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@childofluxury
please help
Is there a way to make your archive inaccessible (disable it the way you can likes)? Or a way to block people from seeing your account using the Tumblr app?
I’m having a stalker issue with someone looking through my archive (on a different blog) every single day for a couple of months now, and despite blocking IPs and accounts, I can’t stop it. I also can’t password protect the blog, since it’s my main blog. I really need some help here.
Anyone have any advice?
please help
Is there a way to make your archive inaccessible (disable it the way you can likes)? Or a way to block people from seeing your account using the Tumblr app?
I’m having a stalker issue with someone looking through my archive (on a different blog) every single day for a couple of months now, and despite blocking IPs and accounts, I can’t stop it. I also can’t password protect the blog, since it’s my main blog. I really need some help here.
Anyone have any advice?
about damn time
hahah wups apparently someone did not like me hanging around
I hope you’re very happy it took me 3 months to respond to this
Oh wow (Until next time)
[[So I’ve been RPing Lux since...I don’t know, probably spring of 2010? Maybe the previous fall. It’s been so long that I can’t remember. I’ve had some really good times and some really bad times with this guy. He’s had a few names (Sven, Silvian, Luca), he’s had a few looks (remember when he had long hair? Remember when he had sexy hair?), he’s been in a couple of rings, some of which don’t exist anymore. He’s made a lot of friends. I made a lot of friends.
[stares at him from behind the couch] [/squints and is ready to pounce]
*Gets a sudden chill up his spine*
childofluxury:
*Luca looks deep in thought, nodding solemnly*
Yes, yes I see.
So Monaco it is.
*Side glares at him*
No…
Don’t be a homophobe, sister.
She could make you very happy.
[And he's suddenly back on his doorstep after all this time with a big bouquet of red roses and a bottle of wine.]
*Luca opens the door, set to greet with a pleased “Moien!” which is quickly cut off when his eyes take in his guest*
*Then he slams the door in Feliciano’s face (hoping Feliciano doesn’t catch the hint of a delighted smile pulling on Luca’s lips. The game begins again)*
“Then don’t have vulgar dreams. Dream about hiking with me next time, jo? That’s an order.” Luca laughs and presses a kiss to Feliciano’s jaw. “Dream vulgar things after you get me in bed. That way you’ll know what to dream.” He thinks maybe Feliciano will get him into bed soon. “Take me on a date first. Take me somewhere nice. Book a hotel.” Luca presses a firm kiss to Feliciano’s lips, hoping to seal the idea into his head.
“Hiking…? Ah, maybe if we get to kiss in the flowers.” He’s smiling wide now, especially at the ‘after’. That meant it was going to happen, didn’t it? “Let’s go on a date tonight,” he murmurs against Luca’s lips. “Anywhere you want to go.”
“If you want to kiss in the flowers, you’ll have to wait until spring.” Luca runs his fingers through Feliciano’s hair. “I didn’t know you were so patient. I would commend you for that if I didn’t think I’d waited long enough.” He laughed, giddy, and shifted on his knees. “Take me to a late night wine bar, buy me two drinks, then take me to the best hotel in the city.” Luca nips at Feliciano’s jaw. “What happens in that hotel room is entirely up to my whims, so you’d better be on your best behavior.”
Luca almost thought it was a shame that Jan knows him so well–it might be nice to pretend he doesn’t crave these kinds of soft words from his brother. It was an ugly trait to need validation so badly. At least Jan was nice about it. “The most special?” he ventured. “Special enough to warrant a home cooked breakfast in the morning?”
They fell easily into their old pattern, with Jan wrapped around Luca, and Luca pressing into every inch of free space he could find. He let his hands roam over Jan’s back and sides as they settled, then tucked himself under his brother’s chin. This is nice, he thought, Like a hermit crab returning to his shell.
“I’m sure you two would have plenty to lecture me about. I’d have to spend even more time in the office just to keep things under wraps.” He sighed and tapped his finger absently against Jan’s skin. “I have no illusions that you’d leave me alone if you didn’t like something I was doing–I know I’d bother you if you were doing something I didn’t like, even if you hid in your room.”
Nice didn’t even cover it, if only Luca knew, if only Jan knew to tell him. Who doesn’t need validation from time to time? Even the Dutchman craved such things although he was more stoic about it.
“Of course the most,” Jan exhaled a small chuckle at the tentative breakfast plans, “Mm, maybe even that.”
