#no matter how hard I try I just DONT GET IT

[alittlegiraffe]

hii, i love ur stories! your writing is perfection. i have an idea for a story, you don’t have to do it if you dont want to.

could it be marshall’s and y/n anniversary, y/n forgets because she’s been busy with work and looking after the kids. marshall remembers the anniversary but is upset that y/n forgot but he didn’t say anything about how he felt. y/n sees he’s upset and comforts him with her love.

Title: "Unspoken"

You’d been running around all day, barely stopping to breathe. The kids had been extra energetic, the house was a mess, and between cleaning up spills and breaking up little arguments, you hadn't had a second to yourself. By the time dinner rolled around, you were exhausted, but something felt… off.

Marshall had been quiet. Not in the way he usually was when he was lost in thought, but in a way that made your stomach twist. He answered when you spoke to him, helped get the kids settled, even kissed your temple when he walked past—but there was a distance.

It was only when you finally sat down, the house quiet, that it hit you. Your anniversary.

Your breath caught in your throat.

How could you forget?

Your heart pounded as you glanced at him across the room. He was sitting on the couch, his elbows on his knees, fingers laced together, staring at the floor like he was deep in thought.

“Marshall?” Your voice was soft, careful.

He looked up, his blue eyes locking onto yours. “Yeah?”

Guilt twisted in your gut. You stood, crossing the room to sit beside him. “I…” You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “I forgot, didn’t I?”

For a second, he didn’t say anything. Then, he exhaled through his nose, giving a small shrug. “It’s fine.”

It wasn’t.

“Marshall.” You reached for his hand, but he didn’t move to hold yours like he usually would. That made your stomach drop. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know how I—”

“It’s fine.” He said it again, but his jaw was tight, his fingers flexing like he wanted a cigarette but knew better.

You studied him, your chest aching. He wasn’t the type to make a big deal out of anniversaries. Hell, half the time, he was the one who forgot. But this year was different. You should’ve realized that.

This was his first anniversary sober. The first one he actually cared about.

“Marshall…” You tried again, softer now. “Talk to me.”

He let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Ain’t nothin’ to talk about.”

“That’s not true.” You reached for him again, and this time, he let you take his hand. “You’re upset.”

His fingers tightened around yours, his head dropping forward. “I just… I guess I thought this year would be different,” he admitted, his voice quiet, raw. “I never gave a fuck before, so it never mattered. But now…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Guess it’s stupid.”

Your throat tightened. “It’s not stupid,” you whispered.

He was trying. He had been trying so damn hard, and you’d been too caught up in everything else to see what today meant to him.

You shifted closer, lifting a hand to cup his face. He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing for a second before he let out a slow breath.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” you murmured. “I should’ve remembered.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Then, his fingers brushed over your wrist, a silent forgiveness.

“You’re here now,” he muttered. “That’s what matters.”

You weren’t going to let this moment pass. You weren’t going to let him feel like he was alone in this.

“Let me make it up to you,” you whispered. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

His eyes darkened just slightly, something else flickering in them now. Possession. Need.

“You sure about that?” His voice was low.

You nodded.

Marshall gave a slow smirk, but there was something softer beneath it. “Then come here.”

And you did.

You barely had time to react before Marshall pulled you into his lap, his arms locking around you like he needed to feel you close. His grip was firm, possessive, like he was afraid you’d slip away if he let go.

You didn’t fight it. You didn’t want to.

“I hate that I forgot,” you murmured, pressing your forehead against his.

He let out a breath, his hands sliding up your back. “Yeah,” he admitted, his voice quieter now, the edge of frustration giving way to something more vulnerable. “Me too.”

Your fingers tangled in the short hair at the back of his head. “I love you.”

His jaw clenched, his arms tightening just slightly. He hadn’t pulled away from you, hadn’t told you it was fine again, but you could feel how much it had hurt him. The fact that he’d never cared before made it worse—because now, he did.

You cupped his face, tilting it up so he had to look at you. His blue eyes were darker in the dim light, sharp but uncertain, like he didn’t know how to tell you what he needed.

So you told him instead.

“I should’ve known this was important to you,” you whispered. “I won’t forget again.”

He exhaled slowly, his fingers digging into your hips. “Good.” His voice was rough, but his touch softened, tracing slow circles against your skin. “’Cause I’m never lettin’ you forget again.”

A small smirk played on your lips. “Oh yeah?”

His expression shifted—still serious, still raw, but there was something else there now. That quiet, unspoken obsession that lived between you both. The way he needed you, even when he didn’t say it out loud.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your jaw, then your neck. “You’re mine, right?”

Your breath hitched. “You know I am.”

He hummed against your skin. “Then prove it.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine. He wasn’t asking for an apology—he was claiming you, reminding you what you meant to him. And you weren’t about to deny him that.

