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Elektra + her red robe

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Tired and comfy.

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Overwatch Animated Short | “Reunion”

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when ur aim is real bad but u gotta avenge ur gf (me, PROUD DEAD GF) - @kim-hart

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I just wanted to say that today is the Birthday of my (10th) favorite human bean - @kim-hart (who happens to share it with a woman I miss so much, mi Abuelita. The coincidence of them having the same bday is something I’ll never get over.)

Also, she’s the one who called herself my 10th favorite person - I am sure the number is actually at 12 now.

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get u a dva main gf who body blocks u when ur rezzing so u can get the impossible 6-person achievement

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I’ve been trying to get better with Mercy in QP. I got a lil’ bit of an adrenaline rush from this.

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having @clementinemillay come visit me for the first time is the best thing thats ever happened to me

i was across the country for the last 7 weeks. it wasnt my idea and it was something i just sort of went along with, and all in all i wasnt happy with family who were all years and years older than me and ignorant despite meaning well. the redeeming thing, the thing i was looking forward to the most, was taty coming to see me. it was just 1 week out of those 7 weeks but it easily made all of it worth it, even if having this experience now means that it hurts that much more to be away from her. knowing what touching her and kissing her and sleeping next to her feels like makes not having those things hurt that much more.

i remember when we were on our way to pick her up from the airport. im good at compartmentalizing—i didnt think about what was about to happen until we were actually IN the airport, until i was sitting down and it felt like just a minute was taking forever. in my mind, i knew it could all go wrong. ive never been comfortable with the way i look, im WILDLY socially inept, and i worried about how underwhelming i would be for her and whether she would regret coming. my mom and my aunt were with me.

we had been dating for years. we had fought and made up loads of times. meeting her then felt like something that could ruin everything, like if this first impression didnt go exactly the way i wanted it to and i didnt sweep her off her feet, she would stop wanting to be with me.

only this wasnt my first impression. seeing me didnt ruin any feelings.

seeing her smile for the first time when she saw me is something ill never forget, or the way she hugged me or the way i dragged her away to find her luggage to get away from my family so i could process her being there, in front of me, without worrying about being judged or made fun of for showing positive feeling. for showing how much i love someone. i was nervous and she knew it but she didnt push. i stumbled over my words, i had a hard time looking her in the eye, and affection made me freeze up. i wasnt used to it. i was so starved for it that i didnt know what to do but she was patient.

so she bumped me. and she kept bumping me. and she smiled at me and held my hand and waited while i realized that it was okay to show how happy i was that she was there. that it was okay to be genuine. not everything needed an extra layer of sarcasm with her. things were real. i trusted her, so much so that when my social anxiety got the best of me and i wheeled her suitcase over a guy's foot that wouldnt move, i laughed about it with her.

on the way home, my heart wouldnt stop pounding. she put her hat on me. she held my hand and mouthed i love you to me whenever she could. i couldnt even look at her half the time because i would start smiling and i didnt want to see a cringe (a cringe that never happened and never would happen) when i smiled. when we got back to the house, i brought her upstairs to the room we were going to share.

she kissed me and i didnt freeze up. i had never been happier. i never wanted to leave that room.

we eventually did so everyone else could meet her, and then inevitably get dragged away by my mom to do whatever she wanted to do, namely hang out with a friend (and multiple other people that none of us knew would be there). despite needing rest, taty went along with it. i regret not saying no then. i would have taken any time i could get just relaxing with her.

the entire time i was across the country, i was still working. i had always thought that working with her around would be too distracting, that when we do ultimately live together, i would get the most done when shes not around. while she was a distraction in the sense that i couldnt stop looking at her, she was an easy distraction. the kind where shes so beautiful, i cant stop myself from looking over at her every 10 minutes before i get back to work. it turned out to be more of a distraction when she wasnt there. there wasnt content silence anymore then. it was just me again.

