#i'm feeling fragile | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

gracefullou · 3 months

Text

.

#since he's active again and liking those ugly men's posts can he at least post a photodump 😭#i'm feeling fragile #first i see that man's ugly face #and now he like the other two's post 😔#Louis when will you learn 😭

2 notes · View notes

buckttommy · 2 months

Text

sorry but. if we're actually getting this storyline.... a beautiful, "cishet" leading male character in his early 30s getting a bi awakening when bisexual people are treated so poorly by both queer and straight communities, in the midst of a political era where ALL of our rights as queer people are being threatened................ maybe i'll cry about it. just. this is what it means to love your character and see them grow and place their healing and development and life above all else. this is what it means to see and know your audience and reach out your hand to support them and pull them up when they don't even know that they're falling. this is what it means to expect more from the queer stories you've had shoveled down your throat your whole life, and actually RECEIVE IT. like. this is what it means to be loved i think. not even parasocially, just. humanly. but anyway. whatever. let me shut up before i get ahead of myself and start crying fr lol

#okay let me shut up i'm feeling fragile but it's cool ahhahahahahahahahahsdfghkfjdklkfgsldkf #tv: 911 #911: 07 x 03 #911 spoilers

413 notes · View notes

wolves-in-the-world · 1 month

Text

the thing about eliot spencer as a character, right. the thing about him.

(and as always your mileage may vary on my analyses so if we disagree that's cool actually)

is that he is in fact a somewhat emotionally constipated idiot who is occasionally sensitive about his perceived masculinity and gets defensive about emotional intimacy around other men (largely hardison, who's much more comfortable expressing affection and embracing a softer kind of masculinity), but eliot displays enough emotional awareness and sensitivity and respect for women etc etc that anyone who's been subjected to that era of television will put on rose-tinted glasses without even looking twice.

(and he is, don't get me wrong, incredibly emotionally aware for a professionally punchy guy with enough trauma to sink the titanic. it still startles me to see.)

on top of which we have the layers and the accessories and the excellent hair with the secret braids and the way he barely has an ego and he's good with kids and protective of his team without taking it too far, and some of us never stood a fucking chance.

#eliot #eliot spencer #orig #further discussion in further tags #I'm being perhaps a little critical and there are other ways to read eg the fragile masculinity moments #but I Do think they were intended this way and largely come across this way #I'm quite happy playing with a fanon eliot who's better at this shit is the thing? it feels faithful enough to the original.#but this is something I'm chewing over in a rewatch and it's interesting so far #the fact that he pretty consistently respects women doesn't stop him from treating men and women differently y'know?#the fact that his bantering with hardison expresses affection and gets quite soft over time #doesn't stop him from pushing hardison away on a semi-regular basis. often physically.#the fact that the fandom unanimously decided he's an utter gentleman in matters of dating #doesn't quite negate the time he physically stopped aimee from getting away when he wanted to talk to her #though that's one I might disregard because it's so early and I think they hadn't quite figured out the characters then #and it was admittedly a brief moment followed by very consensual happenings #perhaps. honestly. eliot may be reflecting the attitudes of the show here.#which were very progressive for the time and are still startling on several fronts now but also showing definite signs of age #arguably fanon eliot (as I understand him) is eliot adjusted for inflation. as it were.#there's a lot going on here I'm having a normal amount of thoughts about it I'm. stopping now

191 notes · View notes

ssstrawberryflowers · 6 months

Text

is this what they call projecting

260 notes · View notes

likeabxrdinflight · 4 months

Text

looking at the news and seeing shit about the primaries as if the 2020 election rigmarole wasn't like, five minutes ago

#I'm so tired of every presidential election feeling like life and death #seriously tho it can't be 2024 already #I feel like we just finished up with the 2020 bullshit #america please be smart I don't think our democracy as fragile as it is can survive another trump term #I really don't

