#humiliationship

[tarmairons]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022-) | S03E03

[vampire-stereo]

“Are you companions?”

“Yes” — “No”

[starstruckwonders]

Pink text type shit

[nerdjoswhore]

when he pisses me off but weve been fighting everyday for a week so i lowkirkenuinely just sound him

[thousandfurrs]

New sticker is up on my Etsy! Louis and Armand are my favorite “humiliationship.” All stickers are 25% off for a limited time!

https://flightsoffancybykate.etsy.com/listing/4407928807/louis-and-armand-sticker-interview-with

[tumarvus]

Humiliationship

[notinwonderlanddd]

My Angel

An angel was almost once mine—

my angel,

the first to see me

was the first to flee.

He held me gently while I wept.

Though he was never truly beside me,

his hands searched the knotted depths of my chest,

chaste and careful—

like a quiet prayer finally heard.

My angel was also her angel—

an angel of innocence,

with eyes that could read a room,

read a soul,

without her ever having to ask.

My angel had golden eyes,

wide and wandering through the almost-forgotten rooms

of a memory he and I thought

was thrown away long ago.

My angel was marked by two small stars-

one glimmering beside his left eye,

another resting at the hollow of his neck-

as if heaven itself

had signed its name upon him.

My angel has chosen another now,

yet his gaze lingers

like the light left in a church’s stained glass

long after the sun has moved on.

And perhaps I was never meant

to stand ghostlike beside him

at the almost-altar.

Perhaps I was only the unspoken verse,

the prayer murmured softly

between his tortured gaze and his heart when my gaze coincidentally meet his in sudden times.

She wears the halo proudly,

as she now openly owns it,

she is bathed in the clean warm light of morning,

while I remain in the quiet pews behind- at the almost heaven,

in a confession no priest was meant to hear,

buried within my own mind.

For angels were never meant to belong

to anyone.

They pass through mortal lives

like brief visitations of personal grace.

And though the angel chose her heaven,

I sometimes wonder,

when the chapel grows silent

and the candles burn low—

if the two small stars upon his skin

still remember the silent nights

they shone next to my own without any other stars in the obsidian blue sky.

[petermustdie]

situationship will be the death of me . what do u mean im out here humiliating myself over a man.