#beautiful body btw

[delightfulkingtyphoon]

😲😳

Well he seems comfortable 😳❤️

[guinevereslancelot]

i always wanted someone to make blackout poetry of one of my posts but so far i have only had one blacked out to say egg. i guess you if you can't write the poem yourself you can't choose the poem

[hildegardladyofbones]

One of the best things about Disco Elysium by far is that it does not fear ugly women. The world is full of ugly men, but ugly women are so hard to come by.

[inkuinky]

it’s that day again. where they planned a serious, romantic date in once of every while. where Will’s workaholic ass would finally gave up to the love of his boyfriend and leave the infirmary in the hands of his siblings when it’s summer and where they would treat eachother like a serious couple they are in the hands of love.

at this point, Nico often can’t differentiate whether a date or casual hangout. because in these two-long-years-committing-relationship they have, Nico can’t even remember a day where they don’t stick on eachother and spending the time together.

until once, Nico decided to take him out. on a romantic serious one, the real-type rather than hanging out watching star wars (but if Nico’s being honest, anything they do, no matter if the star wars is replayed thousand times on the screen, Nico would always love the time they have.) just to make Will feel loved, to make Will feel that he’s something worth than just a cheap picnic beside the camp lake or small talk on the campfire.

they eventually take turns, knowing Will is the type to give, he often insisted on him taking Nico out instead. he’s not used to being pampered and getting things without anything in return. but he just want his beautiful, charming, amazing boyfriend to feel loved and worth adored. that Nico’s here won’t leave him nor he see Will as an abandonment and he will stay, just for him.

but even after said two years, for some reasons, the love never dies, it grows, more, like a tree with full grown and still growing. His Will gets more beautiful. in any way, in anything, clothes or none, he’s a beauty, the apple of Nico’s eyes.

Nico would hate to admit, but often he found himself dumbfounded from the starstruck. no matter in what condition, Will unfairly is always beautiful. it’s annoying how this man always managed to look stunning in the most unhinged situation.

a year ago, in the tartarus—fucking tartarus—Will managed to look amazing. sure, soggy ambrosia, but he still look beautiful nonetheless. don’t get Nico started on how Will glows as he fight and scream at Nyx. he glows mesmerizingly. he literally made him fall in love and head over heels for the William Andrew Solace in nurse scrubs and flip-flops! he even saw Will with only his shorts and bare chest, sun tattoo rest without guilt whatsoever on his pectoral and honestly? he’s breathtaking. if he in nurse scrubs and tired eyes are still beautiful in Nico’s eyes, how would clothes do to Nico? forget clothes, withou—

okay, okay, it’s getting wild.

Nico has finally arrived in front of Cabin 7, in his usual but nicer outfit from him; black skinny jeans, black chb tee and clean jacket with his stygian iron sword turned into chain accessory. he also wore cologne for better smell, wouldn’t want Will to smell the nervousness out of him as he fidgets on the bronze coin in his pocket. he look to the ground as he finds mythomagic card in his pocket with his other hand and revealing the hades and apollo cards. he keep his posture relaxed with his back from the cabin as he focuses his eye on other cabin.

it’s the edge of spring. a cold breeze waved as flowers and leaves grow. nymphs and satyrs are in good moods. two more weeks until campers start coming and filled the empty cabins.

Nico is pretty pleased with his life so far. a loving boyfriend, a home with a centaur and a drunk god supervisor and a pretty much stable life. this year he stayed with Will again. though he spent the winter in Texas with Will and met the Naomi Solace (let’s not mention his midnight whispers to Naomi about Will as his billy and how grateful Nico for Naomi’s son) and most of the fall annoying nymphs with their date.

“Nico! why don’t you come in instead?” said a sweetly familiar voice from Nico’s back. “I just want to wait for you, you know? you ready yet?” Nico smiled, but wouldn’t turned his head. suddenly dandelions and sunflowers are catching his eyes rather than Will, not that Will’s not interesting, it’s just… complicated.

