yourdarlinggoblin

[yourdarlinggoblin]

I'm not American but uhh heres my take on the shit that I've heard about like the abortion bans there

So I heard about the Adriana Smith situation and when I found out I was so heartbroken and like angry. I'm not American and don't even live near there but the things that are happening there I hear are crazy. But hearing about Adriana's case is so fucked up. So because of that I feel like I need to rant to someone about this because I just find this absolutely disgusting and horrifying.

TW/CW: Abuse mentions, r4pe mentions, SA mentions, forced pregnancy, child abuse, emotional abuse, physical abuse, mental abuse, phycological abuse, marital r4pe, teen pregnancy, parental neglect, mental health, su!c!d3 mentions but briefly, state of America, Trump/political content, discussion of male and female victims of abuse

Read my whole rant below the cut but otherwise scroll away

As a future mother I would rather not have a baby who would have a rough upbringing than the chance of actually birthing them. A child is supposed to have a happy and wonderful easygoing life. When people see a child with a tube in their nose or body we feel pity for them. We feel bad that they're in a horrible position.

Letting a baby be born extremely premature is horrible because it means they would have issues growing up and living. Chance will be one of those poor children. As a future mother I would NEVER allow my sweet baby to ever go through such horrors

Does Trump not see how hes doing more harm than good? Does he not realize how many men hes allowed to be selfish, abusive, terrible shits? Teen moms who conceived non-consensually will have to birth a baby that will wound their body before they have the chance to graduate high school, meaning they will experience the horrors that occurred during conception and during birth. I'm no idiot because I know that motherhood is a thankless job. Thats why I get my mom flowers. But how many teens do that? Hardly any.

That child will raise a child and not be thanked, instead knowing the culture of single mothers they will be shamed. And don't get me started about when that non-consensual conception occurs during marriage. Thats the worst. Imagine the man you marry, the one you are meant to spend all your life with loving with every breath hurts you in the most unforgivable way possible and now you are expecting their child. How will you properly, fully love that precious baby?

And I feel so bad for the men who are made fathers against their will. Some teen boys become fathers before they can apply for uni and its all against their will. Men who marry their wives thinking that they will be happy and safe and protect this woman with all they have end up being hurt by the one thing they were protecting and now shes pregnant with his child, a child he may have wanted but not like this. How will he love a child who was created through something so violating? Some parents can but can all? No. And thats the worst part…

Does Trump not see how its doing more harm than good? Does he not see that because of all this there will be a rise in abuse? And not just a partner abusing the other but child abuse as well? More and more children will be born into broken and breaking households where just breathing the wrong way can lead you to being physically, mentally and emotionally abused? This all leads up eventually into phycological abuse. Does Trump not see that more young girls will end up in abusive relationships and young boys being the abusers?

Does Trump not see that hes creating inadvertently the role that men are dominant and women submissive by making young girls abused and young boys the abuser which means Trump inadvertently creates this idea that women can't be abusers themselves and men can't be abused? Does Trump not see that crimes against women will rise substantially? Does Trump not see the amount of grapests will serve lesser punishments for their demonic crimes?

Does Trump not see the amount of pain he will be creating within this country, within thousands if not millions of homes? Does Trump not see the amount of babies that will eventually grow up to be abused or abusers? Does Trump not see the amount of who will probably end up in foster homes or in adoption centers? For those children to almost always end up growing up without a home? For the rise of children in adoption centers to go up while the number of those adopted barely rises?

The amount of grape, SA, and assault, cases to sky rocket? For the rate of depression, anxiety and just overall mental health to start decreasing at an alarming rate? For the amount of self-induced deaths to occur? That the reason for the male loneliness epidemic is because women don't want men to act the way they do because its EVIDENTALLY MEANING WITH EVIDENCE PROVEN ITS HARMFUL?!?!?!?! That women don't want a simple 5k per baby born and a medal because its basically a pat on the back because whats a medal going to do when 5k can barely buy you a home in America?

