Bro, I Got Depth/Maturity. I Like Dilfs. This Is Too Accurate

Bro, I got “Depth/Maturity”. I like dilfs. This is too accurate

i made a uquiz 

based on vampirism, what quality does your soulmate have to have?

Yes, hi, um pls give us a part two!!!

I literally loved this!!

Drunk Confessions

pairings: James Patrick March x reader

warnings: drunk james, if it's even a warning. But no violence don't worry.

summary: You are married to James Patrick March because of an organized marriage, but you don't feel nothing for him, and he surely don't feel anything for you. Or does he?

A/N: this is settled in the 20' when James was still alive. also I'm thinking about doing pt.2, tell me if you want it :)

One year and 265 days. That's how long you've been married to James Patrick March. Before your wedding, you barely knew him. And now, you shared with him the last name, your life, and the Hotel he had just ultimated.

You didn't shared any kind of actual relationship. You consumed your wedding only the night after the pronunciation of your vows, but never again after that. You didn't loved each other, and not even the act of making love could bring a little sparkle between the two of you.

You hated him? Definitely. He always treated you in horrible ways. Calling you name that you would never repeat neither to your worst enemy, and being an awful husband. The first days it was good, you even tried to start some kind of friendship, but just as he was starting to open, the day after it made clear how much he despised you.

You weren't complaining out loud that your parents choosed him to live with you for the rest of your life, but oh if you did. Never a gift, a dinner out, or just a small compliment. He didn't loved you, you didn't loved him. But could he at least try? You always did your best to make it work for the both of you, but you just end up being his little maid.

When he was home at least. He was always busy with something the concerned the hotel, or some other business that he didn't want you to know. You were currently in your shared room, sitting on your bed reading a book. He was currently out for some business regarding once again the building, and you were left alone.

Flipping between the pages, you heard a noise coming from the hallway. Just before you could got up to go check what the noise was, the door to your room opened, revealing your very drunk husband. "Shhh."

He brought his finger to his lips, probably trying to silence the door. A giggle escaped your mouth, but you tried to keep it quiet since you wanted to enjoy this show a little more. "My wife is sleeping and you loud door, need to make less noise."

How sweet of him. You though rolling your eyes. He turned around making his way to the bathroom, before bumping into a small table. "Ugh you little table! Don't your heard what i told the door?" He moved the table away and went to the bathroom. After that it was silent for a couple of minutes, until he came in the room again, dressed in his night robe.

You pretended to be asleep as he put himself to bed, under the covers with you. "And who are you exactly?" He asked you. He's so drunk he doesn't even recognize me? "Who do you think i am?" You asked back, enjoying the situation. "Not my wife for sure. You're not beautiful as she is, but again, no one really is. No offense dear, I'm sure you're quite a beauty too."

You started blushing immediately. You couldn't help it. Still, you couldn't believe your hears. Did he just made you a compliment? "You think so?" You kept playing with him, wanting to know more about it. "I sure do. Everyone with a pair of eyes could tell it." You didn't know how to answer. It was probably the alcool talking.

He looked up at the ceiling before spoking again. "I must admit, i never treated the way she deserves. Bad james, bad!" He slapped himself as a way to punish himself and, once again, you were speechless. "She's a creature from heaven. My marriage with her was such a delightful experience for me, but i realized that i can't love her. I can't." He made a pause breathing slowly, then he talked again.

"Love is a weakness. That's what my father always said. I don't know if that's true, but for what I do, it's better keeping her out of it, and i just thought that making her believe that i hated her would have helped. What do you think, stranger lady?" He turned to you. Your mouth slightly open, your mind was refusing to believe what he just said while your heart, well, your heart was already on cloud seven.

You stuttered something. "I, I... You love her?" You asked, almost scared of the answer. He sighed. "Eh, I'm afraid that my plan didn't worked, because I do love her." You let a few tears ran down your cheeks. For all this time, the only thing you ever desired was for James to just at least appreciate you, or what you did for him. And now, he have loved you for all this time?

You quickly wiped your tears away, in hope that James didn't noticed them. "Does she loves me too? In your opinion." "Well, do you think she loves you? After the way you treat her everyday? After what you call her? Have you ever complimented her?" You answered him, maybe more harshly than you wanted it to be.

But could someone blame you? He has always treated you like some nothing, and now he loved you? "Yeah, she could never love me, could she? Oh dear lord, i sound like some little girl with her first crush." There was a long pause after that, where he closed his eyes.

You though he was asleep, and right before you were about to, you heard his voice again. "y/n? You awake?" You didn't answered. Did he knew it was you all along? "Of course you're not, you lazy woman. Bah, never mind, keep sleeping." These were his last words before he truly fell asleep. You on the other hand, highly doubted that you could have sleep that night.

Y'know what, fuck this bullshit. I need to know y'all are actually against it.

Reblog this if you will NOT use or support Post+.

I hope to make @staff see how that is total bullshit. Tumblr will die without writers/creators.

Headcanon for Encanto

(Psst, lemme know if anyone else had the same one, this occurred to me yesterday and I haven’t seen any content similar or the same))

What if the reason that the Casita was breaking was because it sensed Abuela Alma was dying? It wanted her to fix her relationship with her family and reunite Bruno with the family before she passed so she’d rest peacefully. Mirabel would be the one to inherit the candle and take over as the Madrigal Family Matriarch, so in a sense, she was the one who had to fix it from as an outside source. It makes sense, the house responds to her better than anyone (but that could just be because most of the movie is entirely from her perspective) and she talks to it as if it actually speaks to her; she understands it.

This occurred to me when I was listening to Dos Oruguitas, which plays during the scene on which Alma and Pedro’s relationship is recounted to Mirabel, and his death, and then when Mirabel makes up with Alma. The entire song describes the basis of their relationship; how they met, fell in love, and then were torn apart. If you listened to the English version or read the translation, you would find the lyrics “don’t you hold on too tight, both of you know it’s your time to grow, to fall apart and reunite, wonders await you, just on the other side, trust they’ll be there and start to prepare for your tomorrow”. For most of the movie, you’d assume that Abuela was already a butterfly, she had to grow and become stronger for her family, but at the end of the song, once Mirabel and Abuela “reunite” the lyrics change from “oruguitas” to “mariposas”; from caterpillars to butterflies. Abuela emerging from her chrysalis and becoming a butterfly is a metaphor for her preparing to reunite with Pedro, and her “preparing for tomorrow” is accepting that her family is more than the miracle, that they don’t need powers to be safe, and making Mirabel her successor.

It’s really sad and really romantic and I wanted to share it to see if it was just something that was obvious from the context.

Also, if y’all want some Madrigal fanfic (no incest, and no smut for the minors- they can be aged up, but I will absolutely not write any sort of romantic relationships for Antonio bc he’s baby no matter what -bc gross) I’ve got some ideas and I’ll probably be posting my OCs sometime today

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men are so awful. reblog this if ur a girl with brown eyes

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