I’ve been looking through some blogs today and I’ve found some people who I feel like just need someone to talk to or someone to listen to them. I may be wrong in my assumptions, and I know that some people would rather be left alone or think that it’s none of my business, but…
If you wonderful people, my followers, have any questions, complaints, achievement that may be regarding your day, how things have been recently, or just want to have a conversation with me, feel free to message me in my ask box!
If it makes you feel more secure about telling a complete stranger about your struggles and achievements, just know that I’ve given advice many times to not only my friends (who are my age, 16-17), but I’ve also been able to help out those younger and older than me. I belong to a youth group outside of school where I’ve been able to do this a lot, and when I graduate, I do also plan on studying psychology. I am truly interested in understanding others and giving aid to them. I WILL try my best to help you out! I really want to have the opportunity make anyone’s day better, if I just could.
Boyfriends, relationships, break-ups, friendships, family, achievements, personal struggles, OR WHATEVER IT MAY BE that you’re concerned about, please don’t be afraid to voice out what you think. Blow off some steam by talking to a friend or anyone who will listen to you. It’s good for you.
So what are you waiting for? I WILL be wearing my heart out on my sleeve for you. I WILL listen to you. I promise. (:
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I am officially opening my advice section on my blog!
here’s a secret: you’re not annoying, I promise! even when you talk about your feelings, even when you ramble on about that thing you found that makes you so happy, even when you need space and have to take time for yourself. you are always loved, even when you feel like you’re at your lowest. no one is judging you for thinking about yourself sometimes. you’re not selfish for taking care of yourself.
Stop invalidating yourself. Not every reaction is an overreaction, and not every worry is a result of you over thinking. Don’t be afraid to reach out to your friends in fear that you’re annoying them, you aren’t. And you definitely would do the same for them if they came to you.
Really hate that i need constant validation from my friends in order to have any kind of social life lmao, like I’ll be in my feelings and suddenly get intensely paranoid that my friends don’t give a shit abt me and I have to out of the blue be like “hey man you.. you still like me right” because if I don’t I start splitting and end up pushing them away. And it feels like the single most pathetic bullshit in the world, wow,
Does she read his face, and know that, right then, it’s time to pull him into an alleyway?
Does the submissive wonder whether this is what he wants of her, whether she should take control, or whether she should leave it up to him?
Does the Dominant always Dominate?
When the crowd gets too much, and the noise starts to make him grow irritable and frustrated, does she know that it’s time to go? Or does she just squeeze his hand? How does she know?
Does he wonder, she wonders, whether the things he does are things he should do?
Should he wonder such things?
Did he like her, or just want to control her? Was there anything beyond their kink? Did he feign interest?
When should she say the things she should say? How should she respond when he calls her his, or when filthy, beautiful words fall from his mouth? Should she respond in kind, or just moan desperate assent?
Should she always obey? When should she not?
Can she tell him ‘Now.’? Can she plead? Can she stay strong and independent and still be his fuck thing?
Is she a bad feminist?
Is she a bad person?
Why does she like the things she likes? Why does he? Which of them is more fucked up?
Does she really like being hurt, or just like being able to feel something? Was that as clichéd as it sounded? Does that make it wrong?
Does she like being hurt? Does he like hurting?
Why does it feel so good when she gags on him? Why can’t she stop doing it?
Is she a slut?
What is he?
What is she?
Does the submissive know the answer to these questions?
Summary: Loving Loki isn’t always easy, but goddamn if it isn’t worth it.
Warnings/Notes: Ah, this is it! Now that I have posted this 150th Lullaby, I have to take a short hiatus so I can focus on doing stuff for the job that pays my bills. This will be the last Lullaby until the first or second week in September (so…really not that long from now), at which point I will start posting one Lullaby each week on Sunday evenings/nights. As you may know, I turned Anon back on for my Ask Box, primarily so that people could send me anonymous head canons without fear of…I dunno, discovery or something. I would love it if you could send me a couple of headcanons you’d like to see out of me—almost any character I’ve ever written for, though of course I’m going to do best with Marvel and Hobbit characters.
Forever and Always
It was not easy, being in love with Loki. It was hardly his fault, given all the things that you knew about his life before you met him, but he could be a tad overwhelming, sometimes. His spirit was just so…large. There was so much to him, so much life and contradiction and, yes, mischief. For the most part, you adored everything about him. Really, the only problem you had was with how he made you see yourself. Compared to him, you were… stodgy. You were boring. He was light and life and excitement and you were far too similar to the Tolkein’s Hobbits, but the boring extras who sneered at adventure—certainly not Bilbo.
