#( self-para. )

[emiraxtemel]

SELF PARA TEMEL HOUSE, DEC. 25th (EMIRA’S 31st) Ft. @danny--anderson

The 25th of December was an almost damnable day for a birthday. At least, that’s what everyone thought when Emira shared her birthday with them. But it had never felt that way, her family cocooning her with warmth and love each year. It became tradition for the Temel family to celebrate Christmas on the 26th instead. So on her birthday, she and Yas would stay up late at their moms’ house, watching mystery movies until one of them fell asleep, and their moms would insist they retire. Even this year, at a fresh 31 years of age, they couldn’t resist ushering Emira and her sister upstairs. It was only once she was curled up in bed with Atlas that she saw the u up? text come through like they were still in fucking high school.

Her response came naturally and anticipation knotted in her stomach as she waited for Danny. And it was through a fit of laughter and abundance of “shhh!”-ing that Emira helped him through the window in a fit of giggles as they tumbled onto the plush rug by the window. She didn’t admit how happy she was to see him, instead whispering a “you nearly missed” with a cheeky smile as she pointed to the nightstand and the clock which showed how close to midnight it was. There was only slight uncertainty in her movement as she drew close to Danny. She didn’t know what this was becoming but it didn’t matter. It was her birthday and he was here because he wanted to be. And any cautiousness at the reluctant expression she saw in his face was quickly dispelled when Danny produced a folded up piece of paper from his coat, proffering it to her with a mumbled, “happy birthday, Em.”

She wasn’t expecting a gift from him of all people but she accepted it anyway. Gingerly, she unfolded the gift before staring for several moments before a grin broke out across her face. The date indicated that a lifetime had passed since he’d drawn it in high school. And though he insisted he thought he threw it out, Emira couldn’t help teasing him. “oh really? You ‘thought’ you threw it out? You didn’t want to keep it forever and ever and” – but then he was reaching for it, telling her to forget about it, and she was doing her best not to squeal as she attempted to hold it out of reach, all the while shhhing Atlas whose tail wagged excitedly at the sudden movement.

When the drawing tore, an unintentional victim of their messing around, Emira froze, an unbidden emotion swelling in her chest as she stared at the part of the drawing in her hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t…” she trailed off and took the piece from his hand. Another beat. “It was perfect.” And she’d ripped it. But it was just a piece of paper and Emira wasn’t so vain as to need a portrait of herself to hang up. But he’d kept it. After all this time he’d kept it and had given it to her as a gift and – “hey, we can fix it,” Danny’s lazy voice was a whisper as he took the pieces from her hand, going to her desk and rifling through it. “No, no, it’s okay. It’s not a big deal.”

“Well you look like you might fucking cry about it so…” she huffed a laugh at that, clambering out of bed to help him fix it, procuring a roll of tape. They worked in silence for a moment and she knew it wasn’t because it was just some old drawing. It wasn’t just fixing a ripped piece of paper. There was something more in each action, in the way they mended it side by side. And when he presented it to her again, whole once more,  if not a bit worse for wear, Emira studied it for a brief second before wrapping her arms around him, resting her head against his chest as she whispered a small “thank you.”

[poetbythegrave]

𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮  𝘀𝘆  /  𝟬𝟬𝟭.

pain has always been foreign. to people like dani, it was an acquaintance from a distance. unseen but existing. it was the kind she would never want to come across with anymore, as they were demanding and insufferable.

two years have passed since her loss, and some things have already changed but she was never too present to grieve. some notions stole her away from the moment, that she forgot what it meant to move forward. not even she realized that it was still there. there was no scar because it was still as fresh as an open wound but already deprived of sensation. what more could hurt than knowing it aches but not feeling any of it?

the flashbacks were suddenly crystalline, once again. as she recognized an accustomed shade dripping down her thighs, though her eyes were in a mist. thank god, they were in a mist. because she could only bear an ample amount of sting before she could finally lose herself in the same pool of the end. "i lost another one." it was like a hit of a wave against a boulder, but this time, it was irrevocably dismantled. lost from its feeling, the woman shed more tears than expected, that nothing further came out of her mouth but weeping.

