i have an unhealthy

Eruri-cheesy-90s-romance-AU:

The whole setting screams childhood sweethearts. Levi takes Erwin out on a date on a warm summer night, in their home town or something. They go to the park or somewhere green. There’s some kind of small feast with a band and dancing couples, so they end up dancing awkwardly but very closely too.
Later they walk barefoot in the grass, shoes in hand, wearing nice shirts and maybe a vest, trouserlegs a bit rolled up. Their little fingers are linked and Levi walks slightly before Erwin because hes dragging him somewhere. They end up kissing in the moonlight, Levi’s hands framing Erwin’s face and Erwin’s hand in Levi’s hair and on his hip. When they part they giggle and smile a bit and share another soft kiss.
They stumble home in the morning, still smiling and softly laughing, shoes still in hand and shirts wrinkled because they kissed in the grass while watching the stars. They’re yawning between kisses and are so so tired and Erwin still hums a song they listened to while dancing.

I just want that warm fuzzy feeling that those awful 90s songs and films give you, just with Eruris.

People who comment on my pics that I’m “dying”… so are you… I bet you drink or smoke or have some other unhealthy vice. You are not my family or friend so keep your advice to yourself please.

things tim drake has said
  • “i know i just rewatched star trek but will you rewatch star trek with me”
  • “bruce breaks the no names in the field rule the most tbh. remember the debacle with jason? ‘you can change, jason’ ‘its my fault, jason’ ‘jason, dont kill the joker, jason’ holy shit keep it on the down low b” 
    • “tim you…. werent even there. how do you know that” “i spy on jasons vent blog sometimes. i like to send him anon hate.”
  • “one time i was falling to my death and i was like ‘at least bruce will be proud of me’ and my therapist tells me thats ‘unhealthy’. whatever that means”
  • “i actually have a rule. no one can mention kons death but me. the rule is called ‘tims a hypocrite’”
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Me: *talking about shadowhunters*
Friend: I think your obsession is a bit unhealthy
Me: yeah… anyways, shadowhunters

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helloooooo it’s christmas !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’ve been meaning to do a follow forever for ages since i’ve hit a few follower goals but i kept putting it off. anyway this is just a big thank you to some of the people who make my dash (and overall experience on tumblr) amazing ! 💓💓 if you’re a non kpop blog that still manages to be mutuals with me… amazing !!!!!! if you’re “just” an exo/kpop blog, i still love you all ❣️ and also for anyone who i’m not following back, i love and appreciate you too!!!!! 💞 anyway i hope you have a great christmas and new year !!!!!!!!!!!

bolded = mutuals
(i don’t have anything special for all my favs because i find it hard to choose and you’re all my favs!

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A Distraction - Kai Parker Smut

I sat in my rolly chair in front of my desk, the only light in my warm room coming from a pink lightbulb in my lamp in front of me and the tv Kai was watching Jeopardy on.


Two in the morning and my mind was focused on literally anything but the work I had to do.


And it didn’t help in the least that Kai had taken his shirt off for no good reason and tried coaxing me into taking mine off too. I wouldn’t fall for his crap, especially in the middle of something important. Even if it was pleasant seeing him wearing only jeans and laying on my bed like a model.


“I’m bored.” He said, falling back. I ignored his sighs. “Hello? I came over so we could have fun, not so you could ignore me, sweetheart.” He said, throwing one of my beanie babies at me.


“Screw you. No one asked you to come over, if you want attention go bother someone else… sweetheart.” I gritted my teeth. Kai stifled a laugh, standing up from my bed.


“Poor honey. You’ve been at it all week, uh?” He started, his hands landing on my shoulders, forcing me to relax as he massaged me. “I’ll bet you haven’t had a break the whole time, hmm? You’ve just got all this built up emotion in you?” He cooed as he gently moved my hair to one side.


“Kai.” I sighed, my eyes fluttering closed, my pencil falling out of my hand. I could practically hear his devilish smile.


“I can help you.” He whispered, all serpentine-like, dragging me to the seventh circle of hell with every unholy touch.


He pressed his hard dick against my back, his hands running under my shirt. He leaned over to kiss me, his face upside down.


“Bed.” He suggested, his breathing a bit shallow. I nodded in my trance, biting my lip. I laid down and he took my bottoms off at the advantage, pressing kisses up my leg, holding my thighs in his arms. “Pretty.” He smiled at the sight of the little bow on my panties, pressing a kiss there as my hands entered the messy hair sticking up in all directions on his head.


