#he stayed

[nahobinosblog]

He didn’t punish me. He just made a tea.

He didn’t yell. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t say a single cruel thing. Just made tea. Sat beside me. Waited.

And somehow, that hurt more than anything else ever could.

I’d attacked him. Lied. Tried to prove I was in control. But he knew the truth: I wasn’t. And he stayed anyway.

This isn’t a story about redemption. It’s a story about being seen, and still being handed a cup.

[opera-ghost]

[healinginpieces]

He used to make me feel like I had to earn love.

By staying quiet.

By staying loyal.

By staying small.

I learned how to disappear in the spaces where my needs weren’t welcome. I watered myself down until I was easy to swallow. And still, it was never enough.

I thought that was just what love was.

Endure enough, and maybe one day it would feel good again.

Maybe one day he’d see me.

Maybe if I kept showing up, I’d matter.

But the one I have now, he loves me out loud.

He wants me loud when I need to scream.

Soft when I need to cry.

Messy when I fall apart.

He never asks me to shrink.

Not once has he made me feel like I was too much.

He shows me, without even trying, that I’ve always been enough.

The one before him looked at other women like they were doorways to something better.

He lied with ease.

Called them sisters.

Said they were just friends.

He spoke those words like truth while I sat next to him, unraveling.

He told me I was paranoid. Jealous. Dramatic.

And I believed him, even when everything in my gut was screaming.

Because when someone you love looks you in the eye and tells you you’re crazy, you start to question your own reflection.

I begged to be held.

Not sexually. Not like that.

Just held.

I wanted to be chosen. Wanted to be touched without having to earn it.

I wanted someone to reach for me just because I existed.

But affection from him always came with a price.

It was conditional. Fleeting. Transactional.

And now?

I’m with someone who holds me just because I’m sad.

Who wraps his arms around me like I’m something soft.

Who tells me he’s proud of me when I feel like I’ve failed.

Who calls me baby girl, angel, princess. Not to control me, but to comfort me.

And he says it like it means something.

He listens when I speak, even when the words aren’t perfect.

He wants to know what’s in my head, not just what’s under my clothes.

He treats my heart like it’s worth learning. Like it’s worth staying for.

I used to sleep next to someone who made me feel like a burden.

Like my emotions were inconvenient.

Like I needed to be fixed or silenced or made smaller.

Now I fall asleep to someone who stays on FaceTime with me for hours, just so I won’t feel alone.

Even if he’s on the other side of the country.

Even if we barely speak.

He’s there.

And that means more than anything.

I think about how the old one told me I’d always be first and then made sure I was last.

Made sure I knew it.

And how the new one fought for me.

Again and again.

Even when I tried to walk away.

Even when I told him I wasn’t worth the effort.

Even when I was scared to believe anyone could love me that much.

He stayed.

He keeps staying.

I didn’t know love could feel like this.

Like breathing again after years underwater.

Like someone finally saw the wreckage and whispered, “I still want you.”

Because the old one let me slip through his fingers.

And this one holds me like I’m made of something sacred.

Like he’s scared to lose me, not because he’s afraid of being alone, but because he sees value in who I am.

Because to him, I’m not just a body in a bed or a chapter to skip. I’m the story worth reading slowly.

And I’ve never known a love like that before.

-Moxie Thorne

[guzhufuren]

jesus christ i'm so stressed for him

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[remcadll]

Dick is never going to get to have a midlife crisis because Bruce is going through his for him. also because he will not be making it to 40.

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

Lilo: "Don't leave me okay?"

Stitch: "Alright, BET."

*Goes and performs all of this craziness*

Jumba wasn't kidding about his fast thinking. Little dude was just winging it like the little maniac he is and managed to get the task done.

[chloesimaginationthings]

The ending of FNAF sister location

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

do you even remember the lives that you threw away like trash

continuation of this

[mennany]

Tiny god of destruction gives his ward questionable dating advice

[bl00dalchemist]

I liked my Obito angry as hell, thanks very much.

[systarkitty]

another stupid Mike Trio doodle from yours truly! (featuring Tenna)

[holycrimin]

L'P VWLOO RQ BRXU PLQG

[lemonpoet]

Maid dress Poseidon (using @neal-illustrator ‘s design bc why not) 🌱

[beggars-opera]

Knitters have the sweater curse but they've got nothing on the guy I know who handcrafted a pair of completely authentic 18th century stays for his girlfriend, baleen and all, only to have it not last

[enidtendo64]

TW: Heavily implied Child Abuse

Stowaway AU where Pacifica becomes a stowaway on the Stan-O-War 2 after trying to run away from home to California. Things don’t exactly work out as planned, but at least she’s got a “Summer Internship” away from her parents now!