#luda sam

[ludashiki]

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[belog-grada-crna-princeza]

Samo sam luda.

Ostani, šapućem ti. Ne čuješ me. Pružam ruku, prebrzo se vrtimo, smetaju mi svetla i buka i muzika koja trešti sa zvučnika. Sweet dreams are made of this/Who am I to disagree? Čini mi se da se smeješ ali daleko si. Želim da sve uspori, da stane, želim da siđemo sa ringišpila i pobegnemo što dalje od svega ovoga. Daleko si i to mi se ne dopada. Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to get used by you/ Some of them want to abuse you. Some of them want to be abused. Odjednom mi prolazi kroz glavu sećanje: stojimo na kiši i ti me uvlačiš u zagrljaj. Ništa mi ne treba, samo tvoje prisustvo. Ne znaš da je kiša danas slana. Obuzima me adrenalin, trčim, preskačem barice dok mi se nogavice natapaju vodom. Zoveš mi ime, ali ja čujem samo automobile i prokletu kišu i neko zujanje koje postaje sve glasnije. Svet mi se okreće. Krećem da padam, osećam nečije ruke kako me hvataju. Katarina? Ne mogu da progovorim. Katarina, šta ti je? Šta to bi? Tresem se. Odustaješ, grliš me. Samo sam luda. Znaš. Znaš da sam samo luda, zar ne? Ne idi. Ne idi. Ne idi. Ali ne govorim to, ne govorim ništa. I ti ćutiš. Ostajemo tako, ni sama ne znam koliko dugo, ali znam da nas ljudi zaobilaze, čujem korake i nervozno mrmljanje i kišu koja ne prestaje. Hajde, prehladićeš se. Vodiš me do stana, skidaš me, idemo do kupatila. Topla voda, tuš, tvoje ruke. Bademantil. Kauč. Ponovo tvoje ruke. Ne gledam te. Ne smem da te pogledam. Ljubiš me u kosu. U redu je, kažeš. Znam, kažeš. I ja ispuštam dah koji zadržavam, pa, čini mi se čitav život. Tada sam ti bila blizu, sada smo tako, tako daleko. Ne dopada mi se što ti ne vidim lice, ne dopadaju mi se ljudi koji vrište, ni moj impuls da odvežem ovaj pojas i razbijem se dole pred svima njima. Da li ćeš skočiti za mnom? Koliko još puta će mi sa usana sići iste reči? Samo sam luda. Ne idi. Samo sam luda. Sada bih bila bilo gde, samo ne ovde, idemo protiv vetra i to me uznemirava. Nigde ne stižemo i to me uznemirava. Noge mi ne osećaju tlo i to me uznemirava. Pružam ti ruku i odjednom osećam tvoju. Ringišpil usporava. Silazimo. Naslanjam se na tebe. - „Je li sve u redu?” - „Jeste, samo joj je malo muka” - govoriš čoveku koji proverava karte. I u pravu si. Muka mi je, od ovih ljudi, od ovog mesta, od ove glave koja na repeat vrti sećanja i sve buduće scenarije u kojima ostajem bez tebe. Ja ne mogu jednu vožnju ringišpilom da preživim. Meni je sve toliko strašno, nepodnošljivo; sve me neprestano preplavljuje, sve je naprosto neizdrživo. Ali, ništa tako kao pomisao na svet pre tebe. Ništa tako kao pomisao na svet bez tebe. Ništa tako kao tvoja daljina. Stiže taksi, ulazimo. Stavljam ti glavu na rame. Taksista pita kako je na vašaru ove godine. Ma znate, standardno, čujem kako odgovaraš. Standardno. Standardno. Ponavljam tu reč dok ne stignemo ispred tvojih vrata. Ponavljam je dok ne upalimo maleno svetlo u hodniku i ugasimo ono u sobi. Ponavljam je dok ne legnemo ispod čaršava, dok se pravim da spavam čekajući da ti zaspiš jer volim da ti gledam u zatvorene kapke, ponavljam je u ritmu tvog disanja, ponavljam je dok i mene san najzad ne savlada. Standardno. I sve dok je tako, dobro je.