her arms snaked his shoulder, letting the male carry her into his arms. and he knew she didn't need to say anything more as he already understood her agony. wish she could say it was bearable at that time, seeing that he was there. but it wasn't. not even her whimpers could define how much her heart was throbbing, how her body yearned to be birthing as she imagined a what-if face. 

oh, how would you look like if you were here, my love?

they say time is a great healer, but where's the truth in that? she had to say goodbye, before she could say hello. her head has been filled with countless what-ifs, instead of plans. you are forever her unopened secret screams. she will always see you in those tiny, empty shoes, in every parent's thoughtless kiss, in every "why can't it be me?" during the whole ride home. it's like you were here before you weren't, and that left her longing for someone she hasn't even met yet. who knew it would hurt this bad to lose someone you never had?

and once more, her world was ripped from under her feet. only she can hope to meet you in nirvana, maybe then it's no longer an unfinished life. for now, she will be in content to dream to sway you in heaven's rocking chair. 

so long.

[coldranger]

Am I late to the hugfest? Ah well, not like it would matter much to Smitten

[unpersoniverse]

modern! clicks Korra chilling in a park

[neuroticboyfriend]

some disabled & neurodivergent side of tumblr safety & etiquette:

dont: dump negativity on positivity posts. if you dont relate to a post, it's either not aimed at you, or you're not ready for its message (and thats ok!)

do: make your own posts expressing how you feel; your feelings still matter and your blog is just the place to express them.

dont: speak over people with different experiences than yours, or speak on things you don't know about.

do: have an open mind and educate yourself on things you don't know much about - uplift the voices of people with direct experience.

dont: send unprompted vent or advice asks to blogs that dont have that as a stated purpose.

do: check out a blog to see if they take vent/advice asks; if you dont see anything, ask if you can vent/seek advice first - or add a disclaimer at the start of your asks, with TW.

dont: engage with triggering content. dont post your triggers publicly either, my lord.

do: engage with content that helps you express, process, and cope with your health. take breaks when you need them, too.

dont: treat bloggers like celebrities or like they owe you a response.

do: treat bloggers like regular people; respect boundaries.

dont: demonize ANY condition. including paraphilic disorders, sexual/moral OCD, personality disorders, addiction, or factitious disorders

remember: we're all dealing with our own stuff, and we're all in this together. if anyone acts as if this isnt true, they're probably not in a good place themself.

(feel free to add on!)

[necroseptic]

i need to be mutilated beyond recognition

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Matching wallpapers #180

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[angeldustthewhore]

Hello Tumblers and Baddie Fumblers, this is my first attempt at a promo post so please be gentle. 😊

Hazbin Hotel is my current hyperfixation so I figured I'd try and break into the role play scene on this site. 🤗

For obvious reasons, be 21+ ONLY. Mun is 25+ themselves. MINORS DNI. 🤬

Other than being of the legal age to consume alcohol in the United States, my ideal writing partner would be someone who enjoys writing dark and/or dead dove subjects. And although it isn't an absolute necessity to write with me, I do find that when the plot is vanilla for too long I tend to get bored and lose interest. I crave drama. 🔥

I'm happy to write any type of relationship between our characters, be that familial, friends, romantic, enemies, etc. if you can dream it, we can write it. 🌈

I do enjoy writing ERP, but we don’t have to include that if it makes you uncomfortable. I’m also always more than willing to do a ‘fade to black,’ moment. If you do choose to do an ERP with me, by default I tend to make Angel a bratty sub. I can and will write him as a top, but it is not my preference to do so. 😌

As far as ships go, I am willing to write just about any MxM ship. TW: I am what you'd consider a proshipper myself, because I do ship AngelNiss and ValAngel, but I also ship the normal stuff like Huskerdust. I understand that most people find those types of ships repulsive, so I will always use the appropriate tags when posting content of them so that you can block the tags. If that’s a deal breaker for you then I am very sorry, but I can’t stop being me, babes. 🤷‍♀️

I won't personally write Angel as being in a romantic or sexual relationship with a female character because he is canonically gay and I want to respect his sexuality, but if you do that, more power to ya. 🌸

I actually enjoy writing some of the more taboo and weird stuff including dead dove topics such as: incest, mpreg, age gaps, gender swaps, futas, dubcon, noncon, and so on and so forth. So if you want to rp something but you’re afraid of it coming off as strange, please don’t be afraid to reach out. The worst I can say is no, right? ✨

I tend to write multiple paragraphs per reply and in the third person style but I don't mind matching my partner's style instead. 📝

If you’re interested in writing with me, drop a like or DM me and let’s start hitching some kind of plot together! 💙

[rinbylin]

"what is the image of the ideal person..."