115 notes · View notes

sugurizz · 8 months

Text

At this point having him all over my camera roll is not enough, seeing him f-ck is not enough, fantasizing about his evil ass is not enough, NOTHING is enough, I need his 🐎🐓 inside me, Idc, IDC, I NEED to summon him into reality, fck him for 3 months straight for 4 times a year, every year, I can't keep obsessing over a mythical dude I can't I- 😭😭😭

#To: Joo Jaekyung #I'm fragile I'm in my feels don't touch me #hana confesses #3 am feelings #3 am nonsense #hana rambles #joo jaekyung #jinx manhwa #I haven't said 0.1% of what I think about him #I need to elaborate more #i hate him sm #I hate him #the things I NEED to do to him

197 notes · View notes

turtlecleric · 1 month

Text

bay!donnie x female reader, angst/hurt/comfort; technically nsfw but this is not a spicy fic

ah fuck. cws: negative thoughts? negative self-image? I... think that's all?

---

Truthfully, you should've seen this coming. Work has been hard lately. You've been feeling a little down and a lot stressed out for a while now. Tired all the time. That negative voice in your head speaking up more frequently, other people's words cutting a little deeper than usual. Amplifying the negative and brushing past the positive, letting things get to you even though you know sometimes your brain is a lying asshole.

So, really. You should've known. You should've said something. Something about how sensitive you're feeling. How normally you love a good mixture of degradation and praise but right now you really, really need him to stick with praise. You should've said something.

But you didn't.

The tears come suddenly. The dull ache in your chest sharpens, like a shard of glass, wedging itself between your ribs and pressing in further with every inhale. You feel like you're not getting any oxygen at all, your lungs seizing as your breaths quicken. You can't- you can't breathe.

Just a stupid fucktoy, Donnie had called you. And normally you love that. Normally that's perfect - you've come to the sound of those words plenty of times before. But now…

Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. A stupid fucktoy. That's all you're good for, isn't it? You can't do anything right except be used. But, oh, you can't even do that right, can you? Because now you're crying, and he's stopped using you. He's stopped, and you're truly useless now, and you're so so fucking stupid.

He calls your name. Takes the gag out of your mouth. Gently wipes at the tears streaming down your cheeks and asks if he's hurt you. If he went too fast, if you weren't fully prepared. If you want him to stop.

You can't speak, but you shake your head.

“Dove, what is it? What's wrong?”

Nothing. Everything. You. It's just you, you're what's wrong. You're wrong and useless and stupid, and you can't breathe.

“Hey, hey, you're okay. It's okay, here, come here, it's okay.”

He's holding you. Cradling you to his chest as you sob like the pathetic thing that you are. When the soft cuffs that held your hands behind you are released, you can't help but cling to him and bury your face in his neck. The sounds you're making are so ugly, so whiny, and you- you hate yourself. Fuck, you're pathetic. He's murmuring sweet words, brushing a hand up and down your back, trying to soothe you. He’s kind, and gentle, and you…

You don't deserve it.

Donnie is confused. You can tell he is, and you want to explain but at the same time you don't. It doesn't really matter, though. You wouldn't be able to make yourself speak even if you did want to. Everything is too much right now, and you still can't breathe, and you're starting to feel sick to your stomach.

Stupid. Why are you so goddamn stupid?

You cry. And cry. And cry. Muscles stiff, face swollen, you're miserable and exhausted and fucking mortified. Donnie was feeling good. He was enjoying himself, and you ruined it with your tears. Ruined it. Stupid girl, you ruin everything.

You try to apologize. It comes out garbled, but somehow he understands.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Dove. You've done nothing wrong.” Donnie presses a kiss to your hair, still running a hand up and down your back. Soothing, kind, gentle, he's everything. And you don't deserve him.

Time passes. Sobs turn into sniffles, which start to come farther and farther apart. When you finally go completely quiet, he's still murmuring sweet words into your hair.

You feel sick. Tense. Nauseous and shaky and gross. Inside and out, you feel wrong. Hollowed out, scraped clean of everything except this ache in your chest that won't go away.

