I'm 22 & never been in a relationship which I'm usually fine with but recently I've started to feel a deep loneliness, just a heavy craving for intimacy & closeness, just for someone with me who cares for me. Do you ever feel like that? How do you stop it from getting too much?
i definitely have felt like this before - many times in my life. i typically stop it by blocking those thoughts that can bring about negative emotions (feeling lonely, etc). i fill my time with doing other things that i like. i also keep telling myself that my time will come (as far as finding true love), my soulmate is on his way, and he will come into my life at the most perfect time.
Alright y'all roll up your sleeves cos’ this shit is not over.
Recently, I made another call-out post to remove a story on Wattpad that romanticizes rape. I did not expect to be making another one so soon.
Please report this story on deviantart and have it taken down. Let me know how to do it too as I can’t seem to find a report button.
I’ve said it once and I will say it as many damn times as it takes.
Rape is not, never has, and never will be acceptable and/or enjoyable. Being attractive, charming, intelligent, wealthy, powerful, etc does not exempt a rapist from their crimes. Rape is a crime. Not a fantasy, not a kink, and not something to be enjoyed.
Stop creating content that states otherwise. You are validating sexual abusers and dredging up horrible memories for victims. Stop.
What if Courtney has just fallen in love with Emily. Shes scared that Emily's gonna find out and not want to be with her. Courtney was the one Emily shared all those kisses with 😭 AD is the bitch Ali we all know. This is my dream ending. I know it's not gonna happen but. Why so many clues towards Alison having a twin (and now Spencer) I know homage to the book but I mean come on.
Ahhh same that’s my ideal ending too. You know what the sad thing is, almost all of us have our dream ending in mind, and we also have the ending in mind that we think will actually happen. Funny how the two can never be the same 😂 says a lot about our expectations!
Aside from the plaque in Ali’s room and a dead Ali lying in the coffin in 513 I don’t believe there are too many clues for Ali having a twin but quality over quantity; those 2 are pretty big.
I’ve seen so many posts getting at Eren for things other characters have done too, but they never get at them, only him. People can treat other characters like precious angels who do no wrong, but Eren gets criticised for anything and everything.
Hi again! (I ask so many questions oops) I was wondering if you could put the house Rowan lives in on the gallery? It's so nice! :)
Hi bby! 💕 Don’t worry about asking questions.. You can never ask too many questions hehe :-D
But sure!! I thought the house was already on my Gallery.. but I guess not?! Oops!! I have put up the house for download just now so you can find it on the Gallery if you go to my profile. My OriginID is steefb :D
Don’t forget to tick the ‘enable custom content’ box because their house has cc! If you need a cc list, let me know :D Enjoy!! 💕
“The rich aren’t evil, as so many of my brothers would tell you. I’ve known rich people – I have played on their yachts – and they are not unkind, or malign, and they do not hate the poor, as many would tell you… No – the big difference between the rich and the poor is that the rich are blithe. They believe nothing can every really be so bad. They are born with the lovely, velvety coating of blitheness – like lanugo, on a baby – and it is never rubbed off by a bill that can’t be paid; a child that can’t be educated; a home that must be left for a hostel, when the rent becomes too much.”
just when you thought he couldn’t get any grumpier, min yoongi is cursed to walk the earth for all eternity.
so done with the world’s shit by now, honestly he stopped caring a long, long, looooong time ago and if anyone expects him to give a flying fuck about a hashtag or the panda’s dying they can think again.
political scandal? “is that a new band?”
global warming? “good, it’s kinda drafty here.”
the sun will one day grow to encompass the earth? “great, i’ll be waiting.”
whenever he gets bored or impatient with everything he’ll just go to ground and hibernate.
by which i mean he will literally dig himself a hole and go to sleep in the earth for anything from a week to a century (ok that was one time.)
and he’s cold all. the. time. like, yeah i know he’s technically dead but he actually feels the cold all the time, because he lowkey starves himself.
so he’s always very bundled up, and doesn’t really notice the temperature shift from inside/outside or winter/summer.
and yoongi is old, okay, he doesn’t need much blood to keep him going.
he’s got a short list of donors he can have a few sips from during the week, and that way nobody has to die because of him.