- Katarina

[acebytaemin]

today at work meeting this older full of himself dude was trying to belittle me and my role in us getting this project and i interrupted him twice to let him know it was ME who did it and when he couldn’t deny it he was like ‘ah well doesn’t matter anyway’ oh Dude….. oh fuck with me i double dare you

[pravi-put]

Onaj osećaj kad ti život "nije" dovoljno interesantan i komplikovan, i kad naravno nemaš puno obaveza jer radiš samo dva posla pa odlučiš da uz to pokreneš vlastiti biznis.

😱😎

[milkteahood]

texas heat

Thomas Hewitt x fem!reader

Warning: smut! minors dni!!!

Summary: basically a smut with a plot

Sweat broke on your forehead as you wiped it still half asleep. It was terribly hot to even rest. As your eyes opened and started to adjust to the darkness around you, thoughts about the whole situation were still fresh in your mind. How long has it been? You thought to yourself. A few months maybe? 4? 5?

You stopped counting the days after the first few weeks. What for anyway? It wasn’t like you were ever leaving.

***

“Come on boys! We are completely lost!” your friend spoke, gesturing with her hands.

“It’s fine! It’s all good. A little detour” the driver laughed without a care in the world.

“That’s right Sam! Stop being so difficult. Look, Y/N isn’t saying anything” the other guy talked from the passenger’s seat.

At the mention of your name, you looked up from your book, and then quickly got back to it. You weren’t actually reading, but they weren’t paying attention to that. If they did, they would’ve seen you didn’t turn any page in the last 5 minutes. Pretending was just a good excuse to be out of this circus of conversation.

You didn’t consider any of them your friends. And you were sure they didn’t think of you as that either. They were Sam’s friends. And Sam was your friend out of convenience, just as you were to her. You wanted to travel, and she didn’t want to be the only girl on the trip.

“Come on Y/N!” Sam started “whose side are you on?”

“Maybe we should stop and ask for directions” you finally raised a point.

“Yeah? And where the fuck would we stop for that?” the driver asked “there is nothing around here!”

A sigh escaped your lips and you finally put the book down, looking out the window. Then, suddenly, you pressed your finger on the window, gesturing in the distance “there, it looks like a house”.

Little did any of you know this was the beginning of a whole new chapter in your life.

***

Rubbing your eyes, you looked at the little clock on your nightstand. 11:30 pm it said. It wasn’t that late, yet you couldn’t remember when you fell asleep. Realistically, the only one still awake was Thomas. The thought of that made you freeze in place. Oh yes, you thought to yourself again the summer isn’t the only reason I can’t sleep.

Another sigh left your lips. You didn’t think you would end up in this situation. Spared by a bunch of cannibals for the sole reason you smacked the driver when he started insulting Thomas.

***

“Hello?” the driver’s friend… Jason? Jack? Jeremy? J something. You couldn’t remember. Your name memory was never your strongest suit.

“Hello?” J began knocking again. And a second time. Just before knocking for a 3rd time, a woman opened the door.

“Yes? Who are you?” she spoke.

“Oh hello ma’am!” Sam approached “we are completely lost. We were wondering if you could give us any directions”

Luda Mae looked all of you up and down before speaking “come inside. You will die of the heat before you get any directions”

The boys looked at each other and you looked at Sam. But ultimately decided to follow the lady inside.

***

The memories were still fresh and you were sure they would be for the rest of your life. As you lay on your back, looking around the room, you felt your heart skip a beat as another thought made itself apparent. Thomas. Or better said. Your crush on Thomas. In the past month or so, you tried your best to get close to him. You offered to help with everything and anything he needed. Yet, he did his best to avoid you. You weren’t dumb, you knew exactly why. He was absolutely terrified at the idea you’re just fucking around. Lying. Being nice to him so he wouldn’t kill you.

“For fucks sake Thomas. I was nice to you even before I knew you butchered people for a living” you whispered yelled alone, in your room.

