#Complicaties

[io-pentesilea]

Noi sagittario siamo così!

Barbara

[lospalatoredinuvole]

Le donne banali non stanno mai vicino agli uomini complicati.

[princessofmistake]

Non mi servono i dettagli. Non mi serve conoscere i posti e gli espedienti, i passi che ti hanno portato davanti alla mia porta. Sei qui. Ti amavo senza condizioni. Perché? Perché dò valore al mistero. All'ignoto. È ciò che sostiene la tensione di un rapporto e ci obbliga ad essere la versione migliore di noi stessi. Il fattore "chissà". Chissà se qualcuna l'ha amato meglio? Una più carina, intelligente, che lo svegliava ogni giorno con una colazione e un bel pompino. Chissà se ha avuto ragazze migliori. Chissà se sogna qualcun’altra. . . più loquace, una ragazza con dei bei fianchi e un vero sedere invece di questi fagiolini coperti di pelle. Senti, credo di sapere qual è il tuo tipo ma non arrivo a farmi paralizzare dalle insicurezza e dai dubbi. Così ogni giorno, quando mi sveglio, e ti parlo e metto questi vestiti firmati del cazzo e ti tengo la mano, io provo ad essere la ragazza migliore che tu abbia mai avuto. E tu vieni a dirmi che devo competere con questa Kiki di Sant Louise, in una vasca a forma di cuore? A quel punto me ne strafrego alla grande. Non so dove stai andando, non ho finito. 

Ho capito anche un’altra cosa. Il motivo per cui non sei geloso è che tu non dai valore a quel mistero, vero? E tu non gli dai valore per la stessa ragione per cui non ti chiedi se mi sia fatta di meglio, se sia mai stata con una persona più brillante, gentile o con più talento. È perché è inconcepibile per te che altri uomini a questo mondo siano più interessanti di te. La tua mancanza di curiosità è semplicemente un'estensione del tuo narcisismo, della tua megalomania, della tua visione egoistica del mondo. E non dubitando mai di te stesso, non hai mai pensato di chiederti: "Come divento un compagno migliore?"

[petalidiagapanto]

«Spesso tra gli ingranaggi complicati del destino, si intrecciano gli amori più belli»

(Floriana Antonelli)

[friendlynaborhooddisapointment]

been thinking about opening up sketch commissions for like 5$ or smth...

[julymarte]

guarda, da artista che disegna principalmente personaggi di ace attorney ogni giorno, secondo me sei apposto hdiansushsb

ma guarda quella è una cosa un po' diversa secondo me , quando si parla di fandom in realtà è quasi meglio focalizzarsi su una sola cosa?? l'ho notato anni fa quando ero in un fandome disegnavo sempre UN SOLO PG e grazie a quello ho fatto un sacco di conoscenze, preso follower, partecipato ad un fan event in giappone da casa, mi sono divertita e la cosa non era vista in modo negativo

quando si parla di contenuto originale è un po' particolare perchè è hit or miss, può capitarti che hai culo e becchi una nicchia accogliente o a cui piace una cosa specifica o il nulla cosmico o gente che ha opinioni molto diverse su quello che fai e quello che vuole vedere.... certo è così anche in alcuni fandom ma di base l'hyperfixation o la ripetizione in quel contesto è più accettata per qualche motivo

postilla perchè mi sono dimenticata di una distinzione importante:

nel contenuto originale/non fandom se non c'è un modo di seguire una storia apparentemente per alcune persone diventa difficile seguire quello che uno fa e rimangono confuse e mi è stato riferito più volte da quando ho smesso di lavorare al webcomic anni fa

[claudiabian]

oh you lot need to die fr

[wanghedi]

Love that theyre talking about her marrying gu jiusi like theyre sending her to die. But omg girl best friends have they considered exploring this possibility forget him

[princessofmistake]