because ugh slaughter is such a pain to clean up.
so, not only is he technically dead, but he looks kinda malnourished, a little sick, and like he hasn’t slept. ever.
and yet he’s very pretty, flawless, stoic, and distractingly magnetic.
because he’s so old however, he’s not weak, just lethargic af.
there’s just one thing he cares about. wanna take a wild guess?
the only reason he hasn’t sunk to the bottom of the ocean, flung himself into a volcano, or walked into the sunset by now.
and when you don’t need to eat, sleep, or pee, you get through a lot of music so yoongi has pretty much heard it all.
these days he just kinda hibernates and wanders around while he’s waiting for new releases.
and you work in a record shop. wow isn’t that a nice coinkydink.
his usual place shuts down and he has to find a new shop that’ll let him sit around and listen to music in the evenings.
and your place of work is exactly one such place.
he comes in late, depending on the season, just when the sun has gone down, during the last few hours of your work day.
he doesn’t say anything, just sits and listens until you have to lock up.
and you just assume he works all day and this is the only time he has to go browse, although you notice eventually that he rarely buys anything, but you decide to leave him alone because he looks like he’s had one hell of a day.
anyway it’s nice not to be alone in the shop at the end of the day when it gets dark and all.
you tried to offer him coffee once, because you got some for yourself and he always looks like he just got in from a snowstorm. but he just shook his head no.
and at first he would stop by the shop once a month or every two weeks.
but one night, when you play something over the speakers that he hasn’t heard in decades, he suddenly feels???? nostalgic ????
and with wide eyes he asks you the name of the artist and you trip all over yourself and your words trying to tell him because you don’t think you’ve ever heard him speak and wow is that what his voice sounds like
and after that he starts coming every night to rediscover all the old stuff he hasn’t listened to in ages, because somehow in all his grump he had completely forgotten he could do that????
and he’s lowkey very grateful that he rediscovered his love of music through you, so whenever you try to make polite conversation with him after that he doesn’t just grunt or shake his head, he gives you actual answers, and you start learning more about him.
you let him stay after closing time, just a little while until you have to go, making small talk whenever he’s not absorbed in the music.
that way you learn so, sO much about music, everything from little technical details to great historical context, and you don’t understand how one man can have such a large range of knowledge.
and then you start playing whichever album he chooses over the speakers so that you can both listen and talk about the music together.
and stay around longer so he can finish whichever album he’s listening to that evening.
and he begins to walk you home because that way you can continue your conversations, and also it’s late and dark and he knows exactly what kind of monsters lurk in these shadows.
and by that time you’re already head over heels for him, but he’s very careful about keeping his distance, so you just assume he’s not attracted to you and that’s fine as long as he keeps keeping you company.
yoongi has probably mentioned he’s a vampire.
like at least twice he’s proclaimed to be dead and you just assumed you didn’t get the joke.
but the real joke is he’s dead, he doesn’t care who knows, and it’s not like anyone will believe him anyway.
“you’re too thin, when was the last time you ate something, yoongi?”
“a couple centuries probably, what year is it again?”
“you’re so pale, yoongi, you should get more sun.”
“i’m already dead, a little sun isn’t gonna help.”
“you look tired, yoongi, do you get enough sleep?”
“i took a ten year nap before this, don’t worry.”
“hey, yoongi, how are you today?”
“dead. could be worse, i guess.”
and then, you go and get a dang paper cut.
before you can so much as bring it to your lips yoongi is already at your side, pressing a tissue (where did that even come from?) to the cut so firmly it cuts off circulation to the entire finger anyway.
and he’s so,,,,, close.
you’ve never seen him so close, and all you can do is stare at him like an idiot and wonder how many people have specks of red in their eyes, because you’ve never seen that on anyone before.
and he doesn’t even breathe. he can’t.
and that’s when you realise “yoongi, you’re so cold!”
“i’m dead. i told you, i’m a vampire.”
and you’re like hha,,, hah,,,ha? w-what?
so he takes your other hand, and holds it to the side of his neck and he’s completely cold and there’s no pulse.
and now the cat is out of the bag so he may as well lean in and sniff you because life’s too short amirite.
