#A New Relationship

[heintzmagic]

A New Relationship

Eric Heintz

Timing is perfect - predetermined reality sinks in The waves of astroparticles swirl Romance enters the stage

Flowers bloom into a radiant glow - natural beauty A brilliant light shines forth A pathway of interdependence forms Falling in love A new relationship A new relationship

United in a new bond - holding hands The limitless possibilities of union spawn Gifts of intimacy begin

Ties have sprung forth responsibility - feelings must be expressed The chains of being alone have faded away The art of love has started Falling in love A new relationship A new relationship

Love is at hand

[angelyoungss]

Can I be your personal cum dump ??

[inkskinned]

having good & true friends will literally save and protect you in a million unfathomable ways. like okay we have written so many times about lovers. but the way a platonic friend laughs and cries with you. the way they hold your hand at 14 years old and at 34. the way they keep a little silver tie to you, touching base over and over and over. how you can go years without talking, only to re-meet and discover: oh shit! you're still cool!

there are people who have been in my life for more than half of it, and i have loved every version of them. do you know how fucking beautiful that is. yeah love will save the world. but the way friends love you is gonna save the you.

[chappellrroan]

people who are complaining about chappell setting boundaries and asking for privacy with "she's not ready to be a pop girlie yet" make me so mad. why does she have to tolerate harrasment and stalking to be a pop girlie? why is your definition for a pop girlie of someone whose private life is all out in open for you to dissect? why should you have access to her family? why should she be someone who has to nod, smile and say yes to whatever you want fuck off maybe

[beif0ngs]

I feel like you and I got off on the wrong arm.

“They’re a weird, twisted family. Jinx is the daughter, and Sevika’s the weird aunt? They’re a weird unit, and there’s obviously a lot of jealousy and competition. But I do think that they have more in common than they have differences. That’s actually a really exciting relationship to come out of the second season.” — Ella Purnell (voice actor of Jinx)

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

i vote that next year instead of reading Dracula we do a Jeeves & Wooster Book Club. those two never got the rabid tumblr shipping fandom they deserved (disqualified for the sheer technicality of being published a century too soon). we must correct this injustice

[pjharvey-moved]

i found out recently that the guy who invented love languages was a sexist conservative who basically did it so he could tell his wife "see, your love language is acts of service so you can keep doing all the dishes, and my love language is physical touch so i just show love by having sex with you" men are lame as fuck!!!

[duckysprouts]

big brother part 1

[just-some-user-hunny]

Nikto is chopping wood when it hits you. You're watching from your back porch door, a porcelain mug of hot chocolate cradled in your warm palms.

It's cold- far too cold for Nikto to be chopping wood in your garden right now. A thick layer of frost blanketing everything in sight- in which he had scraped your car for you earlier this morning whilst you were still in bed. He's still in his sleeping clothes; his thin black shirt that stuck to his body in a thick sleeve or fabric, and those baggy grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He's still refused to let you stitch the hemming- which is frayed and worn. Insisting that it is no use fixing it. There's no fixing it, llubov. I'll let it fray and throw it later. No use.

It was certainly a sight. He had drunk his tea down quickly once he noticed your shivering shoulders. Wrapped you up in that fluffy cream nightgown of yours, and set out to fill the fireplace. A silent promise to keep you warm. To provide. He had shot you a stern look at the sight of you lingering in the doorway- your pyjamas shorts and lack of slippers irking him. You wanted to roll your eyes at him. Used to his picking. You are a little warm soft thing. You need to stay warm.

"you're acting like a husband". You quip softly. Playfully, that smile that could warm butter on your pretty lips. "Do you want to be my husband, Andre?".

"yes".

Nikto's sincere raspy voice is sincere as he answers immediately- stunning you into silence. Glancing up at you to fix you an intense stare as he split the log with his hands. Something soft and eager in his eyes. Apprehensive on his own behalf, but filled with longing.

"you'll always be warm". He vows. Eyes filled with something- devotion. So tremendous, that it rattles you to the bone. His eyes meet yours, and you're not sure you can look away. Can't find your hands to sever the line. Pinning you down. He makes the first move- leaving the axe by the tree stump, shoes crunching in the glittering frosted grass. Approaching you like a weary hound.

"then in that case, may I mend these then?". You mumble. Now shy, your heart quivering at the intensity in his face. His hand meets yours as it brushes over the frayed hem of his sweatpants- a warm, halting hold. An unsure pause, you think... Before his shoulders relax a little, and his fingers wiggle softly between yours to melt into an embrace of hands. A gesture so sweet, so unsure and new to him, it was his turn to fluster. Feline eyes wandering from your eyes to your fingers clasped with his.

"yes. I... Let's try".

[bunnieswithknives]

In which Dev finally talks about what happened to Peri :3

part (1/2): next

[accioepiphany]

The bear trying to gaslight me into believing Claire and Carmy’s relationship was all sunshine by putting some never seen before flashbacks where he is suddenly smiling all the time… when the only thing we see season 2 is him miserable and worried and bathed in blue light everytime he is with or thinks about Claire, to the point he even had a panic attack about it????

