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Some people go out and look for a challenge in life.
And some just like to take things easy.
Some like to think , plan ahead and create paths where none exist.
Some like to take every day as it comes.
Some like to fight.
Some seek the thrills.
And some would rather seek some company instead.
Some like to talk.
And some prefer the silence.
Some like to be in the spotlight.
While others prefer the shadows.
Some just want to party.
While for others the party has long ended.
We build.
And we destroy.
We cry.
And we laugh.
And sometimes we do both.
We get angry.
And we calm ourselves.
We make descisions we might regret.
We fight along eachothers sides.
And sometimes we take on the world all on our own.
We take care of others in good times and in bad.
Some will become parents.
And some will find a family in unexpected places
Some want to be part of a team.
And some would rather be alone.
Some like to play.
While some would rather watch.
Life is like a video game.
We all play the same game But while some of us are just starting up their tutorials.
Others are already at the credits.
Hehe it’s so cuuute
Baby Charizard!
(Art by the talented euclase).
Once, long ago, Anael said that humans understand many things, but they do not truly understand war.
Castiel has bled upon thousands of battlefields, because there was not just one battle to force Lucifer back into the cage. Day after day, he would clash blades with the twisted forms of angels and humans which once were whole. And, at the end of those seemingly endless days, he would help carry the broken bodies of their dead to where they would be laid to rest.
(His genocide of the angels, under the name of a new God, did not even come close to the body count of those battles. He would sit among the bodies of thousands, the ashes of their wings left to disintegrate in the vast corners of Hell. And he would feel nothing.)
It is not in the days of peace when brotherhood is formed. Brotherhood is born in fire and blades and blood. Brotherhood is born in loss, in the mutual, terrible decisions one must make.
Castiel fought beside Anael, Uriel, and Balthazar, thousands of years on end. The words they spoke eventually faded from his mind - everything does, especially in times like those. But he remembers those moments clearer than anything, those moments when their fates were tangled.
Anael. The moment when the flames of Hell had risen, burning half of his feathers to crisps. He’d fallen, hard, his armor dented, his eyes unseeing. He was sure he was going to die, until her arms had wrapped around him, and they were together, one, brother and sister under the eyes of all who understand.
(He didn’t see her die. He knows, with her blood on his hands, that he should have.)
He and Uriel, fighting side by side, their blades one. Uriel’s wings had been beautiful. Golden, like the sun. The war had hardened him, just like it hardened everyone.
According to Heaven, the replacement of laughter for pain was a price that must be paid. For the greater good.
(Anael had stabbed Uriel, for him. Uriel had made his choice. Staring down at his body, Castiel had thought that the price that Heaven had asked was much too high.)
Balthazar had thrown himself upon a blade for Castiel. Castiel remembers this, clear as day. The day after Lucifer had been forced back into his cage, Balthazar had left Heaven. And Castiel had let him.
(Castiel’s blade had slid into Balthazar’s back easy as anything. Castiel had felt Balthazar’s Grace slip away, and didn’t think twice about the decision at the time. Now, it’s on a list of regrets which extends for miles, regrets forged in good intentions.)
Humans have war. But it does not last as long, and nowhere near as bitter. Demons and angels, two sides of the same coin, would fight and kill forever, in the name of a greater purpose. Humans cannot understand wars in the ways that angels fight them.
(“We’re expected to kill,” Anael had said. “We’re expected to kill, and then we’re expected to feel nothing.”)
He does not feel nothing.
Sorry I haven’t been posting guys I’m on holiday so here’s a lil something to make up for it
Reblogging because fuck tumblr! I have a similar story to this and I have been dming people for a long time about trying to figure things out. I hate that things must end this way.
Please, sex possitivity, talking about it showing it to one another, living it and discovering it is the only that we can grow.
*I wrote this a few days ago, but I’m shy, so…
I’m trying to find the words to describe how I felt when I logged on to tumblr today. It’s so much more than porn to me.
My first tumblr was erotic art. I still follow my favorite blog from that very first tumblr. She talked to me once, and I remember thinking about how that was so cool, I could actually talk to the person who was creating this art.
I started to “like” other things, things I thought I might like to try, things I thought could communicate to my partner what it was I needed. I’ve never been very good at finding porn, so it was amazing to have this tool for communication. I’m the type that will DO the really nasty, dirty thing, but I will never, ever say it out loud. (I’m working on it.)
I started to search for things, anything really. I figured if I found every single type of porn it would somehow give me an idea of whatever this “stuff” was that I was into. Until then I’d been sexually adventurous, with a high sexual drive, but I didn’t really know anything except vanilla sex. I searched everything. One thing led to another and another and I went on this crazy ride of self discovery. I have never fallen more deeply in love with anything in my life, and it changed the course of my dreams.
Sexuality has always fascinated me, but I never realized how much, or how deeply until I started that search. This time it shifted everything for me. My dream has always been to go back to school to become a therapist, but I realized I wanted my focus to be on sexuality. I started learning how to become a sex therapist.
There’s only so much you can actually learn about sexuality here, so I took my research elsewhere. But for MY personal research, for MY sexuality, I stayed here.
I stumbled on this little bubble of tumblrs that all seemed connected somehow, that all posted the kinky type of things I had learned that I was into. (Before tumblr I was terrified to ask my partner to slap me in the face. Terrified.) What I had stumbled into was the BDSM community on tumblr.
I read everything. Absolutely fucking everything. How the hell did these girls know exactly how I felt inside? Maybe they’re just really good writers, maybe I’m just identifying with these emotions because I’m being empathetic maybe, maybe…
I denied being submissive for a while. For as long as I could. Until I just couldn’t anymore. I’m not “just kinky” as much as I wanted to be.
I got a few more tumblrs. I dove a little deeper with each one. Once I even reached out to another member of the community and told her all about my vanilla relationship. She told me I could start over and that it was ok to have these needs. I bought a couple of her books because she was so much like me.
I always thought about writing here. But what was I going to say? I’m a submissive stuck in a vanilla relationship and I can’t leave? There were other submissives who had vanilla partners, but they were with their partners because they loved them. I was just stuck. And it hurt so bad to see everyone have the thing I needed so badly.
Eventually I wrote. I decided to keep a JUNO journal this year. I decided to leave my vanilla relationship. I met my Dom on tumblr. I’m starting my life completely over.
I wouldn’t have known any of this if it weren’t for tumblr.
Obviously there’s more to my story, and this is just a glance at all of the things I’ve gone through in the past 3 years here. But it just has to be said because it’s ending.
Maybe this is good for me. Maybe I need to branch out a little bit instead of staying in this little comfort zone. God knows I spend hours upon hours on this site. But tumblr ending is like a little piece of my life ending. I regret not writing more, not reaching out to the tumblrs, especially the women, who changed my life. So I guess that’s kind of what I’m doing now.
@darkmekare @amysubmits @cherished-property @dwpreturns @instructor144 @fireflyflashes @littlemisssubshine @pleasurewhore (even though those two are gone now) @cynicaldom @female-orgasm-denial @i-could-be-the-walrus @sadisticgames
You all literally helped change my life. Reading your posts made me realize I am submissive, and now I get to live it.
And of course @ombratoire for being the best Dom ever 😘
I am desire
I am passion.
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Farewell online privacy
I love what I love and respect what I don't. I wish to be there for all and love all. Dum Spiro Spero, Dum Spero Amo, Dum Amo Vivo.
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