#enjoy x

[crumblestew]

Simple question, pls don’t look it up bc that’s boringggg

[capseycartwright]

“you’re not afraid he’ll say no - you’re afraid he’ll say yes.” the kind but firm words my best friend directed at me almost a year ago now, her voice tinny as it came through my headphones, often come back to me in moments like this, when i’m feeling particularly self reflective. 

i love romance. i always have - teenage years spent in the depths of love stories, reading and writing about all the different ways the same two people could fall in love. as an adult, my commute to work is spent reading romantic novels - friends to lovers and meet cutes i can’t help but fall in love with, sweet stories of love where people see each others flaws but love each other all the same. i have spent more evenings in bed sobbing at happy endings of movies than i care to admit to - but i’ve never been in love. that’s a hard thing to admit out loud. there have been almosts - relationships that might have been if not for the fact i have ran from the possibility, terrified to my core of the thing i have craved for as long as i have known what love is. 

i like to pretend i don’t know why - how could i be afraid of love when i was raised by the greatest example of love i have ever known, two people who’ve loved each other their entire lives? but ignorance isn’t the truth. the truth is, the idea of love terrifies me because it requires honesty - and honesty means sharing the parts of myself i dislike the most, the things i hide from my friends and family, all the ways i feel broken and bruised and not good enough. and it’s even more terrifying to write that down. it’s not that i think I’m not good enough - i’m a good friend, a good daughter, a good aunt, a better sister than i maybe should have been, sometimes - but i am not convinced i am good enough to love like that, in a forever sort of way: how could i be good enough to make someone want to stay forever when i’m not convinced I’m good enough to love forever? 

all those broken pieces of myself i hate - i gathered then all up and packed them away in a box i do my best to ignore, and love would mean allowing someone else to look inside that box: to know all the ways i have been unkind and cruel to myself and hoping they won’t be afraid of that, that they won’t be afraid of the kind of hatred i have shown myself for longer than i want to admit to. this ugly, horrible perspective of myself i haven’t been able to shake: that i’m not thin enough, pretty enough, clever enough, enough for anyone to want to stay. how can i ask that of someone else when i have hardly wanted to stay myself? 

i’m not afraid of rejection. rejection is familiar, it’s comfortable: a yes is infinitely more terrifying than rejection could ever be. a yes would mean sharing all the things about myself i have never been brave enough to share with anyone before, dancing around the topics with my closest friends - making a joke of my track record of failed relationships and dates that ended in friendships because it’s so much easier to keep people at arms length and have them believe i have my shit together than admit the truth, that i am terrified of being this lonely for the rest of my life: and more than that, i am terrified of letting someone in and them not wanting to stay when they know the deepest, darkest parts of me and so there is a wall between me and the rest of the world i have never allowed anyone to dismantle. because i am safe behind the wall - desperately lonely, yes, but better to be safe and lonely than admit i don’t know how to take the risk and allow someone to see behind that wall of perfect calm and collected behaviour. 

(and it’s why i haven’t told you: and why i push you away, sometimes, keeping you at arms length so you don’t figure out the depths of how i feel about you and how terrified i feel about it. why its easier to laugh and joke with my friends about how everyone sees something between us and how silly it is we haven’t done anything about it yet, even though the truth of the matter is i have been too scared to really ask if you do feel the same, if you feel the way everyone says you do because if i ask you might say yes. it’s why i didn’t tell him the whole truth, or why i was wasn’t honest with the boy who came before. it’s why i never went on that second date. it’s why i cancelled that other first date because it felt like he’d figure me out too quickly.) 

i don’t date - i can’t be bothered with it, i say, and it’s never been the truth. the truth is i’m afraid: of yeses and fifth dates and weeks turning into months and of someone knowing me as intimately as i know myself. because i have never been good at loving myself and i don’t see why i should expect someone else to. 

[brats1ut]

Heads up - some pretty pierced tits under this cut 😇

~OP is not a woman. This post is about a trans person.~

[chromehearted]

shifts on her side, petite frame wrapped in silk sheets as she focus on the steady sound of his heartbeat. features were softer — unguarded, almost innocent. wouldn't admit it, but she liked watching him when he wasn't trying to be anything for anyone. no poker face, no bravado, just joaquin. eyes trace the line of his jaw, resisting the urge to reach out and touch him. the room is still, the kind of quiet that makes her uncomfortable. hates silence. that's when her mind catches up to her, when the things she usually brushes off start creeping in. glances at the clock, knowing she should leave soon before the morning light seeps through the windows. " i don't know why i keep coming back. " voice is barely a murmur, lost in the darkness, though it feels like a confession. swallows the lump in her throat, contemplating how easy it would be to pull away, to slip out as she always does. " maybe it's because you don't try to control me. you don't ask me to be somebody i'm not. " teeth sink into lower brim, trying to stop the flood of thoughts from spilling out. what was she doing? he wasn't the type to stick around, and neither was she. despite these facts, she found herself lingering, craving more than the thrill of sneaking around. it was dangerous, wanting someone in a way that was beyond the games. " i'm not used to this… whatever this is. and i'm not sure i even want it. " except she does. words feel heavy hanging in the air, oblivious to a confession that would never be heard outside of his slumber. gaze softens as a bitter smile tugs at the corner of her lips, the feeling of vulnerability prickling at her. " you're gonna mess it up, " decides to put their inevitable demise on him as opposed to herself, releasing a breathless chuckle. " but i kind of wish you wouldn't. " that was the scariest part — realizing she enjoyed his company more than she'd ever meant to.

things you said when you thought i was asleep.