Il punto è che sei così egoista e impaurita da credere di dovermi demolire, di dovermi mettere in discussione. "Sono così mediocre?" “Ce la farò senza il suo aiuto? Non lo so, meglio chiedere a Marie. Forse lei saprà la risposta." "Dov'è? Ho bisogno di Marie." Ok, stop. Marie, dov'eri andata?". "Hai visto questa scena? Cosa ne pensi? Ti è piaciuta? Anche a me." Non sia mai che mi fidi tanto della mia opinione da non rivolgermi a te. Alla fine, questo è il punto. La tua sparata sui film finti. Tu vuoi solo sentirti necessaria. Perché, se non ho bisogno di te, che cavolo ci sto a fare con te, Marie? Tu vuoi il controllo perché non riesci a immaginare che stia con te solo perché ti amo. Io ti amo e basta, piccola. Non ho bisogno di te ma ti amo. C'è una persona su questo pianeta che ti ama e basta. Amo come funziona la tua mente, Marie, davvero. E amo come osservi il mondo. Amo come ragioni. I tuoi istinti. E credimi, sono felice e grato per tutte le difficoltà che hai superato, tutte quante. Ti hanno reso quella che sei. Ti hanno trasformato nella ragazza che amo, quella con cui scopo, quella con cui resto in piedi fino alle due del mattino dopo la più grande serata della mia vita perché lei è inarrestabile e matta.

[thelostconsultant]

Stay with me

pairing: Max Verstappen x shifter!reader

summary: The end of your agreement is getting closer, but Max doesn't want you to leave. You have your doubts about a relationship with him, so you want to go.

part two

There was a knock on your door, but not a single cell in your body wished to open it. You had been in your room for most part of the day, focusing on work instead of the quiet drama in this household, and so far it helped to avert your thoughts. Despite asking several times, you still didn't know why Max had been so grumpy lately.

He didn't even want you to sleep next to him, and sometimes he closed his door as a sign that you should keep out. So you locked yourself into your room and became a workaholic again, spending hours and hours doing the job you once loved so much. Because ever since you moved in, work became a nuisance, something you were expected to do.

He knocked again, and this time he didn't stay quiet. “I need to talk to you, could you come out?” he asked, his voice sounding strange. Sad, or maybe disappointed.

With a sigh, you went out to meet him in the awkward silence that settled between you the moment you stopped in front of him. He took a deep breath to prepare himself, then reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb absentmindedly drawing gentle circles.

“What will happen after the race?”

“I guess I'll move back home,” you replied quietly.

Max nodded as he nervously licked his lips. “And what if you didn't? Why don't you stay with me?” His voice was dripping with desperation, and his eyes were silently pleading to make you change your mind.

It was heartbreaking, partly because you hated seeing him like this, and partly because at the bottom of your heart you didn't want to leave him alone. But having no idea which you was the one he liked more made things complicated.

When he realized you weren't about to answer, he leaned closer to you, his gaze so intense you were afraid it would burn a hole in your head. “I love you. I need our evenings on the couch when you fall asleep next to me, and I need you there in my bed to sleep well. Stay with me and give me a chance to prove we would be good together. Please.”

You had to remind yourself that it's impossible to fully get to know someone after just a few weeks. Yes, you liked the version of him you spent time with, but it was just the two of you here. You didn't go out together, you didn't meet his friends, he stayed with you ninety percent of the time, and so you had no idea what you would have to face in the long run.

Your train of thought was interrupted when you felt his hand move to the back of your neck so he could pull you closer for a kiss, and when you automatically returned it, he pushed your back against the wall to trap you there. He was seemingly hell-bent on making you weak in the knees, even managing to get a lustful moan out of you when his fingers tightened around you throat a little.

Why did he have to make things hard for you? Why couldn't he let it go and look for someone else? Someone who would be more comfortable with the idea of living under a microscope thanks to him.

When he finally pulled away a little, you flashed a sad smile at him. “One last weekend, Max. That's all I can offer,” you told him. Did it hurt to say this? Sure. But you didn't want the changes in your life that he would bring around. You wanted to remain a normal girl, you wanted to be known for what you achieved, not for being the girlfriend of one of the best drivers of your time.

For long seconds he watched you in silence, but eventually he nodded and let go of you. “If you don't want to come with me, it’s okay. You can go home anytime,” he told you before heading to his room, leaving you there to think about whether or not it was a good idea.

You had known he was attracted to you since day one, after all he told you he wanted to kiss you back then. But you wanted to stay true to the agreement that brought you here, you didn't want complications, so you kept a certain distance as long as you could. He made it hard, but you managed quite well. Or so you thought.

Going with him after this conversation would have been awkward, you knew that. The only thing you could do now was packing your things and leaving as soon as you could, hoping he would be over you soon. He deserved to be happy, but he should be happy with someone else.

You: I guess you need some alone time so I don't want to bother you. But I'm leaving. Thanks for everything, and good luck for the weekend.

You put down your phone and went back to closing your suitcase, not expecting a response to your message. But then, a mere half a minute later, there was an unmistakable beep that filled the room.

