#Make them happy

[lamiue]

I see who you are Imogen. Been there done that.

[frogwithgun]

Nah let them posses you they onto something

Oh? 👀👀👀

Well in that case....

Let the writing demons use me as their vessel again!

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Geto is in the kitchen. Humming along to a song that plays faintly in the background. He's more focused on the food that's currently cooking in the pan. Brows furrowed in concentration and lips pressed together in a thin line.

Until, "Ah! Satoru! What have I told you about scaring me when I'm in the kitchen? I can and will smack you with a frying pan Rapunzel style." He said, waving the spatula in Gojos face. Gojo just laughed and rolled his eyes. "And ruin this pretty face?"

Geto looked him up and down. "Eh." Then he went right back to cooking. "Eh?! What do you mean eh?! Do you not love me anymore?!" Geto sighs. "Why is that the first thing you think every time? Of course I love you." Gojo smiles happily. "I just think pretty is the wrong word." It should end there. That should be it.

But with Gojo that's never it. "Then what is the right word? Handsome? Gorgeous? Impossibly beautiful?" Geto snorts. "More like a dumbass."

"Hey!"

"Alright alright! Maybe, cute." Gojo pouts. "I'm not cute." He rests his chin on Getos shoulder and earns a laugh from him. "Sure. Whatever you need to tell yourself."

Gojo is such a nuisance. But he's Getos nuisance. The matching rings they wear is proof of that. "Whatever you need to tell yourself." Gojo mocks in a pouting tone.

Yeah. He really is a dumbass.

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Well the writing demons sure do work fast. Hopefully they cooked on this one lol. But thank you for interacting anon! It makes me so happy when people interact with my work. Love you 💚

[genghisthebrain]

"season two wednesday is going to be darker!" NO. your honour let me live in denial. wenclair are gonna get together and sit on one another's laps and make art and playlists and music and be sweet sweet murder girlfriends and be happy together

[ankakkka]

Bless pinterest🧎

[speckofvoid]

Day seventy five of drawing with office supplies until they stop me

Dug up my old vocaloid playlist and who was monitoring my internet access I wanna talk. Who could have guessed I was depressed, lost one’s weeping is on there friends. I was fucked. Anyways I decided to make echo happy as a part of moving on and healing from past trauma. She’s happy now and I can be too! Hooray.

[writeforfandoms]

Man I am having some yearning thoughts tonight.

[clairedelune-13]

I want this in season 3.

[in-all-timelines26]

Dedicating this pride month to these bitches

Happy pride month to destiel and brinolds

[thelocalscepticx]

back on my good omens bs

[froody]

every prehistoric human reconstruction has me thinking “I want to smoke weed with this bitch”

she looks like she would have been an awesome neighbor, like she would have loved menthols and called me baby

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[wishfulsketching]

He ended up looking fabulous, not cool and bloodied

[itsscaredycat]

“in all timelines, in all possibilities, only you”

[pangur-and-grim]

in other news, my friends got mad at me and said that I was melting the whole server with my chicken farm, but it's not my fault they're filthy casuals

[mroddmod]

they are like puppies. 2 me

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Physically? I am sitting in my bedroom. Mentally? Spiritually? I AM DEAD ON THE FLOOR!!!!! THESE TWO HAVE KILLED ME!!!!

(Another drawing! This was originally attempt #1 at drawing stan, and then fiddleford just showed up. Kinda feels like them five minutes after the above acting like nothing happened though, so it works sdjkgkjfshj)