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#yearning hours in this house#like it's ridiculous. the partner has been away at work for only a few hours#and my body and brain are getting deep in the 'uuu we are so starved for affection ouggh we long for the sweet touch of another person' mod#i think that maybe - maybe?? - the problem isn't this day. the problem might be the entire last weekend#i saw people and did things every day! had fun! went to places!#got to hug a new friend who was excellent to hug and excellent at hugging. brushed another friend's hair which was very nice#i think today's sufferings are actually about that. i want more of that sort of casual physical intimacy#i want to touch all my friends all the time!! i want it to be Socially Acceptable Behavior so i don't freeze up when the chance comes!#i want to learn to offer hugs instead of just accepting other people's offers. i want to initiate physical closeness without fear#so yeah#CUDDLE. YOUR. FRIENDS !!!! let's make it a thing in this world!!!#please!!#sussitalk
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I saw that post going around about what people have on their nightstands and it made me wonder what Din would keep by his bed in the cabin on Nevarro...
I think:
Pictures of Grogu (apparently picture frames are called holocubes in Star Wars!)
A weapon! Probably a blaster of some sort. I imagine it would take him a while to even place it there (he probably slept with it tucked into his waistband/under his pillow for a few months...)
Various empty bottles which he really needs to throw away but keeps forgetting because he's a Tired, Stressed Dad™
Maybe his helmet, just in case he quickly needs to grab it and put it on (he probably feels so naked without it)
A Mythosaur necklace. I know we never saw it in canon, but I feel like he acquired another one so him and Grogu match. He takes it off every night before he goes to sleep but it's always there, close by.
I love fantasising about the little details of his cabin... I really hope we get to see some of them in the movie!
#din djarin#the mandalorian#din djarin headcanons#din djarin brainrot#din thoughts#grogu#clan mudhorn#domestic din BRAINROT#it's severe rn i cannot stop fantasising about the domesticity of his life on nevarro#i miss the razor crest i really dO but A WHOLE HOUSE???? to daydream about?? unreal#mando movie#its yearning hours#and i want him ouT OF MY BRAIN RN#jk it would be so empty without him <3
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bro I desperately want someone to take on cute fall dates.
Pumpkin patch, apple picking, the FAIR????!
And we don’t even have to go anywhere. There’s so much we can do at home- carve/paint pumpkins, decorate, light candles and build a blanket fort to watch Halloween movies while we make cookies.
#like#PLS#yearning hours#🥹🥹#I’ve wanted this literally for always#let’s pick out our fav fall scented candles and we’ll light them both#bonus points if the cookies are specifically halloween ones#I also want spooky dates#haunted houses#haunted trails#etc etc#pls 😭#I want cute and cozy fall dates#SNUGGLES???!?#UGH#I’ll build you the literally best mf fort#fairy lights and all#cmon#and we can put lil candles in the pumpkins we carve 🥹#give me this and I won’t even be mad when you steal my favorite flannel#tags#rants n rambles#soft tam#why tf did rants autocorrect to my name 💀 what an actual mf callout#if you don’t want me at this you don’t deserve me at my fucking you nasty in a ghostface mask 💀🤚#forgot the most important tags#wlw#lesbian
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ar lath ma, vhenan
#I've been obsessed with DAI over the last couple weeks#been putting my hours in like its my job#anyways here's janne my dalish lady inquisitor#she's so cute I love her sm#romancing solas ofc because in this house we love pain and yearning#oc: janne lavellan#solavellan#solas x female lavellan#my ocs#dragon age: inquisition
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I wanna fall in love I wanna fall in love I wanna fall in love I wanna fall in love I wanna fall in love I wanna fall—
#this is an open invitation to e-date me /jjjjjjj#sorry for yearning on main#I was watching#kimi ni todoke#I'm literally two episodes in and I'm already shedding tears#I've never cried so much from happiness alfjsdlfajlsfsajd 🥹#I mean it's sad too why is everyone so mean to Sawako :((((((( baby I will protect you#when is it my turn to be special to someone and go to their house and cuddle and call them mine /hj#yearning hours#yearning#love
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Chapter 13 of “Alyssa the Dauntless” is up! Saddle up, we are bringing a passenger today 👀