Max: I'm not okay with you leaving and not coming with me after all, but fine, I'll respect your decision. I hope one day you'll tell me why you can't love me.

Did he really believe you couldn't love him? You decided to keep a distance, but it didn't mean you hadn't fallen in love with him along the way. With a groan, you left your suitcase behind and moved over to his room, knocking on the door and waiting for his response with your heart pounding fast in your chest. You heard his invitation, so you went inside and climbed into his bed without saying a word.

Max looked surprised, but he didn't say a word, only watched you patiently, waiting to see what your plan was. And you didn't stop, you climbed on top of him and leaned down to cup his face. “Don't you ever think that I can't love you. I do,” you told him softly before giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“Then why are you leaving?” he asked you hoarsely.

“Being with you would draw attention to me too every time people saw us together. I'm not ready for that,” you explained sadly as you began to place kisses along his jawline. If you were about to part, at least you could make your last evening together memorable.

Max captured your lips as his hands began to explore your body, and he apparently decided to take the lead from you when he flipped you around so he would be on top now. You expected him to say something, but the most you got was a deep growl when he slid his hand under your panties and felt how wet you were for him already.

Sex was great, but there was a chance of staying for good if you spent too much time in his arms, this is why you slowly peeled him off yourself and tried to get out of bed to collect your clothes. But he didn't let you, he just pulled you closer if that was even possible.

“You know I'd tell people who come after you to fuck off, right? I wouldn't let anyone make you sad,” he told you.

“I know.”

“Then stay. I'll protect you.”

You turned around to face him and he took this chance to kiss you again, making you giggle like some idiot. It was so tempting to agree, to stay here with him and enjoy the way he spoiled you with his attention. You let out a sigh as you watched him, your eyes exploring his face as if you were trying to memorize every little detail before leaving. Maybe that's what was happening. Maybe your brain had subconsciously already made this decision for you.

Max probably knew what you were thinking about, and his next words confirmed your suspicion. “We could have so many more nights like this. Just you and me, in the safety of our home. And you wouldn't have to come to every race weekend, only a few important ones if you felt like it,” he tried to convince you.

After a few seconds of silence, you reached for his hand to lace your fingers. “This is your home race this weekend. Must be important,” you began slowly, earning a nod from him, which was soon followed by a boyish smile. “If I receive one hateful comment, I'm out.”

“Noted,” Max said with a laugh before pulling you on top of him. You kissed him again, fingers tangled in his hair as you finally began to let yourself go. “I love you, kitten.”

You smiled at him as you rested your forehead against his, eyes locked the whole time. “I love you too, you maniac.”

[leggerezza-dell-essere]

Non c’era risposta, eccetto quella generica risposta che la vita dà ai problemi più complicati e insolubili. La risposta è questa: bisogna vivere delle esigenze della giornata, ossia dimenticare.

Lev Tolstoj, “Anna Karenina”

____ Thobias Malmberg

[der-papero]

Sei davvero dolce, quella bimba è fortunata ad averti ricevuto come papà ❤️

Ti ringrazio tanto, Anon ❤️

Spero tanto tu abbia ragione, sono giorni un po' complicati e a volte mi sento perso, per quanti sforzi io faccia sembra sempre di ritornare al punto di partenza, e questi sono i momenti dove mi chiedo se io sappia davvero essere un padre.

Non è colpa di nessuno, è che deve andare così, a volte mi avvilisco, ma provo a tenere duro.

[perpassareiltempo]

Effettivamente, Antonia sognava. Grandi sogni: complicati e futili come la vita. Quasi sempre belli; a volte, come la vita, anche insensati.

Sebastiano Vassalli - La chimera

[fatalquiete]

Poi dice che gli uomini sono complicati... mah, se lo dite voi...

[princessofmistake]

Sei talmente solipsistica da rivederti in tutte le cose, anche quelle in cui non c'entri un cazzo. Noti come cammina Himani. Vieni da me e dici chissà dove hai preso quella camminata ed io non reagisco, no? Anzi provo a sorvolare. Provo a non ferire i tuoi sentimenti ma tu tieni il conto di tutto, Marie e mentre io lavoro a qualcosa, mentre creo qualcosa tu da una parte cerchi di giustificare la tua maledetta esistenza. "Conosco quella battuta." "L'ho detto io." "Io ho fatto così". "Ti sei ispirato a me". Cazzo, perfino i tuoi feedback diventano debiti, Marie.