Speaking of America, does Trump not see that hes killing it?

[yourdarlinggoblin]

mutual obsession and mutual devotion. drools.

that’s all that’s the post.

[yourdarlinggoblin]

'Why are you going through and liking all my old posts??!! How did you even get those accounts i never gave you those?!'

God forbid a guy have a love language 🙄

[yourdarlinggoblin]

i just want someone older to be obsessed with me please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please

[yourdarlinggoblin]

He was always there.

Behind me in class. Next to me on the bus. Waiting outside the clubroom even when he wasn’t a member.

People called it sweet. I called it familiar.

I didn’t see the danger in his silence.

He memorized my Spotify playlists. Read every book I mentioned once. Started carrying crystals in his pocket after learning I did. Told me he started dream journaling because of “something I said about symbols.”

He never yelled. Never forced. He just… showed up. Again and again. In places I didn’t mention going.

“I didn’t follow you,” he said with a small smile, brushing lint off my sleeve. “I just knew you’d be here.”

The first time he kissed me, it was after a tarot reading. I flipped the Lovers, and then the Devil. He held my hand too long.

“You always talk like the universe is watching,” he whispered. “So I’ll be your universe. That way you’re always safe.”

I told myself it was romantic. Told myself it was fine when he deleted his socials after someone DM’d me.

Told myself he was just protective.

But now when he holds me, it’s with both arms wrapped like a lock.

When I dream, he’s always there.

When I wake up, he’s already texting me:

“Dream of me again?” “Good. Don’t forget who you belong to.”

[yourdarlinggoblin]

Rumors

There’s this girl in our school. Quiet. Wears layered rings and smells like jasmine and smoke. People say she’s a witch—like, actual tarot-reading, herb-drying, moon-whispering witch.

One time, the most popular guy in school—yeah, him—got dared to get a tarot reading from her during lunch. Everyone was watching like it was a joke. But she didn’t even laugh.

She pulled three cards. Just three.

Then she looked at him and said,

“You’ve just met someone who’ll make you dependent. Dangerous. Like fire clinging to air—burning brighter, but losing control. Watch your dreams closely. They’ll show you who you’re becoming.”

He brushed it off. Rolled his eyes. Smirked. Whatever.

But then he started dreaming about her.

Once.

Then again.

Then again.

Three nights. Same eyes. Same voice. Same chill down his spine.

Now he’s different.

Quieter. Obsessed. He stares at her like she’s an eclipse he can’t look away from. Says she feels familiar. Like he knew her in another life. Like she carved his name into her spellbook before they ever met.

People say he’s bewitched.

But honestly?

We think he likes it.

[yourdarlinggoblin]

He’s the type everyone likes.

Captain of something. Blinding smile. Laughs too loud. Always surrounded. Always shining.

The kind of guy who dates pretty girls with glassy laughs and mirror selfies. (Theres nothing wrong with that because I'm actually friends with girls like that (I married one (shes my best friends)) so no hate to them)

And then he met me.

Quiet. Weird. Says the creepiest things with a straight face.

Draws random roses and flowers in my notebooks and labels their anatomy.

Carries around stones and herbs like they’re currency.

Sits alone during lunch and listens to witchy podcasts like it’s therapy.

I said three words to him in English and now he’s stalking my Spotify.

Made an alt just to follow my private Pinterest board. (I hate the ads)

Keeps opening tabs of witchy forums I posted on at 2am.

Screenshots my Wattpad fics like they’re sacred texts.

He should’ve looked away when I didn’t smile back.

Now he walks past my house at night with headphones in, hoping I’ll be at the window.

And the worst part?

He still thinks he’s the dangerous one.

[yourdarlinggoblin]

How I want my potentially MAN to think of me:

I wasn’t like this before her.

I had routine. Logic. Sleep.

Then she looked at me with eyes that knew too much and said my full name like it was an invocation.

She drinks moonlight like wine.

Talks to herbs like they whisper back.

She paints with blood-colored reds and names her playlists like battle cries.