one thing about me—i hate eating and making food with other people around. i didnt even think twice when it came to eating food and making food for the both of us. i loved sharing hashbrowns with her. i loved pretending to gag when she would eat something i wouldnt like. i loved turning my head away because i had just eaten chicken and she was going in to kiss me. i loved her kissing me despite that. i loved the fact that she liked my favourite gum enough to take a piece whenever i had one. i loved that she liked my favourite juice. i love sharing a can of pepsi with her.

falling asleep with her was an incredible experience. the way things were before, it was me falling asleep hours and hours after her. my body and my mind both hate being asleep so i fight it as long as i can, like not staying up when everyone is asleep and i can finally have alone time is wasting valuable time. with her laying in bed next to me, there wasnt a single night i didnt fall asleep first. i was always holding her (except one night where i fell asleep before i could, but i made sure she knew to wake me up next time). she says it was a comfort to her but it was a comfort to me too—holding onto someone who was mine, feeling the love of my life breathe... even waking up with a mouthful of her hair when i wasnt waking up to a faceful of her elbow. i couldnt dream of being anywhere else. i still cant. laying my head on her chest while she watched something was just as comforting. listening to someone's heart has always sounded so, so cheesy to me but its just as incredible as people say it is. the best part is when it beats faster, then even faster after you point it out.

the only thing better than falling asleep with taty was waking up to her. it was always me waking up first, not just because it was me falling asleep first but because my body is usually pretty good about keeping up a schedule when theres other people around expecting you to be up. the hardest thing to do was peel myself away from her. the first couple of mornings, i let her sleep. she needed the rest and i needed to work. after that though, i got greedy—i wanted to make sure she knew i loved her, that i wasnt just leaving her by herself in bed because i wanted to. i wanted to see that smile and hear that voice and ultimately get sidetracked for a good half an hour at least before i could pull myself away. i wanted more than anything to be by her side the whole time, even if i knew it wouldnt be long before she joined me at the table.

i loved the way she looked out for me. i loved looking out for her. i loved getting to know every single part of her. i loved making her laugh and making her relax and i cant imagine doing that with anyone else but her for the rest of my life. shes my best friend and my world. every happy moment i had in that week with her is whats hitting me hard right now. im back in my home, all the way on the other side of the continent from her, and all i can think about is having her wrapped up in my arms again. she left her sweater for me and it smells like her, and its the most comforting thing i have... but the fact that thats going to go away, that its just gonna smell like me after a while puts a damper on it.

no matter how i feel right now, it was all worth it. the point im trying to make is that a week was by far not enough time.

no amount of time is ever enough when it comes to her.

ive never met someone more supportive, more kind, more compassionate, and more understanding than her. ive never relaxed so quickly and so easily with someone before. ive never had someone shatter every idea i had that no one would want me, that no one would get it, that no one would want any sort of affection from me.

ive never been more confident in something/someone before in my life. ive never so genuinely wanted to spend time with someone before. its unreal how her presence never pressured me into doing anything, that i was at ease doing what i wanted to do instead of doing what i thought someone else wanted me to do.

there isnt much of a point to this besides trying to put into words how much i love and appreciate my girlfriend and the feelings she can bring out in me. ill actually be moving across the country in a few months, so thats one step closer to being closer to her.

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actors: my character is gay BUT that is not their defining quality, we’re all the same we’re all people #loveislove this is not a gay love story it’s a love story like any other bc love knows no gender, im playing this character just like i would any straight character, im so glad to be representing this community and it’s important to show that these people are more than their sexuality,

person: u need to watch this show

me, a known gay: is it gay? are there any gays? how gay is it on a scale of 1 to gay?

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favorite character meme  ☰  [1/1] character → sameen shaw

there’s a time for a scalpel and a time for a hammer. it’s hammer time.

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blaruto:

Steven Universe just made history once again with the first ever lesbian wedding between two main characters in a children’s show on screen 

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Villanelle: master of the four elements