[daveyfvckingjacobs]

Javey. - Jack constantly lays his head in Davey’s lap. The first few times Davey would run his hand through Jack’s hair but he noticed the flinch that came with any sort of contact with his head/hair and stopped. He instead settles for placing his hand on Jack’s chest or face. Jack loves it because Davey has a really grounding effect on him

When Davey is working on something for too long (an essay or school work or anything really) Jack took to just standing behind him. Davey isn’t good at working under pressure or with people watching over his shoulder so he eventually has to stop. When he does Jack gives him all of his attention and they climb out to window and go for walks. They just ramble to each other the whole time.

Davey walks fast and Jack always whines at him to slow down and enjoy the time they have together but Davey knows that it’s just because Jack is smaller and little legs don’t go as fast. But he finds it adorable that he can’t keep up so he never slows down.

Modern! Jack and Davey both paint their nails. Fight me.

The first time Davey met Medda he had a minor heart attack on the way there and Jack was laughing his ass off. When they actually met she gave him a big hug and it was rlly sweet. - 🤠anon

ohhhhh I love these so much but I’m latching onto the writing one because once again I am davey he is me literally cannot write or draw where someone can even slightly see it we are The Same person I’m gonna write something now x

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“Dave,”

“…Jack?”

“Y’almost done?”

Davey huffed out a sigh. “Not really,”

“How? Y’been at that for what, four hours?” Jack, spreadeagled on Davey’s bed, stretched to prove his point. He watched the other boy carefully, head lolling so Davey appeared a little tilted where he was hunched at the table.

“Two,” Davey corrected, pencil hovering over his notebook. It looked like he was midway through a word, lines upon lines of his cramped scrawl covering the page to the point it was more graphite than paper. “I think,”

“Too long,” Jack drawled. “C’mon, ain’t you done by now?”

“I’ve already said that I’m not,”

“Y’should be,”

“Tell that to the essay. It ain’t working right,”

Jack frowned as he sat up, leaning on one elbow to study Davey. He looked at the hunch of his shoulders, the furrow between his eyes, the marks over his face where he’d wiped his eyes with graphite-smudged hands. That wouldn’t do, Jack decided. He got to his feet, hands in his pockets as Davey started to write again, not waiting for a reply. The scratch of the pencil was rhythmic, familiar but it had been going on for too long so Jack just…peered over his shoulder.

The scratching stopped. Jack smiled to himself, smugly.

“What are you doing?”

He shrugged. “Watchin’ you. Like I been doin’ all day,”

“Alright…,” Davey nodded and hunched back over his essay, pencil poised. It stayed in the air, caught like someone had pressed pause, for a few heartbeats before he scribbled down three more words and then dropped it. “Do you have to stand there?”

Jack had anticipated the rebuff. “I’m jus’ watching, since you insist on still working,”

That made Davey turn in his chair to peer up at him. He kept his expression passive. Somewhere in Davey’s face was the start of anxiety, a flicker of irritation, tiredness but also fondness he couldn’t disguise. “I know what you’re doing,”

“Watching,” Jack repeated.

Davey stared for a moment longer, and Jack could see the little battle waging in his head. Thus, he could see when it ended. When Davey sighed and snapped his book shut and took Jack’s hand, running his thumb gently over his knuckles. “You win,”

Jack grinned and tugged on his arm. “I always do. C’mon,”

[theflirtmeister]

hoffstrahm girlie requesting a snippet from the hoffstrahm car ride fic

hoffstrahm car ride: OOH so there's actually 2 versions of this... one of them is omegaverse and one of them isn't, but I'll send over the plain version!

“I don’t know.” Hoffman shrugs. “I think, after Eric went missing, she changed.” “When Eric Matthews was murdered by Jigsaw and his accomplices.” Peter corrects. “After kidnapping his son and forcing him to witness unspeakable things.” “They never found a body.” “Jigsaw doesn’t keep hostages.” Peter reminds him. “You should know that.”

[clownkomaeda]

[3-vi-3]

you can come into my world for a little bit more

if you want, just a little while longer

here, you can relax and breathe my air

like you liked it before

let it make you stronger

take it where you go and remember me there

or don't

but i'll be happy to have been with you once

in the sights, smells and sounds so rare

that i loved then, and still now,

i love them so much

[harri-etvane]

That huge gray sweatshirt belonging to MAKS...absolutely! lol Maks is a little taller and a little wider than Vova (if this sweatshirt was Andriy's ...Vova would drown in it. I guess the sleeves would reach to his knees ;)) Btw my name is Daria and I'm the anon from last h/c prompt who reads and absolutely loves all your stories on AO3. :) I started observing your blog (I also love all vintage and poetry stuff you have) and if you wish to do the same for mine we could mesagge each other from time by messages on tumbrl) :)

hey Daria!! Its so lovely to meet you ❤️ your anon message was the sweetest thing, honestly!! I've followed you (I think!) but always feel free to drop a message anytime!

