Oh My 🤭

i also like this description when it comes to emotionally repressed people/characters that have overanalyzed their emotions to the point of not feeling those emotions anymore. they have gone over past situations so many times in their head, labeling the emotions and upset that may have gone along with it only to “move on” after they’re satisfied with their analysis. but they don’t really move on, they just acknowledge the existence of those emotions and don’t work through them.

characters who are emotionally repressed, mellow, and self aware but cannot do anything to reconcile their emotions late at night when they can’t sleep. the anxieties, the sadness, the anger washing over them all in one moment- becoming so overwhelming that they break the feelings apart bit by bit for an explanation of each one. just to feel like they deserve to have those emotions.

sure maybe they have told you terrible things that have happened to them and what they felt at the time, but never do you see the true raw emotions of those experiences. begging you to ask the question of if you know them, or if you know of them.

You know, when I see fictional characters who repress all their emotions, they're usually aloof and very blunt about keeping people at a distance, sometimes to an edgy degree—but what I don't see nearly enough are the emotionally repressed characters who are just…mellow.

Think about it. In real life, the person that's bottling up all their emotions is not the one that's brooding in the corner and snaps at you for trying to befriend them. More often than not, it's that friendly person in your circle who makes easy conversation with you, laughs with you, and listens and gives advice whenever you're upset. But you never see them upset, in fact they seem to have endless patience for you and everything around them—and so you call them their friend, you trust them. And only after months of telling them all your secrets do you realize…

…they've never actually told you anything about themselves.

GUH-

my word. this had me patting my damp brow with a handkerchief it got me so good

Sylus is for the ones who want security

Sylus is for the ones whose feet always seem to find the cracks in the pavement, who always seem to stumble over themselves as they try desperately to make something- a name for themselves, a conversation, a new relationship, a stronger existing one, anything- only to fail again and again.

Sylus is for the ones who find themselves holding up their hands as they watch them shake. Why you? Why was everything always on you? Why did you always have to make the effort, the connection, the fake-happy face to appease someone, just so that they might love you?

Sylus is for the ones who truly try, but have longed since reached the breaking point. Don't worry darling. Hide the cracks. If they're hidden, you surely can handle a little bit more disappointment. A little bit more 'being alone' no matter how hard you try. A little bit more on focusing on everyone else's needs while neglecting your own. Why are you breaking? Why are your pieces on the floor? Chin up, darling. It's only for a while longer. How much longer? Well, how much more do you have left to give?

Sylus is for the ones who sit wondering why. Why is there suddenly the foreign feeling of care, of love, of endearment? When everything has been 'nothing' for so long, how are you supposed to cope with 'anything' at all? Much less 'everything'? The stack of bills are paid, the cupboards no longer have ramen, rice, and beans. The texts come frequently, and your phone rings randomly whenever you cross someone's mind. When have you ever crossed someone's mind? And the clothes bought for you fit like a glove.

Sylus is for the ones who have given everything all of their life, who have found themselves desperate for connections that no one wants to make with them, who give their everything in exchange for more anxiety and demands at their expense.

Sylus is for the ones who want security.

actually the funniest fucking tags i’ve seen in a while. thank you nerd tumblr

After that conversation on your blog about Astarion smelling like "warm meat" and his in-game line about wearing rosemary and bergamot perfume, I have been struck by the thought of him and Drow going to a slightly fancier inn than usual on their travels, and being served pork roasted with rosemary and lemon, and Drow getting ALL kinds of weird about it.

(he's probably even more weird about having it cold in sandwiches the next day)

If by "weird" you mean full of cannibal rizz.

A MASTERPIECE. parks and rec is the show i designate for eating time and bg3 takes up the rest of my free time. this? this is beautiful.

Thank you to u/elpinko on r/baldursgate3

this art is actually insane. like how- wh-

who is in love with him. bewitched body and soul by him to produce this

Good morning Jamil Viper I love you

He so cute here wtf 😭😭😭

Jamil Viper u will always be famous

THE HANNIBAL TAG???? help 😭😭 i could see asmo killing people and being like “oh this? just some girlbossing- let’s have a fancy dinner” right after

peoplewho still go on dates even with a winterstorm warning. no one says no to asmo

i’m cryingggg depicting him in this way is so cute 😭 the cat reference has me reeling

I have a headcanon that Leona was born with redder hair that darkened only with age.

like pigmentless, and skin covered in freckles-spots (which got washed out with age). Like a real lion cub.

How your cat be looking at you before bodyslamming you and shredding your skin into million pieces.

don’t mind me it’s just 1:21 am & i’m literally crying over how beautiful all the men in bts are and how they deserve the entire world

laios remembering him this way always makes me giggle bc i really hope this is how my friends see me. i won’t ask because any other answer would devastate me tbh

so glad they kept his silly bisexual wink in Laios' imagination despite everything... this will sustain me forever