we are not the heroines.

───       ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʀᴏɪɴᴇꜱ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ.

[notheroines]

i miss writing,   but i don’t have time to write.    do you see the problem here? 

[notheroines]

i’m sorry i haven’t really been around on either blog;     i’ve been busy and honestly just focused on things away from tumblr !!     trying to really crack down on my health routine & all that !!    but i love you guys a lot and i hope you’re doing okay !!    <3 

[minacixus-blog]

nsfw starters; fifty reasons to have sex

[notheroines]

minacixus-blog‌:

send a number for a drabble/starter. they are sorted into categories ;

 CATEGORY ONE; general

‘i can’t sleep’ sex

‘make up’ sex

‘break up’ sex

‘revenge’ sex

‘rebound’ sex

‘i’m bored’ sex

‘curiosity’ sex

‘first time’ sex

‘homecoming/prom night’ sex

‘hotel room’ sex

‘distraction’ sex

‘the condoms are about to expire’ sex

‘anniversary’ sex

‘snuck out of the house to hook-up’ sex

‘post-argument’ sex

‘we’re drunk and horny’ sex

‘comfort’ sex

‘walked in on while naked’ sex

‘to change the subject’ sex

CATEGORY TWO; risky/kinky/strangers

‘i need a place to crash’ sex

‘your friend just told you about a new position’ sex

‘the elevator broke down’ sex

‘end of the world/the world is in chaos’ sex

‘i can’t believe we survived’ sex

‘i caught you masturbating’ sex

‘you caught me masturbating’ sex

‘crotchless underwear is a thing’ sex

‘i’m/your pregnant and horny’ sex

‘we’re in a public place and i just spent the last half hour making you ridiculously aroused’ sex

‘you’re my teacher and i finally seduced you’ sex

‘i’m your teacher and i can’t believe your my student’ sex

‘best friend’s younger sibling who suddenly got hot’ sex

‘i saw a cool scene in a porno and i want to reenact it’ sex

CATEGORY THREE; cheating/assumed cheating

‘everyone thinks we’re banging, so we might as well just do it’ sex

‘we’ve been friends-with-benefits for a long time, and now that one of us is in a relationship, are we going to stop?’ sex

‘randomly hooked up one night and the next monday you walk into my work and i discover that my favourite colleague is actually your husband/wife’ sex

‘one or both of us is in a relationship, but we can’t help it’ sex

‘we’ve both been cheated on by our respective partners, so fuck it’ sex

CATEGORY FOUR; established relationships

‘we just got engaged’ sex

‘i thought you were dead, but you’re not and i can’t believe it’ sex

‘we were childhood sweethearts, and we haven’t seen each other in years’ sex

‘i need to lose my virginity and you’re the only person i want to lose it to’ sex

‘you just walked into my office for a job as my secretary/assistant and we haven’t seen each other in years, but sexual tension is a thing’ sex

‘our families hate each other for (insert reason here) but that doesn’t matter to us’ sex

‘we’re in a dysfunctional, toxic relationship but i still love you more than anything in this world’ sex

CATEGORY FIVE; lgbti+

‘my girlfriend left me with blue balls, and you’re her brother and i’m pretty sure i’m not gay but lets go for it’ sex

‘we pretended to be lesbian lovers to get a creepy guy to stop hitting on us, so we kissed to complete the charade and we both kind of liked it, so…?’ sex

‘you’re my room mate and you’re really hot, but we’re both guys/girls and this is new to me’ sex

‘i’m gay and you’re curious and you asked me to show you what it’s like’ sex

‘you’re gay and i’m curious and i asked you to show me what it’s like’ sex

[abandonself]

[notheroines]

ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ɪ’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇs.      i use facts and evidence to build a cage around my heart.      i can’t help it.       i can’t change it and,   honestly,   I don’t think I would want to.     it’s my armor.      /    private & mutually exclusive liz ortecho of the cw’s roswell,  new mexico.   ♥

[notheroines]

hey @praesaes,   tumblrbot thinks we might be able to start a beautiful friendship if i message you.    so, uh, i guess this is me trying to initiate a beautiful friendship with you : /        i know you’re way too cool for me,  but... pls ? 

