#lover discovery

[sillygoose067]

Revolving Door

"But I keep comin' back like a revolvin' door. Say I couldn't want you less, but I just want you more"- Revolving Door by Tate Mcrae

Synopsis: Richard Grayson thought he’d left Gotham behind for good, but no matter how far he ran, the city—and his family—always pulled him back, forcing him to confront the past and the complicated love that both saved and broke him.

Gotham never really let go. It clung to you, pulling you back in, no matter how hard you fought to leave. And for Richard Grayson, that truth had always been his greatest weakness. He’d walked away once, tried to carve out a life that wasn’t defined by shadows and the ever-present weight of expectation. But even Blüdhaven wasn’t far enough. The call always came—Bruce needed him, Gotham needed him, they needed him.

And he kept coming back, like a damn revolving door, always swinging back to where it all began.

Tonight was no different. The skyline stretched before him, the familiar glow of Gotham’s lights a bitter reminder of everything he’d tried to leave behind. The chill in the air bit at his skin, the same cold that had never quite left him, no matter how far he'd run or how hard he'd tried to outrun his past. Standing on the edge of Wayne Tower, overlooking the city that had built him, broken him, and somehow never let him truly go, he let the memories swirl around him, thick as the fog rolling in from the bay.

"You good?" The voice cut through the static in his head, steady, grounding. It was a voice he’d heard so many times before, the one that always knew how to pull him out of the darkness, even if just for a moment. You stood a few steps behind him, arms crossed, watching the way he shifted his weight, fingers twitching against his thigh like he was debating whether to jump or just fall.

He exhaled deeply, his breath visible in the cold night air, shaking his head. "I don’t know." His voice was barely a whisper, raw with the weight of the uncertainty that always gnawed at him, the question that never seemed to get an answer.

A silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t heavy. It was comfortable, familiar, like the kind of quiet that only came between people who had shared enough moments of the world unraveling to understand each other without saying a word. You’d always understood the weight he carried, the push and pull of the life he’d never been able to leave behind.

"I moved from Gotham to Blüdhaven," he murmured after a long pause, his voice laced with dark humor. A humorless smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as if the very act of moving away could somehow erase the invisible chains that still bound him to this place. "Thought it would help. Thought if I wasn’t here, maybe I’d finally stop feeling like I owed them something. But it doesn’t change anything. It never does."

You stepped closer, the air between you humming with an energy that only deepened when you reached out, your fingers brushing against his hand. The touch was simple, yet grounding, like the anchor he didn’t know he needed until it was there. A gentle touch that reminded him that even in Gotham, there was something real, something constant that wasn’t just a shadow of the past.

"Maybe it’s not about owing them," you said softly, your voice a balm to the raw edges of his thoughts. "Maybe it’s just who you are. Maybe you keep coming back because you want to. Because no matter how much you hate it, you love them more."

He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat making it hard to breathe for a moment. It was true. He’d tried to cut himself off, tried to treat his family like something to quit, to outgrow. But every time he left, it only took one call, one moment, and he was back at square one.

Damian’s scowl softening just enough to let him know he was missed. Tim pretending like he didn’t care, but showing up to his apartment in Blüdhaven anyway. Jason, still caught between throwing punches and leaning against him like they were kids again. And Bruce—

Bruce, who had never been able to say what he meant, but had always meant everything.

Dick let out a long, shaky breath, his grip tightening around yours as if the simple act of holding on might make the ghosts of his past a little easier to face. "I tried to call them off like a bad habit. But I just... I just want them more. Even when it hurts."

You smiled, leaning into his shoulder, your presence a quiet comfort he didn’t deserve but was so thankful for. "Love’s messy like that," you said, as if the words were some kind of secret you both understood, something you didn’t need to explain.

He huffed out a laugh, resting his forehead against yours, feeling the warmth of your skin seep into his cold, battle-worn heart. "So, what? You telling me to stop fighting it? Just accept that this is who I am?"

"I’m saying maybe it doesn’t have to be a fight," you murmured, tracing slow circles against his palm. Your touch was like a balm, soothing away the tension, easing the fear that had always kept him on edge. "You don’t have to prove anything, Dick. Not to them. Not to me. Not to yourself. You just have to be here. Now. However that looks."

The words settled deep in his chest, unwinding the knot of tension that had been there for so damn long. Maybe you were right. Maybe it wasn’t about leaving or staying, running or returning. Maybe it was just about existing in the space between—where love and hurt, duty and freedom, past and future all bled together. And in that space, maybe there was peace.

