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[viduamor-moved]

1 bigg happy familie !  ( adelyn, thor, natasha, gabrielle ).    selective,   private,   original character / canon divergent !     art credit.

[archivenott-blog]

hc + love

hc + a word

    l o l hiya, tumblr staff, I want to sue @bleusilk s’il vous plait for asking this question >’c

   anyhow, Theo finds love … complicated. he does not understand it – heck, he hates using the word ‘love’. he finds it terrifying – he does not like the word ‘falling in love’ – it scares him so much because he does not know what comes after ‘falling in love’. love is something you cannot control and Theo hates losing control. when you tell him you ‘love’ him, he will take a step back, question you – and your life choices – and avoid you. it is one of those things he does not actively seek – he has no interest in trying to understand what ‘love’ is. instead, he prefers ‘trust’ and ‘loyalty’. he needs to have a deep connection with others – intellectually and emotionally. if he feels like you are not on the same ‘wavelength’ he will not waste his time on you – he will not care for you – and you will never earn his trust and loyalty. these two things serve as the foundations of his relationships, may it be familial, platonic, or companionship.

   just – Theo does not love – he devotes. that’s why he was so devastated when his first ‘girlfriend’ – partner – cheated on him. he devoted everything for her – allowed himself to be vulnerable – gave her everything but in his own way. yet she left him for someone else, because she expected something from him – and Theo does not want anything to be expected of him. he is not very affectionate, may it be physical affection or verbal affection. do not expect him to be. allow him to show it you on his own volition. I mean, even to his father, he is not very affectionate – he has never said ‘I love you’ to him’, even though he cares ; rather, he follows his father’s advice and cherishes all the things his father gives him. same thing goes with his ‘inner circle’

   lo l , this is so incoherent, but I think the bottom line is – do not expect him to be a different person if you want his ‘love’ – he is not going to change for you – but he will show you how he – cherishes you ( ug h Ronnie gotta ask the hard questions – wae gurl ) and do not ask him what ‘love’ is – he will not answer you at all –     P.S I was listening to Foreginer’s ‘I Want to Know What Love Is’ when answering this l o l

[viduamor-moved]

ALLOYED  AFFECTIONS.       bearing taints of jealousy   /  childish envy.     what is a mother to a daughter that does not share endearment ?     exactly what she must be,     precisely the pillar that she will remain beside the girl’s father,     & nothing LESS.     oh,   yes,   though her heart may ache with silent appetency,     the widow - no - longer,     the mother - renewed,    carries compassion that blooms like roses across strong & delicate arms.     & so the head that lies gentle in her lap,     quiet as the sea after the gale,     is welcomed so willingly.      long,    lithe fingers comb through silken - gold,     & natasha smiles.       ❝      are you tired,    my love ?      ❞       //      @bleusilk

[chamberburiedgone-blog]

LoOk WhAt YoU mAdE mE dOo 🐍

ginny cant come 2 the phone rn

[chamberburiedgone-blog]

"bonjour, ugly." :) will they ever get along : )

 ❛    AYE MATE ,   baguette , hon hon !      ❜  

[ashscented-blog]

    Morning  came  and  spread  it’s  GOLDEN  light  upon  the  stark  white  covers  of  the  bed.  He  awakens,  breathing  deeply  and  stretching  his  arms  out  as  if  to  grasp  something  beside  him;  only  to  find  that  the  other  side  of  the  bed  was  COLD  and  empty.  He  opens  his  eyes  and  rubs  the  last  bit  of  sleep  from  them  before  he  repositions  himself  into  a  sitting  stance  while  in  bed.  There  she  was,  as  BEAUTIFUL  as  the  dawn,  dressing  for  her  RETURN  back  to  that  private  world  that  she  inhabited  with  her  mother.  She  was  leaving  him,  as  usual.  He  should  hate  her,  he  does,  but  in  these  moments  hate  is  replaced  by  something  that  he  can’t  quite  explain,  or  maybe,  it’s  something  he  doesn’t  want  to  admit. 

  He  scratches  at  his  scruff  before  speaking,  and  when  he  does,  his  voice  is  GROGGY  and  cracked.     “ leavin’ already, eh? “     He  asks,  stating  the  obvious     “ huh, figures “     He  says,  slipping  out  of  bed  and  putting  his  boxers  on  “ Wouldn’t expect ya’ to stick ‘round fer some coffee an’ doughnuts “ 

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