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#lotro#festival items#oddities#anniversary festival#unwanted message#an old unwanted letter which was seemingly discarded. you can sell this item to any vendor for some coin
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rediscovering this gem of a pose
#hi#me#my face#I can't share this with irl friends so online will have to do#cute girls#girls who lift#girls with tattoos#the irony of everything being covered lol#penguin socks#wombats#girls with glasses#the way I was so worried the ass wouldn't come back when I was super sick and dropped a bunch of weight#hah#the workouts have been worth it baby the ass is back and bettah than evah#I realize the RISK of posting this and how likely I am to get unwanted messages but like I take pictures just to be#comfortable with how I look whenever and to appreciate every stage of life right and I should be able to post for myself#the tags are a habit and ramblings#anyway#i love yall#hot girl shit#AS USUAL#selfie#mirror selfie#typical vain girl stuff#later taters#happy weekend#btw#the claw clip looks like a little friend I just noticed it lol#my tiny companion!#comrade Clawdette
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Manuela, the taukai wild woman, collapsed due to a combination of about a million tumours and also heatstroke. Mechi decided he could, at the very least, tend her in the hopes she would wander off the map...
oh no
On the bright side, at least the colony has a name now. Welcome to Sparks, everybody!
Wait, no, that wasn't an invitatio-
Three people?? No, no, no, we can't have this. There must be something Mechi can do to preserve his solitude!!
Now we have a scavenging outpost named Arwell nearby. Phew! Hopefully, Manuela and Nikodem get along well because they're going to be stuck together for a looong time.
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#rimworld#gracie plays#A Mechanitor's Message#art#my art#traditional art#rimworld art#unpolished art#tw illness#the only person Mechi likes is his sister#And maaaayyyybe his parents#but they're on thin ice#he definitely does NOT like Manuela#but I forced him to help her coz felt bad#I suppose I should have expected her to join#oh well#Immediately after she joined Nikodem decided that they wanted in too#fortunately Vanilla Outposts Expanded came through#phew#good mod#Hopefully I can just dump any other unwanted wanderers at Arwell and Mechi can remain blissfully alone...#have a fabulous day everyone!!#sorry I've been gone so long
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#idk i just. it would be so much easier to do Anything if i had any idea what amount of love is acceptable to show to other people#hanging out with people! talking to them! doing activities together! i like all of these things and i like the people i do them with#but it's always so hard to figure out where The Limits are#i know other people often aren't nearly as open to affection and closeness as i am#and i Very Much Do Not Want to make anyone uncomfortable with unwanted advances#i'm not sure how to communicate 'i will not get any closer than you wish me to' without the message coming across as 'i wish you didn't#come any closer to me'#because i feel like that's what i'm doing most of the time! pushing people away so they know i'm not trying to offend their personal space#and then i end up feeling miserable and left out and abandoned because no one gets as near me as i wish them to#idk idk just feels bad man#and like as much as i crave physical intimacy with people this also applies very much on emotional distance#generally i'd like to be a lot closer to the people in my life in every sense of those words#and i don't know how???#giving a compliment or offering a hug or inviting someone to a thing always makes me feel like some sort of monster#clumsy and unwanted and clueless about their horrid existence that is barely tolerated#why aren't there any clear rules to these things i could learn! so i could Fucking Communicate with people!!!#euuogggggh i'm just tired and frustrated and sad and haven't slept properly and it's been a long week at work#i think i'm doing better than what it sounds like here#maybe#sussitalk
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I just can't get behind the "we don't need to talk to our friends a lot we're busy and it's needy to want to talk to a friend everyday" sentiment that has been going around.
what is the point to being alive? do we have this same sentiment for significant others? you can just go weeks without speaking to them and they should be okay with that? we're on this earth for THE BLINK OF AN EYE. If work is so busy you cannot text your friend back for MONTHS I implore you to think about what you're doing here.
why is friendship becoming SUCH a hassle? friendship IMPROVES health.