[notheroines]

praesaes‌,     ʟᴜᴋᴇ + ʜᴇʟᴇɴᴀ.

everything  seems  to  change  from  day  to  day .     everything  seems  so  uncertain ,     everything  seems  like  it’s  out  of  order  and  everything  is  new  and  strange  and  dangerous .     sometimes ,     it  just  feels  like  he  quite  can’t  keep  up .     but     with     helena     things     are     good .     for  a  moment ,     the  world  is  at  a  stand  still     &     it  is  just  the  two  of  them .     thumb  trace  the  faded  scar  on  her  hip ,     a  kiss  placed  to  it  after  before  eyes  shift  up  to  her     :     tug  of  a  smile  forming  upon  features .     ❛     never  heard  that  story  before .     ❜     crawls  up  so  he’s  by  her  side  again ,     laying  down  on  his  back     :     arm  behind  his  head .     ❛     more  you  wanna  tell  me     ?     ❜     teasing  tone  as  he  looks  over  to  her ,     smile  only  growing .  

ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ sᴛɪʟʟɴᴇss ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴅʀᴏᴏᴍ,       the outside world ceases to exist.    no searching for answers to fix what this cruel universe broke;      no fighting over how to make sense of this new society.    here,    now,     there’s just luke &‌ helena  —  and his soft,  warm smile she loves so much.      ‘     never saw me naked before,  either.   perks of being my fiance.       ’      corner of her lips quirk with a smile as she rolls onto her side,       hand coming to rest gently against his chest.      ‘    maybe, ‌ but it’s your turn.    tell me something i don’t know about you.       ’  

[notheroines]

praesaes‌,        ʙᴇʟʟᴀᴍʏ ʙʟᴀᴋᴇ + ᴇᴄʜᴏ ʙʟᴀᴋᴇ.

gives  but  a  small  nod  as  she  looks  at  him  over  her  shoulder ,     ever  so  little  smile  tugged  at  his  lips .     head  rest  against  hers     &     he  aims  the  gun ,     keeping  his  hands  on  hers  at  all  times .     doesn’t  let  go  when  she  pull  the  trigger     &     he  doesn’t  let  go  after .     watch  as  the  bullet  hits  the  target ,     a  little  off  from  the  circle  painted  in  the  middle     :     but  it  wasn’t  bad  for  a     first     shot .     ❛     remember  to     breath .     ❜     voice  is  ever  so  soft  whisper  against  the  shell  of  her  ear ,     can  sense  how  tense  she  is ,     pressed  against  him .     ❛     you  did  good .     see ,     you  almost  hit  the  center .     ❜  

ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ‌ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ɪɴ ᴀᴢɢᴇᴅᴀ.      almost ‌was the difference between nia’s ire and approval.       almost ‌was the difference between life and death.        even his quiet praise,    which would normally elicit a twitch of a smile,    is met only by stiff shoulders and rigid spine.      yet echo doesn’t pull away from him,    doesn’t shy away from the weapon in her grasp.      simply gives a short nod of her head and slowly exhales,   trying to follow his lead.   ‘     again,      ’       she murmurs,      finger returning to its spot against the trigger.       closes one eye as she moves the sight into position,      back pressed tight against his chest as she takes aim.      doesn’t wait for his approval this time,      her years of training with an arrow and a sword guiding her into place.      crease of her brow as she draws a steadying breath,      before pressing down on the trigger for the second time.

[notheroines]

praesaes‌,    ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟ + ʟᴇɴɴᴏɴ.

“  𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 .  ”

hands  on  either  sides  of  her  face ,     thumbs brush  across  cheeks     &     there’s  a  breath  of  relief  as  forehead  come  to  rest  against  hers ,     eyes  close  as  if  to  soak  her  up  again .     a  moment  where  he  thought  he’d  lost  her .     a  moment  where  he  thought  he  would  never  get  to  see  her  again     &     it  had  been  one  of  the  worst  moments  of  his  life .     finally  having  her  back  in  his  grasp ,     he  swears  he’ll  never  let  go .     small  shake  of  his  head  as  eyes  flutter  open ,     lock  with  hers     :     one  of  his  arms  goes  to  wrap  around  the  small  of  her  back .     ❛     not  happening  again .     ❜   