[cuckedbyannak]

Just keep jerking that oversized limp clit around

[fanaticalthings]

Jason being the easiest kid is super funny. Bruce looking at Jason and remembering Dick at 18: “we can work through this. He’ll come around if I don’t give up on.”

Bruce, watching over a freshly street-snatched Jason: Why is he so calm

Having Dick as the rambunctious, feral, and unhinged first child must've given him SO much whiplash once Jason entered the picture. Lil guy just vibed in his own world. Just reading books and doing schoolwork. Baby Jason hurt nobody.

Bruce will just be going over the ground rules of the manor, remembering all the chaos Dick brought upon the household.

Bruce: No swinging from the chandelier.

Jason: ?? I wasn't planning to?

Bruce: No murder.

Jason: What? That never even crossed my mind-

Bruce: And please, for the love of God, don't sneak out and try to beat up the nearest criminal on our block

Jason:

Jason: WHO is responsible for these rules being created??

Bruce will just come home from a long day of work. He's tired and just wants a nice, quiet evening, but he's subconsciously psyching himself up to prepare himself for the chaos he'll witness once he enters the manor

but then Jason's just quietly doing his own thing, maybe even helping Alfred with some chores, reading, or just lounging about in the manor. In general, just causing no trouble and Bruce just turns to Alfred, all worried like, "Is he sick? I don't think children are supposed to behave this way."

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[wiihtigo]

hes right behind me isnt he

[missmimii]

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐌 | 𝐂－𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

୨ৎ — 𝐂𝐖. 18+, Toxic!chris, fem!reader/sub!reader, smut, language, dirty talk, degradation, teasing, detailed intercourse

Soft gasps and whimpers elicited her mouth, the pornographic sounds accompanied with a subtle sound of skin slapping together. “－oh fuck,” Chris’s length pumped in and out of her at a languid pace, the occasional grunt fanning over her pulse as she squeezed her thighs around his waist. “Chris－I’m－I’m sorry－” Fuck.

Her eyes rolled back with a guttural moan as he buried himself in her to the hilt, the tip of his cock kissing her cervix in a bruising thrust as she struggled under his stronger stature. “Shut up.” The triplet’s arms placed on either side of the girl’s head, veins showing just a little more prominently every time he’d shove his cock in her further.

With his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, Chris pulled out just enough for the tip of his aching cock to be rubbing between the dip of her pussy. He heard her sigh of relief and wanted to laugh. did she think she was done already? Slowly pulling out, Chris took just then before drilling his dripping length into her tight, overstimulated cunt at an ungodly pace.

How many was she at? Four? “－Ah! Fuck－Chris!” His head dipped down as she bared her neck unintentionally, placing his lips against the mantra of her pulse as she sobbed out. “I saw you,” he grunted out, teeth gnashing together angrily as he brought a hand to her jaw. “-looking at the pictures. I thought you deleted them?” Chris’s hand cupped her jaw roughly, twisting her chin up so she met his eyes as he pounded into her. “Am I not good enough for you?”

Choked mewls escaped the girls parted lips as her eyes rolled back into her skull, the pain from his violent thrusts igniting a fiery pleasure in her core. Her eyes fluttered open despite the heaviness they felt as she felt the male slip two fingers between her parted lips, his middle and ring finger slowly sliding across her tongue as she breathlessly panted around the digits.

“Tell me,” She gagged softly, tears burning her eyes as drew his fingers further down her throat. “what is it about him that you just can’t get enough of?” Chris seethed, rocking his hips forward at a languid yet harsh pace as his hair fell atop his furrowed eyebrows. “Huh?” She babbled breathlessly around his fingers, speech slurred with the invasion as tears dribbled from her eyes.

Slipping the fingers from her wet mouth, he used the same hand to softly pat her cheek. “Nothin’?” The blue of his eyes burned into the side of her face as she turned her head away, chest moving up and down rapidly as she avoided his domineering gaze. “Fuck!” Chris groaned as he heard the girl’s breath hitch, sobbing out his pelvis grazing her ass as he rammed into her roughly. “Maybe you just need some help remembering,” he grunted.

Her neck ached as she threw her head back, a breathless scream escaping her lungs as he slammed into her with brutal action. “I’m not as strong as him,” thrust. “I’m not as big as him,” thrust, “and fuck, I’m not nearly as nice as him.” Chris chuckled hoarsely next to her ear, lowering his voice into a low whisper as his teeth grazed her jaw. “But I can promise you, Matt could never fuck you like I can.”

Her stomach knotted at his words, small moans and whimpers leaving her mouth as tears poured. She knew a sick part of her enjoyed this side of Chris, so maybe when he was behind her cooking as she sat on the couch, she decided to look back at a few pictures of her and her ex. Just to get a little rise out of him. “－I’m－I’m sorry.” She choked out, stomach clenching.

“I know you are, and now you’ll have to show me.”

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