[saltandskeletrons]

Hamilton was one of the first pop culture medias I was really into with a cheating plot line and I was like damn. Can’t believe this guy threw away his successful career he dedicated his whole life to and incredible wife and family for one hook up. I should not have been surprised Apparently this is very common and easy for men.

[keegansgurl]

Summary: The reader gets captured by Graves during his siege of Las Almas. And the commander has certain ideals about what's in store for her.

Warnings!! Gun violence, wounds, implied sexual content, Kidnapping, being held captive, 18+ themes

Thunder cracks in the distance as you step out of the hummer with Soap, Ghost, Alejandro, and Rudy. It's dusk, and the air is starting to get heavy with moisture as the thunderstorm in the mountains grows near.

"Is that Graves' guys posted up at the gate?" You nudge Ghost when you spot the armed guards standing at the gate leading into the base.

Alejandro and Rudy share a look before Alejandro steps forward toward the gate. You hang back with Soap and Ghost while the Colonel searches for answers as to why a bunch of hired guns are guarding his base.

"What's Graves doing?" You ask Ghost as you watch Alejandro get up in his face.

"I don't know." Ghost replies in a gruff and cautious tone. "But I've got a bad feeling." He adds.

You nod in agreement, your dominant hand hovering over the pistol holstered at your thigh. Alejandro and Graves continue to but heads until all hell breaks loose. Alejandro gets taken down swiftly by one of Graves' men. Shots begjn whizzing through the air and Ghost grabs your arm to pull you behind cover.

"It doesn't have to go down like this, Ghost!" Graves shouts from his spot in front of the base gate.

"We need to get out of here." You crouch down next to Ghost with urgency.

Ghost nods in agreement and begins coming up with an escape plan. Graves' men begin to fan out and come towards the group. You and Ghost make a break for it but one of Graves' men manages to clip you with a shot to the shoulder. A searing hot pain shoots up through your shoulder and you crumble into the dirt.

Ghost stops and turns around to pull you up, but you wave him off with the hand that isn't clutching at your shoulder.

"No! Ghost, go! Get out of here!" You shout at your commander, the sound of Graves's men closing in growing louder in your ears by the second.

Ghost nods in understanding and takes off before your enemies descend upon you. One of them trains his gun on you while the other one grabs you by the injured shoulder and hauls you up to your feet.

"Ah!" You yelp in pain from the contact to your bullet wound.

Graves' men drag you back toward the gate and right up to their commander. Graves cracks a smug grin as you are dumped into the dirt at his feet.

"Well well well, if it isn't the infamous Spectre of the 141." Graves leans down and grabs your chin harshly in his hand.

You glare up at him as Graves holds your chin in his calloused hand. You grit your teeth as he smiles down at you with a sinister look in his eye.

"Boy who'd of thought that such a pretty thing like you could have all that rage and violence locked up inside." Graves chuckles at you. "You know? I'm glad it was you that my boys managed to catch first. Means that I get to have a little fun before work." He grins and signals for his men to take you away.

"You won't get away with this, Graves!" You kick and shout as you're dragged away and into one of the buildings on base.

You get tossed into a small barren room harshly. Your knees scrape against the floor, head hitting the corner of the doorframe as you get tossed down to the floor. The door slams shut and you hear a click followed by the sound of heavy boots walking away from the door.

You suck in a breath and manuever yourself into a sitting posistion on the cold floor. Graves' boys secured your hands behind your back with zipties after they got you inside the builging, so your movement is severly limited.

"Fuck." You groan to yourself as you take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down.

You glance at your shoulder where you got shot. Blood has completely soaked through your shirt and beginning to dry into the fabric. The tendons in your shoulders burn with every little movement, making you wince in pain.