***

“So kids, how did you end up here?” Luda Mae asked, trying to see if you would make a good addition to the Hewitt meat supply. Were you going somewhere? Was someone important waiting for you? What was the chance of people coming to look for you? Those were important questions that needed answers. They couldn’t risk killing someone that could potentially lead the police to them.

As the conversation was unfolding, the driver and J became more and more impatient to leave, and your head cocked when hearing some footsteps. Before you realized it, this massive man was sitting in the doorway, breathing heavily, not saying a word.

“Oh Tommy! Look! We have guests” Luda Mae said, looking at her son. Thomas was tall, a huge man, his apron covered in blood.

“Oh fuck! What the fuck is that? He looks like—” the driver said but didn’t get to finish whatever insults he was going to spew because you smacked him.

“Just shut up. For once. Not everything revolves around you and your daddy’s money. You can’t just speak this way to people” you said, while he looked you completely shocked. No one has ever dared speak to him that way. Let alone slap him.

And that was the moment Luda Mae decided you would be the only one left alive.

***

The floor was cooler than the bed. You stood up and looked at yourself in the mirror. It was so dark you could barely see, only managing to make out your silhouette. You stood there for a while, thinking of what you should do.

You liked Thomas from the moment you saw him. You tried to befriend him but all he did was ignore you. On the occasions he actually had to interact with you, he looked so tense, like he was on the verge of exploding. You tried to give him space, but it wasn’t really helping. And now you were pacing around your room, unable to sleep because all you wanted was Thomas. The man who killed your “friends”.

What the fuck is wrong with me… he’s a murderer, his whole family is crazy.

Yes and so are you. I mean, you’re not running. You think he’s hot. This man could dismember you in a heartbeat and you think he is attractive. Talk about fucked up.

You frowned at your own thoughts. Thomas wasn’t a monster. He did what he had to. Yet what was your excuse? Falling for him?

Your heart started racing. Yes, you were falling for him.

After what seemed like an eternity, you went out of your room, down the stairs and into the living room. You stopped in front of the basement stairs and listened. Thomas was definitely still down there and it was now or never.

In the basement Thomas was still butchering some meat, not hearing you walk in over the sound of his cleaver. He didn’t like you coming there, he always thought you would judge him, mock him even.

“Thomas” you spoke, your voice making him stop with the cleaver still in the air. He lowered it and turned to you, not saying anything.

“It’s late Thomas. Maybe you should call it a day” you spoke softly, almost afraid to startle him.

You didn’t get a response. Then, he just turned around and continued what he was doing.

This made you frown and it hurt a little. Maybe he was not liking you as much as you liked him. Maybe he didn’t like you at all. However this couldn’t be further from the truth. He did like you. A lot. Which is why he was so scared to be around you.

You bit your lip, a little too hard, and decided to approach him. The second your hand touched his arm, Thomas completely froze. His body was incredibly tense and all he managed to do was look at you.

“Did I do something to upset you?” you tilted your head “you always seem to ignore me. I’m sorry if I upset you at all”.

Thomas’s wide widened. You were apologizing to him? What for? You thought he was mad at you? But how could he? He grunted back at you. In the beginning it was very difficult to understand him, but now you could make up the words he was saying. He said no.

“Well then what is it?” you pressed him, gently rubbing his arm. His eyes looked like they could come out of his head, immediately shifting his gaze away from you, almost shaking.

“Thomas, Tommy, oh no” you reached for his other hand which was still tight around the cleaver. Gesturing for him to let it go, you managed to turn him so he’d face you. “You’re ok. Everything is ok” you said, looking at him. “I didn’t mean to make you feel awkward. I’m sorry. I will go upstairs” you gave him a bit of a sad smile and turned to walk away. Yet, you didn’t get to take two steps before he stopped you. As you turned to him, he gave you another grunt. Stay. This one meant stay.

Both of you were blushing. Your brave girl facade paled the moment you felt his hand around your arm. Compared to him, you were incredibly tiny and for that, he treated you as if you were made of glass. Because to him, you were.

You stepped in front of him, both of you looking at each other. You learned to be gentle with him, maybe even more gentle than he was with you. Because unlike you, he never had people not be terrified of him.