Will always made him feel new things, new stuff,as if he’s a brand new activator that would made his heart flutter in the directions he didn’t know he could do.

today’s date is simple, actually; going to this bowling diner Will has been yapping about, hits the arcade and do a little dancing together, maybe a little wine tasting if Will want to, a little walk together—if Will’s tired, he can ask Jules-Albert to take a porsche—as they yap together about new facts and life possibilities.

but knowing Will’s giving nature, he would try. he would try with beautiful, ecstatic outfits. Nico often became frustrated with this fact, because with Will’s freckles-ed, tan skin; bushy, dirty blonde hair; those blue eyes Nico can bore and swim forever inside and would never want get out from; those eye-blinding smile with teeth and the sound of his laughter? is like oxygen for Nico. how could Will Solace ever be not beautiful for Nico Di Angelo? never. never will.

“Nico? to the earth?” Will’s soft voice shook Nico out from his shadows. “yes, zuchero?”

I asked you, do I look good?”

“stunning, beautiful, handsome.”

he can feel Will’s annoyed attitude pouting on him. “you don’t even turn around? Nico, you’re being weird.” “no seriously- Will, you’re amazing I-“ “Look at me.” Nico turn back and gods, his mind went blank.

to naked eyes, Will’s the same. the same bushy blonde hair and blue eyes, even the same design of green cargo shorts, only this time he’s wearing white cropped tee — revealing Will’s soft stomach with piercing, of course, Nico’s definitely not looking in that direction, haha! Will’s eyes is up there, not on his upper-down line, Nico — with long sleeves of yellow. this time, instead of flip-flops, Will wore his yellow sunflower-daisy converse—matching with Nico’s black hyacinthus’ . they got it custom embroidered to match eachother via Cabin 19’s favor of embroidery.

“is it bad? it’s bad isn’t it? okay, I’m changing.” Will mumbled with reddening face and eyes on shame. “no- nononononononono— don’t- don’t- gods, you’re- I- I just-“ Nico rushed to hold Will’s hand and clasp them together as he stare into eye contact with Will. “hello, there. “ Will’s smug eyes are there while his pink lips whispered. “beautiful- I- uh, let’s get out now?” Will then burst out a laugh. a loud lough as he let go of the hands and crouched.

“Nico, if you keep having that beat of heart, you’ll get arrhythmia. ” Will’s teary eyes from the laughing actually made Nico’s heart stopped a beat. the voice of laugh itself made Nico’s stomach fluttered in skeletal butterflies. what kind of witchcraft is he doing to Nico?

“okay okay, let’s go shall we?” Will Solace smirks at him as he straighten his posture and take a hold of Nico’s right hand with his left hand. the evening sunlight shines to Will, golden hour giving majestic and divine aesthetic. his freckles are like constellations Nico wouldn’t mind counting for hours, days, years. and his ocean blue eyes isn’t helping either knowing it is crystal clear underneath the light, showing the beautiful iris and trap Nico inside.

sure, Nico haven’t gotten that much of growth spurt which makes Will Solace is still 4 cm taller than him, but it makes everything more painful for Nico because he knew he couldn’t get his eyes away. not from Will he can’t, he’s just a man. a human. but when it comes to Will, it’s like worshipping. as if there’s some kind of divine intervention makes Nico couldn’t get over his man’s beauty and Nico Di Angelo, the ghost king, the Prince of the Underworld has never want to kneel before anybody willingly except for Will Solace.

suddenly, he felt a soft lips upon his. tasted like saccharine and addictingly sweet to Nico’s taste. he craves more. he wants to feel that softness and save it all for himself. he wants the world to know how in love Will can make him. as a weak man (only to Will), Nico can only return the kiss, which makes Nico’s inner intestines ruined and mushed like soup. he swear his heart beating like crazy as ifhe just run Olympic running track after they let go of the kiss.

“you can’t stop staring, so I had to bring you down back to earth” Will’s pretty face now only a breath away as his nose brushed his. “come on, let’s shadow travel” said Nico nervously

can’t guarantee if he won’t die young with these arrhythmia whenever he’s around Will. god forbid.