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴀғᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ.        away from the city,    away from the survivors who insist on fighting over their few ,  precious resources.     thought they could build a life here,  maybe get married and settle down.     but the attack had been quick,  violent,  lennon ripped from daniel’s side within the first thirty seconds.      though she’d fought her way out,      panic had gripped her chest every second :‌   if she lost him,       if she emerged from the wreckage to his death. . .    she couldn’t survive it.         and so it’s with tear-stained cheeks that she clings to him,      touch frantic as fingertips drag over his skin as if searching for a wound or scrape.       finding none,  lennon breathes a sigh of relief,      drowned out by her own choked sob.  ‘      i can’t …       i can’t lose you.      anyone but you.       ’

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

[notheroines]

mikkeljensen‌:

Euphoria (2019—) Created by Sam Levinson

[notheroines]

rpmemes-galore‌:

Send a symbol for your muse to gently touch mine by: 

❥ :  tucking stray hair behind their ear

✿ : trailing soft kisses down their arm

☁ : cuddling with them under a blanket

★ : pressing a kiss to the back of their hand

▲ : leaning your head against their shoulder

♪ : singing them a lullaby and brushing their hair

◆ : wrapping your arms around them from behind

✤ : lacing your fingers into theirs and holding their hands

♣ : slowly pulling them into your lap to curl up and cuddle

▨ : rubbing their back to calm them down when they’re upset

▰ : embracing them and holding them firmly against your chest

[notheroines]

praesaes‌,     ᴋʏʟᴇ ᴡɪᴄᴋ + ᴠᴀʟᴇʀɪᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇʀᴀ.

“  𝚜𝚑𝚑 ,  𝚜𝚑𝚑 .  𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎 .  ”

tries  to  push  away  from  him     :     confused  as  to  where  she  is .     what’s  going  on .     but  there’s  something  familiar  about  the  voice  that’s  muffled  into  her  hair     &     after  a  moment ,     it’s  like  she  clicks  back  to  herself .     comes  back  to  their  room ,     rather  than  whatever  nightmare  she’d  been  trapped  in .     breath  caught  in  her  throat ,     before  a  shallow  exhale  escapes  lips     &     instead  of  pushing  him  away ,     forehead  comes  to  rest  against  his  shoulder  and  she  leans  into  him .  

ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇs sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs:‌       thrashing in their bed,     sweat clinging to her forehead and eyes darting behind closed lids.       the sounds she makes,  her broken cries as the nightmare ravages her mind;    his strong,  beautiful girl reduced to a trembling mess beside him.     gentle fingers card through val’s hair as he cradles her against his chest,     giving her a moment to simply breathe and come back to herself.   doesn’t want to press her,  but wants her to know he’s here.   he’s always gonna be here.       ‘      you wanna talk about it?‌‌‌‌        ’   

[notheroines]

praesaes‌,    ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴍᴜʀᴘʜʏ + ɪsᴀʙᴇʟʟᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛᴡᴏᴏᴅ.

“  𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 ,  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 .  ”

he’s  never  lost  a  sibling .     didn’t  have  one  to  lose ,     so  he  has  no  idea  what  she  is  going  through .     lost  his  dad     :     but  it  didn’t  feel  right  to  compare  it .     but  it  doesn’t  matter .     whatever  she  wants .     whatever  she     needs ,     goes .     doesn’t  matter  if  she  wants  him  there  or  not ,     doesn’t  want  to  push ,     doesn’t  want  to  pull  away  either .     specially  not  if  she  wants  him  there .     ❛     okay ,     baby .     ❜     it’s  a  low  murmur  before  he  kicks  shoes  off     &     crawl  over  her ,     laying  down  on  the  bed  behind  her .     arms  wrap  around  her  waist ,     pulling  her  close  to  him .     ❛     i’m     here .     ❜     

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ,          her expensive heels littering the floor as proof.     alec and jace ,     their attempts at comfort shoved aside,     her shouts disrupting the thick blanket of silence as she told them precisely where to shove their sorries.        only he is allowed close ,      the brush of his skin against hers all that keeps her from drowning in her grief .        ‘        i don’t want to talk about it,         ’       she warns ,    voice scratchy from her shouts .     pauses a beat before she shifts in his arms ,       red-rimmed eyes flickering up to peer at him through her lashes .     there’s a reason only he is permitted in her room . . .        ‘        in fact . . .         ’        she murmurs ,    pressing closer to him ,    her hand dropping to finger at the hem of his shirt.         ‘        i don’t want to talk at all .       ’    