Smiling, you cupped his face in your hands, which caught him off guard, but he didn’t stop you. For whatever reason, you were here, you didn’t try to run away, and you were kind to him. Before he knew it, he was leaning into your touch.

“Tommy?”

He opened his eyes, waiting for you to continue.

“I really like you, Thomas”

His now open eyes were widened, staring at you, almost looking through you, waiting to see any shred of dishonesty. But there was none. You were genuine. He then couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with you. How could you like him? No. He didn’t care. You liked him. And he was going to take it.

He didn’t realize some time passed without giving you an answer, which caused you to mumble another apology. He, however, didn’t let you finish. You soon found yourself in a hug. A very tight hug. Which you happily reciprocated.

After pulling away, you both looked at each other and without much of a second thought, you pulled the other into a kiss. It was reckless and full of built up frustrations on both parts. You were the first to pull away.

“Thomas.. it’s difficult to kiss you with that mask on”

He didn’t say anything and looked away. He didn’t want to show you. There was finally something he had and showing you his face might ruin it. He grunted a no.

“Please..” you pleaded while cupping his face again.

He damned himself for being so weak around you. You looked sad and a little disappointed. He let out a huge sigh and slowly took off his mask, letting it fall on the floor and completely avoiding your gaze. Whatever disgusted face you made, he didn’t want to see. Only if he looked to see it was not disgust but love.

“Fuck me you’re handsome” was all you said before pulling him in and kissing him again. He looked like a deer in headlights, but quickly melted into your kiss, picking you up and placing you on his workbench.

Your legs were wrapped around him, your hands pulling at his hair while he was tightly holding you by your waist. You felt his erection press against you, so you pushed yourself closer to him, which caused Thomas to grunt and moan into the kiss.

Thomas was the one to pull away this time, spending some time admiring you. Slowly, you started to unbutton his shirt “you can help me with mine if you want” you said a little flustered.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Once you felt his excitement, you knew Thomas was coming out of his shell. Soon enough yours and his shirts were thrown on the floor, and you were making out on the cold and hard workbench. You didn’t care, you also didn’t care that his grips wound leave bruises. You just wanted him. He cupped your breast, gently squeezing, earning himself a moan from you and the confirmation that he is doing it right.

“Please Tommy” you whined between kisses, tugging at his belt.

He wanted to so bad. But what if he hurt you? He had no what what he was doing. But how could he resist you? His whole body was shaking, you were begging him to have sex with you. Him. He pulled away from the kiss and quickly undid his belt and pants, making himself moan as he pulled his cock out. Your heart skipped a beat seeing Thomas naked in front of you. You look off your underwear and pull him into another kiss.

You didn’t think much before starting to palm his length, causing him to moan into your mouth. Thomas started thrusting as you were stroking him. He could cum just like that, but you wanted more. And he did too.

As your back rested on the cold table, Thomas climbed on top of you, neither daring to break the kiss. You couldn’t even wrap your legs around him, a detail he found really cute. He pulled away from the kiss only to look at your expression again. Was this really ok? Is this really what you wanted? You looked so beautiful and so turned on. Rubbing yourself against his erection was all the confirmation he needed before slowly starting to push his cock into you.

Feeling him inside you completely knocked the air out of you, immediately kissing him again, moaning into his mouth. Your figure, your voice, your shaking body were making Thomas go feral. His grunts on the other hand made your whole stomach feel hot. Thomas was thrusting into you, firmly holding your waist with one hand and supporting himself up with the other. Your arms were wrapped around his back, face buried into his neck, trying to muffle your moans.

He was hitting all the right spots, causing your mind to go blank and your nails to dig into his skin. Once his voice became shakier, you knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Oh fuck…” you moaned and he responded by thrusting even harder. It was almost as if your every moan was making Thomas go more feral.

His rhythm was becoming more erratic, signaling that he was getting closer.

“It ok Tommy” you said between moans “I want you. Fill me up, please Tommy”.

Saying that was enough to push him over the edge. After a few more thrusts he came with a low, guttural moan, completely intoxicated by you.