You scoot yourself over to the far corner of the room and lean against it. Graves's men pulled the zipties around your wrists pretty damn tight. But if you can somehow dislocate your thumb on one of your hand. Then you think that you can manage to slip your restraints.

You keep your back almost against the far corner of the room as you work to dislocate your thumb. While you work you keep your eyes fixed on the door on the other side of the room. You can hear footsteps and muffled voices on the other side of the door. Graves' men no doubt. But if you can pull this off then you'll be ready for them next time they come through that door.

"Come on. Come on!" You mumble to yourself as you work. "Fuck! Yes, that should do it." You wince quietly when your thumb grinds against bone and eventually clicks out of place.

Your hand aches now as well as your shoulder. But now there is just enough leverage for you to dig your hand free from your restraints. The zipties dig into your skin, scraping away at the first layer of your dermis as you go. But you've got to get free.

After some effort, your left hand finally manages to slip free. You breath a sigh of releif as you move your arms back into their normal posistion. Your wrists are rubbed raw and bleeding at this point. But you're free.

"Okay. Stay calm, YN." You calm yourself down now that you're free.

You tear a strip off the bottom of your shirt and wrap it around your shoulder into a makeshift sling. The sling takes some of the pressure off your shoulder and you allow yourself a little bit of time to rest and recover. You think about Soap and Ghost while you rest. Surely the two of them managed to get away and are coming up with a plan to come rescue you and Alejandro right now.

The heavy sound of footsteps approaching the door switches you out of relaxing mode. You quickly pull your arm out of the sling and wrench your hands behind your back again. If your captor doesnt know that you've free'd yourself. Then you've got the element of surprise.

The door creaks open and Graves steps into the room. He closes the door behind him and grin at you. "Well, aren't you a sigh for sore eyes, sweetheart? All hunched up in the corner, cowering in fear like a meek little bunny." He chuckles to himself and approaches you.

You watch Graves come towards you. You could spring on him right now and take him down. But you know that it's better if you wait until he's closer and more off guard to strike.

"Fuck you!" You growl at Graves with fire in your eyes and venom in your tone.

Graves comes to a stop a few feet in front of you. He smiles at you before gesturing for you to get up.

"Come on! Let's see it." Graves prompts you. "I'm not stupid, sweetheart. I know that you've found a way out of those retraints by now." He insists.

You grit your teeth and begruginly move your arms back in front of you. It'll be no use in trying to attack him now.

"Atta girl." Graves muses and reaches behind him. He pulls his arm back out in front of him with a bottle of water in hand and offers it to you. "Go on. Take it."

You scoff and turn your nose up at the offer. "I don't want shit from you, traitor." You spit at him.

"Suit yourself, sweetheart." Graves shrugs and pops the cap off of the bottle.

You watch Graves place the bottle to his lips and take a large swig of water from it. You become acutely aware of just how dry your mouth and throat are as you watch little droplets of precious water drio out of Graves' mouth and dribble down his chin.

"Ah!" Graves smirks and screws the cap back onto the now half-empty bottle. "Refreshing." He taunts you.

"If you're going to kill me, can you get it over with already?" You stare up at Graves with disdain written plainly on your face.

Graves laughs and crouches down to your level. "Kill you?" He scoffs. "Now why would I go and do something as stupid as that?" He asks you. "Shepard gave me a look at your file, you know?"

"General Shepard?" Your head snaps up to meet his gaze.

"Mhm." Graves grins. "You are quite the soldier. Long list of skills that could be useful for a man in my business." He adds. "And all wrapped up in an enticing package too."

You reel back as Graves reaches a hand out to caress your face. You breifly think about biting down on his hand as hard as you can. But you know that he'd just overpower you if you did.

"Come on, sargent." Graves coos at you. "Think about all the trouble we could get into if you teamed up with me, huh?" He paints a picture for you. "Think about all the fun we could have. All the money that we could make." Graves drones on.

"I'd rather die than ever work for a scumbag mercanary like you." You growl and turn your head away from him.