#house targaryen#house of the dragon#hotd memes#hotd oc#essos#volantis#qohor#house maegyr#alyssa targaryen#Alyssa the Dauntless#hotd#hotd fanfic#yearning hours#pining#dragon cannibal#cannibal the wild dragon
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Passive Yearing + Larry Stylinson lyrics
Harry Styles. From The Dining Room Table//Painting by Malcolm T. Liepke// Louis Tomlinson. Holding Onto Heartache// Joe W. Carter. Telephone// Harry Styles. Meet Me in The Hallway//A Weeping Mary Magdalene// Louis Tomlinson. Too Young//Drawing by Nickie Zimov//Harry Styles. Don’t Let Me Go// Malcolm T. Liepke. Watching Her Sleep// Louis Tomlinson. Miss You//Ambrogio Antonio Alciati. Il Convegno / The Conference// Harry Styles. As It Was// Holly Warburton. Making Amends// Louis Tomlinson. Defenseless// Alan Stephens Foster. The Fall// Harry Styles. Sweet Creature
#harry styles#one direction#larry stylinson#larry fandom#larry is real#music#heartbreak#love#art#poetry#harry styles hs1#fine line#harry’s house#louis tomlinson walls#walls#faith in the future#louis tomlinson lyrics#harry styles lyrics#pain#band#hurt#unrequited love#it hurts#yearning#yearning hours#louis tomlinson
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Oh god, I miss my friends
#like yeah I'm making new friends at uni but...#idk I just miss seeing my old friends#I miss talking all the time. I miss going out to games or parties. I miss going to each other's houses and trying on each other's clothes#I feel like I'm just so unsatisfied socially speaking and I'm supposed to meet up with a good friend of mine on sunday#but the last couple times we've had plans she's had to cancel and I really don't think I can stomach another postponement#I love her so much and I know the feeling is mutual - it's just that we don't have the time to keep seeing each other#I just miss her and my other friends and as much as I know it's natural to move on - even if just temporarily - I just feel lost#I'm feeling sorry for myself but yeah#as emma likes to say ->#it's yearning hours#kiya's ranting hours
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I wish i had a friend i lived rly close to nd we could just hang out and cuddle and watch movies and stuff :((
#it is prime yearning hours#who wants to be my friend u.u#whenever i watch shows with besties that just go over to each others house i get so jealous
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i miss my guy.
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pookie..
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I told you everything last night.
All of it, every bit, even the really icky parts that make school counselors and suburban moms gag and turn away. I meant to keep it short- just thank you for your time and disappear into the dark- but once I was standing in front of you for maybe the last time in our infinite and insignificant lives, the words started pouring from my mouth like bitter ichor until they had dyed your shoes a pathetic honeycomb hue, dripping with the sincerity of my confession.
I hope I don’t remember the way your face fell in agony when I told you what I planned on the floor of the shower last week. I couldn’t look you in the eye as it came out, rushed and wet, so I looked at the tip of your nose, the one my best friend looked at it in a blurry picture and told me surely it was Jewish.
You floundered for something to say, panicking as if the emergency was happening at that moment and not replaying in my mind as it had for the the last ten days, and I looked at my trembling hands, swollen and useless from biting cold and clenched up in stinging nervousness, although the only thing i could see was the blurriness of tears and the fleck of stale mascara on my contact.
I know I’ll never forget the way your lips parted in the silent gasp when I said your name or the way your eyes flashed when you found the connection between The Event and my figure shifting before you. The way you didn’t hesitate to pull me into your chest and hold me there like it could be the home I so desperately want and the way you whispered “I’m proud of you,” into my hair with such ease that it felt true even to me.
I remember choking out “Thank you,” and you flashed that smile at me, the endless, soft, affectionate one and I sobbed with the sudden overwhelming feeling of want that took over me.
“I’m glad you stayed.”
I mumbled something that felt socially acceptable even though there’s absolutely nothing exactly right to say to something like that and you looked at me like there were a thousand more words you wanted to bless me with, but you didn’t say anything else.
So I walked out of our lives for the last time. And I cried the whole way home.
You probably went home and fed your cat and brushed your teeth and gripped the counter for a moment and thought of me for the last time.