You were both panting and looking at each other afterward. He couldn’t believe what just happened. Were you a dream? No. You were there, smiling at him. Did that mean you were his now? Yes. Most definitely.

He picked you up off of the table, squeezing you close to him. He was still panting and so were you, yet, both happy and finally content.

[haveyouheardthisband]

[dogboytim]

ok I have a another idea can you write Thomas Hewitt with a teen daughter who is in a relationship! Also love your work ❤️❤️❤️

Ok this one may be odd but I work all the time so uh. I hope it’s good. I don’t know if you mean like the reader being the daughter or the reader being Thomas’ partner. So I’m going with the second one. If you want me to write the first one too just let me know!

Amelia. That was the name Thomas had given your daughter. She had become his whole world the day she was born. He spoiled her. Well, the entire family did. She was the first baby girl in the family since Luda Mae. So they made a really big deal out of it.

Though as Amelia grew older, Thomas began to worry. He could deny it all he wanted but you knew something was eating at him. It got worse when you insisted on sending her to school. You had a friend in a nearby city that let you use her address to enroll Amelia. See, Thomas was used to being around his daughter 24/7. He needed to know that she was ok at all times. Sending her to school was a big jump for him. Her first day of High school was even worse. Thankfully, he seemed to worry less as her time in school went on.

“Hey, question.” Amelia looked at you as she got off the bus. “Um, could I bring Sam back to the house to meet dad?” Sam? You looked behind your daughter, locking eyes with the brunette boy. Amelia had only been in high school for two months and she already had a boyfriend? Or had they been together since middle school?

“Of course.” You smiled. You knew Thomas wouldn’t hurt the boy. Especially if he was Amelia’s significant other. He wouldn’t be happy about it but he needed to accept that she was growing up. She was a freshman in high school now. Of course she was going to start dating.

The two teenagers got in the back of the car. Both were nervous. Amelia more so than Sam. She had a reason to be with her fathers’ particular line of work. You just hoped Thomas would take the news well.

Sam seemed a bit shocked when the three of you arrived at the house. Both by how far out the family lived and by the size of the house. You couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Alright. I’ll go get your father while you introduce Sam to Luda Mae.” Amelia nodded, grabbing Sam by the wrist and leading him in to the kitchen. That left you to go down to the basement and break the news to Thomas.

Your husband was, as usual, working. His hands covered in blood. You’d have to make him clean up before he met Sam. It didn’t take long for Thomas to spot you. He gently wrapped you up in a hug, placing loving kissing all over your face.

“Amelia is in the kitchen.” You managed to get out between the kisses. “But you’ve got to clean up. She brought her boyfriend over to meet you.” His eyes nearly doubled in size. You could feel him get tense. A boyfriend meant that Amelia could get her heart broken and he didn’t want his little girl to suffer through that. Despite his worries, he did clean up to look somewhat presentable to Sam.

As the two of you entered the kitchen, you could see Sam practically shrink in his seat when he saw Thomas. Amelia seemed less nervous and more excited to see her father. She was nothing if not a daddy’s girl.

“Sam, this is my dad.” She introduced. “Dad, this is same. We’ve been together since middle school last year.” Thomas held his hand out to the boy, trying his best not to chase the boy off. No matter how much he actually wanted to. Sam took his hand, quickly shaking it.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, sir.” He smiled. “Amelia is an incredibly smart woman. If it weren’t for her help, I wouldn’t have passed science last year.” Thomas huffed. He knew the boy was trying way too hard now. As if sensing the tension between the two men, Luda Mae brought out some food. You and Amelia gave her a questioning glance before she silently confirmed that it wasn’t human meat.

Dinner passed smoothly. Sam became more confident and began to tell everyone about how he and Amelia first met. Though Thomas still tried to kill the boy with nothing more than a mere glare. It would probably take a few more visits for Thomas to actually get used to him.

The real issue was the goodbye kiss Sam gave Amelia when his parents came to pick him up. That made Thomas really upset. So upset, in fact, that he had to go down to the basement to let off steam. Amelia frowned, giving you a worried look. You assured her that you’d handle it and she needed to go to bed for school.

