#i fucking love desperate men

[imsilay]

you absolutely have NO idea HOW MUCH I LOVE OBSESSIVE AND DESPERATE MAN

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i hate pinterest for always bringing these pics on my page T-T

especially this fucking painting:

if he aint like this i don’t want him.

my delusions (cus i’m a delulu bitch):

He buried his head between your thighs. The fabric of your skirt is covering his face as his hands found their place on your ankles. He knew it was ridiculous to see a man like him, a huge, grown man with board shoulders and potential to kill a bear with his bare hands, kneeling infrond of you and pleading love from you. Just a little affection from you was all he was asking for. Even if you did it with pity or by delaying he would accept it. His head brushed against your skirt as he looked up to you and inched closer to your stomach. You narrowed your eyes and raised an eyebrow. He immediately stopped and sunk back down. “Darling…” he mumbled as his thumbs caressed your ankles. “No.” you answered sternly and leaned back onto couch. “Please?” he tried again. His hands moved up to your calfs with the wanting to feel me of you. “You don’t think you can get whatever you want when you act like that, right?” you crossed your legs causing him to lift his head and then put his chin on your knee stubbornly. He refused to leave you alone. “Can’t i?” you felt a pout in his voice. You rolled your eyes and bounced your legs to push his head off. “Get up. You make yourself look pitiful.” you spat.

He clenched his jaw and sit straight on his knees. Then grabbed your wrists and pulled you foward to him, making your cleavage his view. “Do you think i care?” he hissed and nuzzled his face into your neck. Savoring your scent. “You know i will make you my wife. Whether you like it or not.” his voice stained with lust and determination. “And when i do…” he trailed off and his fingers brushed against your waist and up to your breasts. His palm covered the skin under your breasts and squeezed lightly. You felt blood rushing to your cheeks and your face burned. “You can’t escape your fate. Don’t worry, my love. You will enjoy it. A lot.” he whispered against your skin making you feel tingly with the vibration of his voice.

You swallowed and tried to straighten your posture but he didn’t let go before pushing your hair of your neck and pressing a delicate kiss. He already knew he had you in the palm of his hand. Your protests did nothing to stop him. “Get out.” you mumbled and crossed your arms. He chuckled dryly and get up, his frame towering over you as you refused to look into his eyes. “I promise.” he mumbled before leaving your room.

now do whatever you want with this information.

[jabberwockprince]

yeah, its okay zima you go hide under that tree, we get it take your time

[riot-control-camp]

OKAY NOT DONE TALKING ABOUT THE LITTLE GARDEN ARC

ESPECIALLY THE NARRATIVE PARALLELS BETWEEN ZORO AND SANJI AND DORRY AND BROGGY??? THE FACT THAT THOSE PARALLELS PARTICULARLY IMPLY THAT THEY HAVE A SPECIAL BOND THAT WILL LAST LITERALLY FOREVER???

THE VISUAL WHERE THE AUDIENCE REALIZES THAT THE MOUNTAIN RANGES WERE SKULLS?? PAIRED WITH THEM LYING IN THE SAME POSITION AS ZORO AND SANJI'S TWO DINOSAURS LEFT BEHIND ON THE BEACH?

average tumblr user notices single instance of symbolism, more at 11.

but usopp getting more moments of bravery!!! WE STAN HIS ARC!!!!! I LOVE HIM!!!

zoro getting to laugh and tease people this arc was beautiful, i love that stupid cunty bitch

sanji getting his part of the arc done through cunty trespassing, lying through his teeth, and beating up animals? FANTASTIC THANK YOU FOR MY LIFE (specifically thank you for that twisting move he did with his heels around the vultures head. how does it feel to live MY. D R E A M)

LUFFY WAS SO SHAPED. I WOULD KILL FOR HIM. HE'S SO FERAL.

and calling it now, nami is absolutely going to get malaria girl is the QUEEN of "it's nothing [2 episodes later it is in fact a resonant Something with excruciating plot relevance and emotional stakes attached to it"

almost simped for crocodile but miss all sunday was Right There MA'AM. MA'AM. RESPECTFULLY AND ASEXUALLY, TILL THE BED FUCKING BREAKS--

also he has a giant gold pet which i don't fuck with. also his rings remind me of redd white from ace attorney who is Unfuckable as he is a murderer of a mentor figure (other forms of murder have not detered me from simping in the past. in fact it is typically a point in a character's favor)

also oh my god tumblr makes so much more sense now that i am attempting to use it while high, my fluency rate and understanding of how every person on this platform is distressingly and hilariously comfortable assuming their experience is universal

okay but the still of the giant's weapon shards thrown over their head in victory? makes me insane, will never be over it cannot fucking handle it will be crying forever and ever

[simptasia]

whenever somebody asks me to recommend a movie containing david dastmalchian, tim roth, leland orser, michael emerson or jeremy davies, i want to you know i’m making the yikes face in real life