I told myself it was just a crush.

But I started dreaming of her hands tracing protective sigils across my chest.

I started watching the stars for signs of her mood.

She never asked me to stay.

But I did.

Like a moth that thinks the flame is home.

If she cursed me, I thank her.

If she didn’t… then gods help me, this is love.

[yourdarlinggoblin]

He wasn’t yandere.

Not until me.

Not until he watched me light candles with shaking hands and laugh like a prophecy.

Not until he tasted my tea and dreamt of me for seven nights straight.

He told himself it wasn’t a spell.

But he started bleeding for me in silence.

Started guarding me like a wolf guards the last light in a dying forest.

Now he carries my name like a secret.

Kills the thought of anyone else touching me.

He says I bewitched him.

But I didn’t.

I just let him see me.

And he’s been haunted ever since.

[yourdarlinggoblin]

I want the kind of yandere who didn’t even believe in magic.

He was logical. Rational. Maybe a bit nerdy. The kind of guy who rolled his eyes at tarot cards and thought crystals were just pretty rocks.

A gym-going, soft-voiced, well-read man who thought “witchcraft” was a Tumblr aesthetic.

And then he met me.

The girl with fingers stained with candle wax and ink, who smells like sage and vanilla, who murmurs prayers in forgotten languages while painting sigils on paper scraps.

The girl who leaves moon water on her windowsill, keeps a journal full of dreams and omens, and can list ten herbs for banishment off the top of her head.

Who makes playlists that feel like dancing under a blood moon with your soulmate's ghost.

Who cries over poems, sharpens her eyeliner like a dagger, and reads romance and horror with equal intensity.

The girl who talks to Lord Apollo, reads tarot at 2am, collects bones and pressed flowers, and can banish a spirit or bind a soul with the same loving hands that bake cinnamon cookies.

And he falls.

Hard.

Unknowingly enchanted.

He starts carrying amethyst in his pocket because I said it’d keep him calm.

He memorizes my rituals. Starts burning lavender on his own. Asks me about his dreams. Watches me light a candle and starts whispering his wishes into the flame like it’s sacred.

He thinks it’s all coincidence. Until it isn’t.

Until I’m the last thought he has before sleep. The first one when he wakes up.

Until he starts seeing symbols everywhere that remind him of me.

Until he can’t go a single day without hearing my voice or he aches.

And by the time he realizes he’s obsessed—heart, soul, and all—

It’s already done.

I’ve carved my name into his bones.

He didn’t believe in witches.

Until I made him mine.

[yourdarlinggoblin]

I don’t want a yandere who knows he’s a yandere.

No.

I want the well-built, glasses-wearing, soft-spoken nerd who thought he was just a normal guy. A little awkward. Keeps to himself. Likes history documentaries and manga. Goes to the gym quietly. Probably has a cat <3

And then he meets me.

The girl who casually talks about witchcraft and spirit work like it’s the weather.

The girl with a playlist titled “sword fighting in the woods at 3AM with my lover's ghost.”

Who reads both true crime and spicy 400k fantasy fics, paints flowers, studies the Greek Gods, makes DnD characters like they’re real people, and talks about cursed medieval relics like it's her hobby (because it is, and really interesting).

The girl who’s a picky eater but will offer you cursed Pinterest recipes at 2 in the morning.

Who loves horror movies but needs someone to hold during the needle using parts.

Who smiles sweetly while explaining the emotional symbolism in fictional murders.

And he falls.

Hard.

Dangerously hard.

He starts checking my Spotify. Reading my fics. Watching horror just to understand me. Learning crystal meanings and flower languages. Picking fights with anyone who looks at me for more than 3 seconds.

He doesn't even realize it’s obsession until it's too late.

Until he’s already rearranged his world around me.

Until he’s whispering "mine" like it’s a prayer.

Until I smile at him like I know what he’s become—and love it anyway.

He wasn’t born a yandere.

He was made.

By me.

Tehe~ <3