#Green flags all around

[arthursfuckinghat]

"I'm trying to find and capture images of our great predators.. before our greatest predators kill them all and stick them on some club house wall.."

"Good luck with that" 1/~

[sweetsticc]

Turning this blog achillean because surprisingly I'm actually attracted to men, there just weren't any decent ones around me for years lmaoo

Also got a boyfriend and our relationship is the sweetest and healthiest ever hihi (I'm super happy)

So uuuuh, yeah.

I'll keep the old posts I think and might post sapphic things too once in a while because I still like non-men and stuff, but it's not gonna be the main point.

[l0v3s1cx]

aquarium dates >>>

[funkylittlebidiot]

He’s taking me on train and museum date… believe in love, girls

One of the first things the guy I'm chatting with commented on was my use of em-dashes in a bumble chat and whether or not that was the mark of a serial killer and now we're going on a first date next week i'm not sure if i should mention that i spent that whole day dissecting corpses for my enjoyment...

[maomango-doodle]

Playing around with the color wheel WEEE

[faaun]

omw to see a guy im not interested in bc he has my coat

[findingavoiceif]

Kisses in the rain

My mother once told me, when I was just a child, crying in her arms, that love has a way of finding us when we’re at our lowest, like sunlight breaking through a storm. “It’ll feel like a lifeline,” she said, “like a hand reaching out to pull you from the darkness.” I never truly understood her words.

Until I found you. My salvation. My heart. My lifeline.

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"Pierre, are you listening?" you ask, your hand gently resting on his shoulder, trying to pull him from his thoughts. His gaze is distant, eyes clouded as if lost in another world. You nudge him again, and he snaps back to reality, looking at you with an apologetic smile. He intertwines your hand with his, his voice soft but sincere. "I'm sorry, my love. I was just lost in thought. What is it you want to say?"

A smile curves your lips, and you massage the back of his hand with your thumb, feeling the familiar comfort of his touch. "I was asking if we should make ragout or stew. The night’s growing colder," you say, glancing up at the dark clouds gathering ominously above. Your gaze shifts back to him, silently making your point.

He looks up as well, considering your words before turning his focus back to you. His brow furrows slightly as he thinks through the options. "Maybe a spicy stew?" he suggests. "It’s the quickest for today, and we can watch the rain while we eat. We’ll have to go to my house, though," he adds with a teasing smile. "Your kitchen’s too small for a dish like that. I might break something just walking in."

You swat his chest playfully, a laugh escaping your lips. "It’s not that small, it’s... cozy," you tease, your eyes sparkling.

Pierre scoffs in mock offense, but his arm slips around yours, guiding you away from the fields where you’d been reading his story all day. His rough hands, so skilled with the pen, had written words more elegant than you ever expected. Now, as you walk together, you can’t help but marvel at how someone so strong can create something so beautiful.

But just as you’re lost in thought, a chill drop hits the top of your head, and you glance up to see the sky open up. Another droplet slides down your face, and before you can react, the heavens pour down in heavy sheets of rain. A surprised gasp escapes your lips as you look toward Pierre, who is already pulling you into a run, laughter spilling from him.

You try to hold onto his hand as the two of you race to escape the downpour, your steps slipping on the muddy ground. Suddenly, Pierre stumbles, tripping and falling face-first into the mud. You stop dead in your tracks, utterly stunned at the sight of him—this usually composed man—now sprawled on the ground, his pride bruised but his smile still intact.

You burst into laughter, jogging over to offer him a hand. "Are you laughing at me?" he asks in disbelief, glancing up at you with wide eyes.

You press a hand to your mouth, stifling your giggles, but you can’t help the grin that breaks through. "N-no, of course not. Are you alright?" you ask, your voice softening in concern.

Pierre pouts as he takes your hand, but instead of standing, he tugs you down with him, sending you tumbling into the mud beside him. You barely have time to react, falling on top of him with a soft gasp.

