#stop being

[chaosbutwithak]

i dont tjink im doing well

saiki so real frfr 🚶‍♂️💨

[mirrorofliterature]

I was wondering why this fic was just not clicking as I was reading

it’s because they’re being too mean to magnus and too favourable to alec, which is unfortunately quite common, and given that magnus is my favourite character... stop being mean to him! he just a baby (400+ immortal man).

[voicestm]

Bind - Our muses using restraints in the bedroom

:))

Meme who? - Accepting always - @cruelprincae

The dragon kneels between his wicked thighs, the creamy smoothness of his skin crying out to touch, to tease, but Daemon holds himself back. He wants this to last, he wants Cardan, his little prince, to beg him to stop before he even begins. And already he's being such a good, good boy.

He could see why he drove men to madness as he stares down at his prone body, he's beautiful in ways that stun, ways that Daemon was familiar with. There's otherness in him that same as there was in the young Targaryen. They were both from worlds beyond, surviving in this world they didn't enjoy. Perhaps that's why he's been so drawn to him. Why he had to have him.

He wanted to ruin him, wrecked him in some deep, dark way that the rest of the realms could never touch. He wanted to make the prince his and his alone. The silk of the sheets seem rough and coarse against his hands now he's touched Cardan and the warrior prince wonders if silkworms throughout the lands were jealous. Surely, if they knew some silly prince was spun from a softness that made a would be king groan.. They'd take issue. Lucky for them it's only Daemon that has to live with this new knowledge. Calloused hands tug at the metal, the shining gold, that pins his arms above his head and he smiles lazily down at the fae. "..For tonight, my sweet prince.. You're mine.. And perhaps if you play your cards right.. I'll take you back to the Red Keep and keep you tied to my bed for years to come."

[vanity-complex]

My brain when I experience one human emotion

[amerasdreams]

Yeah everyone else gets reblogs and comments and at the very least, enthusiastic tags.

With all the writing I post on here.... I get likes. I mean it's great. At least I get that. But I have no idea if they're even reading it or iust liking that I posted them. Not even liking the stories.

This probably means that my writing isn't good enough to warrant much of a reaction. No one but me cares e ought about it to say anything.... so. Maybe I just shouldn't post. Or maybe not write. Bc if I cant write well enough after 30 years of writing then..

My life has no point.

[sapphic-yearning]

The world slows down when its just you and I

Your eyes wide open, staring into mine

Our legs are locked together

Like we were playing jenga with our bodies

Faces inching closer

Andcloserandcloserandcloser

With each movement holding a suggestion

Gently in the corners of our mouths 

Right where our smiles form

So that we don’t ruin the message we have

For each other.

The air around us is sapphic

From the music to my hand rested on your knee

To the intensity of our stare.

It’s clear we don’t know what we are doing.

Each tick of the clock sounds as loud

As the explosions in my chest

But all we do is stare and smile and speak about nothing

When all I want is to put my lips against yours

And shut up for a damn second.

[rilakku-hangyul-blog]