#[Gently]

[dad-dumpster]

love them. .. wish lesbians wer real tho

[minnie-cai]

“patrick fucks you like this, patrick fucks you like that” what if i don’t want to fuck patrick? what if i want to hold patrick and tell him everything is going to be okay?

[kibsss]

wanted to draw these lovelies

[muyru-iru]

smol little sly fox as a treat for all those hardworking loyal readers.

[evilhorse]

Let him down…gently.

(Usagi Yojimbo Vol 2 #4)

[johankasas]

Just messing with tad bit different shading on these new blorbos of mine

[pollen-steve]

Nothing notable happened today, although the one of the humans got sick all of a sudden. They're in the infirmary getting cared for. Report back with any updates.

They ate a spider. 

They ate a frickin spider.

They ate a frickin spider because one of the other humans dared them to.

Why are humans like this????

[spacemilkbag]

dream trying to be so casual as he’s moving closer to george or reaching out to touch him is soooo cute. he’s trying so hard to make it nothing but you can just see him itching about being too far from george before he does it

dream at any given moment

[oobbbear]

Omg cant believe his bald :-000 jk jk, didnt expect to doodle this guy again in the same day but I still had the urge to scribble him son yehhh hehhe

Waaaaah ok have a nice day/ night! *runs away now*

8UM8BLE you are going to kill me with these/positive

IM SOBBING I LOVE THIS SO SO SO SO MUCH GAAAAAAAAAAAA I adore how you you draw angel it looks so silly and smooth hehehohoho also I’m staring so hard at the halo in hat detail 😭💗💗💗💗💗💗✨

[postsforposting]

JESUS CHRIST IT'S THE PEANUT GALLERY

Heroes have a rogues gallery

But Wade sees the fourth wall, so he has a PEANUT GALLERY

We don't talk to him so he went and found himself one who talks back

We the gallery are who the universe revolves around because without us Wade's world ends. We're the anchor beings! Logan came from the peanut gallery, HE'S US.

He's god, the author of his universe.

The Worst god, because he didn't help his world, wouldn't tell anyone he cared, and a lot of kids didn't get to grow up because of his revenge spree for an attack on those he claimed were his people. His, but not enough that he'd help them, not enough he'd talk to them, not enough to stop him from doing the same thing that was done to him.

God absolutely deserves to be thrown out. He's a failure who ruined his own world.

But just like all of us, he could choose to change. To recognize he did wrong. It's the least he could do. Because it's necessary in order to change.

God wouldn't and then couldn't save his own world, because it was better off without him after what he did.

It was a hell of his own making.

But he's us. That hell is our world.

We're Wade looking for help in all the wrong places. Waiting for Jesus to fix it for us when it's up to us.

Are you there, god? It's me, Margaret. Papa can you hear me?--

--Conversations with people who aren't there. Him to us. Like a prayer.

Prayers go unanswered. We can't talk to him. We set the narrative and we won't save him.

He replies: Bye bye bye, I'm gonna do it myself, and if any version of you actually loved me like you say then you would be here with me. You wouldn't have done it in the first place.

Wade only has one world, and even if he doesn't matter to it he's still going to save it. Who matters when they just watch? When they're not there? When the Omega herself created the problem? That's the stuff of legend, but not in a good way. Some things are just beyond forgiveness until the next life.

But this world--our world--doesn't regenerate.

Who still thinks this movie was just a silly little fan service sex joke?

I mean, it IS... gay sex saved the world. Logan's abstinence let his world down. It would have destroyed Wade's too.

....

We're the peanut gallery that the world revolves around. Abstinence would destroy ours, too. Only by giving a fuck can we save each other. It takes someone who's hung with big balls to build a snowman that feels like home.

To see god in each other. To gain forever by fucking god, together. To finally find a god who'll answer your prayers.