But last night, on the floor of the shower, I didn’t want to plan anymore. I felt resolved for once in my life.
I don’t know what you pushed through my skin during that hug. But I found the home I needed nonetheless.
#shut up jay#my writing#its Soft Yearning Hours in the waffle house again#this actually happened btw#hot supervisor is gone from my life now
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#Techno#ambient#house music#electronic music#electronic#edm#technomusic#technophilia#technoblade#technology#New#today#youtube theboyz#issue#watch#ig the boyz#world news#new york#new music#news#new rp#newspaper#start#national#reveals#hours#early#lesbian yearning#mlm yearning#1 year tumblrversary
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dimitri has enchanted me in ways that which i cannot describe. i knew this shit would happen the second he opened his mouth in remire village. good thing i did blue lions last. thank fucking god.
#do y'all know i spent two hours staring at him on the house selection screen when the game came out#i've spent five years yearning. i thought pining for years was fake but i get it now.#boeybop
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I just think that all the dragons in my phone should be dragons in my house. Is all.
#i think if all these dragons were in my house we could sit in one big pile and watch tv#and drink hot chocolate#X3#i guess its my nightly yearning for a nap pile hours#aka bedtime#okie goonight bye byyyeeeeee
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Their Little Nest
In which MC reorganizes their house over time and Sylus, because of an offhand comment from the twins, thinks she's nesting.
Sylus x fem!MC fluff
Pregnancy thoughts and talk.
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It started with the little things.
Tiny potted plants sat prettily on his shelves, the many side and coffee tables in the manor, their little pops of green and brightly colored petals brightening what once was a corner of shadow.
It wasn't like Sylus didn't keep plants in the house, no. It was just he didn't pay them any mind besides making sure the staff was taking care of them.
So it really came as a surprise when he suddenly found himself watching you and the twins hauling boxes into the house, chattering about plant growth and such as you took out several lamps.
"Kitten," he said from his position by the doorway, strong arms folded over his chest as he leaned against the frame. "With that much light, you're going to start to photosynthesize."
You turned, smiled at him as you tilted your head up to nuzzle into his chin when he strode towards you. You held up two different types of lamps for him to see. "They're lamps."
"I can see that."
You chuckled, leaned against him when he reached over to fiddle with the lamp in your hand. "I didn't know if I needed sun lamps or grow lamps for the plants so I got a lot of both."
"Mm." Sound logic enough, he thought. He patted her head. "Let's set them up, then."
And so they did.
(Even though both of you did bicker about adding a grow lamp - not the sun lamp - in his office for that tiny desk succulents you graciously added to his massive workspace.)
(He conceded, of course.)
But it didn't stop there. Not that he expected it to stop, knowing you.
It was a rough day. A negotiation that Sylus needed to get done didn't pull through as the moron representing the offending faction decided to get flustered and pulled out a gun at him, voiding the deal and thus resulting in a gun fight.
The situation was dealt with easily enough, but the cleanup needed his attention particularly because they had several protocores that he was aiming to acquire and wasn't going to leave without them. Alas, as they refused to make it easier for everyone involved, they had to waste not just his time but his ammo as well as his perfectly cut suit.
Sylus landed on the couch with a groan, relief finally flooding his bones as the tension in his body started to dissipate. He wasn't bleeding any longer, but the aches remained, a dull thrum consistently buzzing so much that it prevented him to experience the relief of sleep.
While the fog enveloped the N109 Zone to obscure it from the wrath of the sun, the instinctual yearn for daylight annoyed him. The mere ghostly memory of the sun on his skin made him purse his lips, the mere thought of it sapping his already drifting energy.
He turned his head, buried it into the pillow-
He blinked, propped himself on his good arm as he stared at the pillows. Gone were the hard blocks of stone that posed for a pillow that he just never bothered to replace, seeing as he was in pain often enough that the uncomfortableness of them barely registered to him anymore. What sat under and beside his head were soft, the slight fur on the covers lightly tickling his cheek as it cradled his head, rapidly easing his throbbing headache.
Long fingers flexed, his brows furrowing when softness once again surrounded his senses.
There was a thick blanket beneath him, separating his battered body from the worn and cold leather of the couch.