He finally met my face, a pretty little smile on his lips as he pushed his mouth against mine. I felt an energy surge through me as he held me.


I rolled over on him. He pulled me close to him, tearing off my underwear. I gasped as he balled them up and threw them, causing me to pull away.


“Unnecessary. But hot.” I smiled hazily, taking my shirt off too. Now completely naked, I pulled away so he could discard of his jeans. He snaked me back on him and I moaned at the feeling of our skin touching.


“Good grief.” He moaned as I took his dick in my hands. “Turn around, sweetheart.” He swallowed. I shuffled so that I faced away from him, looking at him through the mirror mounted on the wall.


He laid back against the mass of pillows and stuffed animals, his hands running up my back. I sunk onto him, my hands finding his to grab onto as I adjusted against him.


“Oh my -” He leaned his head back as I began moving up and down slowly, his hands crushing mine.


My eyes blurred in madness as I felt his hips rise with every one of my movements, quickening our pace. I moaned out loud as he let go of my hands and grabbed my arms, slapping me up and down rapidly.


Tugging at my hair, he grunted. “Just like that, princess.” The sound of our moans and breathing filled the room, air shifting hot.


I bounced on him, my hair wet with sweat as he yelled behind me, his head thrown back in agonizing pleasure.


He stretched his legs out over the bed, curling his toes on as he grunted animalistically and bit his lip hard.


“Don’t you ever stop fucking me!” He smacked my ass hard. My breath got caught in my throat, my sobs of bliss choked as my knees began to ache. “Fuck! Oh, you god damn bitch!” He cursed, gripping my waist hard as he pushed into me one last time, frozen as he spilled into me.


I slumped and stumbled off of him, laying right beside him as he breathed deeply, his eyes closed. They finally opened once he had calmed down and his stomach relaxed. “You have officially rocked my world.” He sighed hopelessly.

[ image description: A screen shot of a post that reads “Don’t cross oceans for people who wouldn’t cross a puddle for you.” Someone has crossed this out with a big grey X and underneath added “No, do it. Do cross oceans for people. Love people, all people. No conditions attached, no wondering whether or not they’re worthy. Cross oceans, climb mountains. Life and love isn’t about what you gain, it’s about what you give.” End of descripton ]

I hate this post, I hate it so much. And let me tell you why.

At first it seems like a pretty good post, right? You should love people and do things for them because you want to or because it’s nice, or just because you love them, not because you expect something in return. Yeah. We learn that as kids. But listen. Listen to me. It is not that simple. Yes you should do nice things for people. Carry in your grandmother’s grocerys even if she forgets to say thank you. Sure. But you should never, never, pour yourself into someone who does not give back to you.

Doing everything for someone who gives you nothing in return is not love.

A friend of mine worded it really well “The point of the original post was to emphasise that your own mental/physical health is more important than someone’s selfish needs.” It’s not romantic to run yourself into the ground for someone who can’t even be bothered to care about you. And not only is it not romantic, it’s unhealthy.

I have, on more than one occasion, “crossed oceans” for people who I do believe loved me, but who didn’t even come close to crossing them for me. And do you know what I got out of that? The first one I lost 10 pounds because I was so miserable I could barely eat and I was throwing up what I did eat. And I was still doing whatever I could to be with them, and make them happy, even though they didn’t seem to be willing to put any work in themself. Why bother, I was always there. The second one I ran my own mental health so thin that that literally could not do anything for him, all I could do is sit in the bathtub and think about how I coudln’t feel anything. But I still refused to turn my phone off and ignore his messages. I still made myself avaible to him because he “needed me.”

There was nothing romantic about either of those situations (note: only one was a romantic relationship but the idea of giving and giving and giving when you’re gettin nothing back is romanticized whether it’s in a romantic or platonic relationship.) There was nothing beautiful or selfless about it. It was miserable. I was miserable. I can remember one of my friends telling me he missed me because all I could talk about was the person I had allowed to become my whole life.

And in the end, both of them stopped talking to me.

Don’t believe anyone when they say the second part of that post. It’s bullshit and I’m really tired of seeing it romanticized. It tells people (especailly young girls) that this is an okay way for a relationship to be, that this is what they should be doing. 

There is nothing selfish about demanding that your emotional labour be reciprocated. That’s what makes a relationship (romantic, platonic, or otherwise) healthy. That’s what love is. Both people giving. Both people supportin each other. Not one person giving until they have nothing left for themself.