“you smell……….. incredible.”
that’s when you see his lil fangs.
and at first you’re freaking out because hol ?? ?y STHIT???
but then you realise, this is yoongi, who’s walked you home for months now, he’s had every opportunity to drain you dry and he hasn’t and you’re desperately in love with him.
so you just kinda,,,,, chill.
and yoongi looks surprised, expecting you to kick and scream, and asks why your heart rate suddenly slowed again and you tell him it’s because you trust him.
so, he asks “but what if i bit you?”
and you say “you wouldn’t.”
“then,,,,,,,, what if i kissed you?”
your heart damn near beats right out of your chest.
and in response he gives you the smuggest grin, fangs and all.
Hey Viria, sorry to bother you but this is something I really need to talk about with someone and your blog has always been a safe space to me. I'm turning 20 this year and I've never been in love, nor have I had a boyfriend/girlfriend before. I don't know, if I'm too picky or if my standards are to high, but I never felt something like a crush before. I don't know if it's normal but I really just want to feel having butterflies in my tummy. I don't know what to do or what is wrong with me.
there’s nothing wrong with you, please don’t think this way!
There are few things I can offer about this:
- don’t feel alone if the insecurity you feel is connected to the age, you aren’t alone, there are so many young people in their twenties who hasn’t been in relationship before. Even for me, even though I had minor school crushes, I only had one relationship and it wasn’t serious and I now know it wasn’t love. So for me it happened when I turned 22.
- it might be that you feel the red flags about people and haven’t met someone you connect to yet. I know a few people who are close to their 20s but haven’t had crushes before, it’s normal too, we all are different.
- movies always make us feel like we have to be in love to be complete, because EVERY teenager is in love in the movies. They show the morally high educated girls and say they always have to be in love to be good. Don’t be too pressured by the movies; they aren’t real life.
- as for butterflies: they aren’t always good. I mentioned minor crushes I had: I used to have all the knees buckling, heartbeating too fast, and I have to say that it wasn’t the healthiest. With as much as I had of physical stuff happening, I could never even talk to that person. So..not feeling the butterflies, but feeling warm and cosy and content and just, very secure, is what I think matters more. Deep connection matters more. Attraction is important too, of course, but the physical stuff fades over time, bonding stays.
- THE LAST BUT NOT LEAST. Try looking up aromantiсism, asexuality, demisexuality. I am not the most educated person with this; but there are people who don’t feel romantic or sexual attraction towards others. There are people who need to really spiritually and mentally bond with someone to start being attracted to them. You might be aromantic or asexual or demisexual!
Hope it helps at least a bit, remember you aren’t alone and there are always people who feel the way you do! You will have it all figured out soon, don’t worry<3
Summary: Bucky and Steve will never let you know that they’re the heads of your booty’s fanclub.
Authors note: It was so hard to find old timey slang for butt. Like we have so many words now I was surprised lmao.
Warnings: None, Bucky and Steve appreciating that cake
Your jeans only make it halfway up your thighs before they refuse to budge. You groan.
‘And this was my favorite pair too’
You sigh, before peeling off the jeans and rooting around in your dresser for something that you can wear. You never were the skinniest person, especially when it came to your hips and thighs. But then again you never were exactly bootylicious either. So when you became a SHEILD agent you thought your body would kinda slim down into a svelte mass of lean, toned muscle like the other female agents.
Boy were you wrong.
You gained muscle, and a lot of it too. Every single inch of you had at least some definition and your thighs had bulked up considerably. As for your butt….You sneak a peek at it in the mirror ‘I swear it gets bigger every day’ . Since you had joined the Avengers last year and your training had gotten even more intense you swear your booty had doubled in size. Your body was very… in your face nowadays. Wanda kindly described you as ‘shapely’. You pull out a pair of denim shorts that have some slight stretch to them.
You look at yourself in the mirror sighing. ‘ If I get anymore shapely I’m gonna have to buy an entire new wardrobe.’
“Pal, why is ya oatmeal always so…” Steve makes a face “…Soggy?”
Bucky and Steve are sitting eating breakfast, at a table that’s situated slightly back and across from the kitchen, next to an open door. Bucky snorts.
