Hurt and confused, Summer curled up even tighter yet, bones creaking with how closely she wrapped her arms around herself. She didn’t sleep, staring into the dark and twitching at each little sound. Despite knowing there was no one else besides the two of them in there, she didn’t feel safe — she wasn’t sure how she’d displeased Derek but clearly he wasn’t happy with her. So she looked at the dark and waited for daylight.
Derek slept soundly in his bed before the daylight hit his eyes and he was back up. He walked slowly to the kitchen, glancing over his shoulder at the woman who hadn’t moved an inch. “Want something for breakfast?” he asked softly, pulling things from the fridge for the both of them.
Everything ached. When she turned her head to look at him, her neck crackled. He seemed blurry, distant, and she blinked at him; the words were just sounds, with no meaning. It took effort to unlock her arms from round her knees, before putting her feet to the floor. After what seemed a long time, the sense of his words penetrated.
❊ I want to roleplay with you ✥ I have roleplayed with you and it was great ❦ I sort of secretly ship a thing with your muse(s) ✢ I like your characters ✣ I like the way you express your muse(s) ❋ Your blog is one of my favs ✪ You seem like a cool person ☓ We should talk!
You are a flatterer and we will do some things. You can maybe pick one of the plots in my wishlist or just come up with something; let me know what verse you want to be in.
Outside, always outside. Preferably by a pool — despite having a summer birthday, she’s hardly ever gotten to have a pool party. Cooking out — hot dogs and hamburgers, and ice cream and cake, obviously. All her friends. She’s not keen on a fancy party, but wants a fun time with her people.
(And secretly, she wants all the attention on her, that whole day.)
“Mmm — hi!” The kiss was utterly unexpected, but then Summer supposed that was what you got when you accidentally stood under mistletoe at this season. So she went with it gracefully, giving the taller girl a bright smile. “Well, now I’ve been kissed, do I get to know your name?”
unpopular PERSONAL opinion but I really think this tagging triggers thing is just overblown on Tumblr. If I tagged everything people claim are triggers I’d have a wall of tags for every post. I mean now I see posts of people saying I need to tag my non-het ships, I need to tag if I have over 500 words in my post, I need to tag if I use brightly colored icons, I need to tag if I roleplay a tense scene, I need to tag if I roleplay romance because people are disturbed by PDA — like jfc people how do you survive in the real world? It doesn’t work that way off Tumblr so why are we expected to tiptoe around this site like everyone is a porcelain doll teetering on a ledge?
The real world just doesn’t work that way folks. Shit comes up that we don’t like every single day and you have to learn to deal with it in some shape or form. Your mental and emotional health is your responsibility. No one knows you like you and we can’t be expected to shelter you from everything that might hurt your feels.
I mean I get triggers like ‘tw: suicide’, ‘tw: child abuse’ because yeah that’s a trigger. A trigger is subject matter that causes you emotional or mental distress. A trigger is NOT a subject matter you don’t like. I don’t like the color yellow but I don’t expect people to tag it. I don’t like badly developed ships, but I don’t make all my followers tag their ships. I don’t like when people don’t cut their posts, but it’s not triggering to me.
I can’t run around my workplace telling everyone to stop doing stuff because it’s triggering to me. Uh excuse me. Can you please stop eating that dried squid? It smells bad and reminds me of this kid in high school on the bus who ate it and it is offensive to me.Oh, sorry. Can you change your outfit? You have too many bright colors on and it’s triggering to me because I don’t like a lot of colors. If you’re triggered by things that easily then… well that’s a personal issue you need to work on. I mean when I tag my triggers, it’s me using common sense. Like oh this is a sex scene, I’ll tag it nsfw. Or oh she’s bleeding all over the ground so I’ll tag it tw: blood. I just… my brain cannot fathom how we got to a point where it’s acceptable to tell people what they have to tag because we’re too fragile to just I dunno unfollow or block the blog. Or just scroll past the offensive post. Again, if you’re honestly triggered by something I am happy to tag it, but stop expecting me to cater to your dislikes.
Versailles with… George Blagden as Louis XIV Alexander Vlahos as Monsieur le frère du Roi Dominique Blanc as Anne d’Autriche and Amira Casar as Béatrice
