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Hi, I’m Keira, (she/her) bisexual 🩷
The world is crazy, so let’s read good fics and have some fun
Delusional girlie here 🫡
read at your own risk! this blog will include 18+ content
Remus Lupin who's constantly reminded that people find him intimidating, his big stature and the dozen of scars littering his face and body, the deep, gravely voice.
Then you come along and stumble over your words, can't look him in the eye and seem to be avoiding him. Obviously, you must be scared of him. So, when he tries to remidy that, being extra nice to you, making sure to smile instead of keeping his stern resting face (allthough that always comes easy to him around you) and bringing you coffee and yet it somehow gets worse he's just stumped.
Once, he mentions how you must be scared of him offhandidly and you get so confused. Blinking up at him, with a questioning look. When he finally explains his thought process, you start blushing so hard!! "Oh! ehm... I actually- I kinda have a crush on you... That's why- Nevermind. Just- I'm not scared of you." And now he's looking at you like :O??? This cute girl, constantly blushing and getting nervous has a crush on him???
Next thing you know, you're making out and he's caging you against the door with his huge frame in the way you have been fantasizing about for months and it's even better than you imagined.
I need to kiss him all over until he realizes that he's worthy of love
𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐓
Logan wasn’t exactly subtle. He wasn’t loud about it either, but anyone with two eyes and half a brain could tell he was into you.
Anyone but you, apparently.
He’d sit next to you even when the whole damn room was empty. Offer you the last beer, even though you knew he was craving it all day. He’d grunt and roll his eyes when you asked if he wanted to come with you on errands—but he always came. Always carried your bags. Always walked on the side of the sidewalk closest to traffic.
And still, you thought he was just being nice.
“You look beautiful,” he muttered one day under his breath, watching you giggle at something on your phone while curled up in his flannel. You’d taken it weeks ago, claiming it was “comfy,” and never gave it back.
You looked up at him, blinking. “Did you say something?”
He just sighed, leaned back on the couch, and tossed an arm over his eyes.
One time, he even bought you flowers. Like, real ones. No occasion. Just saw them at the market and thought they reminded him of you. You took them with a beaming smile and said, “Aww! These are so pretty. I should get you something too—you’ve been such a good friend lately!”
Friend.
He nearly growled.
But he still gave you rides, still patched you up when you scraped your knees, still stood a little too close every time you were upset—like his presence alone could protect you from the world.
One night, he stood in your doorway, jaw tight, eyes stormy. You’d been talking about some guy who asked for your number at the bar.
“I said no,” you assured him, laughing. “I don’t even know if he was my type.”
Logan looked at you then. Really looked at you.
“What is your type?”
You shrugged, completely missing the tension in his shoulders. “I dunno. Strong, protective. Kinda broody, I guess? But sweet. Like... quiet sweet. If that makes sense?”
His voice was gravel when he spoke. “So me.”
You paused. Laughed. “Yeah, kinda like you.”
He raised an eyebrow. Waited. Nothing.
You stared at him, clueless.
He turned and muttered under his breath as he left your room, “Unbelievable.”
But the next morning, there was coffee waiting for you.
Just the way you liked it.
Part 2
everyone welcome gavin (savage) mchugh on the stage
anyway time for real sports in a real football country. the women's brazil world cup 2027 just dropped the sickest trailer of all time
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[ Text ID: Love, love, love, it was the core of my life, ]
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I will make a beautiful life for myself no matter how long it takes. I will I will I will
Hey. Why isn’t the moon landing a national holiday in the US. Isn’t that fucked up? Does anyone else think that’s absurd?
It was a huge milestone of scientific and technological advancement. (Plus, at the time, politically significant). Humanity went to space! We set foot on a celestial body that was not earth for the first time in human history! That’s a big deal! I’ve never thought about it before but now that I have, it’s ridiculous to me that that’s not part of our everyday lives and the public consciousness anymore. Why don’t we have a public holiday and a family barbecue about it. Why have I never seen the original broadcast of the moon landing? It should be all over the news every year!
It’s July 20th. That’s the day of the moon landing. Next year is going to be the 54th anniversary. I’m ordering astronaut shaped cookie cutters on Etsy and I’m going to have a goddamn potluck. You’re all invited.
Hey. Hey. Tumblr. Ides of March ppl. We can do this
Hell yeah moon holiday
Ooh coming up we should celebrate
PITCH: We call it Moon Day, and then every 7 years when it falls on a Monday, that's an even BIGGER deal and we call that Moon Day Monday and go absolutely apeshit about it (the next Moon Day Monday is in 2026 so we have a couple trial runs first)
MOON DAY MOON DAY MOON DAY
moon day is 20th July!!!
Cockwarming, but you’re already full of cum, and now just holding daddy’s cock in you until it’s ready for round two, but also plugging all the cum inside your pussy where it belongs.
LOOK AT THIS DIVA
Sometimes being called “strong” just feels exhausting.
Because people usually say it after you have survived something difficult, but very rarely do they ask what surviving it actually cost you.