#like sorry but what#we're not friends#if you can't respond to me I'm not saving space for you forever#I've felt unwanted for too long#by too many people#no people don't need to respond immediately#but like letting my messages pile up with zero#explanation#im assuming youre dumping me
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A story of romance, drama, and politics which neither Trevelyan nor Cullen wish to be in.
Canon divergent fic in which Josephine solves the matter of post-Wicked Hearts attention by inviting invites four noblewomen to compete for Cullen's affections. In this chapter, the competition is won.
(Masterpost. Beginning. Previous entry. End. Words: 1,762. Rating: all audiences.)
Chapter 50: Wanted
It was hard to overstate how impossible it was to marry Trevelyan off. A mage of such little accomplishment, and such signifcant unimportance, she had always been unwanted.
And thank the Maker for it.
For had she not been so magnificently undesirable, Trevelyan would have none of what she had now: a home; an occupation; a hope, for her future.
And she would certainly not be preparing to tell Cullen that she cared for him.
But she was. Within the sanctuary of her room, she readied. Her hair was tidied into place, her dress selected and draped over her body. In the little looking-glass upon her dresser, she inspected herself for the thousandth time.
Caught, within her reflection, were the golden rays of a setting sun, filtering through her window to herald the arrival of the evening hour. The moment had come.
Trevelyan begged the trinkets upon her desk to bring her luck. Beside her book of astronomy and a neatly-folded napkin, lay an onyx-encrusted Orlesian mask, a ribbon of pink chiffon, and a little wooden chess piece. Reminders.
They’d be proud of her. They would support her.
(They’d want the gossip after.)
Smiling, emboldened by their memory, Trevelyan found the courage to leave the room.
The corridors of the castle beyond carried on as if normal, blissfully unaware of what transpired within her mind. No soul she passed could tell how extensively it practiced the words she’d practiced all night and all morn:
Cullen, I care for you.
Such a simplification. Those few words alone could not tell of how every time she heard his voice, her ears did warm. Of how every time he smiled in her direction, her eyes could not bear the sight. Of how every time their fingers brushed, her body gnawed itself from within.
But that was perhaps a lot to say, so the simplified version would have to do.
Yet words fell away, as she reached his tower. Skyhold came to a hush, breath and breeze the only sounds. The drum-beat of her heart quaked through the valley. Evening sun cowered below the horizon. Mountains watched, in anticipation.
Ancient, gnarled wood stood between them. A door Trevelyan feared to open. She raised her hand to knock.
The door opened anyway.
A startled messenger appeared on the other side. With a hasty, “Sorry, ma’am,” they hurried past, and left her to the room beyond. Trevelyan shook the concern of their business from her mind, and peered inside.
Cullen’s office was warm, inviting. Candles flickered in every corner, an intimacy radiated by their glow. His desk had been cleared of its usual clutter, place settings prepared on either side. A chair waited, for her to take it.
Cullen already occupied another. But his mood did not match that of the room. He leant hard upon his hands, eyes shut firm. Only when her foot crossed the threshold, did he look up.
“Arcanist,” he greeted, solemnly rising from his seat. “Are you well?”
“I am,” Trevelyan confessed. “And—you?”
Cullen shook his head. “I am afraid I can’t stay.”
“What?”
He made his way around the table, hand trailing its prefectly-prepared surface. “We’ve received word, from the Champion—the Grey Wardens have been corrupted. The Inquisitor has called the War Council. We may be at war with Adamant.”
Everything Trevelyan had been worried for mere minutes ago now paled. Though words could hurt, the theatre of battle could kill. And a general must ride with his army.
“How soon will you march?” she asked, afraid of the answer.
“...At dawn.”
Breath spilled from her lungs. “Oh.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, no—it’s… I understand. It cannot be helped.”
The Maker had a wicked sense of humour. Truly, at last, urgent business did call him away. Yet it was this. Yet it was now.
“You can stay, if you like,” he offered, as if a concession. “You may eat—I can still have the food brought.”
“What about you?” Trevelyan asked. She meant it more ways than one.
So did he: “I’ll be all right.”
