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damon:

camping *fluff*

go to sleep *fluff*

dating damon

graham:

lose my faith *angst*

dating graham

a beautiful boy

there is no (happy) medium

i feel dirty for missing you

camping x damon albarn

*fluff*

the pond was a beautiful site as the sun had just set and the only light was the moon. we sat in our summer clothes with our legs hanging off the doc.

“this is my favorite place to come and write”

i smiled just letting his voice set in. his voice is beautiful and made a water like feeling down my spine. we sat there for another half hour until he stood up and grabbed my hand we ran to the campfire. our friends were still sitting there from when we left and all of them talking in the dark they didn’t notice as we sat down. i’ve never felt as at peace as i did when i was camping but to now bring the love of my life and my best friends it was one of the best experiences i’ve ever had.

we sat in the fold chairs looking into the fire. it was warm but the feeling of uneasiness still lingered in the dark. the thought of anything else but the fire washed away until he spoke.

“i’m getting sleepy”

he looked at me with red eyes and dry lips. his hair was a terribly beautiful mess. he was wrapped in a blanket and i sat in his sweatshirt. all the others have either passed out in their chairs or were already in their own tents.

without a verbal acknowledgment we both stood up and cuddled into each other’s arms as we walked. when we got in the tent i took my skirt off and was left in his light blue sweatshirt and my gray underwear. i looked over to damon who had just finished getting in he was taking off his shirt and shorts and put on some gray sweatpants. his skin was so soft, even though i’ve seen it so many times it still amazes me how perfectly imperfect his body was.

our tent was cozy with string lights strung in the inside. our bed was an inflatable mattress with lots of blankets. he dropped down next to me.

“i’ve never had so much fun”

he smiled as he closed his eyes in peace. i could see him look back on the memories of the week. like when we went swimming at 4am at the pond, or catching our marshmallows on fire, and when we caught a jar full of light bugs.

i snuggled up next to him and the blankets while i turned off the lights. he smelled like fire and cigarettes. the sounds of loons and cicadas made my body melt. i felt his breath on my face. he looked me in the eyes and tucked ny hair behind my ears. i went in too kiss his nose. and we soon fell asleep.

okay this is my first fic i hope you like it :,)

I love grown ass men with strong arms, toned chests, styled hair, rough beards/stubble, and good cologne.

chest pains

image credit: @strawberey

Thanatophobia Thoughtdump

1. If we are able to worry about it, it means we are alive right now.

2. Don’t try to envision what’s beyond it, unless you’re religious, because it’s physically impossible. Our brains don’t have the capability to imagine it.

3. I try to distract myself with the political world, as it’s much faster-paced and very grounding in how it changes so quickly.

4. Yes, I am terrified, and wondering how everyone else is happy, but then I have to remember that many of us haven’t truly lived yet. Many of us have been resigned to quiet, boring lives by overprotective parents.

5. It mostly hits you the strongest when you’re the least satisfied with your life; when there’s so much you want to achieve but you don’t want the time to pass in order for you to be able to.

6. Life is an A-Z, NOT an A-B.

7. It’s time we went searching for life’s peripheral, rather than just the tunnel.

8. Obligatory the-school-system-has-failed-us: life is prepared until you turn 18 and most children see that as being forever away. I reached 16 and then felt wrong going any further. Education for children is often centred around “don’t do this or you will DIE and it’ll be HORRIBLE” which is fine to prevent a toddler from doing something, but completely forgets that one day that toddler is going to grow up.

9. Today is in its own bubble, and I’m going to try and believe I’m okay.

I can’t stop replaying what happened over and over in my head. I want it to stop.

Thanatophobia (Death Anxiety)

Thanatophobia is a form of anxiety where an individual feels dread, apprehension, or anxiety when thinking about the process of dying, or ceasing to exist. However, it is not linked to Necrophobia, which is a fear of others who are dead, or dying. 

Although Thanatophobia isn’t a medially known mental illness, it definitely affects a majority of people throughout their lives. It is usually caused by losing someone you care about, witnesses death, or coming to a near death experience. It tends to affect young adults, but then it will be at it’s highest peak in middle age, when more people would experience some form of Thanatophobia. However, symptoms usually mellow down by the age of 65 and onwards.

Thanatophobia could end up interfering with an individuals daily life due to the anxiety and depression it can cause, and it’s really important to seek help if you, or someone you know shows these sort of symptoms.

Symptoms

Keep reading

Friendly reminder

Mental illness can manifest into physical pain. Your headaches might be a response to your OCD, not definite proof you have a serious illness you need to go to the hospital for now.

existence

Could u do some headcannons of graham taking care of you while on period he'll be a little angel

sorry this is so late ive been sad lmao;

-he doesn’t do the stereotypical here have some chocolates am i a good boyfriend yet kinda thing

-FOREHEAD KISSES!!!!

-bringing you tea one after the other, sitting with in the garden watching nature, keeping you cool and calm

-cuddling you untill you fall asleep and staying up untill you do

-handles moodswings well and never judges when that period induced moodiness persues

-he never babies you as such, (to avoid patronisation you), but makes sure hes careful to keep his tone soft and his actions gentle

softish dom graham pls 💦

his slender fingers wrap around your throat as he thrusts into you hard and fast. while low grunts slipping from his lips he uses his free hand to spank your ass, repositioning himself to hit your g spot. his thick cock throbs inside of you, stretching and filling your tight pussy. you whimper at his ruthless pace and his grip on your neck cutting the air to your lungs,

“princess can’t take it hm?” he leans into your ear and said patronising, his pace not faultering

he takes his hand from your throat and you nod, “i can... please... more”, you cry through broken moans.

“more, what?” he asks sternly, taking a fist full of hair in his hands.

“more please... sir” you say breathlessly

“good girl.” he coos, smacking your ass hard.

he pulls your head back by your hair and fucks into you even harder, his pace quickening. a layer of sweat beginning to form on your skin, your eyes begin to cross and the knot in your stomach finally comes undone when he reaches down and rubs fast circles into your aching clit.

you cum all over his cock before he shoots his load deep inside you and thrusts it into you hard.

he pulls out of you and flips you onto your back before putting his face to your pussy and licking a stripe upward, collecting both of your cum on his tongue

Be mine?

warm summer walks at dusk, collecting my favourite flowers.

Faunlet!Peter:

Tony is a failed writer and Peter is his young and energetic next door neighbor. Tony is trying to write his next break out novel since his last one was ten years ago but he cant seem to focus with his young neighbor flirting with him and frolicking around with his puppy in just shorts.

“Hi Mr. Stark!”

“Oh hi Peter.”

“How’s your book going?”

“Huh?”

“Aunt May says you’re a writer.”

“Oh yeah well it’s going great.”

“Oh cool well when it’s done i want to read it.”