You tilted his chin up, pressing your lips against his in a slow, deep kiss. He groaned against your mouth, his hands pulling you impossibly closer, like he wanted to sink into you completely.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

Marshall’s grip tightened. “Say it again.”

You smiled softly, brushing your nose against his. “I love you, Marshall.”

His exhale was shaky, like those words settled something deep inside him.

“Yeah,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Love you too.”

And just like that, the weight of the night melted away.

Tomorrow, you’d make it up to him. You’d give him the anniversary he deserved. But for now, you stayed wrapped up in him, letting your love speak in the way only the two of you understood.

[pritong-baboy]

what if one day bee was just so fed up he starts yelling at shockwave about Why bee doesnt like him , as well as every issue he’s had with him — basically just pointing out every flaw in shockwave’s methods bare and center

like yeah shockwave would just brush it off as a tantrum as he usually does , but what if bee talks about that too ? about how bee’s feelings matter too , that he’s not just some kid anymore , and that shockwave has no right to own him and act like his sire and then disregard his every feeling against shockwave and his actions

do you think it would somehow get thru his head ? or will he just stay 10000% delusional and not even consider bee’s words ? and what if he Did .? what would he even do at that point (bc i dont see him giving up bee , not at all , but maybe try a different approach) , and how would bee react to that (to shockwave listening to him for once) ?

also imagine the decepticons (including megatron) approach shockwave in an intervention LMAOOO . and bee is there too , so when theyre like “what the hell are you doing” bee sees a glimmer of hope , like they finally get it !!! but nope , theyre not worried about Bee at all . theyre just wondering if shockwave is okay in the head . and bee fucking loses it (even though he knows he shouldnt have expected anything from them)

i really had to sit down and this about this because it's very hard to try and describe shockwave's feelings and emotions sometimes lol.

but i can imagine if there is a scenario where bee blows up or something happens that causes even a sliver of realization on shockwave's end, i could imagine that it's like he just feels it. the best way i can describe it is that would be on the way of slowly realizing what he's doing to bee before he just hits a wall in his head that he can't get rid of, bit he knows that something is wrong.

i feel like instead of making it that he continues on excusing himself and dismissing bee, it would be more compelling if he starts to get it only for the damage that he's done to himself starts catching up, and it's almost like a reminder to himself of how his own actions lead him to be incapable of fully loving bee.

[hello-hellraisers]

Random but you fascinates me.

I am to shy to start a conversation and to ask you about your darkest fantasy because I want to learn and understand.

I am always dreaming of breaking someone and rebuilding her again with love and care.

Something started with fun, get on knees, take my bulge out, kiss it, lick it while giggling and then trying to take deeper with every breath but struggling.

I help you out, guide your face, push it on my cock, hold it deeper until you tap on my thighs and I let you take a breath.

You look at me like this enough but hold your chin, spit on your face and force you again. This time with a little more intensity, hold your skull and fuck your throat deeper but slower. You again tap my thighs for a breath.

Now you are lost, tired, exhausted and brainfuck. Don't know what to do as I grab your hair and pull you on my cock and fuck your throat like a pussy. Just keep on banging and forget it while it's your mouth. Just hitting my balls to the chin and cock deeper in your throat and then push it hard on my cock and let you choke on it for a while before I let you breathe again.

You think it's enough, but it isn't. I will slap your face again, get you conscious, and force myself in your mouth and fuck it again. I am looking for cumming. I am just enjoying now seeing you, suffering helpless fucktoy taking me well. I just wanna fuck it and fuck it to eternity. I make sure you take a breath for a seconds before continue fucking it like a pussy again.

I just keep getting harder and harder seeing you like Fleshlight, a toy who doesn't know what happening to her. She has no consciousness and control over her body and is fair. She is just there until I am done. It's not that she can't resist me, it's just that there is nothing left in her to resist me anymore.

I just wanna fuck the soul out of her that her body is remine their for me to use for hours before I am tired. Honestly even I dont know how much I am breaking her.

I am sure for now she will look hell in me. She is broken and afraid. Someone who doesn't know what happen to her. Little shocked and traumatised.

I just wanna hold her in my arms for an hour, keep her head on my chest and pamper. Just tell her it's okay, its over. She did well. She was so strong.

I don't know if she cumm or not. Don't know if she had fun or not. But that never matters. She is there to please. She will do it again. Because she is now a broken toy who doesn't know anything. She will not resist knowing now that there is no point. I will fuck it anyway.

I like intense and extreme.

