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at what point does crying over the fanfic you’re writing become unhealthy? where’s the line? because I think I passed it about a mile back

#who needs therapy when you can put your trauma onto your characters instead

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Mama I have sinned again

#Henry cavill #august walker #geralt the witcher #moodboard

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Hey, I saw your post about you leaving and I just wanted to make sure to say THANK YOU so very much for your content - I’ve enjoyed it a lot (random posts to amazing fics). You have brought a ton of enjoyment to my life with what you’ve done on this blog. I really hope you take that in and feel good about how much you have made people smile with all of your stuff. I’ll miss seeing your posts very much, but I understand the need for a change. You do what’s best for you, but you will be missed! ♥️

- ⛅️

Thank you so much! This was such a sweet message to read before bed. I'm so truly happy you enjoyed anything I wrote, let alone multiple things. I put hours of work into my writings and I'm glad some people appreciate it! I will miss interacting with some of you on here. Maybe I'll come back one day? I'm not sure. But for now, farewell.

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So I’m most likely going to end up deleting this account. I haven’t written anything for tumblr in a few months and I’m not feeling an urge to change that. At this point the app is just something for me to scroll through when I’m bored, so I’m going to change my account to something that interests me 🤷‍♀️ I’ll probably end up taking it down within a day or two

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She does care about you, but once you let her embrace you she doesn’t know how to let go. She will drown you so you can be together forever. She will show you that you need her as much as she needs you, even if she has to steal the breath from your lungs to prove it.

ok so i made the mistake of standing on the beach in the dark and listen…….. listen. there is nothing that cares about you less than the ocean in the dead of night. it is tangible. you can’t fuckin see a thing. there is no horizon. it’s a ceaseless void and she cares for no one and loves nothing. you have to respect her bcs she clearly has no fuckin love for you and if she wanted she could take you and NO ONE WOULD KNOW

#sorry I got dark for no reason

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Thanks I didn’t need my heart anyways 😭😭

VII 

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Omg this is so perfect 😍 I’m going to be stuck on the thought of being kissed by Nick Fowler for the rest of the day 🤤

Sharing a forbidden first kiss with professor!Nick Fowler would be like…

“You know we shouldn’t.”

One simple sentence, whispered in the dark of a room. So much left unsaid, in the syllables of danger in where we were both hiding. The adrenaline was pumping in my veins, and it only made the desire I felt for him burn brighter.

“No one has to know.”

He’d been behind me this entire time, just barely touching - just close enough so that I could feel his body heat. This was no accident, and the fact that the second his words were spoken, he glued his chest to my back reinforced that.

“C’mon, sweetheart…” The hotness of his breath against the shell of my ear had goosebumps rising up my arms. “You know you want to…” All words I’d heard before, in more than one situation, but why did they sound so different - so hot - when he was the one pronouncing them?

I did want to. I wanted him desperately. But so much was at stake here, and not just for me. His own job was in jeopardy if anyone found out about what we were doing - what he wanted us to do, but if he was the grown-up in the relationship and he wasn’t scared, why should I be?

Slowly, I turned around in his arms to face him. I wanted to be looking into his eyes when I said my decision, but I never managed to say much of anything: his mouth captured mine and then it was over. The forbidden had been done, why not lay back and relish in it?

A kiss became two, then three, and then much more. He pulled down my blouse until he could kiss my shoulder, right in the place where it met my neck, and I just melted in his arms because how could someone resist that?

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🥺🥺🥺

Todayz, most majestic floof boi doggo me iz havings da bigz Akitaz smilez hehe 🐕

Sendingz da floofy luvz

Kal 🐾🐾❤

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I can’t tell who is cuter 😍

Chris Evans & Ana de Armas on the set of Ghosted

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I was not expecting to be this emotional so early in the morning 🥺

i feel like jaskier growing his hair out and getting a bit of stubble and whatnot was a “letting myself go post-mountain” kind of thing.

don’t get me wrong he looks amazing, better than s1 imo, but jaskier spent literally of his life doing his hair all nice and pampering himself and keeping a clean face and then.