Stupid. So fucking stupid.

Donnie moves, still cradling you close with one arm as he leans forward and reaches for something. A blanket is draped over you. You hadn't even realized how cold you were, but the relief is instant. Your muscles start to fully relax, and you find yourself melting into his hold even further.

He presses another kiss into your hair. “What happened, my love?”

You swallow thickly, glad that your face is hidden in his neck. You don't want to tell him. It feels so- so stupid. For you to have reacted like that. For you to be so affected by nothing. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. Nothing, nothing, that's all you are. Nothing.

“I'm going to list some things. Just shake your head or nod for me, okay?”

After a moment, you nod against his neck.

“Did I go too fast?”

You shake your head.

“Did I hurt you?”

You hesitate for a moment, then shake your head. There's a stretch of silence where you swear you can hear him thinking, analyzing your hesitation.

“Was it what I said?”

You should nod, but you can't make yourself do it. There's a thick, heavy anxiety there, keeping you from confirming even though you're not sure why. Donnie understands anyway, because of course he does. He's perfect, and kind, and smart, and you're just so-

His arms tighten around you. He doesn't say that you should've told him you were feeling down. He doesn't say that you should know better, that you should know that he doesn't mean it and that it was just part of the fantasy. He doesn't say any of that, because he understands. He understands, as he always does, that what you need is for him to keep murmuring kind words into your hair. To keep gently caressing your skin, holding you like you're something precious. To combat the venomous thoughts that are holding you hostage.

He understands.

It's okay, Dove. You're okay. Everything is alright. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere, okay? You're not stupid. You're not whatever mean things your head is saying right now. You're perfect, and I love you so much. I love you so much, Dove. You're perfect just as you are, okay? My pretty girl. Right here with me, where you belong. You're so good, sweetheart, so good. I've got you.

His words are like a balm on your soul, and you drink them up greedily. Holding onto him like he's a lifeline - because he is. He is.

The tears come back. You can't help the ugly keens, the way your body shakes. Through it all, he holds you close and soothes you inside and out in the way only he can.

Not stupid, Dove. Smart. Kind. Brave and capable and good. You're so good, and I love you so much. I love you, I love you, I love you-

You'll never understand how he does this - how he makes that feeling of wrong wrong wrong fade away. But he does. The sharp tangle in your chest is unraveling, and you're finally able to breathe and actually feel like you're getting oxygen. You're so grateful, and you're so fucking lucky, and you love him so much. By the time you start to drift, with his soft voice echoing in your ears, both you and the keratin you're resting against are warm.

Later, when you wake, fully soothed and capable of speech once again, there will be more to talk about. But for now, Donnie holds you. Soothing you with his voice, his hands, his everything. And you finally, finally let yourself rest.

#turtlecleric scrolls #bay!donnie #i just know i'm going to find typos in this later and be pissed off #people on the tag list i'm uh. i'm really sorry but i don't feel confident enough in this to tag anyone #i think i'm a little too fragile for tagging people right now because i'll amplify the “negative” if... hm. anyway #i know it's stupid and you literally asked to be tagged but i just don't want to bother or annoy people and i can't push past that right no #idk #sorry

93 notes · View notes

seance · 7 months

Text

WHO AM I TO YOU? I AM THE ANTICHRIST TO YOU.

174 notes · View notes

sillyabtmusic · 1 month

Text

(220916) Gravitation - Keonhee

#oneus #keonhee #lee keonhee #foroneus #kflops #malegroupsnet #* my gifs #nkd.gif #oneus.gif #oneus.kh #to quote the wise words of period by kingdom 🎶i can't get; get you off my mind🎶. why's he sooooo. so #i'm feeling extremely strong abt gravitation & fragile by oneus rn #there's a fragile stage i wanna gif seoho keonhee xion hwanwoong from ........ then leedo for completion ......... brainrot so bad so so ba

