#ITS TRUE LOVE

[luxthestrange]

DunMeshi Incorrect quotes#5 Falin TOP-den

Y/n: I like your top, Marci! Falin: I have a name, you know Marci*sighs covering her face* Why-...Why are you like this?

WE LOVE FARCILLE IN THIS PARTY!

[con9103]

In basically im gay Dan says he met the first openly gay person in his life in 2009.

In 2009 when Dan first met Phil in person, Phil was already out as gay to people like his family. Knowing Phil was out as gay must have made Dan feel safe even if he wasn't sure what his own sexuality was at the time. Coming from a place where comments were made about gay people causing a lot of trauma growing up, the then meeting people supportive of their gay son, even if he wasn't out just knowing that his friends family are okay with him and are supportive then he can still feel safe. He's allowed go act like himself without worry about how his sexuality may be perceived by those around him and that he's okay. Even now after 15 years of friendship he's happy and able to relax around the Lester's on the phone and being his weird self at their family home without fear and while being out.

He's gone so far since the person he was when he started youtube and I'm glad he's able to be himself and more comfortable around us <3

[ruins-and-rewritez]

Anyone out there thinking that Kanej isn't romantic/endgame coded are those same people who look at their best friend like "wow I sure would like to bottle their laughter and get drunk on it every night....but like, ya know 'platonically' "

[paradisepoisoned]

WIP of just some good old healthy, ethical gunplay because nothing is more romantic than having your childhood crush point a gun to your head.

[confettininjabean]

Got my fiance to play swtor with me .... He loves it. Ftw!

All is good in the galaxy now. Lol

[empress-of-hugs]

Perfect

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"Stop!" Sirius suddenly yells out. "Stop the car!"

James, confused and somewhat frightened by Sirius' sudden outburst, hits the brakes and guids the rental into the dirt next to the road. 

"This is the spot!" Sirius exclaims as he jumps out of the car, rushing around the side to open Remus' door and drag him out. "Can you smell it?" he asks, a wild grin on his face. "The ocean in the distance, the trees all around us, the sweet flowers in the air – it's perfect!"

Remus allows himself to be pulled under a large oak tree. "Perfect for what?" He murmurs, just as Sirius sinks down on one knee. Remus’ hands come up to hide his lips as he whispers, “Sirius… what…?”

“I love you, Remus,” he says, his earlier excitement replaced by calm adoration. His hand putters around in his jacket pocket for a moment, before he pulls out a small, grey box. “I’ve loved you since the moment I first set eyes on you. I didn’t realize it then, mind you. That weirdo in the baggy jumper couldn’t possibly be as cool as me. And as the years went by, I realized I was right; you weren’t as cool as me. You are so much cooler. So much hotter. So much more. You make me aspire to be more. More than a disowned son. More than a Black. You made me realize what it’s like to be a person. To love and to cry. Remus, you make me more human than I've ever been before. I want to continue being human alongside you for the rest of our lives. Remus Lupin, will you do me the honor of marrying this fool of a Black?” 

Remus nods barely, one hand slowly coming down so Sirius can take it, push the baggy jumper aside, and gently push a simple, rose gold band on his finger. “Yes, Sirius,” he whispers softly. “Yes, I want to marry you.” 

Sirius springs up, hands already cupping the face of the man he loves more than life itself. Soft, warm lips greet his own as Remus’ arms wrap around him. They’ll be together forever now. 

[densewentz]

robin and I talking on tumblr: we're being forcibly separated, our devotion is being suffocated by tumblr staff and STILL we hold steady!!!! robin and I on talking on discord: you are a disgusting and cursed little wormlord and i hate you

(@karofsky is a bully who can't minimize windows guys)

[chessalein]

Me: *places two dinosaur plushies on my heater, making them kiss* (the heater isn't on of course! I don't wanna burn their little leggies)

Also me: *forgets about it and sees them days later* oh! I'm sorry! *Turns away* they are in love! Hihihi 🤭

[baddiewithoutorgans]

me and my not-killing-myself-machine are inseperable i love you stupid purple bike

[mangosmoothiepussyv3]

shout out to my boyfriend who saw me literally wet myself while puking and still thought i was hot enough to fuck later in the evening

[tawnysoup]

Finally now that the comic is fully public on comicfury, I get to share it with all of you here, too <3

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[cracklewink]

My Mane 6 Redesigns all together! I was going to post them separately but ended up finishing them all before I got around to it lol

[booksandshowsandmovies-ohmy]

