the transition from people needing each other to wanting each other is literally one of my greatest weaknesses that shit makes me want to walk into the sea and sit on the ocean floor for a thousand years

like. characters whose entire self worth is based on how useful they can be to others, who think that they're going to be abandoned as soon as they're no longer necessary, being told by someone that they want them to stay and realizing that they have value to people in and of themselves and not just for what they can do for them will never fail to completely unmake me. like on a molecular level.

it's about the moment dependence becomes devotion

Newspaper advice columnists who passive-aggressively diss one another in their advice AU

the take that “enemies to lovers doesn’t have to involve violence!!!” is so boring. knives to the throat or don’t bother

If there isn’t a sword fighting scene chocked full of sexual tension ending with one person straddling the other one/pinning their wrists against the wall, then what’s even the point?

love languages: going along with them on their errands, taking quizzes together, sharing bakery goods, waiting for them to tie their shoe, asking 'what happened next?' when somebody interrupts them, walking home with them and not leaving until they've made it inside

idea: scene with two characters eagerly stripping each other clearly about to bone, but they keep getting interrupted by finding carefully concealed weapons in each other’s clothing, so they keep just unholstering, revealing and unstrapping increasingly ludicrous amounts of hidden guns and knives as the clothes come off, and it’s lowkey killing the mood a little

Alternatively: it's not killing the mood at all but it's totally making both of them giggle like they're twelve and possibly get lowkey competitive in a subconscious way about who has the most to drop.

The more that I think of it the more I'm seeing the incredible intimacy of letting someone know where you keep your backup knife.

Like my god, the trust involved in letting someone undress you and learn your secrets instead of popping into the bathroom to change where they can't see and hiding all your weapons under the sink

...Oh

second alternative: you go to hide all your weapons under the sink but there’s already a bunch of weapons hidden underneath the sink.

awkward

It’s not that there’s already a bunch of weapons hidden underneath the sink that makes it awkward so much as that there’s so many weapons hidden underneath the sink that they fall out of the cabinet with the unmistakable sound of a knife-alanche, and then the other person comes in like “I can explain!” and you’re just dead-ass standing there with your own armload of weapons like “I can also explain.”

i dont know why we spend so much time writing about unrequited love when the saddest type of love is that with a time-limit. love that doesn’t want to end, but is forced to. time that deserves more, wants more, needs more, but has to stop. two lovers forced to go separate ways, two souls crying for one another across oceans. every touch feels like a goodbye, every kiss is tinged with sadness. these are the stories that break us like no other because these are the stories we can’t bear to imagine for ourselves. anybody can handle somebody never loving them in the first place. but how do we learn how to live without our other halves? how do we get used to that loss?

LISTEN,

the very CONCEPT of bodyguards is so narratively juicy and excellent, and I don’t just mean like “character x is character y’s bodyguard so they can be in the same place and fall in love”, I mean the protectiveness, the tension of trying to balance personal and professional, the unified dichotomy of devoted guardian/loyal servant!  the power dynamic.

and even platonically speaking??  again: loyalty!!  personal/professional!!  the sheer delight of watching someone kick righteous ass in defense of their principal!!  honestly it’s even good when the two people in question hate each other.  it’s always good.  write more bodyguards into your stuff, I’ll read it.

The inherent eroticism of loyalty

The sexiness of duty vs desire

it’s all “accidental hand touch” this and “brief longing gaze” that, where’s my support at for “reaching up and fixing someone’s collar for them” crew??

the intimacy disguised as helpfulness! the lingering contact! the optional subdued “you look nice” as they stand too close!!

expand your pining vocabulary people

friends to almost-lovers to enemies to a friendship resurrected with lingering love and lingering wounds that can either be carefully bandaged or left to fester

— Helene Cixous, “The Love of the Wolf” (via fleurishes)

sword flirting

its like sword fighting except instead of trying to kill each other when you disarm your partner you kiss. the levels of sluttiness and homoeroticism remain exactly the same.

@lgbtunis

right 😂 my personal go-tos for a romantic partner are mostly albi and hayati (which on offhanded occasions will be translated as ma vie if we're code-switching in darija) but like! the world is your oyster!

as a side note this applies to literally all arabic speakers including arab christians so! you know!!

Think of habibi like babe, folx. It's a super cute sounding word but it's not very personal.

Albi - my heart, someone you cannot live without

Hayati, ya hayati - my life

Ya ruhi - my soul, the person you belong with

Ya amar - my moon, the bright light shining on a dark night

Ya nour el ein - you're the light of my eye, you're the one who illuminates my universe

enemies to lovers who are still pretending to be enemies for the reputation

for fans of the coffeeshop au, i present the concept of: 24 Hour Diner AU

most plot action happens around 4am. there is always something vaguely eldritch going on in the background, no matter the writer’s intentions. always.

— Brontë (via quotemadness)

angels don’t have heartbeats but demons do 

thinkin about a fallen angel’s transformation into a demon and the first thing that happens is blood circulating from their first breath of earth air. thump thump. 

i’d like to think angels are naturally cold and generate heat from their halos. Demons, however, broke their halos into horns when they fell from heaven as rebellious angels, so their bodies generated their own heat - leading to heartbeats and eventually, fire.

a demon’s first day on earth is learning how to breathe.