#intimacy in the mundane

[judas-redeemed]

the joy of being known

true blue - boygenius >> milsae >> presumably dead arm - sidney gish >> a bookmark near the end - julia nicole camp >> tumblr user @bananaanna1 >> tumblr user gayassnatural (old url)

[maybuds]

the older i get, the more i need time & personal space to be as boring as possible

[everythingisconfetti]

what is the best love song ever written and why is it Fair by The Amazing Devil?

[milos-art]

happy valentines day !! have an old sns doodle

[katblaze]

Love the Dean and Cas dynamic where an extremely powerful entity is being taught the wonders of mundane human life by some guy™. But I love equally, if not more, the dynamic between Gabriel (extremely old and knowledgeable angel who's also a dickhead) and Sam that is just like, "bitch, I know you're traumatized, eat the damn ice cream and watch the sunset with me" and Sam's like "☹️" then proceeds to do just that

[prolibytherium]

I don't know if it's just a me thing but I don't like + cannot relate to so much romantic writing because the typical flowery descriptions of physical intimacy as this beautiful magical transformative experience are so far removed from how it feels for me

Like it's not even that I don't like that stuff but more that I'm always extremely aware of the very mundane physical aspects. I'm like 'damn this tongue is slimy and this tastes weird. Awesome'

[wellconstructedsentences]

real intimacy comes from the knowing of things that are only to be discovered through the sharing of mundanity, insights that are only to be glimpsed over the sharing of breakfast.

on the intimacy of the mundane by eve lion

[sillysentimental]

so maybe in another universe we’ll sit at the kitchen table and go over the grocery list

the grocery list that we most definitely stray from as soon as our feet hit the market floors

and it would be a mundane type of intimacy. simple in the loveliest of ways

[eoinmcgonigal]

for your ship game

Paddy and Eoin.

you know I had to haha.

idk what option to choose though but imma go with touch

I'm glad you had to. If you have to again... I'm here....

Touch + Paddy/Eoin

Eoin looks up at the clear August sky visible through the narrow window, and knows he will remember this.

A smile tugs at his lips, earning him a sharp 'oi!', and his attention is drawn back to the man sitting in his lap. Paddy brandishes the razor with mock sternness, the task performed in the privacy of their little room not yet done.

With a gentle breath, Eoin tilts his jaw back and holds still as Paddy finishes. He watches the blue sky, feels the warm weight in his lap, rough khaki beneath his hands, and lets his eyes fall closed when, the task done, the razor is withdrawn and Paddy's fingers trace carefully over the works he has just done.

With a smile, looking back at Paddy, Eoin knows that he will remember this.

Rogue Heroes KTF

[judas-redeemed]

intimacy in the mundane

wouldn't it be nice by the beach boys ➢ @/goldenhour.pdf on instagram ➢ presumably dead arm by sidney gish ➢ @/ujaeyunn on instagram ➢ i will by mitski ➢ joy harjo ➢ @groceries-with-me on tumblr (me!)

[heart-songs]

I want to sink into the stretch of things. sun-kissed horizons that boldly lay across bare country roads. sweet tendrils of summer jasmine that follow you into a dream. cirrus clouds sprawling from skyscraper to seascape. the lonely calls of sandpipers and gulls. muscles remembering themselves in the slender haze of morning. the unravelling of a yawn at the end of a full day. the pull of homemade pizza dough and melted mozzarella string. a favorite character evolving through the pages of a novel. the delicate inner stirrings that caramelize moments into memory. the kind of joy that runs deeper than laugh lines. the linger of a lip on the crest of a collarbone. the willful bend of a back in support of another. the serendipitous expansion of heart fibers past the breaking point…and beyond. the way practiced fingers can realign twenty-six key notes into infinite expressions of the same indescribable feeling. how we love and love and love—so many and in limitless ways. the hope that we can count our blessings on the stars and never run out of space.

-Cora Finch

[hellt00th]

Aneira: Fantasizes about plucking Astarion’s eyes out and wearing them as the centerpiece of a fingerbone crown

Aneira, 5 seconds later: Astarion would you pretty please help me braid my hair I can’t remember how

Astarion, having caught a glimpse of her thought from the tadople: Darling I’m flattered on both accounts but I’m going to have to say no unless you promise to hold still. I need my eyes to see after all.

[creatingnikki]

come

One Vietnamese iced coffee shared between two, rose pink lipstick stains on the straw. Tiny tables in tiny cafes in a big city with big dreams that don’t die despite the big fears. You teach me new things about this city that is home and I hug you in a way that I hope envelopes you in some of the warmth that I feel from home. My phone now auto-connects to your home wi-fi every night I walk in. Your home address is on my food delivery apps. The plant you gifted me in my house near the yoga mat. The book I liked on your shelf in the corner. Plans to go see an art installation. 4 am peace as I write on your laptop and you learn new chords on your ukulele. Opening up your Amazon package in the morning and setting up the lamp you have been excited about the whole week. The Bluetooth list on my phone now shows your speakers. Waiting to watch the next episode when our schedules next align. Inside jokes and inside the same blankets. You told me not to catch feelings for you but baby have you been following your own advice? Because when you asked to slow dance and when you bury your face into my body, I feel your feelings. But I will remain silent. And I will not overestimate your feelings for me. The only thing I will do this time is not search for responses and reactions in all this baggage I carry and unlearn everything that made me hate me. I will fix me and you figure yourself out and in between we will find our third place together for a while. Come. 

[alwaysbethewest]

the glance inside his moleskine... 🥴

[randomlynormalgirl]

there’s something so romantic and intimate about offering someone your wrist when you want them to smell your perfume

[spectrum-color]

And Fitz has married Molly and settled down into a quiet life with her, helping Dutiful with kingship behind the scenes. I know this is supposed to be a happy ending for him, but I can’t help but think it’s like his years in the cabin with Hap. He’s hiding from who he really is. He is content but I don’t think he’s truly fulfilled like he was with the Fool. There’s a reason he thinks he’ll never again have the kind of bond they shared (or the one he had with Nighteyes.) I’ve always seen Molly as a way for him to pursue the life he thinks he should have, rather than what he truly wants, which is why he shut her out of anything not conventional (from his heritage to his work for the crown to his bond with Nighteyes.) It isn’t even what he would have chosen this time; he would have gone with Beloved if he had allowed it. This feels like, at best, a Frodo ending for him but one being presented as fairy tale.