#and as always using the

[nontoxic-writes]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

thank you for the tag @welcometololaland!! i am once again a day late but in my defense i went to a concert last night and didn’t get a chance to even look at my wips until now

this is from a different wip than the one ive been sharing, in this one, bradley goes missing while on a mission and jake starts fixing up bradley’s house in an effort to keep busy while they wait for news. it’s currently 27k and completely unedited so it’ll be a while until it sees the light of day, but i hope to finish it soon!

Jake looks out at the garden from the back porch, and notices the way the late afternoon sun catches on the droplets of water still clinging to the tomatoes, the way the bees buzz around the lavender and how the leaves shift with the wind. The garden feels so alive, so real, that for a moment, Jake is convinced he can hear Bradley’s rough, sleep-addled voice from the doorway behind him, quietly asking if Jake made enough coffee for two, even though he knew Jake always made enough coffee for two, because Jake loves the way Bradley’s eyes light up when he wraps his hands around the warm mug.

Jake bites the inside of his cheek at the memory. He and Bradley might not be anything, but Bradley is a good person. A better person than Jake deserves, in whatever capacity Bradley deigns to have him.

And Jake misses him.

He misses that stupid mustache and the hideous shirts and the way Bradley would leave them unbuttoned to show off the one-size-too-small tank top he always wore underneath. He misses Bradley’s wide grin, the way he would laugh when he was with their friends, loud and boisterous and unapologetic about how much space it takes up. He misses how Bradley cuddles after sex, how he’d always pull Jake into his arms and snore like a freight train into his ear. How he wouldn’t let Jake leave, would force him to spend the night so he could make them breakfast in the morning. He misses their subtle foreplay, the games played leaning over a pool table, or the way they always sat next to each other on movie nights, arms brushing gently, teasingly, until Jake felt like he was going to explode from wanting him so bad.

He misses how Bradley listens to him, the few times Jake has allowed himself to be cracked open, how he’d carded his hands through Jake’s hair and let him tell the entire sad story of his relationship with his father.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Jake had said, after, with one of Bradley’s hands gently tangled in his hair and the other wrapped tight around his waist. “I can’t believe I’m bitching so much about this. At least he’s alive.”

Bradley snorted. “Not sure that’s a positive in this situation, sweetheart.” He pressed a firm kiss to Jake’s neck, right below his ear. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

Jake presses the heels of his hands into his eyes.

Hell of a time to realize he’s in love with the guy.

Considering Bradley is probably dead.

its now late on thursday so i wont make anyone do this haha but @welcometololaland im lobbing this one right back at you for next week lol

[treeembrace]

I'm sure many people have already shared this here, but I think it's important that people here on Tumblr need to see this.

"I disagree with Kamala's position on the war in Gaza. How can I vote for her?" by US Senator Bernie Sanders

[incohorace]

what studying literature feels like

[tariah23]

Oh…. Well, it’s over for Crunchyroll I guess

[rafeandonlyrafe]

well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

[sabertoothwalrus]

girldad mode activate

[elbiotipo]

👀

[problemnyatic]

It's too late, I've already depicted you as the ugly pathetic "soy"jack (the soy is because soy has estrogen in it, this is bad because it makes you less masculine and more like the inferior female sex, because men should only be manly otherwise they're "failed" and thus lesser and deserving of ridicule) And me as the White Handsome Blue-Eyed Blond Man With Impressive Facial Hair Who's Memetic Association Is With Being Objectively Correct (This makes sense because he is the ideal Aryan specimen, all of these features obviously make him objectively superior to other people). This means I win and definitely look good here, you should really just pack it up. I'm a leftist btw

[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.

[enbycrip]

EDITED TO ADD: Sources from the OP in the comments

[ashidaii]

origin and explanation comic for my One of Us AU!

about 10 years late! but the hype recently inspired me!

[wanderingibon]

anya deserved so much better

[mejkosmos]

hot people fw with spideypool AND poolverine btwbtw

[pigswithwings]

above all else a trans woman is a person. above all else a trans women is a woman who goes to the same grocery store as you and buys fruits in the same grocery cart as you and goes home and eats her dinner the same as you. above all else a trans woman is a woman who dresses like you do and talks the same way you do. above all else a trans woman is a woman who wants to be cared about the same way you want to be cared about and a trans woman is a woman who makes friends the same way you make friends. above all else you should care about trans women because they are people. treat her as such.

[elodieunderglass]

Oh I forgot to say.

Bug (4) is going to start school now so we’ve been doing literacy practice. One set of exercises was about “opposites” and I drew a card reading “fat”. Ok what’s the opposite of fat.

Bug thought about it and then said dreamily: “meat.”