Graves doesn't seem to falter any at your harsh words. He steps forward again, backing you further into the corner. Both of you are standing up now. But Graves is at least half a foot taller than you are. He watches you with intense eyes as you try your best to turn away from him.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic, YN." Graves scoffs. "Don't think that I haven't noticed the way you've been looking at me these past few days." He reaches forward and tucks a stray hair behind your ear. "Hmm? All those stolen glances at breifings? Or that cute little smile being directed at me when your meathead 141 buddies aren't looking?" He teases you.

You turn your head in shame, knowing that everything Graves is saying is true. Graves chuckles and grabs your shoulder where you got shot. You gasp in pain and turn to look at Graves again.

"Let me go!" You huff a breath out at Graves and try to pull away from him.

Graves doesn't budge, and instead steps closer to you. His body traps you between himself and the wall and you can smell the mint on his breath as well as the cologne he wears wafting off of him.

"Come on sweetheart, just give in." Graves leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers in a husky tone to you.

Your breath hitches in your throat and you freeze in place. It's like your brain is short circuiting right now. All those dirty thoughts that popped into your head 24 hours ago when Graves first introduced himself come flooding back all at once. All those thoughts about how handsome Graves looks in his tactical gear. About how that damned Southern American accent ignited something inside of you when he introduced himself to the group.

Everything.

You could cut the tension in the room with a simple wave of the hand.

That tension is broken when a rapid knock sounds at the door. Graves step away from you with an annoyed grimace at being interupted. He backs up towards the door and offers you a wink and charming grin. "This conversation aint over sweetheart. I'll be right back." Graves assurs you before slipping out of the room.

Your heart thumps against your chest like it's due to burst at any moment. Your gaze stays transfixed on the door and you can hear Graves scolding whichever of his lackies dared interupt him just now.

Silence falls over the room again and you slide down the wall and back down to the floor.

"Oh fuck." You murmur to yourself, head in your hands as you try and regain your composure.

Somewhere outside, sirens start to blare throughout the compound as Ghost, Soap, and Rudy rally to take the base back. The trio locate where you and Alejandro are being held and begin their retrieval plan.

You are still sitting in the corner when the door swings open with force. You look up from your lap expecting to see Graves saunter in again but find Soap instead.

"YN!" Soap crosses the room in barely two strides.

"Soap!" You let out a shakey reply.

Soap leans down in front of you and helps you to your feet. He sets a hand on your shoulder and allows you a few seconds to calm yourself down.

"Are you alright? Did Graves do something to you?" Soap asks you.

"I'm okay, MacTavish." You shake your head and compose yourself. "Have you guys found Alejandro?" You ask him.

Soap nods, trusting that you wouldn't lie to him since the two of you have always been close. "Ghost and Rudy are getting him right now. Are you ready to go?" He asks, offering you a gun from the back of his vest.

"I'm good." You take the gun with a nod and prepare yourself for the fight to come.

A part of you wonders where Graves is at right now. You wonder if he's thinking about you at all. As delusional as that sounds.

Because it does sound delusional, right?

He's the enemy now.

Right?

Right.

[pararecovery]

[muraseclinic]

I'll follow any order,,, I'll cut myself as many times as you desire, I was thinking of recovering but i know I don't deserve that at all, do i?, i can even take as many pills so you'll see me being stupid for you and you could do anything to me

please? I'll be good I'll hurt myself as much as you want i just want you to ruin me completely,,,

awwwnn,, so needy ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ but you’re right, you don’t deserve to recover ! if you reeealllyy want me to ruin you, you gotta get that foolish idea of even trying to get better out of your head, kay?

in fact, i want you to pop some pills, cut yourself up real deep and pretty f’me, and send it to me / post it so i can get off ! you want me to ruin you, right? so you’ll be stupid and do what i tell you to, won’t you?

ฅ(ᵔ꒳ ᵔマ.ᐟ

🐈‍⬛ ask box is open + trying a theme change yaaay ᐟ.ᐟ

[beautifultragicdiary]

Siempre íbamos a ciegas

Necesitaba perderte para encontrarme

Ese baile me mataba suavemente

Necesitaba odiarte para amarme.

Selena Gomez - Lose you to love me

[muttship]

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Matching wallpapers #170

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