39 notes · View notes

awhimproned · 6 months

Text

broke: stede obviously topped that night, he not only manhandled ed in but was also the one to take off his shirt first and close the curtains. ed let him have the reins, he was already into that when he heard the "captain voice" before. he also knew stede needed some sort of anchor and control and reassurance after ned low played into his insecurities and to show stede the pet thing wasn't true at all. he also couldn't say i love you back to stede in comfort and surrendering him like that was a way of showing it. this was also a way of showing stede he was the captain. there was also the oil bottle and the rings by stede's side on the bedside windowsill in the breakfast scene.

woke: ed topped that night. stede was reeling, terrified, horrified and high on adrenaline, had just killed someone (for ed or not) and needed all the comfort he could get. he initiated physical intimacy (either thought that was what a tougher man would do or it was out of avoidance and in desperation to feel something better the moment he saw ed -- who symbolized comfort and safety) instead of wanting to talk about it and ed saw that, and being the more sexually experienced one in the relationship, wanted to quite literally get stede (an overthinker) to a state of too fucked out to think anymore for that night and take care of him so he couldn't harm himself with those thoughts - as ed also knew that was all he could do to help stede for the moment. tldr he service topped stede stupid. that's why he's the one bringing breakfast the next morning and stede's sitting crooked.

bespoke: they're vers4vers ya nasties. all interpretations (except non-con and dub-con implications) are valid

#blackbonnet #gentlebeard #ed x stede #stede bonnet #ed teach #edward teach #blackbeard #ofmd #our flag means death #does it show i thought about that scene too much #i still think about it #and i'm yet to see a fanfic with the second scenario im about to lose it #because stede needed to be taken care of man. his state of mind was so fragile #i love sexy pirate masc stede but sexy pirate stede is also like. not him. its him trying to be someone else so he feels worthy (of ed)#thats why i loved that cursed suit part #he loves soft things. he loves fine things. he is soft. and maybe dropping the tough man front that night would have been therapeutic #i think about s2 stede too much #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers

77 notes · View notes

mellaithwen · 1 year

Text

Fragile lines (and wasted time)

7461 words || buck/eddie || spoilers/spec fic for 6x11 While Buck sleeps, and dreams in the aftermath of the lightning strike, Eddie tries desperately to hold himself together.

Eddie barely remembers being behind the wheel of the ambulance, but thinks he might have held his breath for the whole drive. His chest certainly aches as though he had, and when the doctors say they’ll do their best for Buck, after they’ve finally got his heart beating again, it takes all of Eddie’s energy just to shout back; “do more!”

—Buck? Buck! Buck, can you hear me? Buck! Talk to me—

Because their best isn’t good enough. There’s no viable outcome for any of them, that ends with Buck being anything but okay.

He has to get through this, he has to.

For a second Eddie’s footing falters. He’s dizzy from the adrenaline—his head pounding—his heart’s beating too fast, and his eyes are burning with unshed tears.

He makes a move towards the doors—towards Buck —desperate to be near, desperate to reach out and bring Buck back from the brink for as many times as the universe will allow— don’t take him, not him, please—

But Bobby stretches out his arm to halt his progress, and Eddie stops, stock-still until he can’t even see Buck through the triage doors anymore.

Chimney’s silent despair at his back speaks volumes, and the quiet whimper that comes out of Hen’s mouth makes Eddie’s insides run cold.

He turns around to face his teammates, his family, and when Bobby reaches out to hold Hen close in a comforting embrace, Eddie doesn’t hesitate to do the exact same for Chim. They gravitate closer to each other until all four of them are leaning in close—holding the line—shored against the fragments of every worst-case-scenario they can imagine.

Their gear, still saturated with rainwater, leaves a growing puddle on the linoleum floor beneath their feet where they’re standing, and all they can do now is wait.

