okay bye!! bacieciambelline dead after 9 years
i hate this blog so i’ve remade. good luck out there kids. if we cross paths again then cool
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Questions/Comments to be sent anonymously!
(though off anon is fine too!)
- “Is there someone you hold dear?”
- “Don’t you feel any guilt?”
- “You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?”
- “There must be something you fear.”
- “Do you have a home?”
- “Is there someone you like?”
- “Are you really expecting a positive outcome out of this?”
- “Aren’t you ashamed?”
- “Aren’t you happy?”
- “Who do you despise?”
- “How do you sleep at night?”
- “How do you manage to keep going despite everything?”
- “What do you think of kindness?”
- “What do you think of hatred?”
- “Why do you fight?”
- “Why do you live?”
- “How much blood have you spilled?”
- “How much death have you seen?”
- “Don’t you think your actions are reckless?”
- “Don’t you know how much good you’ve done for others?”
- “Can’t you tell they love you?”
- “Can’t you see he/she would die for you?”
- “Can’t you see that they hate you?”
- “Can’t you tell the truth for once?”
- “You’re not tainted.”
- “You’re not alone.”
- “You’re awful.”
- “You don’t think of anyone but yourself.”
- “You’re an emotionless robot.”
- “You’re just a lap dog.”
- “It’s not over.”
- “He/she needs you.”
- “Stop lying.”
- “Stop fighting.”
- “Stop pushing others away.”
- “You’re cruel.”
- “You’re far too kind. Too kind for your own good.”
- “You depend on him/her too often.”
- “You’re overprotective, it’s stifling.”
- “You’re too impulsive, it’s reckless.”
- “You’re too careless, it’s a liability.”
- “He/she is bringing you down.”
- “You’re too timid, it’s easy to see you as a target.”
- “You need to listen.”
- “You need to speak up more often.”
- “You’re weak.”
- “You’re strong. Stronger than you’ll ever know.”
- “You’re too proud.”
- “Quit blaming others for your mistakes.”
- “You won’t always be around to save him/her.”
- “One day, he/she won’t need you anymore.”
- “You can’t cheat death.”
- “You can’t hide forever.”
- “They’ll find out the truth eventually.”
- “That person is only holding you back.”
- “They’re too good for you.”
- “You’ll be rewarded for your efforts if you keep trying.”
- “It will get better.”
- “You look lonely.”
- “You look bitter.”
- “You look tired.”
- “You’re hiding a painful burden.”
- “You’re perfect.”
- “You’re beautiful.”
- “You will always be worthless.”
- “Your hands are too dirty, too tainted to be clean.”
- “You’re lost in this world. Wandering without a purpose.”
- “You’ll rise above them all.”
- “You’ll find your place in this world.”
- “Eventually, someone will knock you off your pedestal.”
[puts an arm around his shoulders] hello......... tiger. sport.
Daddy? Daddy, is that you?
[ there are kill bill sirens going off in his head and he doesn’t know how to shut them off ] [ every fight or flight instinct is activated right now, but he’s standing perfectly still, holding his breath, trying to blank out his mind so he can continue having a very normal and functional adult relationship talk about things that should be easy ]
[ his fists ARE clenched in feliciano’s shirt but otherwise the hug is the same ] [ literally what is happening he’s so confused ] i. i just made a joke about. my c-car. i am fine, feliciano. but i appreciate the concern. and i will. come over tonight, or whatever.
[ the visceral reaction radiating off rainer in waves and scores should be a very large indicator that he should stop and step back before his friend shuts down or lashes out ] [ but feliciano is an idiot. a well-intentioned, misguided idiot ]
[ he doesn’t stop rubbing his back, doesn’t stop hugging him as close as possible; and he even rears his head back to look at him with exhausted eyes dulled with exhaustion but brimming with so much care and worry. because that’s what he is - worried ] I know but... Please promise me you’ll rely on me a little more. And that you will come so I can watch over you tonight? Please?
[ what the fuck is this? what the fuck is this??? that back rubbing action? good god ] [ there’s something tight in his chest and he has to ruthlessly crush it in his metaphorical fist because. holy shit ] [ swallowing back the thickness in his voice like a champ ]
[ carefully starts to draw away ] um, you know that is just an expression, yes? i sleep like. erm. the dead. i sleep like a corpse in a mausoleum, like uh – [ what the fuck is he talking about ] a log. no screaming or crying at all, ever. [ nailed it ]
A log... I see. [ nods and repeats this to himself despite it being the stupidest wad of bullshit he’d heard all week ] Hey, listen to me, Rainer. [ there’s this weird softness in his voice that’s doused in tangible concern, warmth, and sincerity that rings foreign to his own ears ] [ what started out as a means to get affection for himself rapidly flipped to where he was trying to aggressively give it, and he was more than okay with that ]
I know you’re a whole ass but I need you to understand that I’m actually here to support you. I care about your well-being more than you give me credit for. I’m asking, as your friend, to let me take care of you just this once. Please? Can you let me do that for you?
