Alcina: "Am I To Understand You Wish To Leave Us?" Maid: "Yes, Madam." Alcina: "To Get Married?" Maid:

it’s either that or nothing

i feel like we dont talk enough about how distressing and disturbing memory loss issues are. forgetting what you were talking about halfway through a sentence, putting something down and instantly forgetting where you put it. having to reread one paragraph over and over again because by the time youve moved onto the next sentence you dont remember what the one before it said. always doubting if your memories of things are real, not being able to remember important life events.

its so incredibly scary, it feels like your mind is constantly playing tricks on you and you start to doubt whats real and what isnt.

“i forgot” is treated like a lazy excuse when it’s genuinely such a big issue for so many people.

You nod and she pulls up a chair next to the bed. You watch her spellbound as she hikes up her dress so she can position the cello between her long legs, and you are left breathless when her dexterous fingers move over the chords. You half listen to the song she is bringing to life since you are transfixed by her and how stunning she looks.

- scene from @chrism02’s 6th chapter from their Larissa Weems x reader fic called “Trial and error”

Lady Dimitrescu: WHO DRANK MY WINE?!

Lady Dimitrescu: I'M GOING TO FUCKING K-

Y/N: I did?

Lady Dimitrescu: ...Kiss you and bring some more. You haven't been eating anything today, Y/N. Tell me if you want me to bring you something to eat. *walks away*

Y/N:

Y/N: She's gone, Dani.

Daniela, coming out of the closet with an empty wine bottle: Thank you!

Figuring out how to fill large amounts of empty space might be hard to some...but not all.

Ok but what if they wore suits

I think Councilor Sevika deserves a fucking break (hot bath, good alcohol, decent smoke.) She's kinda... yanno... been through it.

Every single fic update there is an author trying frantically to find the right balance between a nonchalant aside of "leave a comment if you enjoyed =)" and clinging desperately to the coat tails of a random stranger, dragging along behind them on the street wailing "Please, please! I have to know what you thought! I'm desperate to talk to people about this! Ask me about the alliterative repetition! Ask me about the symbolism!"

Inspired by this Twitter dress a mutual tagged me in 😈 :

people writing smut always forget how hard it is to leave a hickey on someone unless, for some reason, your skin is like insanely easy to bruise, which is usually due to taking certain medications, such as blood thinners or steroids, or bc of vitamin deficiencies, a low platelet count, or you have some chronic conditions. they be like "leaving a trail of hickeys uwu" and i'm just like. wife fucking chewed on my inner thigh bc i wanted to see if it'll bruise for like solid 2 mins to the point of it like. really hurting and i still only BARELY had a hickey. that disappeared the next day. like. you ain't making someone purple by nipping on their skin asdsadjifhd pls stop