“Thomas.” You stopped on the bottom step, watching him rip and tear at the corpse on the table. “Can I talk to you for a moment?” He stopped, giving you enough Tim to walk over and gently grab his arm. He seemed to ease up at this.

“Thomas, I know you don’t like the fact that she has a boyfriend but she’s growing up. She’s wanting to experiment and try new things.” You smiled softly. “She’s genuinely loves that boy and I’m sure if they do break up, you’ll be the first person she runs to.” He just had to accept that killing him would be off the table.

He pulled down his mask, kissing your forehead. It was a gesture that you had come to learn meant that he understood you. Neither of you were ready for Amelia to grow up. Then again, no parent ever was.

[zauvjek-svoja]

Sad da ti pokazem ljubav

Ti bi se naglas smejao

Mislio da sam luda

Mislio da si sanjao

Sad da ti pokazem ljubav

To vise ne bi bilo to

Ma ni ti me takvu nikada

Vise ne bi voleo

[zeephyre]

CR3 EPISODE 98 SPOILERS

???????????? im not sure where to start or end.

lets just start with how incredibly beautiful the cast looked at the live show. and how much i enjoyed seeing both brennan and aabria present (we will get to brennan again in a second)

as far as the actual episode, i think this episode is both one of the best episodes and one of my favourite episodes. dominox's visions were brutal but it was really interesting seeing how the hells handled them. chetney and dorian seemed the most affected, and honestly chetney's was the most mindfuck-y, but the way that ashton and imogen just got to the root of the manipulation, trying to reach out to dominox.... *chefs kiss*

i loved the mystery of this episode... smth abt how creepy dominox is and bells hells going back and forth on what they should do with it/him/her. dominox manifesting as a little girl was so??? creepy but also the greatest shit ever, i found it so compelling and far scarier than the big scary demon form. something something the corruption of innocence something something

it is really fucked up to give ashton that fcg vision just after sam got back to the table... like that was just twisting the knife deeper and deeper.

we NEED to lock braius up or something, i thought fearne was the most horny poly pc with chetney but GOD he really locked tf in as soon as he took bells hells in. in all seriousness i cannot wait for more braius (in like....a fucking MONTH I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE). interested in whatever the fuck he's got going on with dorian, ashton and fearne... will need him to flirt with chetney cause we didnt get around to it.

speaking of fearne... teven saying they're bound together and expressing desire to have her join him in the hells... love toxic romance idc. also him saying he's bound to a lot of people and then fearne saying SHE IS TOO??? can y;all stop the ship wars now please how much more explicit can fearne get about being poly and not wanting or needing to CHOOSE. hell... ashton literally keeps flriting with other dudes, i.e: essek, and now braius. HERE'S HOW POLY HELLS CAN FINALLY BECOME REAL.

bells hells morality in question is always my favourite bit at the table becausse like... they're good people, i guess but really they care more about each other than other people. (and then theres orym who is just a little guy with trauma... he'll match our freak eventually)

LUDINUS APPEARANCE WAS SO INCREDIBLY INSANE LIKE HE WAS WAY TOO CASUAL ABOUT IT AND THAT WAS SO FUNNY TO ME. GOD. AM I IN LOVE WITH LUDA??? (a little yeah). tag teaming dominox with ludinus is literally the greatest shit ever i am so SO sorry keyleth i know we were supposed to kill him on sight or whatever (and they did attack him immediately) but i want to ask him my silly little questions.

i have never thought that ludinus was... wrong, idealogically, as the discourse can have us going in circles, i mostly just dont like people who murder hundreds for their own agendas. however comma i do love a motivated hot old man with religious trauma.

whatever the hell ludinus found... if it shifts bells hells' reality to the point they join him (unlikely but not totally impossible) i will lose my fucking mind. regardless i WANT ludinus to do what he said he said he wanted to do -- show exandria what the gods want BURIED.

brennan... brennan please reveal your secrets to me. please. pleas.e nwow. pleae brewnan. im begging,

anyway, is it thursday yet (AFTER TWO WEEKS GOD WTF)

[utilitycaster]

I think you've mentioned that you don't like making up nicknames for CR villains. What do you think of the cast starting to use Luda more?