geralt does his geralt thing and jaskier probably didn’t even focus on himself for awhile after the mountain. he probably just drank a lot or stayed in some tavern room for too long.

or maybe he did a ton of fun shit but wasnt really taking care of himself. his hair got too long like maybe shoulder length or longer and he probably had a full beard instead of just some stubble.

and i think one day he looked at himself in the mirror one day, like really looked, and realized how much he’s changed.

and he cut off a bunch of that hair but not all of it. and he shaved off that beard but kept some of it. and he got a whole new wardrobe and attempted to mostly get his shit together because he was not about to wallow away over some man.

so essentially what i’m saying is jaskier’s whole s2 look is that “i just went through a breakup and now i’ve had an insane glowup because of it”

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Omg 😍😍😍

Henry Cavill

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This man is a menace

Henry Cavill

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Oh you and me both 😩

Bedtime 

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Henry’s need to stretch you out doesn’t bow down to the time of day 🤷‍♀️

Bedtime 

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Saving this to read later ☺️

Drown In You

Summary: Ari might be your best friend’s dad, but that’s not stopping him from taking you every chance he can get.

Pairing: DBF!Ari x Reader

Word Count: 4K.

Warnings: Age gap (reader is over 18, Ari is 40), Ari is 6'6", smut, public smut, oral (fem receiving), praise kink, major size kink, slight spanking, choking kink, dirty talk, jealous, possessive Ari.

A/N: Beta’d by the wonderful @maladaptivexxdaydreaming, @soldatsass & @offcast-plus1 . Divider by @maysdigitalarts.

|Masterlist|Ari Levinson Masterlist|Coffee|

A breeze, salt-tinged and warm, sweeps across your face, carrying the fresh scent of evergreen from the tall, majestic trees lining the beach. The wind catches the bottom of your dress, sending it fluttering around your legs; the lacy material sways back and forth, ballooning out in a sea of lavender, the urge to twirl like a ballerina seeps into your skin and you rise on your toes.

Hearing your name, you settle back on your heels and spin around with a carefree grin, and wave at your dad.

“Really?” your smile falters at the sight of him struggling to carry all his gear, his ‘tools for success’ as he calls them. The bottom of his prized grill is hooked under his arm, spatulas, and knives precariously balanced in his hand, bags of god knows what are flung over both shoulders, making him waddle from the strain of their weight as he approaches you.

You try not to laugh. You really do. But then, you see he’s carrying a bottle of seasoning between his teeth and you lose it. Your bright laughter travels across the beach in loud spurts, almost snorting despite your efforts to rein it in.

“Help please,” he mumbles around the dented container of the old bay.

Sprinting across the warm sand, you manage to catch a few bags before they hit the ground. “You know I would have helped, right?” You ask, nudging him with your shoulder. “Or you could have made two trips.”

Your dad throws you an offended look as he pushes the legs of the grill into the sand. “Two trips? You know we aren’t a two trip household.” He puffs his chest out with pride. “I made it, didn’t I?”

“Barely.” More laughter spills out. You take the knives from his hand and set them down on a plate you rummaged out of one of the bags by your feet.

“And I accept help all the time. I even let Ari grab the steaks.” He mutters distractedly, too busy analyzing his setup to notice your eyes widening; brows nearly hitting your hairline. “He’ll be here any minute.”

You almost choke on your spit. Hitting the top of your chest, you swallow a few times to clear your throat. “Excuse me,” you croak out, leaning down to snag a bottle of water.

“Oh yeah, I told him about our annual trip and the poor guy was going to spend the weekend all alone and I-” he cuts off, waving his arm in the air. “Ari, we’re down here!”

“He’s going to be here the whole weekend,” you whisper, anticipation coursing through you.

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Excuse my horny thoughts below 👇

Now I can’t stop thinking about him fingering you and he can only fit half of his finger inside before it starts to hurt, and he chuckles at you like “if you can’t even fit my whole finger, how do you expect to fit my whole cock?” But you both know he’s gonna find a way to make it fit even if he splits you in two in the process

Bedtime 

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Oohhh good to know 👀 for scientific purposes only

Bedtime