His cold heart, the one that had carried the weight of too many years, too many wounds, was finally starting to melt. Just a little.

"Okay," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, the warmth of your skin grounding him in ways he hadn’t known were possible. "Okay."

[jaycatalyst]

"The greatest love you will ever know is the love you give yourself. It's the truest form of love you'll ever experience." - Catalyst

The love you give yourself is the foundation of all other love in your life. It shapes how you view yourself, how you allow others to treat you, and how you connect with the world around you. When you learn to love yourself unconditionally, you’re no longer dependent on external validation or approval to feel whole. This kind of self-love isn't about perfection, but rather embracing your flaws, your strengths, and everything in between. It’s the recognition that you are worthy of love, just as you are.

The love you give yourself is the truest form because it comes from within—it’s not reliant on someone else’s behavior or approval. It’s rooted in your understanding of your own worth and your ability to nurture yourself, even in difficult times. And when you cultivate this love, it allows you to be more compassionate and authentic with others, because you’re not seeking validation, but sharing love freely and without expectation.

In a world where so many of us look for validation outside ourselves—through relationships, achievements, or possessions—the greatest and most lasting form of love you’ll ever experience is the deep, unwavering love you create within yourself. It’s the love that stands the test of time, because it’s the only love you truly control.

[hp-fanfic-archive]

Flower War by XxTheDarkLordxX (@xx-thedarklord-xx) Pairing: Harry/Draco Rating: T Word Count: 8k Podfic available here Read by: Anonymous Length: 30-60 minutes “So, I was thinking—” Neville cut off, causing Harry to peer up curiously. Neville’s eyes were narrowed on the flower, small frown marring his features. “Oh, how rude.” “What’s rude? It’s just a flower. Strange, since Malfoy sent it to me. Do you think he was cursed? I mean, it’s not like him to be nice.” Neville snorted, mouth twitching rapidly. “No, it’s not,” He agreed readily. “Malfoy sending this makes perfect sense though. The flower means, Beauty is your only attraction." Or… the one where Harry and Draco have a flower war. Their tamest fight yet to date as they trade silent insults, cutting barbs and even a few compliments sprinkled in.

[steddieunderdogfics]

Of Motels and Stolen Vans by WabiSabiPapi

@arimakes

Rating: Explicit

9,898 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Sharing a Bed, Friends to Lovers, Dry Humping, Top/Bottom Versatile Eddie Munson, Soft Dom Eddie Munson, Topping from the Bottom, Kink Discovery, Under-negotiated Kink, But They're Both Into It, And It's Mild Anyway, Breath Play if you squint, Dom/sub Undertones, Light Dom/sub, Intercrural Sex, Nipple Play, Spit Kink, Size Kink, Car Sex, Hotwiring As An Aphrodisiac, Marijuana, Drinking, Tommy Only Serves As A Plot Device To Interrupt Our Boys, Thomas Interruptus, Tommy Hagan is a Little Shit, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Valentine's Day, Valentine's Day Fic ExchangeValentine's Day Fluff, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Humor, Smut, POV Alternating, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Eddie Munson Jokes About Having Daddy Issues but No Daddy Kink, Anal Sex, Anal Play, Anal Fingering, Hand Jobs

Summary:

“Do you have a type?” Steve asks, lowering his voice and nuzzling deeper into his pillow. The motion brings him a hair’s breadth closer.

“I guess. Bigger than me?” Eddie clears his throat at the admission and shakes his head, “I—uh—like it if they look like they could overpower me. Maybe I've got daddy issues or something.”

Steve hums, nods and flicks his eyes up at the ceiling.

Eddie had an awesome night out in the city, that was until a hopeful hookup turned sour and he ended up stranded. Steve comes to his rescue the following day with Tommy in tow and the three of them have an unexpected night of their own.

Thanks for the rec!

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[wvks]

Camus I made you a playlist that you would have loved

[personastrologyhub]

The Journey Between What Was and What’s Next

So a little transparency post.

Right now, I’m at a transitional point in my life, and I love learning more and more about astrology because I realised how practical and fundamental it is in helping me understand myself better. I’m currently trying to really investigate and learn all there is about how each house manifests, looking into deeper interpretations of what we can learn about each part of life through the houses.