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HC credit; @coirinthyurilo

(hi hello yeah here you go ily)

[francixoxoxo]

Having plenty of thoughts about Pirate Billy and Mermaid reader, involving a very sisterly ritual of talking about boys… ୨ৎ ⋆.˚ 𓇼

Imagining letting Pirate!Billy braid your hair!! Your back is to his chest, you’re laying between his bent legs with your lands cupping his knees. Your tail is in the surf, swaying and gently flipping with the tide, and Billy’s hands are twirling your hair. Now and then he drops tender kisses to your scalp, until he eventually just mutters, “Lemme braid your hair, baby.”

You look up at him, your brows drawing together and a smile curling your lips. “You? Braiding?” Your sisters and your mother were the only ones to ever touch your hair. And, well, their braids were plaits, were intricate artworks, designs that seemed a little too much for human fingers. Much less, you giggle, a man’s fingers.

Billy just snorts, twirling some of your dark locks around his fingers. “M’ a sailor! Know plenty of braids n’ knots, yanno.” You hum thoughtfully, and nod your head. “Okay. Show me.”

Billy diligently gets to work, parting your hair down the middle and getting to work on twin French braids. Your hair is like silk over his palms, slipping through his fingers like water. He’s so hesitant to tug or pull, not wanting to hurt you, no matter how many times you tell him that you’ve had worse hairdos from fingers with much less care for your scalp. Billy grins and chuckles, but he’s gentle nonetheless.

When he’s done, you run your fingertips over the braids to feel the shape of them, a sunny smile growing on your face. You push yourself up, pressing your soft lips to the underside of his jaw and feeling the scratch of his stubble as you kiss him. “Thank you. They’re beautiful.”

And you aren’t just humoring Billy. Your hair is very long even in braids, you hold up your neat-tresses to look at his handiwork. He just shrugs, ever humble, and smiles shyly. “I try. Only the best for you.”

When you leave him, swimming home for the day, you gush to all your sisters about Billy and his calloused fingers in your hair, his sailing and his lazy grin, every bit of your man that makes all of them, your baby sisters and your older ones alike, swoon. They’d all crowd around you to look at the unfamiliar braid, some of them even complaining in friendly-jealousy for a man to braid their own hair. You could only smile and shrug, saying, “He treats me well.”

Truly, he treated you better than well. Billy treated you like a princess. Billy was a treasure you got to keep all to yourself, something to be swooned and jealous over. Something for you, and nobody else. It was safe to say that Billy did your hair much more often after that.

And equally safe to say that your sisters begged for more stories and details of the handsome, sweet, “knightly” human man that doted on their brave sister.

[soft-serve-soymilk]

Do you know what I love? When characters get violent. Animalistic. Just a little possessed with hatred and fear~ They should get to go berserk :) as a treat

[clit-licker420]

it became a lot easier to accept and love my body once I started seeing it as something my mother built me so I could enjoy the world. if your mother spends nine months knitting a sweater are you going to hate it because a few stitches are off??? no you wear that shit, stay warm, and say thank you because it is a sign of incredible love. now imagine that every second of your life revolves around having the sweater.

[hikaaa-bi]

calling it rn there’s gonna be an episode with an ASMR storytime where the person narrates a deeply disturbing and gorey event, real sounds included

[viscasi]

I’m so tired of people pretending AMAB bodies are ““““lesser than””””” or ““““always a little ugly””””” bitch are you even looking????? AMAB bodies are LETHAL!!!!

People wanna pretend like having gorgeous bone structure and defined edges like majestic mountain faces and ocean wave crests and crystalline forms is somehow like- “hostile” or “unfeminine”? A snowflake’s tendrils can be sharp and defined while also being delicate and soft and feminine. Like.