[notheroines]

praesaes‌,   ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟ ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴀʏ + ʟᴇɴɴᴏɴ ᴀʙʟᴇs.

doesn’t  even  remember  what  they  had  fought  about  back  then .     what  the     root     issue     of  their  breakup  was  about     &     now ,     it  is  nothing  but  insignificant .     can’t  for  the  life  of  him  care ,     because     he     finally     got     her     back .     finally  got  her  back  in  his  arms     :     finally  get  to  kiss  her  again .     have  her  close ,     after  thinking  she  was  gone  for  so  long .     one  of  his  arms  stay  curled  around  her ,     but  other  goes  to  cup  her  cheek ,     eyes  stay  on  hers  as  forehead  press  against  hers .     and  her  words  bring  nothing  but  a  smile  to  his  lips ,     soft  sigh  leaving  him     :     some  sort  of  relief  he  guess .     ❛     love     you     too .     ❜     another  soft  kiss  pressed  to  her  lips .     ❛     always .     ❜  

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏ.     ‌ never needed to hear those three little words as badly as she does right now.       months spent fearing his death,      months spent agonizing over those final moments in her apartment:‌    that night,    she gave him a reason to hate her.        lashed out in ways that embarrass her now,  and yet . . .       he doesn’t hold it against her.      he still loves her,    which is far more than she could ever deserve.      heat licks at the backs of her eyes as she clutches daniel closer,      anchoring herself to his touch and his kiss.      he’s alive;      the man she’s spent years loving with everything she has,   he’s alive.    with a strangled sob,  lennon kisses him again,   fingers greedy and insistent where they draw him close.      never gonna let him out of her sight now.     never gonna risk having to let him go.          ‘     always,     ’      she echoes quietly,    drawing back to rest her forehead against his.        ‘    i’m so sorry for everything i said.      i’m so sorry.      ’

[notheroines]

praesaes‌,   ᴍᴇɢʜᴀɴ ᴘᴀʏɴᴇ + ʟᴏɢᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴛᴇ.

“  𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚒 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞  ?  ”

it’s  laughter ,     hearthy     giggles     while  sitting  next  to  logan     :     something  light  hearted ,     something  she  enjoys  more  and  more  for  each  passing  moment  that  she  use  with  her .     brings  out  a  side  of  her  that  is  so  rare ,     it’s  almost  just  her  that  gets  to  see  it .     bright  gaze  lift  to  the  other     &     they’re  so  much  closer  than  anticipated .     breath  caught  in  her  throat     &     then  question  is  asked ,     rest  in  the  air  between  them  for  a  moment .     hadn’t  thought  about  kissing  her ,     not  before  this  very  moment     :     but  it  is  like  something  clicks  into  place  at  inquire .     tongue  trail  across  lower  lip ,     before  there’s  a  small  nod  of  her  head     :     leaning  barely  a  fraction  closer ,     keeping  hands  in  her  lap .     /     @risenphoenix

ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʜᴀs ᴄʀᴏssᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴛɪᴍᴇs:      the thought of kissing meghan,      of brushing her lips against her best friend's and sinking her fingers in those soft curls.       had always worried she'd be rejected,       their friendship fractured because of feelings beyond her control,      and yet . . .       here she is,     gaze lingering on meghan's lips.      drawing a sharp breath,    logan reaches up to gently curl her fingers against meghan's jaw.    ‘      okay,       ’      she breathes,   slowly leaning towards her best friend.       gives her a chance to pull away,      gaze flickering between her lips and her soft gaze.      when she meets no resistance,     logan finally closes the distance,     lips slowly meeting hers.

