#keep going anon

he gets home and immediately yells at you. you should’ve fought Matt, like you always do. you should’ve used those stupid teeth. the nails Derek forgets to trim. it’s not like you don’t know how to pull hair. Derek knows you know how to struggle.

you watch him pour drinks before bed. he gets aggressive when he’s drunk, but tonight… he’s just frustrated. between classes, being the heir, while his father constantly undermines his authority over his siblings… it’s getting in his head. he’s not getting his way. he simply drags you into bed after securing a dog collar around your neck.

he keeps you close, biting at your neck and touching his favorite parts of you. the parts he knows you hate when he touches. he likes feeling you squirm. it almost calms him down. you feel a wet streak that isn’t saliva. tears. silent and angry.

the rest of the night is filled with the sound of his frustrated, drunk mumbling against your skin.

“mine.” over and over again.

(tempted to do more of these????? was this bad??)

-> 🐐🧨

I could use some massive words of encouragement right now. I'm in a mentally dark place and I don't know how much longer I can hold out or push the feelings back.

Something as simple as "you got this" helps.

 - Swallow. All of it.

For Marinette it was absolutely exhilarating to hear Adrien’s commanding voice, as her lips tightened around his cock. Just half a year ago he was a stuttering mess when she went down on him for the first time, and now, he was towering over her, pressing his hand to the back of her head, gently suggesting what she should do. And Ladybug gladly obeyed, drinking stream after stream of liquid love for her, without ever taking eyes from her lover.

this is keith’s lifestory

Honestly, it’s kind of similar to me. There are unspoken rules in my family, mostly from my parents - “you can study whatever you want (as long as it is useful)” - “we’re totally okay with lgbt people (but… your new driving instructor is a lesbian…)” - “you can tell us whatever you want (unless it contradicts my opinion)”. I have my sisters though and we are very close, I know I can complain to them. And my mom has been working on changing her attitude towards me ever since I got into therapy. 

I guess what I’m trying to say is don’t give up. What you are telling me sounds very familiar to me but I am in therapy and it is helping. You might feel like your friends would leave you in a heartbeat but if you think about it rationally, you’ll see that that most likely isn’t true. They are your friends for a reason, right? You hang out with them because you like what you saw in them. I doubt that you would like people that would drop their friend just because they are feeling down/having troubles figuring themselves out. 

Try to look for help. Pick your most patient friend, even if you aren’t that close right now. Hang out with them a little more. See if you can find a therapist. Look for signs if maybe some of your family members would be willing to change their ideals if they saw how much they tore you apart. 

I promise you that you are not stupid.  Everyone - every single creative person - feels this way.  Yes, including the great ones you study in school.  Everyone doubts themselves, everyone is painfully aware of the gap between the vision in their head and the work they make, everyone.  Everyone.  Everyone.

You just have to fight through it.

You should have one too

One tent tiny question? ‘Tis all I beg for at the moment

-🗞️anon

Excuse me, but are you Dalish, by any chance, because I think you're a Keeper!