[kennabeth]

the biggest letdown of the color of revenge for me was the way cornelia hyped up the "who will save the world, age or youth" thing when the most that happened was nyame and dustfinger throwing their backs out and the kids going "what are you catholic" to the adults when handling orpheus

[pyroshrooms]

*walks out of YouTube covered in blood* hey guys did you know charlie slimecicle sang fireflies three times actually

[chintzwife]

the amount of media i have consumed in one week of being sick . . . . i am horrifying myself thinking about it

[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

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[kinglypup]

i keep remembering things that happened last night and getting all flustered hhhhh

[trashlie]

for some unholy reason tal bachman’s she’s so high in my head 

(there was no reason) 

i’m lying you FUCKING KNOW I’M LYING IT WAS STALKYOO i was howling at my friends being yknow. feral and going on a tangent and “she’s touch smell sight taste and soooouund” got in my head and it just went on loop because you know. brain jukebox

anyway the more it played in my head the more I realized just WHAT KIND OF EFFECT that song and radio head’s creep really had in making me love men being aBSOLUTELY FUCKING PATHETIC about the person they love just SO GODDAMN HOPELESS AND PATHETIC AND YEARNING AND PINING AND WHINING AND god

GOD

sometimes you just see exactly what shaped a specific part of you and it’s like oh. 

oh. yeah. that really did a number huh 

(fun fact: i used to have a siamese cat named Squeaky because he had one hell of a meow and my mom and I would play this radio station that was all 90s and 00s adult alternative and Squeaky would, I shit you not, sing along. It was class. I miss him, he was such a good boy) 

[ditttiii]

so fucking gay for the way taylor says fucking

[jvzebel-x]

🦋

[icaxrus]

i want chaos, gimme graves for the bingo

Chaos and mayhem LET'S GOOOO

[earlyspringtranscendence]

the new interview w the vampire is mediocre in so many ways and i have many thoughts on the relationship btw l/l but also . when lestat enters his rockstar era i cant wait to see that done by sam reid

[muirneach]

in law class. one quote for you all ‘now i’m no dog breeder, but’

[villanelledeservedbetter]

when someone with a large following praises sex work and everyone cheers for them, its a fucking punch in the gut to child and adult sex trafficking survivors, its a punch in the gut to people like me who have entered the industry to survive and/or fuel their addiction, young girls who were promised endless income just for catering towards men. and everyone screams praise for this wonderful amazing unique take that women should be allowed to cater towards men degrading them for money.

whenever i go to a concert (i mainly see women live) and they go on a rant about sex work and its met with a huge applauding uproar, i feel shame, i feel scared people will notice im not cheering along. i feel like i want to disappear and funnily enough i feel invisible and not heard. like the stories of child "sex workers" and addict/survival "sex workers" are the exception, not the rule.

its always just "aaand that's because SEX WORK IS WORK!! WOMEN CAN MAKE THEIR OWN CHOICES!! YES LADIES LETS SHAKE SOME ASS" and never talking about the actual reality of it.

i only did remote sex work and it was traumatic and degrading as hell. being an addict fucks up your sex drive so forcing yourself to masturbate for money is actually really physically painful and you have to pretend youre enjoying it. they will pay premium for extra unhygienic and degrading acts and you have to act like you enioy it. they will talk to you like you are their e-wife bc they lined your pocket and bought your drugs so they could see u shoot it and jerk off to it. they will be respectful and treat you like a princess while paying hundreds for a video of you carving their initials into your body naked.

this was all consensual, i had no pimp. hearing people cheer this part of my life i want to erase from my memory, the shame of playing along with horrific fantasies just so i wouldnt be homeless and i could get my drug money, advertising myself and my fluids as a product... if i wasnt in full "work uniform" i didnt recognise myself. my body truly started to feel separate from me.

and thats without even touching on trafficking. most of the people in those crowds screaming "yassss sex work is real work slay" probably havent done it, let alone from a place of desperation or coercion. they do not understand what they are cheering on. they do not understand that they are alienating actual former (and present) sex workers who have painful memories of those times and think about what they couldve done different instead. it fucks with your head when your role in society is to provide pleasure in whatever form a mans fantasy takes place.

and its such a small thing too, oh they supported sex work publicly? thats so easy to ignore and forget they even said it if you havent been in the trade. but if youve been desperate, it lingers. why? what did i do wrong? why does nobody see me? why didnt i just try to enjoy it? wasnt it just harmless fun? and i got paid for it right? and its my favourite musician that supports this and the whole crowd cheered her on so i must be naive to think it was that bad.

its a slogan for some people but for those in the industry out of desperation or force, its words that remind you that you are invisible, you are nothing more than your body, you are the anomaly - and your internalised shame and wh*rephobia was the problem, actually, not the job.