#she is my soul mate

[poemsoft]

SCORPION (3 - my favourite)

There's a sort of satisfaction in thinking back to this momentary fraction of time when you meet someone that will have a temporary seat in your life and you never would have guessed the significance of the quest ahead; but with you, I'm never surprised my twin flame was never disguised as a stranger because she is the changer of my life

you deserve everything that is good my heart wants to sing when you're happy you deserve none of your pain and I want to be there without googling a plane when you need an umbrella in the rain

more than anyone you show me what it's like to be loved and I have never understood why you'd be worried I'll leave what a wonderful sparkle, glimmer, flame unconditional beyond anything until the universe comes to an end and far and infinitely beyond that you will be my very best friend

[psihoactiv]

IM SO GRATEFUL FOR MY BEST FRIEND I LOVE HER WITH MY WHOLE HEART

[h-doodles]

Connection // Consumption // Possession is my way of Love & you are mine as i am yours, various - a web weave for it's quicker & easier (to eat your young) by @pinkcannibal 💖

[elsamars]

but one thing's certain... nothing is immutable, when the will of a strong woman is applied.

[lilyharvord]

been thinking about AUs lately, mostly becuase I have had so little time to write due to craziness, and I got back on my bullshit about meeting your soulmate and their first word being tattooed on your skin. And just... the implications of that?

Mare with the word "thief" tattooed on her wrist and having to cover it so as to not give herself away in the Stilts, but when/if she gets caught by officers they see it while they detain her and even if she didn't do anything she ends up locked up for the night because of that word. So she comes to hate it with a passion and tried scrubbing it off, and mutilating it as she grew up to remove it, to hide herself better as she starts to steal more and more to survive. But she would wake up with it perfectly healed. And it is in such pretty penmanship, waaaaay too nice to be a Red's handwritting, or even an officer's in the Stilts. And that scares her, so she forces herself to hold onto the belief that maybe it belongs to some Red who assists a general or something and they have to write a lot and she will meet them at the Choke. When Kilorn sees it for the first time while he is helping clean her up after a particularly bad night in a cell, he realizes he can never be hers because it was no where near his first word to her.

Cal has the word "obviously", and it is so obviously the dumbest fucking word to have. It is literally the most common word. The amount of times he has heard the words "obviously" in his life and turned around only to realize it is someone he already knows? Stupid, absolutely ridiculous. And not to mention that the way it is written on his wrist is horrific and makes him question if this person ever really learned how to write properly. The good news? He can hide it underneath his flamemaker and forget about it if he needs to. And he does, pretty much decides that he'll probably just never meet whoever it is. Besides... he has to marry a lady of a High House, and he's already met all of them and none of them said that word to him on the first go. And it doesn't really matter... it is so rare for a future king to marry their soul mate through Queenstrial anyway. His father was just lucky with his mother, and his grandfather of course met his but got away with keeping him and marrying a Queen. And maybe it's for the best if he never meets this person, it would just be a twist of the knife if he is already married and meets the person who is meant to complete him.

And then, one night, on a dirt road, in the hours before night and dawn, when the stars are still out and the world is dreaming, a thief sticks her hand into the pocket of prince, who catches her wrist, and accuses her with a surprised and confused tone: "thief", and she tilts her head to the side, her eyes sparking as she replies "Obviously". And it takes everything for him not to flip her wrist over and look for the word he just uttered, but he lets go instead, terrified that this is the girl who is meant to come into his life and complete him. And she backs up a step, her eyes darkening as she looks him over anew. Neither comments, neither admits to anything. And Mare is glad for it, because the next day she learns he is a prince, and not just any prince, he is The Prince, and she immediately is relieved because there is no way in all of heaven and earth that she is paired with this man. She didn't see her reply on his wrist... she forces herself to believe that there is a different word tattooed there. That if she were to lift up his sleeve she would see something else, some meaningless word to her, that means everything to him. She never looks though, and he never takes off his flamemaker, so she never has the chance to see.