Bitch when the sculptor made your face she took Extra time and didn’t dare muddy-blend out all your features— you got FULLY RENDERED, because settling for a thumbnail sketch of a face like yours would’ve been blasphemous even by the hands of god

AMAB people, your natural beauty stuns anyone with eyes fr

[naomiknight-17]

I've been struggling with my body image as I lose weight and get closer and closer to 40

My tummy hangs lower than it used to, partially because there's more loose skin and partially because. Well. Gravity.

My hips aren't as wide as they used to be. I need to buy a smaller bra. These are all changes that kind of make me sad. I loved my fat curves

Yesterday at cardiac rehab, I was walking laps, and on one wall there's a huge mirror, so for like a third of each lap I could watch myself approaching this mirror

And you know what? Yeah my body is a different shape than it was. But look how far I can walk now! And others are still passing me, but I'm faster than I used to be. Look at those strong thick thighs pumping as I stride! Look at how my waist is slimmer than it was!

It's different, but I'm getting used to it

It's different, but maybe it's good

[evilkaeya]

lin qiushi was crazy for this

[nekrosmos]

Love the fact you went feral in the tags. Desperate John Price is delicious in all his forms.

You truly killed me with that one man. I just sent you a silly little gif and you wrote something so, SO hot with it and I died a little. Hot damn. Just John being completely addicted to Nik and what he does to him GRRRRRR.

I'm out there just

YOU KNOW ?

[taraxippos]

I am going tobe absolutely fucking real I don't think describing the experience of a significant amount of trans people as legitimate is appropriate to frame as 'running cover for taking away medical care from those who need it'. Both statements made here are, in fact, a radical perspective on the right to bodily autonomy.

I definitely understand where it's coming from because there's a lot of attempts to use the fact that you CAN be trans without medically transitioning to sneakily tack on transphobic rhetoric ('yeah testosterone makes you ugly' 'a neopenis/neovagina doesn't even 'work' what's the point' '[transmasc cryptoterfs and co making thinly veiled attempts to describe HRT/top surgery as mutilation of your precious 'Female' Body and corruption of your mind via introducing the Evil 'Male' Chemicals]'). I would also very much agree that agitating for full access to and the lifesaving necessity of trans medical care is a central, critical issue, and takes priority over assurances that you don't Have to medically transition.

That shouldn't come at the expense of framing trans people who do not medically transition/do not undergo a 'full' transition as somehow regressive or damaging to the trans community by expecting THEIR OWN exercise of body autonomy to be respected. You do know that trans people who do not transition do not structurally benefit from this in any capacity right? It MIGHT provide a very basic safety net as maintaining plausible deniability in passing as a cis person of the wrong gender (often with associated emotional tolls) and that's it. Attacks against transitional medicine aren't on the basis of 'I'd be fine with the transgenders if they just didn't go on HRT/get surgery', it is the head of the spear being used to remove us (and most SPECIFICALLY and pointedly trans women) from existence. The end goal is to, at the very least, force trans people completely into the closet via a culture of transphobic violence and lack of access to medical care, and at best to fully eradicate us one way or another.

[semperreformanda]

20 weeks 🩵 baby’s kicks aren’t strong enough yet to cause physical damage 😂 but they can be a bit startling. one night he was being really active so i playfully started poking my belly. then he stopped. then he kicked me really hard. 💀

[snowblitzs]

I let the voices take over😭🙏

@mustangs-flames

It’s embarrassing how long it took me to find somewhat accurate clothes💀

[ehh-is-the-name]

It's past 11 on a school night and I'm fucking crying over robot sentience.

I could never understand what it would feel like to be created with the intent to kill and maim. Maybe, the intent to work and be worked, but not kill and maim.

I will never understand what it's like to be created with the intention of being a product for the masses, either. I think, I hope, I beg, no one does.

I will never ever be able to fully comprehend why hours of people's work, time, and money would be put into formulating my sentience only for me to be seen as disposable. Even if I could be improved, even if I were "defective", there is no reasonable justification for giving me emotions only to dismiss them by pushing me as a product for a year before starting anew.

It's... It's cruel, to the machines. Sentient or not, it's cruel. Though, I guess we are cruel.