His hand almost reached for her, but any attempts at gestures or reassurances died in place. Though the ache upon his face told the story of a man who wished to do something to fix this, there was, in truth, nothing to be done.
“I’ll try and see you before I depart,” he told her, his only consolation.
“Thank you,” she said.
Little more to do or say, he retreated from her side. Though she could feel his lingering gaze, linger he did not. The War Council beckoned.
“Wait—”
She said it before she’d even had chance to contemplate what came next. Cullen halted at the door. Anticipating.
“Arcanist?”
Trevelyan resolved herself. She would not have this moment taken from her. She would not allow him to leave, to march off to battle, for Maker-knows-what to happen—not without first knowing this:
“Cullen, I care for you.”
The candles flickered. Cullen’s fingers slipped from the door handle. His voice was but a whisper:
“You… even after everything..?”
Even after everything. “I thought you should know.”
The door was abandoned; he padded towards her. “Are you certain?”
“I am,” she said. He drew in close. She asked, “Do you..?”
“I do,” he murmured, “also. Care for—care for you, I mean. As well.”
Trevelyan’s breath caught. Maker, let this be real. Let this not be a dream. Let her not have imagined this.
Yet here he was, before her. She hadn’t imagined it. She hadn’t imagined any of it. The pining looks, the accidental touches, the hopeful invitations—they had all been meant. And they had all been meant for her.
Cullen whispered, “I didn’t think, after all that’s happened, that you would…”
“I do,” she reassured him, “I do.”
His anxious face softened to a smile, the warmth of it flushing Trevelyan’s cheeks. Quite unable to meet his eye, she settled instead upon that smile. And the lips that formed it.
Cullen must have noticed, for he cleared his throat, and withdrew.
“I should... get to the War Council,” he told her, guilt strung throughout his voice. “But, we could talk, later?”
“Yes,” Trevelyan agreed, wholeheartedly, “please.”
“Good”—reluctant, he took a step from her—“good.”
Her eyes did not leave him, as strode for the door. Nor did his leave her, even as he opened it. And though his hand remained upon the handle, his feet hesitant to pass the threshold—with one last smile, he slipped on through.
And was gone.
Yet in Trevelyan’s mind, he remained; for within, she replayed the moment over and over and over. He cared for her. Maker, he cared for her. Weeks ago, she would not have wished to hear such a thing—but now, it was all she wished to hear. He cared for her! And she—
The door slammed open. Trevelyan had little time to express her surprise—as Cullen marched back in, took her by the waist, and asked:
“I… May I—?”
She kissed him.
Their lips met as if shaped for one another, as if sculpted by the same godly hand. His, warm and wetted, were as tender in their touch as the man to whom they belonged. There was a tangible distinction, between their caress and that of his scar, and there was an irreplacable intimacy in the knowledge of it. She did not know how she would bear it.
But bear it she would, for the kiss was worth it. No sensation in all of Thedas could compare to the sensation of him. To have the barriers between them burnt to ash; to feel the fire within him intertwine with her own; to succumb and melt into his form. There was nothing so perfect.
When at last he withdrew, her eyes opened. She had not realised they were closed.
“That was… really nice,” Cullen murmured, himself too dazed for grander description.
“Just one,” Trevelyan whispered, “or more?”
“More,” he replied.
Their lips connected again, and the sensation was no less divine the second time. Nor the third. Nor the fourth.
It was sweet, slow, satiating. Her curiosity to know the touch of his lips had long become a hunger which only they could satisfy. Dinner was unnecessary. His was a nectar she could sup on for eternity.
If only they had that eternity. But into their next kiss, she murmured:
“Shouldn’t you be on your way to the War Council?”
His reply was spoken upon her lips: “In a moment.”
Trevelyan had no objection. She would fight the war herself, for a moment more of this. But she wasn’t the one who had to.
“Cullen—”
He kissed her again, as if to stop her from saying it.
“Cullen...”
One more—and he finally relented:
“All right.”
Though their lips parted, their foreheads remained as one, each rested gently upon the other.