Hey Ryan, are you there? i just wanna TALK--

[scribeofmorpheus]

Bellanaris [2.5]

[Part 1] [Part 2][AO3]

When he could cry no longer, spent and heavy with the weight of a thousand years of suffering, Revas helped him remove the armour that was as much boon as it was burden. With every buckle they undid together, every piece they removed from his body, she was graced with a new wound or gash.

As more bits of armour came off, Revas felt inclined to kiss each new or old scar she’d never seen marble his skin before. In the greyness of the Fade, his once freckled and youthful complexion became weathered; pallid.

She gasped when she saw the three deep claw marks on his ribs from where the dragon had scraped flesh. With care, she traced her fingers around the dried blood, holding back tears of her own this time.

When he’d fought the dragon Lusacan in his wolf form, she’d only managed to catch glimpses through rubble and broken walls, but what she’d heard had frightened her more. The ground-shaking forces with which both beasts had clashed had made it impossible to breathe beneath Tevinter’s streets.

She remembered catching a glimpse of those eyes. Six flames in the dark. All striking and set upon his enemy. It was then she finally comprehended the stark differences between them. His power outweighed that of any being she'd come across; a whole league beyond the power she merely borrowed with the mark. A mark that had elevated her to religious saviour.

With a sharp inhale, Solas winced, and Revas realised she’d placed her entire palm upon his wounds as if attempting to heal them with magic.

Frantic, she pulled her arm back, eyes wide, “Did I hurt you?”

“You could never, vhen’an,” he shook his head. The muscles near his mouth pulled to one side, though battered, he looked as sly as the wolf he was. He smirked up at her, eyes carrying memory, fondness, and a little joy. A deep rumble of pleasure rose from his chest. Not quite a laugh, but close enough. “Your hand is cold.”

Revas frowned, placing her hand on her cheek to feel its temperature. It was impossible to tell if she was flush or cold. But the hand felt as she did: stable.

Then Solas laughed, awareness arrested within the warmth of her eyes, “It was nice. Soothing almost.”

Then it struck her in a wave of nostalgia. That night in the marshes, when she’d fallen ill with a sickness in her lungs, when he’d applied a balm to her exposed back, their skin touching in such an intimate way that left them both flushed.

She returned her hand to his side, biting back the urge to smile when he sucked in a breath again.

“Better?” she asked.

“Familiar,” he breathed contently, gaze dipping lower still, towards the curve of her lips. “And something I have yearned so deeply to for.”

He leaned in first, this time. Head dipping low, eyes turning hooded with desire and exhaustion. He tilted his head to make sure he’d take her lips with the uncut side of his mouth. Revas pressed herself closer, relenting to his desire as his tongue brushed against the top of her mouth. His fingertips raked at the side of her scalp in lulling motions while the pads of his thumbs stroked either side of her cheeks. With a moan, he surged forward, swallowing down what sounded like a moan and a grunt of pain all at once. The way his tongue moved with hers, Revas could have sworn he was trying to speak the word vhen’an into her very being, over and over again. And just as her head began to spin, he pulled back, collapsing to the ground with a tired sigh and a sad smile.

“You can never be free of me now,” he laced his fingers with hers. “It seems I am my most selfish with you.”

“I would not care to be anywhere else than right by your side,” she replied.  

Revas lay beside his half-naked form, accepting his advances as he nestled beside her, his ear pressed to her heart.

[sunshinies]

🤍 GENTLYGENDERED : a xenogender that feels like it has a soft or gentle sense of gender ; it can also be that the user feels gently like a certain gender : ex , feeling only gently or slightly male .

☁️——— coined by reid . . .

[PT: Gentlygendered: a xenogender that feels like it has a soft or gentle sense of gender. It can also be that the user feels gently like a certain gender: an example would be feeling only gently or slightly male. END PT.]

[ruhlare]

Give me your pain, I will turn it into love and pour it back into your heart

[phellycheesesteak]

Manager!! It is not safe alone, please take this.

[yeesiine]

[brawley1492]

Swiftly, gently and calmly,

Nature brings the beauty of life

on "flight-ed wings"

A vision splendored to the mind it brings! ... William