Lately, I’ve been exploring the 1st House with a lot of focus on the Ascendant. We already know that the Ascendant represents the lens through which we experience the world, so I won't get into detail about what it means assuming that we all know but nevertheless, I was looking into text and work from Howard Sasportas and I really love his perspective of the Ascendent describing it as the "maze" we navigate, which also holds clues to finding our way out. Out to greatness, and out to our sun, where we shine.

For example, as a Scorpio Ascendant, which you probably guessed, the moment I mentioned (investigate). I know there’s an association with uncovering truth. I have always been about trying to find out how things work and digging deeper, uncovering doors that people would rather leave closed.

The lens through which I see the world can sometimes be of depth, sometimes secrecy, but most importantly, it's through transformation. For me, my path involves, investigating my own inner fears and shadows, bringing them to the surface and then truly transforming by letting go of habits that no longer serve me and coming face to face with my own devil.

Doing so requires me to go deeper, to surrender and let go of control and trusting that things will work out for me, and that sometimes, things need to be destroyed so that you can rebuild.

There's a connection there, between the Ascendant and how we experience new beginnings —not just literal birth but every new phase, chapter, or transition in life will bring about or evoke the Ascendent. In the book, "The Houses" he suggests that early life experiences, particularly around birth, set the tone for how we approach these moments. For example, Capricorn/Saturn Ascendants may feel cautious or hesitant, rooted in early struggles or responsibilities tied to Saturnian energy.

Scorpio Rising on the other hand, are often marked by physical, emotional, or situational crises—a dramatic or difficult entrance into the world, may approach things with suspicion, lack of trust and the need to control everything.

I thought this was fascinating, and went to investigate and uncovered that during my birth, there was a real tussle between life and death for both my mother and me. When the doctors were delivering me, I was breached so they had to do a Emergency C section then things were going wrong and my heartbeat was raised, the process was so frantic that they accidentally dislocated my shoulder as i was being pulled out. My first baby pictures shows me in the hospital wearing a little baby sling. It’s fascinating how astrology can provide insights like this.

So for me as Scorpio is ruled by Pluto (modern) and Mars (traditional), both associated with transformation, survival, and regeneration.

Approach to New Beginnings:

Transitions for me often involve endings first—a symbolic death before rebirth.

Every new era in my life resonates with my instinct to dig deep, transform, and emerge stronger, much like the mythical phoenix rising from the ashes.

Starting this blog for me was really hard. IT WAS quite literally a tussle between my old self, thinking "will people want to read this, I'm not good enough or more knowledgeable enough than the other astrologers bloggers here and my new self that wants to rise into this new version of me where I am doing what I love to do. I snuggled immensely with cautiousness and inability to just let go and trust that it will all work out.

The Role of Intensity and Regeneration:

Scorpio Rising thrives in situations that push them to evolve. They may unconsciously attract or create circumstances that force them to confront their limits and grow.

Each new phase in life echoes the qualities of the Ascendant and the issues tied to our first house. These echoes are like subconscious patterns imprinted at birth that reawaken during transitions.

Aries Ascendant

Maze Created: Life is seen as a battleground where action, courage, and decisiveness are necessary. They interpret life as a place that rewards boldness and initiative.

Birth Symbolism: Often associated with quick or eventful births, Aries Ascendants may have entered the world energetically, perhaps as fighters, literally or figuratively.

Transitions: They approach new beginnings with enthusiasm but can rush headlong into situations without full consideration, often learning through trial and error.

Way Out: They must learn patience and strategy, realizing that not every situation requires immediate action or confrontation.

Taurus Ascendant

Maze Created: Life is seen as a place to seek security, comfort, and stability. They create patterns focused on holding onto what they have.

Birth Symbolism: Taurus Ascendants may have had slower, steadier births or situations where grounding and perseverance were required.

Transitions: They approach new phases cautiously, preferring to ensure stability before taking risks. They may resist change, needing time to feel secure in new beginnings.

Way Out: They must embrace change and let go of attachment to material and emotional security, learning that true stability comes from within.

For someone with Scorpio Rising, the story of their birth—literal or metaphorical—might hold keys to understanding their life’s themes. How do you feel about transitions? Do they mirror the intensity or struggle associated with birth? Are new beginnings met with a sense of profound transformation, or is there resistance tied to fear of change?

Understanding these patterns can offer deep insight into how we meet life and find ways to break free from the "maze" we’ve constructed.

[asgoodeasgold]

This scene always made me think of Klimt's The Kiss

📷 📷 Sky/Bad Wolf A Discovery of Witches (2021) s2 my edit and Klimt pic from Wikipedia (public domain).