“It’s oatmeal Steve, it’s supposed to be soggy.” Steve rolls his eyes but takes another bite of his oatmeal, making a mental note to make breakfast himself the next morning.
Bucky lets out a soft, low whistle. Steve turns his his head, slowly. He knows what that whistle means. He watches as you enter from the other side of the room, cross the kitchen and start rifling in the cabinets. Or rather he watches your ass cross the kitchen and start rifling in the cupboards. You Steve, and Bucky were pretty good friends. You had surprisingly befriended Bucky first, and then Steve. Bucky had been making a good recovery, but was still kind of shy, except around Steve and Sam, and then you. Your sense of humor and openness kind of disarmed him. The three of you would always hang out, watch movies, and talk about anything and everything. But the one thing that Bucky and Steve would never mention is that they both agreed that you by far had the best body they had ever seen. And they were low-key its fan club.
The super soldier’s eyes track you as you gather your cup of tea and cheese danish in one hand and exit the room.
“Now ain’t that a beautiful sight to see in the morning?” Bucky says, smirking and sipping his coffee.
“Yes,” Steve smirks back “As I always say,the lady is truly blessed.”
“Amen.” Bucky says raising his coffee mug. “I mean have you ever seen such beautiful gams on a dame?”
“No,” Steve pushes back his bowl of soggy oatmeal and crosses his arms over his chest. A devious grin forms on his face. “But that’s not the only thing that’s beautiful.”
Bucky’s grin widens to epic shit eating proportions. “True, Y/N’s a bit broad in the beam, ain’t she?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Your voice coming from behind them nearly stops both super soldier’s hearts. They turn, mouths slack, to find you standing in the doorway behind their table, tea and cheese danish in one hand, the other perched on your hip.
“Ah-um-I-um” Steve splutters, unable to form words. Bucky, on the other hand, decides distraction is the best course of action.
“Y/N! Sugar, sweetheart, you look lovely today. How’s that cheese danish? I heard the weather’s going to be nice , maybe we should go to the park?” He exclaims, red slowly creeping up his neck until his whole face is scarlet. You silently look from Steve to Bucky. ‘Well if they’re not gonna spill, Google will’
You pull out your phone and look at it. “Well looks like I have somewhere to be so I’ll see you boys later.”
You turn, hearing twin goodbye’s being called out after you, with at least one voice cracking in the middle.
You retreat back your room and fire up your laptop. Bucky and Steve were always using obscure old timey slang that no one understood. ‘they better haven’t been throwing shade…’ you shake your head. It seemed like they were talking about something physical about you, and not in a bad way. You feel warm and kind of insecure at the same time. You couldn’t deny that the two super soldiers were very attractive.
You open google and type “gams meaning” into the search engine.
plural noun: gams
a leg, especially in reference to the shapeliness of a woman’s leg.
A giggle escapes your mouth. ‘oh my’ you think.
You type the next phrase into Google, and click on the phrase dictionary that comes up.
Broad in the beam
Having wide hips or buttocks
You stare at the screen for a moment and then recall the overheard conversation. Your mouth falls open as you choke out a laugh ‘Oh my god’
Later that day you find Bucky,Steve and Sam sitting outside. You join them, and they all greet you, but you notice Bucky isn’t looking you in the eye and Steve’s ears are pink. Sam doesn’t seem to notice the tension and dives into a story about sweeping a girl off her feet in the local coffee shop.
“…then she gave me her number.”
“That’s great!” Steve says “You gonna take her out soon?”
“Yeah this weekend”
“That is great,” Bucky smiles “What does she look like?” he asks curiously.
“Man she had the cutest laugh, and those dimples…” Sam pauses, smiling to himself. “She had short dark hair, and was so curvy…..like damn.” Everyone chuckles a bit at this, and after the chuckles stop you pipe up.
“Curvy? Sam get with the times, you don’t call women curvy anymore, its called being broad in the beam.” You say and smirk at the two super soldiers. They promptly turn bright red, Bucky choking a little bit. Sam whips his head back and forth between the three of you.
“Am I missing something?” he asks.
Steve clears his throat, holding out his hands imploringly.