(keep reading on ao3)

#911fic #911 fox #911 spoilers #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #911edit #buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #the buckley diaz family #firefam #911 #911 on fox #911 fanfiction #911 fanfic #911 speculation #i'm feeling so fragile about this so be kind folks i beg #mellaithwen fanfic #mellaithwen edit

272 notes · View notes

starflungwaddledee · 5 months

Text

it's the day before my birthday, and my girlfriend surprised me with an outing to a local bird aviary/botanic gardens in the mountains!!!

this was an absolute delight for me, known bird enjoyer, and i got to have many cute and phenomenal birds perched on my head (which i loved and plushie magolor 'tolerated', on account of it being my birthday). i even got to see a nicobar pigeon, which i had never seen in person before!

they also surprised me with an early birthday present to use at the incredible mountain-top picnic spread my gf planned (😭😭) of this extraordinarily cute kirby themed liquid-glitter cup!!

and of course, in true starflung fashion i injured myself twice

once, not three minutes into the outing when my umbrella (which i only require because i'm allergic to both the sun and sunscreen) bit me, and my gf had to run to reception to get me a bandaid. later, when i just totally fkn stacked it on some loose gravel on a slope and i got the umbrella back by slamming it into the ground, along with my knees and one palm. but not the other palm, which was holding plushie magolor, who touched neither gravel nor dirt and never will while i still breathe!

#i am so accident prone and also stupidly fragile in every way. but i'm fine and i found both of these incidents hilarious!#i feel it is important that everybody know that my mum (who has dementia but recognises plushie magolor) asked “is that magolor” when-#she saw meta knight on the cup. i said “no that's meta knight” and she replied “oh i should have known. he's not as cute as magolor.”#and magolor's ego grew THREE TIMES that day let me tell you #the cup is also extremely important as a gift actually. i recently accidentally smashed a childhood glitter cup i've had my whole life #i adored it to bits; comfort item; it had toucans on it. i was quite devastated when it broke #but it's been impossible to replace (despite my gf's best efforts) and we knew no substitute would really hit the same.#but THIS is similar enough yet different enough and so *perfect* in its own right that it really... fills the spot.#my gf is phenomenal at gifts and surprises. truly she is unfathomable. i am so spoiled 🥺#7inch plushie magolor return to dreamland #he does have other bows btw!! he's been dressing up for halloween and christmas and such but this is his Party Bow!#starflungs personal tag

105 notes · View notes

typingwithmyhandstied · 6 months

Text

Tes's characterization, storyline, and backstory has parallels and similarities to almost every other major character in The Fragile Threads of Power. (CONTAINS SPOILERS)

Kell: Kell's parents traded him in for his powers. That's probably very similar to what Tes's father would have done to her if she hadn't gotten away. Both Kell and Tes want to be viewed as a human being and something beyond their powers. Neither really are. Both feel like people look at them and see their power not a person. They also seem to both have the urge to hide it as a means to not be viewed that way.

Lila: Lila's father sold her to pay off his debts. Tes fears---or really knows---that if her father knew her power, he would try to do something similar. He made use of all her sisters in similar ways. Both Tes and Lila had to leave and fend for themselves on their own because of this. They just did so in different ways.

Alucard: There's the very obvious fact that both Alucard and Tes can see the threads of magic, but both of them also have a bad relationship with their siblings. Obviously not exactly the same, but it is still very reminicent of the other.

Rhy: Tes and Rhy seem to share the same core goodness. Both of them are the kind of characters who don't seem to believe that their survival is anymore important than anyone elses.

Nadiya: Tes and Nadiya are both inventors to a certain extent.

Kosika: They are the two youngest characters. Kosika also had a parental figure that was ready to sell her for her potential power (maybe that is really just the repeated pattern throughout the books). Both were also thrust into a situation where they had a lot of independence at a young age.

Holland: He's the only character I can't really think of anything for.

