#//happy pride month guysss

[ask-sheriffofthewildeast]

It’s Pride month North Star! you know what that means…

//thanks anon

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!

A very very very happy month to my Guys, Girls and non binary pals! Wishing much happiness to my fellow Alphabet soup and our Allys!

Whether you are out and proud or in the closest, just know that this month is for all of us! And every day, we will get closer to a safe world for us all.

Spread the love!

This is cheesy but it's true :P

@jann-the-bean sona and mine <3

Mwa!

[your-everyday-theatre-kid]

IT'S PRIDE MONTH YALL

[mothdustts]

hwaaahhh happy pride month guysss!!! lemme just casually drops the gays and their headcanons :3

alsoooo sorry for not posting as much at the moment since school is going bonkers with exams in like 2 weeks and with my job as well so ;-; def will post alot more once this rollercoaster of a semester is over tho! ^o^

[mocha-matcha3]

Human Mushaboom (art req)

I'M BACK GUYSSS

Art requested by @sb1976 (ponytail hehehehehe)

Reference art by tintadofsalt on toyhou.se

I'm so sorry for suddenly disappearing for so long and making y'all wait so long to finish this despite saying it was almost finished a long time ago, I was just pretty busy and had no motivation

Hopefully the shading and the skin (it's my first time drawing someone with vitiligo) looks alright

Most importantly, HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYBODY, I'll probably post some stuff for Pride since I missed like the first 3 weeks

Reblogs are welcome!

if you want to repost my art off of tumblr, please tag and/or credit me, socials are in my pinned post

P.S.: I finally got a proper watermark lol

[sealedchasm]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH GUYSSS

[sophielovesblog]

omg happy pride month guysss!!!! ♥️♥️♥️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

[g0th1csk3l3t0n]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH GUYSSS!!!

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

[devilersworld]

Happy pride month fuckers I LOVE YOU GUYSSS

[adorationforbasil]

happy pride month guysss!!!

happy pride month to all my lgbtq+ friends on here and on Wattpad, discords!!! ANYWAYS HAPPY PRIDE TO MY BEST FRIENDS IVE KNOWN FOR A YEAR! ( + my platonic wife )

@gottaluvmillzz @glitchedwendigo @queenofdamiyaangst @marygorkaaa

SPECIAL MENTION TO MY IRL BSF!

@artisticlemonss

AND MY MUTUALS

@marrfixated @deimosbreakfrost @puddlerules @cyniicism @chloeloves-td @quackle @asherthephoenix @gallonwghost @gaechris @skunkbutts @spiderpawzsys @adorationforbasil !!!

AGAIN HAPPY PRIDE AND ITS MINA MONTH!! ( it’s my bday month :3 ) + and coming out as aroace ( asexual and aromantic ) :3 + straight ally!! 🏳️‍🌈 - some of you already know

ANYWAYS TOTAL DRAMA IS COMING TO US TODAY!! SUCH A GOOD DAY!! LOVE YOU GUYS!! XXXX

[ailaikhedaswife]

Hy guysss!!!

Happy pride month whit amberprice!!! ♥️ 🏳️‍🌈

Credit: me

[desicoffeeaddict]

IT'S PRIDE MONTH GUYSSS!!! TIME TO FEEL EVEN MORE SAD THAT I DON'T HAVE A GF. BUT HAPPY PRIDE MONTH FAM!!💙💚💛💜🌈🏳️

[prettyinsea-blue]

ALRIGHT IM BACK. HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!! Skaksksk, this is so late and almost towards the end of the month but my phone got taken and it’s just a long story lmao anyways see ya guysss « I have like no idea what to make for pride month »

[so-writing]

The Enemy 2 - Merkel (Bill Skarsgard/Atomic Blonde)

I’m actually really nervous to post this but here we go! Feedback is super appreciated!

 The first part can be found here.

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I couldn’t be sure, as I had lost track of the days, but I estimated that about three months had passed since Merkel and his band of gypsies had stolen me away from my cozy life and locked me away in their “safe house.”

They were always in whispers when no one thought I was listening, but everything I had heard about safe houses initially led me to believe that the experience was going to be entirely different than it actually was.

In my past life, a safe house was very much like a normal, luxurious home that I was used to living in, the only different being barred windows and high, razor wire topped fences. Those days—and ill-informed ideas—were behind me now.

I was pretty sure I was never going to be able to go home, a realization that absolutely broke my heart.

The one thing I was right about were the barred windows. My room had three of them, they were twenty feet above the concrete floor that I spent a lot of time laying on as I wept over the loss of my old, easy life.

The room was a decent size, but void of anything comforting. The small cot in the corner was my sad excuse for a bed while a steel sink and toilet stood on the opposite wall. There was no other furniture, decor on the walls, or even a place to bathe myself.

Other than myself, there was no sign of life there. Nothing about the cold and unwelcoming room made it seem like a human was actually capable of living in the space.

I hated it. Lately, I hated everything, especially him.

“You won’t be here long, I promise.”

Merkel had said that to me when he introduced me to my prison cell. He had tried his best to give me a sad yet comforting look before slamming the thick door and locking me inside. I doubted he felt any sadness. I doubted he felt anything at all.

