Plan B Survivor

Hey, don't cry. Hot 50+ year old men wearing tight shirts, okay?

no matter how terrible my day is. i can always end my day in bed imagining fictional characters making out sloppy style and fucking raw. and that's beautiful. there's some good in this world mister frodo and it's worth fighting for

One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.

anyway 1920s-era Eris Vanserra who slicks his hair back and wears pinstriped suits and sweater vests and waistcoats with slutty trousers and polished shoes. He owns a huuuuge manor estate and plays tennis and calls his friends “old chap”. He’s only ever known a life of luxury and is the owner of numerous businesses and he can be a lil bit of a snob — UNTIL a new girl is employed at his house who is sweet as honey pie and absolutely endears herself to him with the delicious things she bakes and what an absolute sweetheart she is. Only, this new ray of sunshine in his life is a commoner and has absolutely nothing to her name, and everything in Eris Vanserra’s life is driven by class and reputation. He knows his father wouldn’t approve, knows his friends would scoff at his girl, knows it wouldn’t be an easy ride to have her on his arm. But the more he sees her around his estate, the more he feels like his heart might burst out of his chest.

I just don’t know who I am anymore

the fucking azriel vibes this is giving me. I am dead. deceased. expired. fuck me, up, down and sideways. press me against the wall and pant heavily onto my lips. tell me how hard it is to stay away from me 😩

"I could fix him"

Ok but- what if he could fix me? What if a single hug from him would make it all feel better?

“Four blinks for I am here, I am with you.”

*sobs*

aelin and fenrys’s friendship >>> (no i’m not crying you are)

Buy her books.

Read them to her.

Eat her pussy.

Fuck her.

Adore her.

A trope that gets to me: 'guard dog' character and their partner who are both fully aware of it and honestly don't care/kind of like it. Someone says "call your guard dog off" and their partner does call them off. That person, their 'guard dog', is someone who is unreservedly, irrefutably loyal to them. Someone undoubtedly dangerous who is willing to kill, to maim, to obey, simply because of their love for one another. There's no manipulation involved— it is loyalty, brutal, dogged loyalty. And it goes both ways.

well mannered men who are into kinky shit behind closed doors

respectful men who spank you til you're bruised

calm men who only lose it when someone else touches you

Pspspspsps: Shy girls who want to be manhandled and tossed around from position to position

i like it when a man has broad shoulders.

his shirts are always pulled taut around that area and your hands can slide from his neck, over his shoulders and down his arms for ages. he looks strong and safe and he feels like it too, because his hugs are literally the best and are so tight that it feels like he’s squeezing the air out of you without even as much as trying to.

when he’s on top of you, pushing all the love that he harbours for you into you without stop and in a much different way than a hug ever could, he hides you entirely from view from how big he is even if there’s no one there to witness what you’re doing late at night or early in the morning.

his back is hunched, and yet he’s still just as wide and powerful as before. he pounds into you and you scratch and bite in response; repeatedly dragging your nails and sinking your teeth into those broad shoulders of his in attempt to survive all that raw strength, but it’s no use.

all you can do is hold on.

Sorry but how the fuck did I end up with a praise kink when I cant take a compliment