Now, Sylus is a perceptive man. Being observant of his surroundings and having the ability to react accordingly is part of his job description, his lifestyle. One misstep, a single moment of carelessness, and he could end up dead.
He was sure these pillows and blanket were not here before he left the house no less than eleven hours earlier.
"Sylus."
He turned, alert eyes softening at the sight of you, drinking up the image of you in one of his long-sleeved button-ups that hung over your significantly smaller frame, your hair mussed in multiple directions.
A lazy, crooked smile adorned your face as you hummed his name, your eyes still drooped with sleep. The adorable crow plushie was cradled lovingly in your arms.
You took your time to cross the room, loved the way he settled back onto the couch as he watched you, those wonderful scarlet eyes not once leaving you. You accepted his outstretched hand, your laugh softly lilting in the air when he pulled you into his embrace.
"Hi," you purred, your body molding perfectly into his.
"Good morning." There was a tenderness in the room, blanketing the both of you as you cuddled on the couch. You cherished moments like this. It's not so often that Sylus would get home when you wake, and while you know that your beloved wasn't all too fond of the mornings, you also know that the man made sure to make time for little moments like this despite his busy schedule.
"You changed the pillows," he muttered, his deep voice rumbling as he nuzzled into your hair.
"Did I?" You kissed his exposed clavicle, trying to hide your smile.
"You did."
"Maybe the twins did it."
He snorted, his fingers digging into your hips before massaging it as his other hand fiddled with the leather that held your knife strapped to your thigh. "They would've have bought a vibrating couch before they get to the pillows."
You laughed. "That's true."
A beat of silence. Just two lovers laying on a couch, sharing whispers and secret laughter as the sun rose far beyond the N109 Zone.
It was peace.
Oh, if only that peace lasted.
It's been a few weeks since that little moment on the couch, and Sylus couldn't fathom how they went from there to where you were at this moment.
He sat on a stool on the kitchen, watching you clean what seemed like the eighth room in the manor and you didn't have any indication of stopping soon.
None of them knew why you were in such a frenzy to clean, but you knew it was important do it Right Now. He offered to help you, of course, after having a quick round with him arguing that you should just leave all the cleaning to the staff, seeing as that's one of the primary reasons why he hired them in the first place.
"Sweetie," he said, exasperation leaking into his usual smooth voice. "If you keep at it any longer, I'm gonna have to clean you up from the floor."
You scoffed, hissed when he tried to grab the mop from you. "You better sit your ass down before I dismantle all of your guns again."
"Oh?" His voice, sickly sweet, as he trailed the tip of his fingers up your neck, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "Will you, now?"
Your eyes glinted, lips curling into a menacing smile as you passed the mop to your other hand, completely dodging his attempt to take it from you as you pressed your body sensually to his. Deft fingers from your now free hand lightly tapping playfully against his chest. You crooned. "You know I will."
A stare down. Something not too uncommon between the two of you. A pair of strong, stubborn people unwilling to yield.
Most of the time.
"Alright," he conceded. Sylus knew, even without peering into your desires, that you will not budge on this matter. So he sat, admitting full well that this isn't an issue that's worth having an argument over.
It only took one look from him to shut the twins' guffaw from the other side of the door. He could ignore the snickering, however.
"This is like the third time she cleaned this room," Kieran whispered to his brother.
"Fourth," supplied Luke as he enjoyed the way their boss was sulking at the counter. He didn't look like he was sulking, Luke knew that full well, but he just had that feeling. "You were too busy buying detergent when she cleaned this last Monday."
"Ah."
"Hm."
"Maybe she's nesting or whatever."
Luke hummed, shrugged. "Maybe."
Sylus was a man of composure. Not even the most lethal of situations are able to get a rise out of him, and even if it did, no one would be able to tell from his perfected poker face.
That was the only reason why he didn't fall out of his stool.
Could you be pregnant? But you two have been so careful, so sure that the both of you have done the necessary things to have safe sex. But it wasn't impossible, he knew. It was also possible for non-pregnant women to exhibit nesting behavior. Surely, you'd tell him immediately if something was amiss or... if you were experiencing some symptoms.