Soon they were puzzled together, warm, with the occasional sigh and slide of skin under sheets. The older blond had no idea how starved he was for a caressing touch until this moment. That was validation in itself.
“Lectures. Tch. I hate getting them and I am not a fan of giving them. You’re a big boy, I’m sure you got a hold on life, you’re certainly doing well enough.” Lips comes to press against Luca’s forehead as Jan stared off into darkness, as it enveloped both into that dreamy void. “Heh, that does not surprise me, I remember you being that way when you were little. Doesn’t bother me, it’s who we are, how we function. Familiar,” Jan breathed out the last word, greeting it with a welcomed sensation as his embrace tightened just a little more.
“Oh Brudder, you really know the way to a man’s heart.” He supposed Jan had to know that well by now. He had a way of wrapping everyone around his fingers, and Luca certainly couldn’t complain at the attention. Anyway, it wasn’t like Jan didn’t know how much Luca adored him. Luca told himself that his neediness could be its own validation for his brother as he traced patterns of circles and letters into Jan’s side.
“Maybe you don’t believe in lectures, but our dear sister seems to enjoy giving them. Can you believe she was mad at me for trying to set her up on a date?” Luca sniffed and frowned, rubbing his forehead into Jan’s shoulder. “It’s not my fault she has terrible taste. You at least have good taste, if for different reasons.” He peeked up at Jan, hoping to catch a hint of reaction. He has an idea of how his brother works and with whom, but nothing has been concrete on that detail in years. “Familiar,” Luca mouthed the word. “Yes, I suppose that’s right. Some things don’t change.” He likes it that way. It means he can still expect Jan to drop everything if something happens to him. It means that Jan will let him sleep in his bed for a few nights if he bats his lashes. It means Jan won’t say anything if Luca wakes up in the middle of the night and closes the space between them from where they would drift apart in sleep.
[TEXT] Coooooffeeeee? :) :) :) :) ;) :)
[text] You’re paying 👏
[text] I’ll bring you chocolate.
*Luca does his best to look bored and princely, waving absently to Romeo as he enters and staring intently at the box of chocolate* Yes, I am very serious about the chocolate. We’re in a relationship now. That’s how long it took you to get here.
*Smiles* We expect a wedding gift.
It’s only been…15 minutes. The chocolate must be charming. [This information is clearly false. Still, Romeo checks his watch (his watch…that…doesn’t actually function) to prove that he was totally watching the time (he wasn’t).] The chocolate must be charming. Can I get you a drink?
Well...*Luca runs an expensive shoe against the leg of the chocolate’s chair* It’s sweet and it’s always there for me when I need it. *Arches a brow, stifling his smile* And it doesn’t make excuses. But I suppose it couldn’t order me a flat white, so I suppose you have that on it.
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“That’s different. We stayed together because we didn’t have anything else. Now when you come to see me, even with everything else you have, I know I am special.” He beamed, trying to sidestep all of his old paranoia. “Even the bed–now I have to go out of my way to sneak into your bed, so you know I really want to be there.”
“They’re all wrong anyway,” Luca agreed, nodding his head absently. “Even experts can be wrong sometimes.”
As Jan settled beneath the covers, Luca rolled toward the center of the bed and hooked a leg over his brother’s. This sort of behavior was likely not considered normal by any standards, but Luca grew up pressed against his brother for survival, and as an adult with more money than he knew what to do with, he still missed those tender moments. It wasn’t like anyone would see anyway. He let his head rest against Jan’s shoulder as he finished off the center of his cookie.
“Much better. It’s almost enough to make me wish we all shared a house again. How much would it cost me to hire you as a bed warmer?”
“Damn straight you’re special.” A shy smile glossed over Dutch features; the younger man knows this and Jan knows he likes to hear it, indulging him was free and natural, after all.
Luca warmed up to him in their old world sense as strong arms surround the younger blond, protective. The Dutchman was already melting, exhausted from both work and just plain old life as of late. His steady logic was lost in nostalgia and missing his family, that support system he thought he didn’t need for all these years.
“Imagine the squabbles. It could be worth it though. When you want privacy, you go to your own room on the other end of the house. However, when you’re lonely, there would be no reason to be.” A muffled snort was buried in light hair to match his tease. “Much too expensive I’m afraid.”
Luca almost thought it was a shame that Jan knows him so well--it might be nice to pretend he doesn’t crave these kinds of soft words from his brother. It was an ugly trait to need validation so badly. At least Jan was nice about it. “The most special?” he ventured. “Special enough to warrant a home cooked breakfast in the morning?”