“You cannot forsake your duty,” she warned.
But the tip of his nose still trailed her skin, as if in search of another kiss: “Don’t tempt me.”
She stroked his hair back into place. “So you do find me tempting?”
He caught her hand, and brought it to his lips. “Naturally,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the centre of her palm. Trevelyan curled her fingers around it, and kept it safe within.
“The stars are out tonight,” she told him.
“Good,” he said. “I’ll see you there.”
“Yes.”
She leant in, to leave a final kiss upon his cheek; but felt his stubble graze her skin, as he turned and caught her by the mouth one last time.
It was only when he began to linger that Trevelyan did object.
“Cullen,” she whispered.
His lips withdrew, his body parted. The loss of his warmth and pressure left a chasm; the reluctance and hesitation of it was shared between them. Their hands remained intertwined until the last—until he took one step too many, and his fingers slipped away.
“Farewell,” he told her.
“Another time,” she replied.
One last look, one last smile, and he left the room. For good, this time.
Trevelyan collapsed against his desk. Her fingers traced the path of his lips, across her own, onto her skin, burning the memory into her mind, so that it would never leave her.
A feeling welled within her chest, entirely unfamiliar. But as she wiped the first, joyful tears from her cheek, she recognised it.
Wanted. Finally, wanted.
#cullen rutherford#commander cullen#cullen x trevelyan#unwanted#unwanted fic#thank you to everyone who has been reading unwanted#i appreciate you and your likes and reblogs and replies and messages#you're all wonderful and i wish you all the best in life#an epilogue to come#edit 29/10/24: i'll never be happy with the kiss because it'll never be as good as the anticipation of it#cont: this version may remain different to the ao3 version just because it feels wrong to change this one
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I a world of over 6 billion people, I apparently can't find ONE FUCKING good friend that will be there for me as must as I would like to be there for them.
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which two members of the gang are running this scam selling this product next season?
#my vote is for mac and dee#they have some kind of shared or similar experience with unwanted attention from men#and both get pissed off and stumble into some baby feminist ideology about consent#(mac is still a misogynist the whole time and can only manage emotional empathy for women in short bursts)#but it's edgy enough for them because it's self defense and knives and they were both personally affected by the problem#also dennis is fucking furiously defensive and combative the entire episode#because of mac and dee's new views and because of them getting along without him#anyway mac and dee go into business together with this device and are able to keep up the relatively positive messaging for a little while#until they both end up liking the same guy and tearing each other and their business down until it all blows up#ok but listen: then there's another switch-up where they realize the guy fucking sucks#it's trevor all over again#but this time mac and dee come together and figure out a way to ruin this man's life all on their own#girl and boy best friends#meanwhile charlie is in the back probably being put to work manufacturing again#and frank's falling down the stairs#sorry p high still but i don't think that means i'm wrong necessarily
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might have fucked up so its going on the blog
#father left me on read for 2 weeks#showed up yesterday to ask if all was well with me#like i'm the one ignoring him....#then sent his standard goodnight message#i asked him explicitly for reassurance that#the issue i'd been trying to talk about#was going to be resolved#but started it by asking for the reassurance before we brush this issue under the rug#'as per usual'#OOPS#regretting that one#but it's what he always does#can never sort out anything we disagree on#because he'll just not speak to me for ages#then start acting like it's all fine and nothing happened#until the next thing#except now he's so afraid of me leaving completely that he usually ignores things before they get to the argument stage#so nothing is even spoken about#easier for him to ignore me over text#because if i phoned him he'd shout#he scares me so much tbh can't pretend that he doesn't#omg he also asked me when i'm visiting for christmas#well. that depends on you 👍#maybe i'm tired rn but maybe it's his fault that my biggest problem rn#is being convinced i'm unwanted#because the first time he's told me that he does want to spend time with me#was when i was already an adult#and after the divorce and his mother's death#so i'm a last resort#fdndjbdjdbdj dramatic tags
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Just a quick heads up, Tumblr hasn't been functioning properly for me since Saturday night.