Then, one evening, in a soldiers barrack, on a Piedmont base in the middle of a summer shower, complete with the distant growl of thunder: Mare glances at his bare arm, wrapped around her bare waist. It would be so easy for her to just, gently turn it and look, to answer the question that has haunted her since a Blackrun fell from the sky, and he held her like they were going to die. She shivers subconsciously and gently reaches down to slide her fingers through his, her heart pounding against her ribs. She can't decide if she wants to see the word there, or if she doesn't. She doesn't know which way would be better, whether it would break her heart if it wasn't, or if she were be terrified if it were. He sighs against her neck and pulls her a little closer when she first goes to rotate his wrist, she freezes, tensing for a heartbeat. He's a soldier, they sleep lightly, and this feels like an invasion even though she has now seen and touched every part of him. For some reason this one spot of skin feels forbidden. Inhaling, she slowly rotates his wrist to face up, and her entire skin erupts in goosebumps as lightning illuminates the room and thunder crashes a heartbeat later. There is her hand writing, her ugly, horrific handwriting, and there is the word she said to him with such tenacity on a dirt road and changed their lives forever. She flips his hand back over and pressed it to her stomach, knots her fingers with his as she tries to slow her breathing back to a sleeping rate. It's no use though, his sigh against her neck is no longer a gentle whisper, but is instead one of relief. "I wanted you to look first." He murmurs against the vertebrae at the base of her skull, before lightly running his lips up to her ear. "I think knew in my heart since the Bowl of Bones." He squeezes her fingers softly, and they never speak of it.

Then he choses a crown, a crown over what those words on their wrists' mean. And that betrayal is so much worse than it ever could have been.

[lucydonato]

I know I talk a lot about my un-straight best friend on here but when our OTHER best friend and I found out that we would watch reruns of the same shitty syfy show on nights that we couldn't sleep in middle school (before we'd met) and she said there were probably nights that we were up watching it at the same time and it was nice to think that we weren't alone even if it felt like it back then that rewired something in brain chemistry for real

[lottiecrabie]

matty liked this on twitter😭

a pfms!matty ass tweet omg😭😭😭

[pierswife]

There's a reason why we've been stuck with each other for 10+ years

[nathanialhowe]

ppl who hate wyll but love karlach make me giggle like she'd kill you for that. thats her best friend. the fuck.

[dolly-macabre]

When it comes to self-shipping with canon characters within a fandom, jealousy is inevitable. But if you do it right like I did and you're not a little bitch about it, you might get lucky and get a gf out of it 😜

[rhaenyratargeryn]

Imma say it

acotar ain't even good smut

[geffenrecords]

the outsiders is hintons best work bc it doesn't have that dumbass awkward romance between the guy and the girl . like in most of them it's fine it's not a big deal but whatever the fuck was happening in taming the star runner was just pissing me off .

[madamairlock]

getting to know me asks:

58. description of my best friend

Oooooooh I really like this one! My best friend is an absolute ball of fun. She's nervous and anxious but damn is she feisty and she'll do anything she can to help. Her hair is as wild as she is and I'm so glad she grew it out. I love her so much.

[nii--chan]

I'm so happy I saw my best friend today!!♡

[cyazurai]

Gem still wants to do something different to prevent her midlife crisis, so I sent her to Sulani for a little "me" time.

While there, she met a sim that I made for a Berry Pastel Rainbowcy but forgot her name right at the moment.. anyway, the instant they saw each other they felt a spark. Gem thought briefly about starting up a little fling on the side, but the moment that thought crossed her mind, she remembered Dom at home.. and knew she couldn't do it.

[lepertamar]

i hate………it when my loves’s patterns look like they are mere expressions of a preexisting and underlying platonic ideal i Actually love…..there was a post i saw asking if ppl had any kinks that they only had specifically in the context of doing it at or with one specific person, the implication and responses suggested this was very strange and unusual and it made me realize……nearly .all my kinks are like this—i do not have a kink for x, and merely want someone who is able to fulfill it. i have a kink for ‘doing x with this one specific person who is not interchangeable with any other person on earth who has ever lived.’ same with broader contexts of relationships—i don’t want to be looking for someone who fits Into a preexisting slot for me, i am not into a particular 'type' of thing and looking for real things that can fill—or mimic, live up to, sort of approximate—that role. that is not me! that is so not me!

sure there are obviously some patterns but that’s different, that’s only after the fact. the encounters are what create the pattern in me in the first place. my loves — in ideas, stories, etc — are not ‘oh this is an Example of the preexisting Thing i want’. they are things that i encountered that caused some kind of reaction in my electron bonds that cause me to stick to it and become a slightly different shape, and sure some of that is only possible because of what i am, but mostly it’s that once i have encountered this thing that reshapes my electron bonds and sticks to me, then i also become capable of sticking to similar things, or completely different things i wasn't able to stick to before, sometimes due to convoluted associations, often transcending the association after a bit and connecting with the other things independently of it. i have a really really hard time not reflexively — even just in my own brain—‘justifying’ my loves and patterns by trying to make up an underlying preexisting Empty Slot in the way other people do — trying unthinkingly to explain and come up with ‘a type’ (preexisting) that this one singular particular one-of-a-kind thing or person is just a mere example of/fitting candidate for—but it’s a lie when i do this. it’s lying to myself, and lying to others. i think i have done it on this blog before. but it’s ugly, and untrue, and not me.