Well, it has been A MINUTE since I posted about Chenford. I moved and haven’t been able to watch live at all this season and most of last season as well, so it just felt…a bit flat, I guess. Buuuut, I always spoil myself as the newest episode airs and after tonight. Y’all. I’m waiting to watch this episode. I’m gonna need the next episode like RIGHT AFTER this one in order to survive. I’m gonna just pretend tonight’s episode doesn’t exist right now. That’s my coping mechanism. Yup

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[columbeauform]

FUCK I FORGOT THAT PASSAGE😭😭😭 WATSON JANGLING KEYS IN FRONT OF HOLMES TO SAVE HIS LIFE

Part three for THE SIGN OF THE FOUR, some bits I thought were funny, drawn as I write two more big narrative comics in this chapter!

(Part one) (part two)

(This is part of the Watsons sketchbook series!)

[empress-of-hugs]

Save The Date

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“Hey, Moonie,” Sirius leaned against the doorway, “since when do we have a calendar hanging in the kitchen?”

Remus raised his eyebrow. “Since I bought a calendar and hung it in the kitchen?”

Sirius rolled his eyes at his partner. “There is nothing on it. There is no need to put anything on it. Anything that’s important enough to put on that thing is already in my head.”

“If you say so,” Remus said before returning to his book. Sirius sighed and sat down on the couch, momentarily lifting Remus’ legs off the couch before laying them over his own. He reached for his own book and stretched his feet out toward the fire.

They sat in amicable silence for a while, both absorbed in their own books. Sirius’ hand lay on top of Remus’ legs, occasionally he would rub them gently. From time to time Remus would reach out and stroke Sirius’ hair or the side of his face. On one such occasion, Sirius looked up from his book, his dark eyes finding Remus’ gray pair. “Would you like some tea?”

Remus smiled at him. “That would be great, thank you.”

Nodding, Sirius laid his book aside, then carefully slid out from under Remus’ legs. He leaned over for a moment, placing a soft kiss on Remus’ lips before walking into the kitchen of their small seaside cottage. He added some more wood to the stove before filling the kettle from the bucket of water by the door. He’d have to go get more water from the well soon, but the savage storm that raged outside discouraged him from going now. He’d wait until the wind calmed down, he decided. As he waited for the water to boil, Sirius leaned against the cobblestone wall. Across from him hung Remus’ calendar. Sirius pulled a face at it. “Bet you there’s nothing on there that I didn’t already remember,” he muttered to himself.

“What was that?” Remus called from the living room and Sirius smirked.

“I wasn’t talking to you. I needed expert advice, so I asked myself. If I need anything less, I’ll come to you.” He heard Remus chuckle. A happy sound that made him smile as well. How long had it been until Remus had allowed himself to be happy? Sirius shook his head. Too long. After having both been abandoned by their families, Sirius had moved on without too much trouble, but Remus had had a much harder time of it. But now, finally, Remus had found his own inner peace. And all it took was for Sirius to build the two of them a cottage far away from civilization.

His eye fell onto the calendar again. Nothing there he didn’t know about, he was sure. And still… it gnawed at him, the thought that Remus found it necessary to bring a calendar into their home. Their peaceful existence didn’t need dates or appointments. Sirius frowned. He reached out to tear the calendar off the wall but then thought better of it. Remus had bought this. Remus wanted it. Sirius sighed. His finger lifted the first page, seeing, indeed, nothing he didn’t know about. That is to say, the page was empty. Sirius smirked and lifted another page.

here it was. A red squiggle. Something that didn’t belong. Sirius frowned. “Babe…?” he called out. “What’s that red thingy on the calendar for?”

“What red thingy?” He heard Remus get up and shuffle over to the kitchen, his feet deep inside his warm slippers. “Oh, that?” He huffed a laugh. “That’s a heart, Pads. Can you really not tell?” He came closer, leaning over the calendar with a furrowed brow. “I mean, that’s clearly a heart, right?”

“Okay mister Artist,” Sirius chuckled at the indignant look that Remus shot him. “Riddle me this: why is there a messed-up-looking heart on our calendar?”

Remus looked up at him with something akin to befuddlement in his eyes. “Tell me you’re joking,” he demanded softly. “Please, for the love of all things warm and fuzzy tell me you’re joking.”

Sirius laughed as he shook his head. “I’m not, though. What’s the heart for?”

“It’s your brother’s wedding, you dunce! Regulus is getting married to James – you know, your best friend?”

Sirius pulled a face. “I knew that. I did.”

“Sure you did.” Remus chuckled as he turned to the whistling tea kettle. “And you said we didn’t need a calendar?”