YEARNING - Blog Posts
Need someone who can treat me as a pathetic dog 24/7. Need someone who will tell me what to do. Need someone who makes decisions for me. Need someone who punishes me when I don't obey. Need someone who pushes me into dog headspace when I'm resilient and refusing. Need someone who can clicker train me.
I need to be someone's pet. I need to be able to be a dog around someone 24/7. I need to be owned.
(pics are from pinterest)
okay guys who wants to yearn for eachother!!
the bottom photo kills me
like he wants that cookie SO BADDD
I am taking forever with the new chapter, my apologies. Will probably try to upload this weekend 🫶
Anybody else into deep internal declarations of love? 😭 Viktor surrendering to love will always be a trope close to my heart.
Here's an excerpt of just that!
...forcibly trudging forward. (That's how the paragraph ends, couldn't fit it)
❄️Modern au, scientific competition, friends to enemies to friends to lovers. A lot of yearning, angst, pinning, hurt/comfort, petty lab-wars, soulmate connection.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/61602655/chapters/157489549
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I've been adoring interacting with the jayvik fandom. You guys are honestly awesome.
I'll leave the tags below in case you're interested! :-)
Have a great day, tumblr 🫶
Let me cook ☝️ (jayvik fanfic WIP)
❄️ Modern au, slowest of burns, friends to enemies to friends to lovers, petty lab-wars, major angst, major pinning, major yearning, soulmate connection, and just so much LOVE for one another. 19 chapters already out!!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/61602655/chapters/157489549
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Interacting with jayvik fans has been like a breath of fresh air in my life. Hence, my being here. Thanks for this wonderful community, guys.
Here are the tags
“nooo don’t cry ;-;”
or what? ur gonna sit behind ur screen and tell me what to do???? or are you gonna pull up and hug me and comfort me???? r u gonna make me a hot chocolate and watch tmnt with me on my couch until i fall asleep with my head on ur shoulder???? r u gonna carry me into my bed and tuck me in and join me for the night??? r u gonna be there the next morning to make sure i eat breakfast and take my meds???? or r u just gonna dm me and pathetically ignore me the next day????
no one gets it...and even if they did, the universe is keen on not making our paths cross. I wish to meet him, the him as crazy and angry and sad as me, he understands phone lines don't help with depression, he'll see people talk about SH and think he deserves it but he'll never do it since he's too scared, he bed rots all day, his bed has become his casket, his only sense of enjoyment is the media he consumes, he has soulless dead eyes and a nose comparable to gods, his eyes are auburn and hair dark curly but what is the point of being beautiful if people use that against you too? what is the point of being ugly if people use that against you too? he tries manifestation, witchcraft, subliminals, anything— to stop the voices in his head saying "this is all meaningless." because no one wants to hear that, no one wants to share pain, only joy. "who will share my pain with me?" he wonders. he is me. he is everything i am and everything I'm not. and I want to cling to his skin, not just mine. and I want to feel him inside me, not just my fingers. and I want to look into his eyes, not just from my mirror. Voglio vivere e morire con lui.....but he's just, not, there.
Sun, swallow me whole. I want to be beautiful to my own accord. I want solitude that does not kill. For once, i want to be the light that permeates and guides someone to liberty. If not sunrise, then sunset at the very least. I am a myriad of flaws. I was told that light could make terror beautiful, too. Come, devour me. I don’t care if you burn my skin or suffocate my lungs—I want to be whole.
I want to be her protector.
I want my arms to be a safe place she can collapse into at the end of the day. I want my presence to be grounding, to offer support even in silence. I want to offer her comfort in every way I possibly could. I want to make her favourite food when she’s too tired, or just because. I want to refill her water bottle so she doesn’t have to get up. I want to take care of her in the smallest and simplest ways.
I want to pour all my love into her and make sure she always feels loved and wanted.
soulmate (n.)
A person with whom you have an immediate connection the moment you meet – a connection so strong that you are drawn to them in a way you have never experienced before. As this connection develops over time, you experience a love so deep, strong and complex, that you begin to doubt that you have ever truly loved anyone prior. Your soulmate understands and connects with you in every way and on every level, which brings a sense of peace, calmness and happiness when you are around them. And when you are not around them, you are all that much more aware of the harshness of life, and how bonding with another person in this way is the most significant and satisfying thing you will experience in your lifetime. You are also all that much aware of the beauty in life, because you have been given a great gift and will always be thankful.
it's about the small acts of intimacy... forehead kisses, putting jewelry on you, rubbing your hand with their thumb, putting a jacket on you, touching your necklace, running your hands through their hair, wiping away their tears, peeling them an orange, un/zipping their dress, tying their shoelaces, holding hands, removing an eyelash from their cheek, washing their hair, putting an anklet on them, tucking their hair behind their ear, sorting out their collar, untangling their necklaces, drinking out of a cup in their hands
Born to be loved loudly and sincerely, forced to be a "maybe" at best
Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
@dog-teeth/nobody - mitski/@ lilrainpoety on instagram/little weirds - jenny slate/@blossomfully/@chaandajaan/strawberry blond - mitski/wishbone - richard siken/salt - salma deera/unable to find a source/mia hollow/the unabridged journals of sylvia plath/nobody - mitski/crush - richard siken
Very interesting topic, would 100% recommend having conversations about it
does anyone know about the yearning & the wanting
oh to be in a polycule where we all split the cost of a house big enough for all of us
The moon and the ocean are in love. When the moon puls the tide they are dancing. Starfish are their children.
The smell of his sweat lingered on my pillow last night and I found myself breathing it in until I could no longer find his scent.
i simply wish to read old poetry to my bf while we’re both in nothing but our boxers, on a blanket in the grass, eating fresh peaches in the midday sunlight
i want to run my hands through his hair while he places a hand on my cheek and kisses me softly
idk what i want more: for me to fall asleep on his chest or for him to fall asleep on mine