#been lonely lately

[shrekshugebadussy]

i wish that I was a girl. I wish I wasn’t so unhappy with myself. I wish I could be happy and fine and make myself look beautiful in my gender assigned to me at birth. I wish people didn’t view me as undesirable. I wish I didn’t have to transition to pass in order to actually be seen as somewhat attractive. I wish that even then people still would find me desirable. I wish I was skinny. I wish that I didn’t feel like my youth was wasted away. I wish I didn’t feel like I am falling behind in life. I wish I didn’t feel like the people around me were leaving me behind

[moodyseal]

TOApril Day 13 – Curse of Eternal Youth

Untouched in all but his heart ✨ (drew this as an excuse to put him in different outfits ngl)

[beatlesmenrock]

That’s Not Paul…

a ‘Paul is Dead’ short comic by meee

some notes under the cut

i wanna preface by saying i don’t believe in the whole theory… i just like to indulge in it in an alternate universe sort of way ( not taking it seriously lol )

i realized drawing halfway in that i drew them in the sgt. pepper’s release day outfits ( which you can see here ) so it might not be accurate in terms of ‘replacing’ Paul ☠️

the boys’ speech bubbles are the color of their sgt. pepper’s uniforms ( hopefully it’s easy to read ! )

as for how i see the whole theory: i think george is suspicious of ‘Paul’ ( Billy ) and obvious doesn’t want to call him that or accept him. John’s just happy he has ‘Paul’ back with him but does have his moments where he gets paranoid about the situation. And Ringo’s just happy to be there HELP

i might make more stuff regarding the theory in the future just cause it’s fun but we’ll seeee thank you for listening

[candlecoo-sideb-art]

A lil Martin to try to get back into the swing of things again

[adustoflove]

Having bpd to me is like I'm the loneliest person on the planet, no matter how many people I talk to, no matter how many connections I make or have, I'm a lonely void who will die alone. I have to be talking to someone or with someone every second of every minute of every day. I love people so much, I need people. There's so many people out there with different things to teach you. And then, if I have to talk to one person for more than 6 seconds today, I'll kill them. I'll kill myself. I need to be left alone for the rest of the day, I need no one but myself to be happy. I don't want to partake in anything with anyone because it's all draining and taking out of my alone time. Everyone is the same, they're all boring and self-absorbed. Every conversation feels like I'm forcing myself to be actively present. I just want to be alone in my room with nothing or no one. I don't see a future where I'm happy with anyone other than being by myself.

[napping-sapphic]

Really want to fall in love with someone who likes late night phone calls like let’s talk until it’s way too late let’s talk in a way that makes me a little bolder let’s talk in a way that makes me miss you even more than i did before let’s talk when we’re both soft and sleepy and just need some company in whatever form we can get it in

[rheya28]

See you tomorrow

[welcometololaland]

NOW COMPLETE - 9/9

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“Better once than never, for never too late." William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew

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Beautiful, serious and studious Carlos Reyes has incredible college grades and a lacklustre love life. Unfortunately for his younger sister, family rules dictate that she can’t bring her boyfriend to their older sister's wedding unless Carlos brings a date.

A plan is hatched, the scene is set and strings are pulled to orchestrate a romance. However, Romeo comes in the form of TK Strand, and TK's never been particularly good at following the script of a love story.

OR

The Tarlos adaptation of 10 Things I Hate About You.

thank you to the multitude of people who have kept me going on this one over the years(?). it's literally been almost two years. insanity. you know who you are 😘 thank you, thank you, thank you.

[infamously-winking]

hot take on billford is that the secret third thing is obsession with being seen by someone for the first time in each of their lives

[artsymeeshee]

one of those nights

[pansyfemme]

i really love my friends

[chaoparty]

melon🍒bun

[mythicalmeowz]

i’ll take a spaceship and try and go and find you.

[wellcollapse]

hiatus notice

hi hello just wanted to let u guys know i'm taking a temporary hiatus from this blog/fandom!! this isn't permanent, but i might be gone for about a month or so because being on here is affecting my mental health....so i'm going to bow out for a little while until i start feeling less anxious, but trust that i Will be back at some point because i love this show too much to stay away forever :)

okay. see y'all in a bit 👍🏼

[thisbuildinghasfeelings]

Season 5 Tarlos cross stitch pattern rough draft 🥹

[alrightbuckaroo]

goodnights and goodbyes

1/1 | 4.6k | Written as a prompt fill for @fifthrideroftheapocalypse for @911actions and beta read by the always lovely @herefortarlos 💞

Summary: TK and Carlos journey to New York for the first time to attend TK's high school reunion. While Carlos is dreading the thought of socialization in a new city, TK is dreading the thought of running into something, or rather someone, from his past.

“How does this thing still fit?” TK asks himself as he takes in the way his high school letterman jacket hugs him just right.

A giant obsidian “B” is stitched on the left breast, standing out against the blood red fabric it’s tacked on. On the back, there’s an oversized embroidered baseball that houses 2013-2014 in red thread.

“You never told me you were first baseman your senior year,” Carlos remarks from his position on the bed. He’s currently hunched over TK’s senior yearbook, hunting for any adolescent ammo he can find for their next non-problem argument.

“That’s because I was only first baseman for one game,” TK replies as he peels the jacket off. “I broke my arm two weeks after the season started.”

“Of course you did,” Carlos chuckles as he turns another page. “Who’s Claudia Howard?” He asks, looking up as TK attempts to pull on an old Brookhaven Swim tee shirt. “I swear she’s in almost every club photo I’ve seen so far.”

“Brookhaven’s academic golden child, our drama department’s biggest headache, and our fencing team’s worst nightmare,” TK answers as he twists and turns his body, trying to get a full look at how the shirt lays. “Is this even mine?” He mutters as he looks at the way it rides up in the back.

“Your school had a fencing team?” Carlos asks, looking up from the yearbook for the first time since he opened it.

“My mom was a lawyer based out of Manhattan,” TK answers as he peels the shirt off and throws it somewhere on the closet floor, much to Carlos’ chagrin. He turns as he pulls another shirt off its hanger. “Of course my school had a fencing team."