They fell easily into their old pattern, with Jan wrapped around Luca, and Luca pressing into every inch of free space he could find. He let his hands roam over Jan’s back and sides as they settled, then tucked himself under his brother’s chin. This is nice, he thought, Like a hermit crab returning to his shell.
“I’m sure you two would have plenty to lecture me about. I’d have to spend even more time in the office just to keep things under wraps.” He sighed and tapped his finger absently against Jan’s skin. “I have no illusions that you’d leave me alone if you didn’t like something I was doing--I know I’d bother you if you were doing something I didn’t like, even if you hid in your room.”
APH Aesthetics: Luxembourg | white & blue
[And he's suddenly back on his doorstep after all this time with a big bouquet of red roses and a bottle of wine.]
*Luca opens the door, set to greet with a pleased “Moien!” which is quickly cut off when his eyes take in his guest*
*Then he slams the door in Feliciano’s face (hoping Feliciano doesn’t catch the hint of a delighted smile pulling on Luca’s lips. The game begins again)*
“You would have to earn it,” he breathes, “You already made your request for now.” Luca thinks he could–he should–he wants to–but he doesn’t think he will. Feliciano will have to properly woo him. He needs dining, a hotel, the mood. He needs to know it’s just him for the night. Even if he traps Feliciano for the evening, he might not be the first or last. He wants commitment. Maybe not all of the commitment or a relationship, but enough to know it’s not just a fuck. “What kind of dreams? Are you a teenager?” Luca rests on Feliciano’s lap. “If you tell me it’s wet dreams, I won’t be surprised. But tell me it’s something more. That’s what I want to hear.”
“Don’t make it vulgar…” Feliciano keeps kissing him, at least taking what he can get. “I’ve dreamt about dancing with you,” he murmurs. “And other things too. But you can’t fault me for that…” Kisses his jaw now. “Tell me what I can do to earn it. I’ll do anything…” And he just about would at this point. Luca was driving him crazy with all this drawn out teasing.
“Then don’t have vulgar dreams. Dream about hiking with me next time, jo? That’s an order.” Luca laughs and presses a kiss to Feliciano’s jaw. “Dream vulgar things after you get me in bed. That way you’ll know what to dream.” He thinks maybe Feliciano will get him into bed soon. “Take me on a date first. Take me somewhere nice. Book a hotel.” Luca presses a firm kiss to Feliciano’s lips, hoping to seal the idea into his head.
[And he's suddenly back on his doorstep after all this time with a big bouquet of red roses and a bottle of wine.]
*Luca opens the door, set to greet with a pleased “Moien!” which is quickly cut off when his eyes take in his guest*
*Then he slams the door in Feliciano’s face (hoping Feliciano doesn’t catch the hint of a delighted smile pulling on Luca’s lips. The game begins again)*
“Just a kiss? You could be more greedy,” Luca presses his lips against Feliciano’s cheekbone. “But if that’s what you want, I suppose I can oblige.” He takes a deep breath and does as he pleases for the moment and swings a leg over Feliciano’s lap. “Tell me again how you missed me. Tell me how I’m special,” he murmurs into Feliciano’s hair as he settles.
“Could I be…?” Feliciano feels his heart speeding up, fingers sliding down Luca’s shirt. He occupies himself with Luca’s lips for a moment, pressing against his mouth firmly. “I couldn’t miss anyone more. I’ve had dreams about you,” he mumbles, kissing him again.
"You would have to earn it," he breathes, "You already made your request for now." Luca thinks he could--he should--he wants to--but he doesn't think he will. Feliciano will have to properly woo him. He needs dining, a hotel, the mood. He needs to know it's just him for the night. Even if he traps Feliciano for the evening, he might not be the first or last. He wants commitment. Maybe not all of the commitment or a relationship, but enough to know it's not just a fuck. "What kind of dreams? Are you a teenager?" Luca rests on Feliciano's lap. "If you tell me it's wet dreams, I won't be surprised. But tell me it's something more. That's what I want to hear."
[And he's suddenly back on his doorstep after all this time with a big bouquet of red roses and a bottle of wine.]
*Luca opens the door, set to greet with a pleased “Moien!” which is quickly cut off when his eyes take in his guest*
*Then he slams the door in Feliciano’s face (hoping Feliciano doesn’t catch the hint of a delighted smile pulling on Luca’s lips. The game begins again)*
“Maybe not,” Luca smiled, leaning into Feliciano’s space, “But I am a man of luxury. Give me the real thing and I’ll pay generously.”