[notheroines]

give me reasons to write natalia ,  izzy ,  or isobel,  please 

[notheroines]

praesaes‌:     ᴏᴄᴛᴀᴠɪᴀ ʙʟᴀᴋᴇ + ᴇᴄʜᴏ ʙʟᴀᴋᴇ.

the  only  thing     familiar     in  this  situation ,     seems  to  be  holding  the  weight  of  a  sword  in  her  hand .     but  she  still  stands  by  her  statement ,     she     doesn’t     want     to     hurt     innocent     people .     will  however ,     defend  the  people  she  is  in  here  with .     they’re  her  people     &     while  she  hasn’t  always  been  able  to ,     she  wants  to  finally  do  right  by  them .     all  guilt  and  unprocessed  grief ,     every  loss  and  horrible  crime     :     it  is  all  something  she  has  to  live  with .     let  it  blind  her ,     dipped  into  her     rage     instead  because  it  had  been  easier .     but  spending  time  with  diyoza ,     stepping  foot  into  the  anomaly     :     it     made     something     change .     made  her  see  that  maybe  there  was  something  for  her ,     after  all  of  this .     waits  while  watching  the  door     :     tho ,     there  is  a  small  glance  towards  echo  as  she  speak .     lips  press  into  a  thin  line ,     almost  a  smile ,     small  shrug  of  her  shoulders  as  eyes  follow  echo’s  back  to  her  brother .     ❛     spent  some  time  with  diyoza .     ❜     eyes  find  back  to  the  door ,     deep  breath .     ❛     stepped  into  the  anomaly .     ❜     trying  to  save  someone  she  had  viewed  as  the  enemy ,     what  felt  just  a  few  days  ago .     ❛     everything     just     feel     different     now .     ❜     brunette  will  slowly  shake  her  head  as  attention  turns  back  to  echo .     ❛     hard  to  explain .     don’t  think  i  understand  it  myself  yet .     ❜  

ɢᴀᴢᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴs ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ,       though her brow creases with thought.         not sure octavia’s stunted explanation would make sense to anyone,   much less someone who hadn’t witnessed the anomaly for herself.       still,  echo can’t help but feel the stirrings of gratitude for bellamy’s sister:‌    a gratefulness that maybe this means their relationship can be mended.     that maybe bellamy has his sister back.      she doesn’t comment at first;     simply dips her head forward in a short nod,     gaze studiously fixed straight ahead.      prefers to remain unreadable,     impassive,      even if octavia has found the will to change.      ‘        and bellamy  —  does he know you have changed?    ’    only now ‌does she glance in octavia’s direction,  the press of her lips betraying her interest.        ‘        he has missed you,   even if he does not say so.    ’  

[notheroines]

praesaes‌,    ʙᴇʟʟᴀᴍʏ ʙʟᴀᴋᴇ + ᴇᴄʜᴏ ʙʟᴀᴋᴇ.

“  𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 .  ”

there’s  a  brief  moment  of     confusion     upon  his  face  as  he  looks  back  at  her     :     dark  gaze  scan across  her ,     as  if  he  can  read  it  just  like  that .     usually     he     can .     become  pretty  good  at  reading  her .     good  at  knowing  what  she  means .     what  she  wants  or  need .     but  right  now  he  comes  up  with  nothing     &     he  isn’t  sure  what  brings  this  on .     just  knows  that  she  has  been  through  something ,     and     he     hates     that     he     wasn’t     here     to     stop     it .     to  get  her  out  of  it  sooner ,     rather  than  later .     walks  up  to  her ,     calloused  hands  goes  to  either  sides  of  her  cheeks ,     forehead  comes  to  rest  against  hers .     ❛     hey ,     ❜     voice  is     low ,     just  something  that  will  be  kept  between  the  two  of  them .     ❛     you  can  talk  to  me .     i’m     here .     ❜     

ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴀɴ sʜᴇ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴏʀs?‌    the parts of herself laid bare for ryker to cast so carelessly aside?‌      a lifetime spent masquerading as someone else,     all sense of identity cast aside when she was just a little girl.    who is she, really?     sometimes even she doesn’t know.      hands lift to curl gentle fingers around his wrists,      holding him in place against her.       yet a smudge of black blood catches her eye and she tenses,       fingertips pressing more insistently against his skin.      ‘       bellamy,      ’        she breathes,    not knowing where to begin.       not knowing what  she wants to share,     if anything at all.       gaze lowers as she leans against his chest,       letting his familiar touch soothe the memories ravaging her mind.      ‘        i am a natblida  thanks to ryker. ‌      ’