"My bad," he says, his voice teasing as he looks up at you, "Seems you’ve fallen too. Are you alright?"

You lift yourself off him, about to give him a playful reprimand, but then you freeze, realizing just how close you both are. Your faces are inches apart, your breath mingling in the humid air, and suddenly, the world around you fades away. His tousled hair clings to his forehead, his face flushed with embarrassment—and yet there’s something so tender in his eyes.

You stare at him, lost in the intensity of the moment. His breath is shaky, and his pupils are wide, clouded with something that takes your breath away. Then, with the gentlest touch, he brushes his thumb along your cheek, wiping away the mud that had splattered there. The soft gesture sends a jolt through you, and you find yourself caught in the heat of his gaze.

"[Name]..." he whispers, his voice a husky, aching sound that makes your heart flutter.

You look down at his lips, watching as he licks them slowly, the action pulling you further into the moment. Your breath catches, and your body shivers. His eyes are full of love for you—how did you end up with a man like this?

He leans closer, his lips so close now you can almost feel the warmth of them against your skin, his eyes asking without words. Wordlessly, you lean in, ignoring the rain, the mud, everything but him. Your lips crash together, the kiss wild, desperate, as if it could never be enough.

Pierre groans against your mouth, his arms tightening around you, pulling you even closer, his hand cradling the back of your head, as if afraid you’ll slip away. You kiss him back with everything you have, every kiss with him feeling like the first, the last, a moment you’ll never forget.

And so you stay, tangled in each other, kissing in the rain, holding on as if one you will suddenly disappear.

[heretherebedork]

Things I'm loving about Yak: He's not an asshole boxer (I was reading a BL manhwa where the boxer/mma lead is almost ever red flag there is), he's an established bi/pansexual, and he's a mamas boy.

He is a walking green flag and it's fantastic. I love how sweet he is and how much he wants to take care of the people he cares about and people in general.

He is a boxer but he's only really a fighter in the ring. Outside of the ring, he's just a tender young man who wants to love and care for people and snuggle in bed and laugh.

Yak is just a kind man who fights because he has a talent for it and grew up in a family where it was simply expected that he would fight. And you gotta love that about a man.

[venussaidso]

Wait. I can barely find Hong Haein appreciation posts that focus solely on her as a character and her journey and her relationships with her family outside of her love story. What I'll find in the tags are posts about her love for Hyunwoo or just... Hyunwoo. And yet she's the one with the terminal illness. She's the one who's been through so much and was the most enjoyably complex character in the drama. Like where are those lengthy appreciation essay posts that center Hong Haein? I'm obsessed with her yet I feel isolated about it womp womp.

Edit: There needs to be Hyunwoo slander actually.

[crystalleoi]

ace flag colorpicked from mephone5 :D

[zarophod]

a guy i met on tinder sent me a macdennis edit, loves succession, and is willing to watch red dwarf. is he the one guys???

[nando161mando]

Green flags all around😍

[sleepynegress]

While I'm on celebrity bullshit... I am still amazed that Herny Cavill is still a thing, and I'll go so far as to predict that eventually, it will come out that he is just as much of a knob as the woman he dated back in the day, Gina Carano.

[sysig]

Oh heck yeah

So y’know how how every Sim made as an adult starts out with the generic “Mystery Sim” as their teenage love?

(Which I mean. Is fine. Personally I’d prefer nothing but it’s not bad as such lol)

Well I finally dug around in the SimPE memory tab to see what I could mess with without - hopefully - breaking anything this time, and well :3

Hehe ♪

And as further proof that that wasn’t just him getting rejected after I put them on the lot (though “Very First Kiss” is only a teen option and I made them both as adults) -

I modified his very first memory to be meeting Dex!

I also gave him this very rare memory of being attracted to Dex for funsies hehe ♥

[pastel-rights]

asta.

darling.

dearest.

beloved.

get this man AWAY from me.

[seoulmatez]

gepard having only sisters makes so much sense and has made my littol crush on him not so littol