[ cici is clutching him like he’s a fucking lifeline, so he can probably feel how all of the muscles in his back bunch up, and the way he forces each grouping to relax one by one, starting at his shoulders and working his way down ] [ the process takes him a full 45 seconds, during which he is completely silent ]
i always sleep like a baby. [ his voice sounds off but not bad-off, just. rehearsed. ] are you asking me to sleep over?
... [ ohh... oh, feliciano knows where this is heading because he pulls the same defensive card all the time ] [ with a low sigh and obvious movements, he gently- so that he doesn’t startle the absolute shit out of rainer -rubs slow calming circles into his back to help him relax ]
So you mean to tell me you stay up all night screaming and crying, right? [ maybe its a joke but it sounds... not quite accusatory but something along those lines ] If that’s how you see it then yes.
[ gives him a slightly confused look ] i … also know how to p-protect myself, but i appreciate it. besides, usually they just break in and die horribly on my c-c-clean floors. [ get a grip ] [ except when that’s not what happens ] [ wait he can’t seem like he’s slighting feliciano ] but i, eh. appreciate it. [ pats his back ]
[ he is not pleased with that answer at all ] [ rainer can dismiss him all he wants but the lad is too stubborn for his own good ] I’m glad you know how to hold a gun. That’s a very good thing to know. But honestly, I would feel better knowing you got some sleep tonight while I watch your ass. [ why is he so concerned this is unusual ]
i believe the technical term is “un-touch deprivation”, because i am doing the opposite of depriving you of touch. [ this is a clinical term ] [ he has to take a moment to think though, because ] i do not…. believe so. i have been surprised before. [ casually confessing to being in danger at all times ]
You think I know English? You think I know how to talk? [ he does get serious, though ] Let’s hope no one surprises you... [ pauses ] You... are aware that I know how to protect people right? And that you can always hide at my place if you want. [ pauses again--that was too sincere, lighten the mood ] You dumbass.
[ very patiently ] i am hugging you, feliciano. [ settles his chin on top of his head ] i am not worried about the cost of the tires, i would just like to be able to use my car for unrelated getaways. in case someone, you know, “comes after my ass”.
[ grumbly, grumbly but please do not move the chin, it is comforting ] Then I’ll give you my car or drive you around. Did you fuck anyone up that they’ll find you and cut into my touch deprivation time?
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'i struggle with the idea of anyone loving me unconditionally.'
Slender fingers run back and forth through chestnut locks, over and over, with the utmost affection and care. The distance between bodies of two lovers long gone, legs intertwined together in a Gordian knot. An arm wrapped around a man of a smaller, more fragile frame, with the other hand gently caressing the back, feeling bumps of the spine. Pouring unconditional love into the one he cherishes more than anyone else, his lips searching restlessly for Feliciano’s to ensure them once again they’re craved, they’re sweeter than nectar, sweeter than honey. Once free to speak, they utter words that cut through Gunnar’s intestines like a blade. His eyebrows draw together in a soft frown, and he wishes eye contact was possible in their setting. Instead, he decides to lower his voice and whisper into the silence of the room.
“ Feliciano … ” there is a tone of resigned heartache in his voice. “ Don’t invalidate my feelings for you. I chose you, out of all the people… and I remain firm and convinced about my choice being correct. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I … I don’t know what else to do if you don’t feel sure about it. ”
The hold feels tighter now than it used to as if he wanted them both to merge into one presence, into one body with one compounded heart beating in one rhythm, singing the anthem of devotion and yearning, of warmth and security. He lets out a sigh to subtly announce his downcasted mood. The tenderness did not cease, quite the contrary; a worried boy who would give up his life for the love of his life, Lord oh Lord, was he not doing enough?
[robs him at gunpoint]
... So here’s what we’re gonna do. My safe is in the bathroom cabinet. It has my inheritance that I haven’t made anyone aware of yet. I want you to shoot me. Shoot me like the bastard you are, take my inheritance, and escape to Corsica.
There will be a boat waiting for you.
concetti; una meta
l'angelo chi ha sorriso con un bicchiere
There was something wrong with this picture.
[gives him baby shoes]
[ tries to squeeze his foot into them ; can’t ]
Hmm... OH!!
[ pulls down his sweatpants--he’s not wearing underwear--and tries to put one of the baby shoes over one (1) ball ]
Cozy!! Thank you!!
Cock is one of my favorite tastes. Not only that, but balls smell amazing. It makes me go a little crazy on it to be honest. Like, I cannot get it far enough down my throat to be satisfied. I’m only satisfied when I feel those intense, powerful, salty, hot pumps of cum down my throat. When I sit back on my heels, look up at you with cum all over my mouth and slobber running down my neck, hair all fucked up and wipe my mouth with the back of my arm and ask you if I did a good job and you cannot e
[ nods in agreement ]
Together, we are Cock Sluts. You drink cumdrop soup?