Children, huh? He didn't think he'd be a great father. If anything, he'd be a horrible one considering the simple fact that he brought danger with him anywhere he went.
He was hard lines and violence, bloodshed and death. The sins that he's committed - and will commit - was unfit for a father. A good father.
But... he supposed it would be nice to have children running across the house. His and your kids. A physical manifestation of your love.
It's not that he needed to have a mini version of himself. As far as he knew, he never had any inclination of even desiring to have them. That avenue of conversation hasn't opened up between you too, either. He didn't know if you even wanted to have children.
Children with him.
And he wouldn't mind it if you didn't want them. They were a commitment, not just some playthings to be discarded once the novelty wore off. It would take a lifetime.
Yet... It's a nice thought.
"Darling?" It was well into the night. You and Sylus were already snuggled up in bed but you knew something was off. Ever since your little event in the kitchen, Sylus has been drifting, sometimes zoning out into space. It was very uncharacteristic of him.
So you waited. He'd tell you eventually.
Yet you have to admit to yourself that you can be impatient.
Those eyes of his, momentarily dazed, focused on you. The room was dark, the steady thrum of the air conditioner droning in the background. And still you felt his eyes on you, focusing, focusing, his arms pulling you in closer to his body.
"Yes?"
"What's wrong?"
Of course you'd see it. Not that Sylus even attempted to hide it, seeing as you'd peer through him eventually. You waited for him to speak, frowned when you felt the spiking of his evol. "Sy?"
"Are you pregnant?"
You sputtered, pushed up from your position on the bed. Your hand quickly tapping the button for the lights.
Warmth illuminated the room as you stared into his eyes. You thought he was joking, thought he was pulling your leg, but the emotion that stormed his eyes moved you, surprised you.
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Sy." There was distress in his voice, something that you thought you'd never hear. "My period finished a few days ago."
He closed his eyes as he let that information sink in, nodded. Released a breath. "Okay."
"Sylus." You nudged him, urged him to open his eyes. "Sweetheart, what brought this on?"
Sylus sighed, feeling as though the energy was tapped from him. Well, there was no reason to beat around the bush on this. "Kieran mentioned you might be nesting."
For all the time you've spent with Sylus, you knew that man rarely blushed. But the pink that dusted his cheeks and ears endeared you, the heartbeat that you loved listening to spiking.
"I'm sure, Sy."
"Right."
He didn't know if it was relief he felt as he held you, fingers kneading into the dip between your hips. He sighed. Gave you the smile that was only reserved for you.
"Why did you change the pillows?"
You tilted your head, smiled back, leaned down to kiss his nose. So it came back to the pillows.
"I wanted you to be comfortable whenever you collapse on the couch."
"The plants?"
"This place is stuffy without them."
"And the cleaning?"
"I don't like the way the staff cleaned our house."
He stared at you, those gorgeous garnet eyes of his looking at you with a mix of adoration and complete and utter confusion. He blew a breath.
"I was overthinking, then."
"You think so much all the time, I'm surprised it's taken you this long to short circuit."
"I didn't short circuit."
"You don't have access to seeing your expressions, darling."
You laughed when he pinched your sides before your hands slip up and cupped his face. "I love you, you know that?"
"I know." His voice dropped down an octave as he trailed open mouthed kisses from your shoulder to your neck. "I guess that's why you're making me insane."
You snorted. "You never needed my help with that, dumbass."
He nipped your neck, nuzzled. "I love you, too."
"Mm." But you took his hand, pressed it to your stomach, stared deep into his eyes. "Do you want to have children with me, Sy?"
Your eyes were impossibly deep that he couldn't look away. Couldn't even think of attempting it.
"Yes."
Straightforward as ever, Sylus is. You blew a breath.
Swung your legs over him and straddled him in one swift move.
"Maybe we can start trying now, then?"
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this has been running in my brain for days and i just had to write it asfsdg
check out my other sylus fluff fic!
and another sylus fic but with a cat :>
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace sylus#lads sylus#love and deepspace sylus x reader#love & deepspace#love & deepspace sylus#love and deepspace sylus fluff#pregnancy talk#pregnancy#sylus x reader#sylus x you#not proofread lmao goodluck#atoltia writes in deepspace#my writing
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