[scamperin-shroom]

Classic Zelda games: "So Link doesn't talk because he's meant to resemble you the player 🥰"

Echoes of Wisdom: "Link doesn't talk because his ability to speak was physically taken from him by a dark force"

(edit: since I need people to understand Link can't talk at all. It was forced out of him. It's not a choice. That part of him was consumed)

[aether-weather]

SAGESUNE MIKU >:DDD

[vraska-theunseen]

ohhhh my god just remembered i'm 20. was reading the website from the last post and it was talking about informed consent hrt and it was like u need to be at least 18 to do this and in my head i thought haha that's fine i'm 18 and then i realized i'm not eighteen it's been two YEARS since i was eighteenTWO YEARS and the time is just going to keep passing. girl from i saw the tv glow voice Time wasn't right. It was moving too fast. And I was 19. And then I was 20. Like chapters skipped over on a dvd.

[natandacat]

Charon just feels so good... an easy run after clearing all the testaments lol

[xxplastic-cubexx]

just want 2 say abt the marvel rivals post u made... big mood bc that's me every game getting banished to Magneto, Strange, or Adam bc these ppl wont stop picking Punisher (?) and feeding like crazy… like maybe i want to play (idk any of the dps chars bc I never play them but imagine one here)... but noooo give the 2k dmg guy MVP and not me with 35k damage blocked/healing done..... smh -poro anon

do you really want to play dps when you dont know any of the dps tho ……… much to consider …….

[aroace-shumika]

sneakily covers up my blog url w my hand. hhaha what enstars character do you think i would like lol. shoves my enstars tag behind my back

i’ve known you as the mayoi guy even before we were mutuals and my association with mayoi to you is so strong i had to think for a bit. i wanna say esupuri for some reason. it calls to me

[camels-pen]

he never learns

bonus pathetic sanji

[metaforth]

Can we just fucking cut it with the anti-therapy shit here? Its not only deeply ignorant, but it's dangerous. Discouraging people from trying things to improve their mental health is a great way to prevent their mental health from improving. If you've been considering trying therapy I would greatly encourage you to give it a chance. Whether it's online, in person, or even over text which I've heard is an option now which is great for people who struggle with face to face communication of any kind.

The response to people claiming everybody needs therapy and therapy will cure all of your problems isn't a hard pivot in the other direction. Therapy works for certain people, because everyone is different. Truth is problems like depression are a vague set of commonly associated behaviors, what's actually going on in different people's brains isn't nearly as easy to map. I personally know people who consider their therapist to have saved their life, and I myself tried therapy multiple times and it's had no effect. I don't blame my therapist, I didn't work for me because it just wasn't for me and that isn't anyone's fault.

And fucking especially don't be actively antagonistic toward your therapist. I hate stories like "my therapist told me to draw what I feel and I decided to just start eating the notebook to see how he'd react and he didn't know what to do lol." If you aren't cooperating then therapy won't fucking work. They aren't wizards who cast magical mental health engoodening spells, they're specialists who's job is to help you figure out what's going on in your head and figure out ways to improve your mental state. They aren't psychics. They can't read your mind. You need to be transparent.

If you can't figure out what to draw, or how to put your feelings into words, or whatever they're asking, just fucking tell them that. The entire point of therapy is having someone to communicate with, many people become licensed therapists because they themselves went through these problems and want to help others find a way through them. I'm sick and tired of Tumblr insisting all therapists are bad because they had a bad experience with therapy 10 years ago and think all therapists act like the paid actors in better help commercials.

Also, just to end, did you go to a mental health professional who specializes in the conditions you're suffering from, or did you type therapy into Google and call the first number you saw? I promise you finding the right therapist may actually make a difference. It might not. As I said, therapy just didn't work for me after I went to multiple different therapists, but I didn't write off the practice. Just like I don't write off anti-depressants, or mediation, or aroma therapy, ECT, the human brain is a complicated puzzle and we all must find a solution that works for us.

The last thing we need to be doing is telling someone not to look where they may find a missing piece.

[coridallasmultipass]

Vent/grief

[orcelito]

Actually, it's so nice how much excitement I can give people just by updating my fanfiction... over and over, I'm seeing people express how happy they were that I updated...

It's hard to feel like it matters when you're all alone, head tight with strain, pushing to just Finish That Chapter... and then you're all alone, having finished it, and nothing's truly changed. You just feel wrung out and tired.

But it does change things, actually. All these people across the world, expressing how excited they are to see me update... It wasn't even a very momentous chapter (though the vashwood scene is setting the groundwork for their whole relationship, and is thus very important on an interpersonal scale), but people are still excited, enough so that someone even drew something from it.

Idk. A week later and I'm finally really coming to terms with how much people seem to really love my fic. I'd gone long enough without updating that I'd forgotten. Or maybe I was just scared that people would've lost interest. And maybe some did. I did lose a few subscribers when I updated (I've found that's normal after long periods, from people who are no longer interested in the fandom and such). But the number of people who have said in some way shape or form that they're excited Far exceeds the number of subscriptions I lost.

It's worth it. For them, it's worth it. I've done it before a number of times, and I'll do it again. I'll make sure this story gets finished.

[arolesbianism]

Been thinking abt them <3

[large-baguette-112]

now that i had my moon fill i need to start designing suns