What it cost your energy. Your sense of safety. Your ability to relax completely. The softer parts of you that got worn down from carrying too much for too long.
I think there are people who have been resilient for so many years that they no longer know how to stop bracing themselves. People who became dependable because they had to. People who kept going, not because they were fearless, but because life did not really give them another option.
And after a while, resilience stops feeling empowering. It just becomes tiring.
You get tired of being the one who “handles it.” Tired of adapting. Tired of recovering. Tired of surviving difficult things and then immediately being expected to continue functioning like nothing happened.
Sometimes you don’t want to be strong. Sometimes you want to be held gently by life for once.
You want rest that actually feels restful. You want softness without guilt. You want to stop feeling like every difficult experience is just another lesson you are supposed to grow from.
And honestly, I think that feeling deserves more understanding than it gets.
Because there is a quiet grief in realizing how much of your life has been spent enduring instead of simply living.
So if you are tired of being resilient, I hope you know that does not make you weak or ungrateful or incapable.
It makes you human.
Human beings were never meant to carry endless amounts of pain without eventually becoming exhausted by it.
You deserve support too. You deserve gentleness too. You deserve spaces where you do not have to be the strong one all the time.
And I hope one day you experience a kind of peace that does not require survival first.
Not relief after crisis. Not temporary comfort between difficult periods.
Just ordinary, steady softness. The kind that lets your nervous system finally realize it no longer has to fight so hard to exist.
If today was hard on your heart, I hope tonight holds you gently.
Not every difficult day looks dramatic from the outside. Sometimes it is just a person quietly carrying too many feelings for too many hours. A person answering normally while internally falling apart in small, invisible ways. A person trying very hard to stay soft while life keeps asking them to endure more than they should have to.
And when days like that finally end, the exhaustion is not only physical. It settles deeper than that. Into your chest. Into your thoughts. Into the silence that arrives when you are finally alone with yourself again.
So if that is where you are tonight, please do not rush yourself back into being okay.
You do not need to turn your pain into productivity. You do not need to explain why today affected you so deeply. You do not need to convince yourself that others “have it worse” in order to deserve comfort.
Your heart became tired honestly.
I think sometimes people need to hear that softness is still allowed after difficult days. You are still allowed to make yourself warm tea. To sit quietly. To leave messages unanswered for a little while. To wrap yourself in blankets and exist very gently until your nervous system stops holding everything so tightly.
And I hope you know this too:
There is nothing shameful about being emotionally affected by life.
Some people feel things very deeply. Some people carry stress silently until it suddenly becomes too heavy. Some people spend the entire day being strong for everyone else and only realize how overwhelmed they are once the night becomes quiet.
If that is you, I hope tonight feels less like survival and more like being cared for, even if only by yourself for now.
I hope the bed feels soft beneath you. I hope your breathing slows down. I hope tomorrow arrives more gently.
Most of all, I hope you stop speaking to yourself like someone who must always endure things without tenderness.
You deserve tenderness too.
There are some people who see pain and immediately feel responsible for it.
Not because anyone asked them to.
Not because it is actually their job.
But because something inside them cannot stand the thought of someone hurting.
So they listen.
They stay up late having difficult conversations. They search for the right words. They try to understand every side of every situation. They carry people's worries home with them. They think about conversations days later, wondering if there was something better they could have said.
And after a while, helping stops feeling like something they do.
It starts feeling like something they have to do.
Someone is sad? You need to fix it.
Someone is lonely? You need to help.
Someone is struggling? You need to stay.
Someone is hurting? You need to find the right words.
Because maybe if you care enough, try hard enough, stay long enough, you can somehow make the pain smaller.
But what makes this so exhausting is that human beings are not problems to solve.
Some hurts cannot be fixed overnight.
Some wounds belong to journeys that are not yours to walk for someone else.
And some people need support, not rescue.
I think people who become hyperfocused on fixing everyone else's pain often have incredibly soft hearts.
They notice things others miss.
They remember small details.
They genuinely care.
But sometimes they care so much that they start carrying responsibilities that were never meant to belong to them.
They start feeling guilty when someone they love is unhappy.
They start measuring their worth by how useful they can be.
They start believing that if they cannot make things better, they have somehow failed.
And that is such a heavy thing for one person to carry.
So if this sounds like you, I hope you hear this gently:
You are allowed to care without curing.
You are allowed to love people without saving them.
You are allowed to sit beside someone's pain without fixing it.
Your kindness is not measured by how many people you rescue.
Your value is not determined by how useful you are during someone else's crisis.
And somebody else's suffering is not proof that you have not done enough.
Sometimes the most loving thing you can offer is simply your presence.
A message.
A conversation.
A reminder that they are not alone.
The rest does not belong entirely on your shoulders.
You deserve rest too.
You deserve days where you are not carrying everyone else's emotions.
You deserve friendships where support flows both ways.
You deserve to exist as a person, not as an emergency service for everyone you love.
And I hope, little by little, you learn that caring deeply and carrying everything are not the same thing.
Because your heart was never meant to hold the weight of the whole world.