Gentle - Tumblr Posts
Let's try this out, shall we?
Word count: 420
Tw: reference to injury, reference to abuse, reference to drinking.
It was dark out. Much too dark for a boy of his age to be out.
You'd been out for a walk sometime after 2am because of a nightmare. You get them fairly often and a walk usually helps you calm down.
This night however, something was different. Well most things were normal apart from the small boy you saw sitting by the corner shop, that was unusual.
Being a decent human being you decide to ask the small child what he's doing out so late.
However upon a closer look you see he has a split lip and is crying. You speed up slightly, not so much to frighten him but enough to get there faster. You crouch down infront of him and ask him, "Hey buddy, you okay?" All the boy does is nod in response, trying to stop his tears.
"Can you tell me how old you are?" The small boy holds up 5 red tipped, shaking fingers; clearly affected by the cold. He's much to young to be out here at this time.
"Well young man, do you know where your parents are?" A shake of his head, you sighed. "Do you know their names?" Another shake. Damn it. It seems you'd make a trip to the police station tonight.
Then a thought popped into your head. "Could you tell me how you hurt your lip?"
At that the boy froze. His eyes shot down to his feet, his long-ish hair flopping over his face and there was a small mumble.
"What was that? Sorry I didn't hear you." The boy spoke up a but this time, still looking downwards. "D daddy he- he smells funny. Mummy dosent like it, says he turns into a meanie."
Shit.
You knew exactly what he was referencing and knew if you ever met his father, that man would not survive the encounter.
"Well buddy, would it be okay if I called someone to pick you up? He's a friend of mine, a policeman, and he'll ask you a few questions about your parents and why you were at the shop tonight and then they'll take you somewhere to stay tonight. Does that sound okay?"
The boy looked up at you, thinking over what you were offering. Then without a word he nodded.
Relieved, you shuffled next to the child and pulled out your phone to call your friend.
As the phone is ringing you lean over and whisper to the child,
"It's going to be okay; we'll settle this."
Prompt #1,125
"It's going to be okay; we'll settle this,"
I love this couple <3 Wish there were more fan-art of them as anime characters
Traumatized old men sigh
Two sides of the same damaged coin...
Lilligant floral tea 🧡
Hey, I just wanted to extend my appreciation for the positivity you put out into the world. Tumblr can be a really sad place, thank you for doing your part to make it somewhere safe, warm, and welcoming. Your mental health posts are really well written, and a spot of sunshine in a cloudy place.
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This is. So. 🥹
Really???? It helps? Anh.. I'm so happy to find I'm useful in what I translate of my own experiences to help anyone who wishes to hear it.
It's helped me in my thoughts and feelings for so long in many instances of the subjects I cover, I've thought about the words inside and out almost like a mantra to myself for a long time in those energies and I think my best writing comes out in what I hold passion, and seeing good humans make it is RIGHT up there in respects to something I feel pretty comfortable teaching about with a background of difficult and niche life experiences, and I needed to hear much of it myself but didn't get it until it was a lesson my own.
I just want to see humanity make it. Empathetic humans, goofy humans, dorky humans, tall humans, short humans, big humans, little humans, happy looking humans, sad looking humans, humans with sorrow, humans with anger, humans with aches and yearning and pain,.
We as a whole deserve better. Especially for ourselves in many cases. If I can make someone's day feel a bit less punishing because they deserved to hear how smart they are, how seen they are, included, welcome,. They should and do deserve to hear that no matter what. Humans matter because we exist. Because we make the active choice to make it to today. Tomorrow and so on. And I'm proud as shit of everyone who's here today with me. For being here. Period.
Thank you.. I don't have the words to know how to better address this, having been already so taken aback by a warm wish for my day and a beautiful human award which were also in their respects such sweet things to hold tonight.
Thank you.
