderful as it was or is it just a thousand years of nothing, and coalmen on and on and on. I think this is it Goodbye Stu don't write out of – er, what's it? Well, not because you think you ought to. Write when you feel like. So goodbye (from John. You know, the one with glasses) ANYWAY BYE BYE See you soon. I don't know why I said that."
– An unsent letter from John Lennon for Stuart Sutcliffe (1961)
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elegyofthemoon · 1 month
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well. i finished ch 17 of hi3. but at what cost
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#avil plays hi3#tbf majority of me playing through hi3 just looks like This.#yes the acheron trailer made me get up and finish ch 17#i. :(#the fight between kiana and mei was so painful :(#ok also i suck ass in the combat and i was so scared of having to restart#BUT I THINK I HURT MORE THE FACT THAT KIANA JUST REFUSED TO GIVE UP ON MEI#BUT MEIS ALSO DOING THIS BECAUSE SHES TRYING TO SAVE KIANA#AND THEY WERE BOTH FIGHTING TO STOP AND TRY TO SAVE EACH OTHER#MEI YOU SAVED KIANA BUT LIKE..... DONT YOU WANT TO LIVE ALONGSIDE HER.... MEI PLEASE#tbh. the way i was going through ch 17 for hi3.#kiana and mei remind me a lot of oz and gil's relationship back in pandora hearts but#now it makes me want to hit my head on a brick wall because#'wow. i really just gravitate tO THE SAME FUCKING MEDIA EVERY DAMN TIME AVIL STOP IT FFS'#also idk i was thinking about it too#mei tried earlier to use the herrschers powers to try and protect kiana but it wasnt enough. she failed that time#and with no other option to save her she just HAD to and it makes me HURT that this was her only option#IN HER HEAD. I BELIEVE IN YOU MEI I THINK THERE COULDVE BEEN ANOTHER OPTION HERE (IDK WHAT BUT I AM SOBBING)#sprawls on the ground#at least i can have an emotional break for a little bit.... hsr update so i can chill w that#and then when i finish catching up w that. then i go back to being hi3's punching bag#can i get off this train now? why'd i sign myself up for this (welt yang doomed me and then i got fucked over by everything else)#idk also the way that both mei AND kiana resorted to using their herrscher powers to stop the other. two stubborn people....#but its done because they just... they just care so much and want to save the other#okay yeah we did beat each other up about it bUT STILL#MEI I BELIEVE IN YOU YOU CAN TURN THIS AROUND 😭😭😭😭😭#anyways. glad i did. i have the worst stomach ache rn so i was Going through it#but my brain hit a reset so i feel normal now. save for the crying
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silenthillbunni · 6 months
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(genderfluid) masc gendered caregiver
gender inclusive regressor
hi baby, you asked for me? oh honey of course you can ask me for help, what can i do for you my little noble? hm that’s quite the task to do all on your own, papa’s so proud of you for asking for help to do it! we’ve got this love, together we make quite the unstoppable duo don’t you think? alright let’s see…. such a good job baby i’m so proud of you! you’re doing so well love, look at all the progress we’ve made! thank you for letting me help you honey, you’re so very strong and papa loves you so very much.
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justabunchofdragons · 3 months
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ohhh. [realising the permanence of the past]
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Just finished "Slay the Princess"...
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beesinspades · 3 months
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very happy to be a little over two months on T but boi despite no changes the hormonal mess it's causing has been taking me on a RIDE and next time is my first shot by myself i totally expect to either chicken out or suck it up and feel sick af afterwards
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