The thought of Vova in either Andriy's sweatshirt or Maks' is too adorable 🥺

Maks sighing as he drags his sweatshirt over his head and hands it to Vova because of course his commander in chief has decided to embark on a trip to the front lines in nothing but a t-shirt and cargo trousers, paying absolutely zero attention to the weather reports that promise a sharp dip in temperature - all his questions about the troops; about what they need for the colder weather.

Because, of course, he entirely forgets about himself until a shiver ripples through him in the depths of a bunker on the front lines, close enough to hear the AA-guns and he raises a wry eyebrow, making some murmured joke that draws a laugh from the assembled soldiers, none of them quite catching the tense shoulders, hands-in-pockets, suppressed-shuddering-cold--

Maks' gentle, fond you-need-to-listen-to-me-for-once aside delivered under his breath as Vova nestles into the jumper and gives a sheepish, almost shy smile.

<3

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[butchfaith]

please.... what kind of soup did u make.... i also wanna try the ginger slay soup

twas tofu noodle soup!! lemme see if i can remember how i made it uhhhh

- fry up some tofu in a pan till its nice n golden (i used veg oil and sesame oil), season w salt n pepper

- add abt 1.5 litres of veg stock (1.5 litre water with 3 stock cubes)

- then i added uhh 4 cloves of minced garlic and A Fucktonne Of Ginger (i think it was like a fat 3inch piece), also minced, and a big teaspoon of miso paste to the broth

- add a bit of chilli flakes and let that baby simmer for like 20 mins

- ok then add ur rice noodles and ur veggies: i used sweetcorn, thinly sliced mushrooms, grated carrot, and spring onions (note that the veggies only need 5 mins to cook, so if ur rice noodles need longer than that then add the noodles earlier)

- add some soy sauce and more sesame oil/chilli/salt/pepper to taste

- serve cunt x

[cafegraces]

@starlcved​ said :  📖 for a starter from a random novel i have lying around.   for pyria.   quote from forging silver into stars.

she hadn’t meant to barrel into the poor person,   she’d just been so distracted by the frenzy of activity in what amounted to only the second major market she’d ever visited.   she’d been too swept up in the flow of people to look where she was going,   taking in everything in an awed silence.   by instinct,   she’s reaching out to catch the other before they both wind up trampled by the crowd.   her magic stops the fall just a fraction of a second before her hands actually connect,   righting the other gently.   a nervous,   apologetic smile is offered up,   “   steady now?   i’m sorry about that.   ”

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LESBIANS: 2x08 - “Killing is a Cycle”

[hansoeii]

butch wolverine, anyone?

[shawtuzi]

currently thinking about plug!geto beating your pussy up after a hotbox….

“oh suguruuu,” your eyes rolled back in pleasure, freshly manicured nails (paid for by yours truly) digging into his biceps as he fucked you like he hated your guts. he had your seat reclined back, knees pushed to your ears as he gave the you meanest strokes known to man.

you peered at him through your lashes, mewling when you saw he was already staring back down at you. his eyes were low n red, the tiniest smirk on his face bc he knew as long as he had you like this you couldn’t run from him. sure it was cramped as hell but shit he wasn’t complaining—especially with the way your pussy was gripping his dick.

“you look—s-shit! look so pretty like this y/n. pussy feels so fuckin’ good. . . so fuckin’ soft. am i making you feel good y/n? speak up,” he got no response in return, your attention solely focused on his the view of his dick pounding into you. the sight was very erotic. . . one could even say it was pretty. you were broken out of your thoughts by a quick slap to the face, followed by geto gripping your jaw, squishing your cheeks together.

“i said am *thrust* i *thrust* making *thrust* you fucking feel *really hard thrust* good?” you nodded frantically, tears now filling your lash line because baby he was fucking you that good. “yes—yes sugu you’re making me feel so good thank you,” you sniffled, making the sick man laugh.

“you’re so cute,” he hummed, pressing his lips to your forehead before pulling his dick nearly all the way out just to slam back inside you. he stayed in place, now choosing to grind his hips into you, his hard stomach rubbing against your clit in a way that had you seeing stars. your hands slapped against his chest, whining something along the lines of him being to deep—but right now in this moment?? there was no such thing as too deep.

in fact he recalled you telling him not too long ago you wanted to feel him in your tummy again, so he was actually doing you a favor if you think about it—but who am i kidding your not doing anyyyy thinking right now.

“m’gonna cum sugu c-can you—fuckkk-uh!” suguru was already one step ahead of you, the rough pads of his ring and middle fingers now rubbing vicious circles on your clit. your body tensed, thighs shaking as you came on his dick for what felt like the umpteenth time. geto fucked you through your orgasm, his own trailing behind as he came in you with one last stroke.

*sighs dreamily* hotboxes with geto were always the best

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