[taking1nspiration]

Why was I unaware of this series till now?

Accidentally discovered this. Where can I watch the full series?

Anyone who has seen this already, please share your thoughts.

I am so into Matthew already. I seem to have a type Matthew Claimont, Elijah Mikaelson, Fitz. Darcy. I am discovering new things about me.

[free-grandmaa]

"Truth be told.. My eyes have no trouble changing colors. The birds in fact taught them everything they know..How to hold and care with caresses.."

[freshthoughts2020]

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[jaycatalyst]

Fighting for My Worth

The memories of who I used to be, Searching for things That never belonged to me. (My mind was stuck in a haze, Feeling so out of place.)

Trying to feel love In all the wrong places, Ignoring the lies That always faced me.

I just wanted to feel, Wanted a small taste Of what it felt like To belong to someone's heart space. Even if just for a moment, I would explore it— The arms of the wrong ones, Searching for love When there was none.

All I learned as a kid Was that good things happen If you take them, Hold them down, And they'll obey you easily.

How do I show her I love her now? Heal those old wounds Of my inner child. Tell her I love her, Tell her I’m proud of her— When you can't hug a reflection, Does this even make sense?

Running around, Learning to love myself Because I never knew how. Left for dead, my spirit— Still, I fought my way out of hell To become someone.

I don’t have money, Luxuries, or fame, But I can say I’ve built myself a home Where there was none.

Selfish now, I am, Because I know my worth as a woman. No more cages for me, My friend.

I fought this battle again today— I don’t like myself, No, not today. But don’t worry, tomorrow, I’ll fight again.

Every day, an endless battle Of finding and keeping my value. The healing road isn’t easy, But that’s what makes it profound.

[thatcrazyfandomgirl]

These soppy boys live rent free in my head

[theellasophia]

maybe life knew how quickly i'd run away from you as soon as i saw your first flaw. how easily i could run away from a person as soon as i saw their flaws.

i could go run and hide alone in my safe place where heartbreaks couldn't find me. for who could break my heart when they couldn't find me? alone was my safety net. i couldn't be hurt if i didn't open my net.

Part 2/5

Poem 29 of the My Poor Lady Collection by Ellasophia 🌸✨💚

[wvks]

my spotify profile

[vertigoartgore]

Viy (Konstantin Ershov & Georgi Kropachyov, Russia, 1967)

A New Leaf (Elaine May, USA, 1971)

Yokohama-BJ-Blues (Eiichi Kudô, Japan, 1981)

Dulces Horas (Carlos Saura, Spain, 1982)

Eyes of Fire (Avery Crounse, USA, 1983)

Local Hero (Bill Forsyth, UK, 1983)

Hachiko Monogatari (Seijirō Kōyama, Japan, 1987)

An Autumn’s Tale (Mabel Cheung, Hong Kong, 1987)

Door (Banmei Takahashi, Japan, 1988)

Beijing Watermelon (Nobuhiko Ōbayashi, Japon, 1989)

My Heart is That Eternal Rose (Patrick Tam Kar-Ming, Hong Kong, 1989)

A Moment of Romance (Benny Chan, Hong Kong, 1990)

Hardware (Richard Stanley, UK 1990)

The Commitments (Alan Parker, UK, 1991)

Musuko/My Sons (Yoji Yamada, Japon, 1991)

Supermarket Woman (Juzo Itami, Japan, 1996)

Best in Show (Christopher Guest, USA, 2000)

He Died with a Felafel in His Hand (Richard Lowenstein, Australia, 2001)

Blue Spring (Toshiaki Toyoda, Japan, 2001)

Save the Green Planet! (Jang Joon-hwan, Corea, 2003)

Top 20 Movies discovered in 2024 (but not released in 2024).

[adiraofthetals]

Two days ago @ashlexzz asked me a question they wanted to know and wanted to ask me for a while.

The question was: If you could only pick one fandom and you can't be in the other one ever again, which one would you pick? Discovery or Eureka.

Me: Can I still simp over Blu?

Ash: Yes.

Me: *No hesitation* Eureka. It's Eureka. It's the better show.

Me: The stakes aren't as high, and Discovery honestly puts the stakes up way too high. Like we can and will die at any moment. Eureka doesn't do that. Sometimes, sure, but we get crazy hijinks more than we are all going to die.

Ash: That's fair.