I hadn’t seen him in weeks. Food, clean clothing, towels and every other odd thing I needed to survive were delivered to me by a tall, stern woman that never smiled and only spoke to me when she had to. She looked at me like I was a maggot, a piece of disgusting chewed gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe, a prisoner.

She wasn’t necessarily wrong. I was definitely a prisoner, and to her, probably the other things too.

*

“Get up! Wake up, girl!”

I opened my eyes to the stern woman standing above me with her hands on my shoulders as she shook me harder than necessary to wake me.

She dropped her hands from my shoulders and stepped back a few feet.

“He’s back, he wants to talk to you.”

“Who?” I asked, guessing that it was probably Merkel.

“No questions. Follow me.”

For the first time in months I was finally leaving the confines of my cold room and I was actually slightly happy to be doing something new. I heavily doubted I was being released but one can dream.

I followed the woman up a flight of stairs and down a long hallway before we stopped in front of a plain white door. The entire place, not just my room, was an uncomfortable, sterile white.

She opened the door and motioned for me to enter but did not follow. The door slammed shut behind me but I barely noticed, my attention too focused on the room in front of me.

The walls were floor to ceiling windows, giving the viewer a 360 degree view of the city below. There were several plush couches and chairs placed around the room with coffee tables between them.

Merkel was seated on the couch closest to me, facing me, with a cigarette hanging from his lips. The sight of him made me sick, I couldn’t believe I had once thought him attractive.

“It’s been some time since we’ve seen each other. How are you handling this?”

I said nothing, just rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.

“Don’t be a child. Talk to me, I told you that you could trust me. I meant that.”

“I am a child, someone’s child.”

“That’s funny,” he quirked an eyebrow and took a drag of his cigarette, “you don’t look like a child to me.”

I scoffed at his attempt at humor.

“The child of Arthur and Dorothy Ventura. You know, the people you kidnapped me from?”

“You mean the people planning to sell you to the highest bidder? Who, by the way, was a man three times your age with a penchant for physically assaulting the women he dates. You should thank me.”

“They would never subject me to something like that. They would never sell me.”

The words were bitter as they fell from my lips, my parents loved me. I was their only child, their pride and joy. I didn’t know who Merkel was referring to, but I knew they would never subject me to that kind of treatment.

“You’re naive if you really think that.”

He smashed his cigarette into the ashtray on the table beside him and stood up. Merkel towered over me, he intimidated me.

“Have you ever seen a view like this?”

Merkel motioned toward the windows. The sun had just set and the last light was fading as the artificial lights of the city were starting to come alive.

I had seen a view like that plenty of times, in different cities that were in different countries on different continents. He didn’t bother to let me answer the question.

“Of course you have. Little rich girl has seen everything, but she’s seen it through rose-colored glasses.”

He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and placed one between his lips before holding the pack in my direction, offering me one. I shook my head in refusal and he placed in cigarettes back in his pocket with an unreadable expression.

“You said that I needed to know more, that you would ‘gladly’ tell me, your words. I’ve been here for months and I haven’t seen you since I got here. You’ve told me nothing.”

He focused his gaze on the city lights below and stayed silent for a long moment.

“I also told you that you could trust me. It’s obvious that you don’t. When you do, we’ll talk again.”

“You have to understand that this isn’t easy for me. You’re right, I am a little rich girl. I’ve grown up with the same housekeepers, butlers and cooks. A small group of hired help that I know, and admittedly probably trust, more than my own blood. These people have made my life easy, they have cared for me. They were paid to do it, but money isn’t even a thing I think about.”

I stopped talking, thinking Merkel would have something cutting to say, but his big green eyes surveyed me as if we were strangers meeting for the first time and remained silent.

“My housekeeper, Maria, has been more of a mother to me than my actual mother. Robert, our butler, drove me to and picked me up from school every day and on the ride home we would talk about my day in great detail. Amelia, our chef, always prepared my favorite after school snack despite parental disapproval. I know this probably sounds incredibly ridiculous and i’m sure you’re not going to take any pity on a woman that considers her help her closest friends but I don’t know what else to say.

“I haven’t seen you in months. You want me to trust you but you’re not here and constant and for that reason, I can’t even consider it.”

We stood in silence for a few minutes, staring out at the city below us before Merkel removed his half smoked cigarette from his mouth and held it in front of me. It felt like he was opening up, even the tiniest bit, to me and I wasn’t going to turn him down. Not yet.

I hesitantly accepted and placed it between my own lips, inhaling the nicotine like a professional. It might have looked suave for a minute, but shortly after I started coughing and nearly dropped the cigarette.

“I understand what you’re saying. I’ll try to be more present.”

@fandomimcurrentlyobsessedabout (I feel like there were a few others that asked to be tagged in this but I can’t find them sorry guysss)

[nyxzzs]

Happy Pride month you guysss!!

I hope you all have nice days feeling good about your sexuality because I sure will 😉

[wooyukh]

happy pride month you guysss :) stay safe and i hope you have the best month of your lives. you guys are valid and loved <3 #pan&proud💕

~🐞

happy pride month bubs <33 !!!!