I cannot see/send/access messages or my askbox at all. Flagged the issue a couple of days back but no response as of yet. Pretty sure most of my content is missing from tags on and off too. Good times!
So I'm not ignoring anyone on purpose, I'm just at the mercy of the hellsite gods until they offer respite. Patience appreciated <3
#personal#prayer circle#i already struggle with visibility on here just in general#so having my content retroactively vanish from tags has been... unwanted to say the least#and having absolutely no inbox or messaging is awful#so lonely :(#but i have a lot happening irl right now#so until tumblr does something idk what else i can do#like and share my crap if you want to#i'm just going to be willing tumblr to respond
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By far the thing that will endear you to me most is just...talking to me. I treasure anyone who's ever been interested enough in getting to know me to reach out, even if I'm not good at keeping in contact.
#corpseposting#there are so many people I feel like I'm bothering because it feels like I'm the only one to ever message first#makes me feel unwanted#which I just might be
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ik this is probably gonna sound b*tchy but I'm going to just start blocking people who deliberately ask me to buy commissions from them...
#I just got messaged by two separate people within the span of two minutes#and this happened once before too#aury posts#it's exactly like the unwanted door-to-door salesman tactic isn't it?#just won't let them in
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I dare you to watch Lady Gaga's Diease music video & tell me it's not substance codded.
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#i don't even think there is supposed to be a connection but i just can't stop seeming to draw parallels between them#the song repeated message of curing someone's disease (in this case ageing)#& being all that this person needs (leading to the obvious obsession & addiction shown throughout the movie)#the two lady gaga's fighting eachother despite seemingly being the “same” person like sue & elizabeth#the black masked gaga being an unaffected observer (just watching the two women hurt eachother) like the operator on the phone#but also be a genuine threat (chasing down one of the gaga's in the car) like the substance its self#& “birthing” another woman who seemingly worships it before she seemingly runs away in fear#leading her to almost be crushed by confinding spaces clearly not made for such an unusual & disturbing being (ala monster elizasue)#yet also instead of getting away when she can she starts to dance aka putting on a show#trying to get some validation through her career choices trying to get the “metophical” audience to clap to like her#but failing & being left to collapse on her own & having no one to help her#like when Elizabeth dissappeared & no one came looking for her#& at the start of the mv when the one lady gaga was against the car clearly in a bad way yet everyone just kept driving past#which is similar to how monster elizasu dies on her “star” unwanted by the world & ultimately forgotten once her remains are washed away#& black leather gaga confidentiality walking away as if this whole ordeal meant nothing to her & she's on her way to find another victim#lady gaga#lady gaga disease#disease lady gaga#the substance
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tumblr is only a dating app if you're gay; cis-het men please do not interact with me unless you're sending me money (。◡‿◡)
ଓ ・゚。 ♡thank youଓ ・゚。 ♡
#mine#i opened my DMs and its swarming with unwanted dck pics. wyd messages & half assed confessions of love.#i truly dont care how much you like me if it doesn't come with financial compensation. men liking me is the last thing on my mind-#i do this for WOMEN & money. y'all niggas dont even factor in
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If they wanted to talk to you they’d message you if they wanted to talk to you they’d message you if they wanted to talk to you they’d message you if they wanted to talk to you they’d message you
#trying to tell myself that to stop myself from messaging first when im not wanted#I know she’s busy but it’s been 2 days#is it bad of me to just want a little check in message???#is that mean????#im sad and feel unwanted
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why am i incapable of having internet friends. why is it easier to make irl friends
#i’m constantly feeling like no one likes me#so i never message people and i never reply to posts#bc no one Actually wants to hear from me bc it would be weird#like no amber that’s not your friend that’s an acquaintance#and i will never pass that level with anyone#i feel so unseen and unloveable and unwanted and it makes me feel like high school#and i guess i know the answer is stop being chicken shit and message people i wanna be friends with#but it’s been so long since ive had Friends that idek how to interact#and idk what to say#UGH
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