I just kinda want to non-sexually please someone right now, maybe give them a massage or make them a snack or drink, or just curl up beside them because they want me close, or perform any other little task they ask, and recieve some gentle pats to my head and a "You're such a sweet, good boy" as they stroke my hair, y'know?
so like when you when yes meeting a swiftie in public and being happy and ohvmylord
there’s no way Gentle didn’t have to turn off his comments cause he definitely just got a bunch of comments saying stuff like “walmart light yagami” or “he looks like his name is Robert” and definitely “my man looks like he’s about to tell me the 11 spices and herbs” and i find that very funny for no reason
“You’re a super villain.”
“And you’re gorgeous.”
“What?”
“Oh, sorry love, I thought we were stating facts.”
“You—“
“Called you gorgeous? Yes.”
“No—that’s not what I—god, you collapsed the bridge this morning.”
“Ah yes. I did that too. In more pressing matters, do you have a preference towards wine?”
“I don’t—“
“I’ll pick, then.”
“All those people—“
“Were unfortunate casualties. Look. Stop trying to call for help under the tablecloth, I can see you. Look at me. I am a villain, yes, but I would give you the world. A hero? They would give you up for the world. Do you really want to love someone who will never put you first?”
“…no.”
“Excellent. Now, do you like pasta?”
“Um. Yes?”
The super villain smiled.
In the end, loving them was easier than the civilian had thought.
“Oh my god—“
“Not quite, love” The antagonist smirked. “If you ask nicely, however, I may be inclined to play along.”
“You’re—“
“A villain, yes.”
The protagonist tried to stop their hands from shaking as the antagonist looked them up and down.
“Why are you in my neighborhood bodega?” The protagonist said finally, and the villain quirked a brow.
“Even famous people need to eat,” the antagonist tucked their hands into their exquisitely tailored suit.
The bag of chips in the protagonists grip crinkled, and the villain inspected them.
“Not the healthiest choice.”
They gave an unamused laugh. “The cheapest.”
The antagonist’s eyes ran over their face, as if taking in their slightly gaunt cheeks.
“Heroism doesn’t pay well, it seems.”
The protagonist looked them up and down.
“Villainy does, it seems.”
At that, the antagonist chuckled, eyes glimmering like they had finally found something to peak their interest.
Behind them, the check out counter beeped and spit out a receipt, which the antagonist promptly crumpled and threw away.
“I’ll be watching,” they said with a nonchalance that did not match the threat of stalking, and disappeared out the sliding doors.
The protagonist stood in front of the machine, slightly awe struck and slightly afraid, until a clerk sidled up to them.
“Old friend?” The clerk asked.
The protagonist glanced over at them, then back towards the door.
“Not quite,” they answered.
They paid for their chips and left, hands pink with cold by the time they got to their apartment.
Attached to their door was an cream colored envelope full of money, and a note in elegant handwriting that simply said “Buy yourself more groceries. Your fridge is a tragedy.”
The protagonist never quite got rid of the antagonist after that.
I was never gentle.
A child born into hell can’t be.
And if by chance, there hid a version of me who was, I would damn her to the depths, where she felt nothing, where she existed only as a void. Where she was safe from him and her and them and sometimes herself. Where she could save her gentle for herself.
And she’d get upset with me from time to time. Complaining of lack and desperation, exhausted by a life of nothingness. I’d let her come out and play, excited to show the world her love. She’d run wild, alone, hugging the flowers and kissing the moon. I’d watch the world love her back. Nature accepting and nourishing her gentle; a love so pure envy lives in it. And for a moment I’d wonder what I’m hiding her for.
For a moment I’d question my intentions - am I hiding her? Or protecting her?
“They are one and the same,” the wind whispers.
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First time... (Sneak peek)
"Alright that's it for the night! Nice job Lewis" one if Lewis's fellow studio members compliments Lewis. "Thank you very much!" He yawns.. "Oh, I'm exhausted" he packs his stuff for the night and before he walks out the door and looks back at everyone and says "Goodnight everyone! Until next time!" Lewis walks out of the studio and gets into his car and enters his keys into the ignition as his engine revs up. He starts to drive to his home and walks inside, he is greeted by his roommate (y/n)!