Honestly don't mind it at all. It's kind of funny, it's a Ludacris joke which I appreciate, and this is an exploration into a list of my idiosyncratic annoyances that no one asked for but I'm way less bothered by spoken nicknames than typed ones. Like, I think I said earlier, I didn't mind Sam saying "robit" about FCG but it irritated me when it was typed out.

A lot of nicknames and other things that, for lack of a better way to put it, that end up annoying me tend to be like...casual signifiers that whatever writing is coming is just not very good, in my opinion? Like this is all very general, from limited experience, and by no means 100% accurate but like..."Luda" people are usually just thinking about 2000s rap, which is extremely valid. Luddy/Ludi and variants people tend to have very surface level opinions. Lud can be just lazy typing but this is also the preferred moniker among people who desperately want to fuck him (note: these judgements are based on text body; i get with tags sometimes you have to shorten things). "Robit" annoyed me because it tended to be overly cutesy and also result in surface level or overly angsty takes. I don't think I've ever seen anyone who calls Brennan Lee Mulligan "BLeeM" post anything original enough to bother reblogging. "Ickythong" and "Ikithot" tended to also be signifiers of really surface level opinions that didn't actually want to talk about Caleb as a complicated person but rather as some kind of sad little baby boy terrorized by shadowy evil. And so on. Like, I don't think it's causative at all, it's just a weird correlation that more often than not signifies "this block of text will say precisely nothing interesting." Which in turn means that cast can say whatever because they are usually the originators and also they're not writing meta.

[citaatii]

"Bila je jedina koju sam hteo zvati kad god se

probudim u gluvo doba noći, čak i onda kad je druga devojka spavala pored mene. Za nju je bila svaka pesma uz koju sam se napio svaki put kad sam je čuo. Bila je luda i jedinstvena.

Nepopravljiva i bezobrazno ravnodušna. Posebna.

Smehom je sakrivala strah, ponosom slabost. Bila je neko ko ne zna ostati. I nije ostala, nikada. A voleo sam je. I ona je mene volela.l,svi su to znali, osim nas."✨️

[belog-grada-crna-princeza]

Ljubav je samo reč i ništa više (?)

Ima li razlike između ljubavi i potrebe? Možda je glupo što ovo pišem, ali bez tebe mogu da dišem. Mogu, ali s tobom je lepše, stvarnije, smislenije. Ljubav nije korist, a bezuslovna ljubav - to je pleonazam. Kada je drugačija, nije ljubav. Ljubav je kad te pusti u svoj svet i ti ne bi promenio ništa, jer ona ne bi bila ista... A ti želiš da je ona - ona, najviše ona što može biti. Njeno sunce dočekuješ s osmehom i plešeš u njenim olujama. Ljubav je i kad joj pružiš ruku i sprovedeš je kroz samo vama vidljivu kapiju u svetove koje nije mogla da zamisli. Na dlan joj položiš ključeve da može otići, a ona ih zaturi negde, jer joj se odavde ne odlazi. Ljubav je slobodna i luda i sigurna i mirna. Svojeglava pre svega, bez želje da joj se išta nametne; ali pravedna jer to i pruža. Ljubav nisu očekivanja, prilagođavanja, kompromisi... Ljubav je kad ti je nezamislivo da ikad namerno povrediš to biće. Kad bi poslednju kap vode u pustinji dao njemu ili njoj i nikad ne bi ostao žedan.

Ona je promena, ne da bi se uklopila u nečiji ram, već prosto uz nju nestaju svi strahovi, sumnje, izgovori, oklopi, zidovi. Spušta mač i štit i ti činiš isto; time postajete duše, bez ega i večnost, bez početka i kraja. Ostaje poverenje, ono istinsko, koje počiva na najdubljem poznavanju. Možeš da joj se prepustiš jer je ona-ona, ona se tebi prepušta jer si ti-ti. Sačinjena je od delića ali odjednom je slagalica cela, odjednom ima smisla. Srca vam kucaju svako u svom ritmu, a opet u savršenoj harmoniji; jin i jang. Ti nisi ona, ona nije ti, ali mi jesmo...

