#long distance relationship problems

[she-said-hello]

if you get to physically be with your significant other and touch them and kiss them and love them in person, please don't take it for granted. there is nothing i want more than to hold her.

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

Me when I haven't seen my partner in a while: Sure, sex is good, but have you ever dipped a double stuff oreo in nutella?

Me when we're together: Sex sure is good.

[pxl8ed]

I got to spend a whole week with my girlfriend and now that it’s over… I wish I could’ve stayed longer… my heart hurts having to leave her like that. I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay and be by her side. Sure, we can still face time and call and stuff, but I miss being able to touch her. I miss how soft her lips are on mine. I miss sitting next to her and holding her hand. I miss falling asleep next to her. I miss the feeling of resting my head on her chest and listening to her heartbeat as i fall asleep.

I hate that we are so far apart. I know it wasn’t a “goodbye” and more of a “see you later” but the later isn’t soon enough.

I know realistically that the next time will also (unfortunately) be a temporary visit as well, but I wish it wasn’t. I don’t want to go another day without you in my arms.

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

[bloggingboutburgers]

Don’t mind me still a bit sad at the moment y’know

[everdrawing]

It's 100/10 experience being transgender together with your best friend.

[long-distance-love]

One day you'll wake up from long distancing, because the last meeting will never end. You'll look to your side, and they'll be there with you, in bed, after a long day. Your sides are pressed together, you're drifting off, they're on their phone looking at memes. It'll sink in then that it's finally over. And it'll also sink in that you and them never will be.

[vampireink]

And I can not decide if your face appearing in my dreams is a blessing, or a curse. I am momentarily satiated by the loving moments we shared in my mind, yet I am distraught. Distraught because I miss you fiercely with every fibre of my being, and I despise the distance that stretches between us. I feel as though my body is on fire, and I am burning for my longing to be finally held in your arms as you took me in my dreams.

[Kas]

[bikeboyblues]

love him so much wanna blow raspberries on his tummy and hear him laugh and try to push me away

[angelsyrip]

crushes give me psychosis.*

[she-said-hello]

not being able to kiss her after she cums is the hardest thing ever. it's the only thing i can think about after we get off. just want to be with her. wanna hold her and tell her how good she did and kiss her face and rub her back and make her feel so loved. ughhhh

[haunted-house-sys]

As a system with a partner system with pretty good system communication on both ends; our days are NEVER not eventful.

We could be having the most casual day, body doubling, just existing in the same cozy vibe. Then suddenly one of us glance around the inner world and end up DYING of laughter, or a headmate could pop in and say the most bizarre thing, or a gatekeeper comes in to drop some knowledge, or even someone slides in to just give some gossip on innerworld relations.

This is the positive side. This is something that happens and we all instantly are here to be included in the loop.

But being a system with a system, our days are never uneventful.

We are long distanced partner systems. We keep in touch with texting and facetime calls and constant updates (because our headmates love to yap to them). The outer world is full of stress and trauma. We strive to keep each other semi sound with everything.

Sometimes there is rapid switches that happen and we have to clock it for them, and try our best to help ground. Never know who to call for. Sometimes theres blurring and panic that flows through them and all we can do is talk to them while they go nonverbal as we sit in hopes for a body manager or a soother steps forward.

Sometimes BPD or ED episodes are triggered, and we have to do our best to reassure, ground, and motivate. Sometimes theres suddenly meltdowns and break downs or negative triggers, and we have to sit there and watch them cry and try to self soothe, as we just talk.

And if that's not hell on earth to watch each other suffer, while feeling helpless and understanding what is going on with each other... i dont know what is.

Being a system with a system is fun, but it also is difficult. We understand each other. But that also means we understand the headaches, the lost feelings, the amnesia, the disgust we feel in body, the hate when we see our camera or the body in the mirror, the sick feelings from "nothing", the fear and anxiety that runs through when something happens, the nonverbal, the meltdowns, the stress, the trauma, the pain.

But we also understand the jokes, and the fun, and the stupid comments, or when theres that empty look within their eyes, the sudden reactions to virtually "nothing", the sharing voice, co cons, co fronts, the energy swaps, the everything.

If you're a system with a system; im proud of you. Im proud of you all. Especially if you support and stand by each other whether or not is your specific partner or another headmate through the good, bad, and the ugly. Im proud of yall who actively help and improve each other, and help tackle difficult times together. Im proud of yall doing your best from a distance or right next to them.

Y'all the real ones.

DNI if you are: Endo/nontramagentic + supporters, minors, anti furry, anti LGBTQ+, etc.

- 🔥

[burned0utstar]

I'm getting tired of dying for you.

I can't stay up every night letting your sadness consume the both of us.

I will burn before I stop loving you but loving you can't mean destroying myself because of you.

Not even for you. Not even with passion or devotion.

Just destruction. Pure bloodshed for the sake of seeing it drip out of our bodies.

[bloggingboutburgers]

Last time I had to do this was already a month and a half ago but that latest song I listened to gave me long-distance feels so don’t mind me

[long-distance-love]

I fucking hate the distance, I want to be there with you, for you.

[vampireink]

And if I must go one more second without the sweet warmth of your presence, I may disintegrate. Oh how I wish I was able to crawl into your skin and be one with you forever and always.

[Kas]