56 notes · View notes

gideonisms · 2 months

Text

tbh I am kinda hoping in 10 years they will invent a new gender and it will somehow feel perfect and I'll psychically know how to present as that gender and everything will be great and I'll never feel out of place in my life or my clothing again and everyone will understand my whole deal immediately upon seeing me <- delusional

#it could happen!#when it can be whatever i want but what i want is to go into the forest among the trees and never come back out #now that doesn't help me figure it out does it.#i wish it was as simple as wearing some type of clothing or using some pronouns and feeling at home even if that gave me other problems #were the dresses worse? i mean it was worse to feel fragile. are men's pants better? i mean they are sturdier #is it better to refer to myself in different ways? i mean it is just different #i just feel like me no matter what I wear or how i act like all of that is just an overlay for the convenience of others #that's not Me. fell for the facade that i at all belong here in whatever box you've put me in didn't you #whatever you think i am i'm not that! that's just a bit i do #now when will they invent a pronoun that indicates the futility of trying to ever truly understand another person

40 notes · View notes

theloveinc · 6 months

Note

i love it when u talk about shinsou. like ur brane is just cooking up some wonderful stuff about this man……

not TO TOOT MY OWN HORN too much, BUT... yeah my Shinso really is the best. Or rather, I should say, one of them.

Something absolutely ferocious about him when he is depicted as beefy and stern but squishy as a gummi bear on the inside. Literally incapable of smiling but can't ever be mean to you, either (unless you're in trouble and he's worriedddd). Thick hands, even thicker heart that just bleeds and bleeds and bleeds for you and only you, HE'D LITERALLY JUST DIE IF THAT'S WHAT U ASKED HIM TO DO. Pine for one billion years if you didn't love him back.

He's gotta be kinda pathetic tho, too. Not in a... lame way, but like: his bed has one sheet on it kind of way, and there's only ketchup in his fridge... like, he sees no reason to pull himself together unless it's you who's asking (he does take care of his cat, though. I really do love a cat man more than anything).

AND SHINSO STILL GETS KINDA JITTERY touching you, at least those first few months. He's so realistic, he's like: "oh I know they can't be chased away that easily har har," but then he's kissing you and he's so scared there's a chance one day it might stop that his heart is hurting and he's making it all intense for no reason. And as you end up closer and closer together on his bed, your knee moving to straddle his lap, YES HIS LEG IS BOUNCING IT'S SO AJSDGLAJKSHFJKAHFKJAHFKJNJKHKJFHADLJKFHA and he keeps trying to distract you from looking at him too hard.

He has to blow your mind w/ that peen of his to make himself feel better about the whole thing. Like why are you hurting all day the next day for no reason and he's acting like nothing happened (except he doesn't brush his hair still asjkdfhjk).

Anyway I could go on fucking FORVER about this guy I want him 20 feet up in my guts immediately I would have 1000s of his children but he barely even wants two I NEED TO USE HIS HERO MONEY TO DONATE TO CHARITY AND HE WOULDN'T EVEN STOP ME.

Thank you, anon!!

#shinso #sorry i. was just feeling inspired i hope this is readable #like why does no one write him like this i don't get it #i mean i do get other characterizations but at the same time like #no one can argue with me abt this being also true #and also being smexy as FRUCK... LIKE DON'T LIE TO ME #him being so intense but also the most fragile guy #.... i'm nutting myself i think i need a d*aper like truly #i appreciate the opportuniry for this anon! come back any time i need him so badly #caitie things #gen #anon

53 notes · View notes

curiosityschild · 1 year

Text

Amphibiuary Day 12: Tiny!

The smallest pony bead (or seed bead actually) frog I could make.

#amphibiuary2023 #I've been feeling nostalgic lately (hence the nintendogs reference) and I've been wanting to make some of those pony bead animals #so I did! just very smol :)#at work today I very innocently volunteered to stock the beads which was secretly my chance to scope out the smallest beads I could find #phew I was going to do two today to try to catch up but I am very tired so I'm going to stick with this for now #I don't know what to do with this! I feel like it's too fragile to put on a keychain. hmm.... if I made a second one they could be earrings

299 notes · View notes