its okay if you don’t like children but treating children badly or making it an essential facet of your identity that you hate them? is awful. especially announcing to everyone how much you hate kids. like just. shut up
Everyone Else: **claps for Screen Rant finally getting on board the Reylo train**
Me: **grumbling** thanks for making all those articles before about how abuuuusive Reylo is and how deluuuuuded fangirls were over it. I’m over here remembering how y’all were SURE ReySky was gonna happen and Reylo was a fangirl fantasy. But OK.
I wonder how much of that classic sense of, “I can have high expectations for how other people are treated, but view myself as trash,” comes from getting a lot of one’s basic lessons in love and empathy from books instead of peers
Like, I had almost no friends as a child, so I sat alone at recess, not playing with other children or being treated as worthwhile or interesting. The part of my brain that was supposed to encode my own personal experiences of being loved and treated well grew cobwebs while I was around other kids. So I brought library books out onto the playground with me.
Books saved me—books taught me that there were worthwhile friendships out there, and what they were like. I could tell when the characters deserved better. Books were like an author bottling up love and attention for me so I could open it up when I needed it. So I was kept entertained and learned what they looked like for other people.
But that didn’t change my own circumstances. Reading about someone being comforted when they were sad was very different than feeling someone else’s arms around me when I was crying. No matter how fiercely I wanted my life to be like the books I read, it wasn’t.
So I learned: There is a reality of love and care for other people, and there is a reality of loneliness and sorrow for me.
So no wonder I had a double standard for a lot of things in my life. My education in love was strictly bifurcated, and the important dividing line was whether a scenario included me, personally.
If true, this has all kinds of implications when it comes to treating the lonely love-starved bookworm, so I wonder.
everyone’s making jokes about how reigen’s gonna stop ???% but honestly? i feel like reigen isn’t going to try to stop him? i feel like reigen’s going to walk with ???% to tsubomi and just. take it all in his stride
The Sexual Escapades of A Well-Informed Pureblood, Engaged to the Randy Prat Who Lived - Teaser
So this weekend @l0vegl0wsinthedark and I have several things planned for you. And we don’t want to say too much, but we can spoil that sex features heavily in all of them. (*snort*) But, um. Especially Friday’s.
features a rotating cast of characters in a variety of embarrassing
positions, that were way too fun to write. Posting on Friday, by @l0vegl0wsinthedark, check out a teaser from the newest chapter.
Laughter was normal. It was when the yelling began, followed
by the telltale sound of glass smashing on a wooden floor, that Dark knew
something wasn’t right. He made his way across the yard, shoes leaving soft
imprints in the dewy grass. He’d been out here longer than he’d thought. He
opened the back door, a trail of water left behind him on the hardwood floor as
he walked to his destination. The yelling continued, with more broken glass. Dark
peered around the corner of the kitchen and let out a sigh.
Wilford was pacing back and forth, anxiously wringing his hands
as he yelled to himself, (“It’s all my fault, they’re gone because of me! Why am I always so selfish?!”)his face stained with the salty remnants of tears. He stopped for
a moment, leaning against a counter and breathing heavily. Anyone else would
have thought he had calmed down, but Dark had seen this before, and he knew
better. Wilford took another shaky breath, running his fingers through his
hair, before suddenly swiping a hand furiously across the surface of the
counter, sending a few ceramic mugs tumbling viciously to the ground, where they
splintered and broke apart.
“Wilford,” Dark called out. Wilford froze, turning his head
to look at Dark. Wilford’s expression fell even further upon seeing him.
“I killed them Dark…I killed
them! They’re gone! All of them!” he choked out, gesturing his arms helplessly.
“Wil, it’s okay,” Dark soothed.
“No, it’s not okay! It will never be okay!” Wilford said
“Nothing will ever be okay again!”
“How could I do that to my friends? How could I—”
boomed, and immediately Wilford was silenced. He hadn’t wanted to use that name.
He never wanted to use that name. But sometimes, it was the only way to keep
Wilford from hurting himself further.
Wilford stared at him, eyes brimming with tears. For a
moment, neither man said anything. All the fight had drained from Wilford, and
now he just looked devastated.
“Damien…” Wilford said, voice barely a whisper.
Dark stepped closer, and immediately Wilford fell against
him, his hands clinging onto the expensive fabric of Dark’s suit. Dark wrapped
his arms around him, pulling him closer as Wilford pressed his face to Dark’s
shoulder, every wracking sob shaking the both of them. When he had calmed
enough to stop crying, Wilford pulled back slightly, smiling apologetically at
“Sorry, Dark, I just—I got caught up in the past again,” he
“No need to apologize, Wil,” Dark reassured. “I more than
anyone understand what you’ve been through—what we’ve been through,”
Wilford nodded gratefully. Dark raised a hand to cup the
side of Wilford’s jaw, letting his thumb skim gently across his lips. He leaned
in slowly, and Wilford closed the remaining space between them, sealing their
lips in soft kiss. Wilford’s moustache tickled against Dark’s skin, but he
couldn’t care less. Dark pulled away from the kiss, only to press another to the
corner of Wilford’s mouth, then another just below that. His movements were
languid and reassuring, placing butterfly kisses all along Wilford’s neck.
Wilford sighed, the tension slowly leaving him as Dark administered his
“Just know, Wil,” Dark said between kisses, “You will never
be alone. I will always be beside you, even when everyone else has gone.”