Ljubav je i prvo lice množine. I jednačina u kojoj sam ja x, a ti y, ali bez nas nema rešenja. Nismo slepi i gluvi za druge, ali oni ipak prestaju da postoje. Spoznaja da je svet (na)stao zbog nas. Vreme prestaje da bude prošlost ili budućnost, godine brojimo od našeg susreta. Sve što sam doživela, doživela sam da bih tebi ispričala; cilj tvojih pohoda je bio da ih podeliš sa mnom. Ljubav je oproštaj, a da se nismo pošteno ni naljutili. Ljutimo se radi reda, to je deo igre, gde svako dobija. Ona je u suštini: igra sa dva pobednika. I svako ko igra neke druge igre; gubi i kad dobije. Mi ne možemo izgubiti. Ljubav je kad želim da raj postoji jer na ovom svetu nema dovoljno godina za nas i priznanje da i da postoji, ne bi nadmašio ni jedan naš minut. Ljubav je kad shvatim da sve pre nje nije bilo to i kad ni jedno ime osim njenog više ne želim na svojim usnama. Kada si me poznavao prvi put kad si me ugledao i oči koje su na prvo "zdravo" već uzele za sebe sve moje tajne.

Ne, ona nije reč. Ona se ne može staviti u reči jer je ona... sve.

-Katarina

[acebytaemin]

i was going to say if i looked like lino i would be a MENACE but the thing is he’s already using it to his advantage fully. 100% menace mode has definitely been activated

[leylaslittleworld]

ne želim da se kaješ, niti da se pokaješ.

Ne želim da me pozoveš kada shvatiš šta si izgubio i da mi se ponovo vratiš.

Čak ne želim ni da patiš, niti da me pamtiš.

Zaboravi me. Stvarno!

Koliko god ova moja luda glava vjerovala i ovo srce žarko kucalo za sve one momente koje smo proveli zajedno, za sve one noći kada smo plakali od smijeha i sve one interne šale koje su samo s tobom dobile smisao, koliko god to živjelo u mojoj glavi, ne želim da ti živiš u njoj, a ni sa mnom.

Neka momenti ostano upravo to, momenti.

Da te se ponekad sjetim, da te u tijelu osjetim, da se sjećam onog čovjeka koji je u meni ponovo probudio proljeće u hladnoj jeseni.

Ostani prvi čovjek ispred čijeg imena sam uvijek dodavala “moj”, a od svega najmanje si moj bio. Ostani neko čiji sam susret jedva čekala, na čije sam pozive ushićeno odgovarala, o čijem sam djetetu maštala..

Ostani. Okreni se. Odlazi.

Opraštam ti, samo više ne dolazi.

Zavoljela sam vuka u čijim sam očima vidjela lane. Znaš li, zbog tebe sam prvi put zavoljela nečije mane..

Negiram da te volim, ovo ljubavi vidjelo nije, samo eto kako ja kažem neka čudna povezanost, samo nama poznata, samo nama prihvatljiva i samo je nas do temelja spalila

My love, opraštam ti,

Opraštam ti i opraštam se od tebe i

od one male djevojčice,

ženu si napravio vuče s dušom laneta.

- o čovjeku zbog čijeg bih osmijeha svijet spalila

[belmasworld]

Sad da ti pokažem ljubav

Ti bi se naglas smejao

Mislio da sam luda

Mislio da si sanjao

Sad da ti pokažem ljubav

To više ne bi bilo to

Ma ni ti me takvu nikada

Više ne bi voleo

[iamonlywoman]

"Nikad neću biti ono što drugi hoće, ostavite me na miru. Smejaću se ako sam srećna i vrištati ako sam luda. Ne znaš ti to. Ali ujutru kad se pogledam u ogledalo, prepoznajem sebe i zadovoljna sam sobom." Frida Kalo