After taking a moment to straighten Feliciano’s stray hairs and adjusting the Italian’s collar, Luca cocks his head. “Really? And what kind of reward do you suppose you deserve?” Feliciano was intoxicating in his way of making Luca feel so wanted. Maybe it wasn’t sincere. Maybe it was. Maybe Luca wanted to feel connected to someone for the first time in decades, and maybe he was jumping on the first person who seemed to care. Luca crushes up against Feliciano’s side. “Ask nicely and you might get something nice.”
“Well, some real kisses might be nice. Please…” Feliciano smiles wide, already planting a couple of kisses on Luca’s jaw. “Am I allowed to?” He asks, repositioning himself and placing his hands on the other’s chest. “You’re too beautiful for me to sit back for long, I’m sure you realize that.” And truthfully he was being sincere. He mostly always was when it came to this sort of thing. The problem was mostly that his feelings could change on a whim.
"Just a kiss? You could be more greedy," Luca presses his lips against Feliciano's cheekbone. "But if that's what you want, I suppose I can oblige." He takes a deep breath and does as he pleases for the moment and swings a leg over Feliciano's lap. "Tell me again how you missed me. Tell me how I'm special," he murmurs into Feliciano's hair as he settles.
Handsome boy, I would welcome the company. *waggles his fingers* I'll even buy us another bottle if you're extra nice. How do you like a dry white?
[And he's suddenly back on his doorstep after all this time with a big bouquet of red roses and a bottle of wine.]
*Luca opens the door, set to greet with a pleased “Moien!” which is quickly cut off when his eyes take in his guest*
*Then he slams the door in Feliciano’s face (hoping Feliciano doesn’t catch the hint of a delighted smile pulling on Luca’s lips. The game begins again)*
“How like you to be a poet with your fool’s gold words.” Luca grinned and let his knee press against Feliciano’s. He didn’t believe him for a minute, but he thought maybe there was nothing wrong with rewarding the posturing. It might at least encourage Feliciano to come back and make a better effort of it.
“Of course it is.” And he had a feeling it wasn’t. “But you’ve come back to me, you say?” Like Feliciano was some kind of well-trained dog. “You deserve a little treat, don’t you think?” He closed the gap between them and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Feliciano’s lips.
Feliciano would have been pouting, but Luca was at least offering some closeness, so instead he just smiled, shaking his head a little at the teasing. “There’s nothing wrong with being a poet,” he murmured.
He presses into the kiss, smile even wider now. “Don’t you think I deserve a better treat than that? I brought wine and roses and everything…”
"Maybe not," Luca smiled, leaning into Feliciano's space, "But I am a man of luxury. Give me the real thing and I'll pay generously."
After taking a moment to straighten Feliciano's stray hairs and adjusting the Italian's collar, Luca cocks his head. "Really? And what kind of reward do you suppose you deserve?" Feliciano was intoxicating in his way of making Luca feel so wanted. Maybe it wasn't sincere. Maybe it was. Maybe Luca wanted to feel connected to someone for the first time in decades, and maybe he was jumping on the first person who seemed to care. Luca crushes up against Feliciano's side. "Ask nicely and you might get something nice."
[TEXT] Coooooffeeeee? :) :) :) :) ;) :)
[text] You’re paying 👏
[text] I’ll bring you chocolate.
[TEXT] yaaaaaaaaaaas meet you there!!!!1
[text] Good boy.
*And then Luca shows up at the designated coffee shop carrying a literal case of chocolate with “TAKE ME” written in marker on the side. He sets it into the opposite seat of his own, reasonably certain Romeo won’t be less than half an hour late, and he figures at least the chocolate can keep him company*
[Romeo shows up, as expected (apparently), 40 minutes late, swagger in his step and twinkle in his eye. Obviously. He sees Luca and waves, taking off his (completely unnecessary) sunglasses as strides over, almost dropping his bag on top of the box of chocolate but managing to stop himself last minute and hang it on the back of the seat instead.] Ciao! You weren’t joking about the chocolate, huh?
*Luca does his best to look bored and princely, waving absently to Romeo as he enters and staring intently at the box of chocolate* Yes, I am very serious about the chocolate. We’re in a relationship now. That’s how long it took you to get here.
*Smiles* We expect a wedding gift.
