#but HHHHHHHHH

[thepunkmuppet]

i am once again thinking about a buffy and spike body swap episode.

SOMEONE PLEASE DROP FIC RECS IN THE NOTES HELP A GUY OUT I DON’T READ SMUT BTW I JUST NEED THIS SO BAD

[allastoredeer]

I always draw the little face crosses when I'm making expressions and I don't even know where the center of Vox's face even IS

I feel that so much T.T I do the same thing, but I fumble it every single time without fail. I don't know what it is about Vox's head, but it makes me struggle.

[citrsworld]

I think we should talk about how western queer media are acknowledged as revolutionary and realistic good queer rep no matter how problematic some parts are, while asian queer media (bls and and sometimes gls) as a whole, despite their wholesome parts, will always be generalized as weird and fetishizing due to its few rotten eggs of the coop or maybe that's just me ig

[undercut-mcqueer]

hyperfixating on a female character sucks bc there is just like. no whump of them. like damn i love men suffering as much as the next person but let the girls suffer too. suffering should be equal 😞

[thechaoscryptid]

I’ve spent the last day and a half whittling down a 2.5k excerpt of in the morning i’ll be with you into a 1.5k sample to submit for an application, and holy shit has it been SO fun to really work at honing my word usage and sentence structure. Here’s a bit I’m extra proud of (CW for canon-typical self harm mention and implied past abuse):

Dazai sighs. “I’m not in the mood for a lecture.”

“Let me take care of you, then.” Oda skims his knuckles over Dazai’s ribs, careful not to let the touch linger as long as he wants. 

(And he wants, he wants—he has always wanted Dazai, but has never needed him. This has made all the difference.)

“Rub the marks out, at least,” he continues, swallowing hard as he pulls his hand away.

Dazai’s breath shudders, and he bows his head to hide behind limp hair. “Okay,” he says after a too-long moment. “But it’s not beautiful—know that.”

“You don’t owe me beauty.” Oda cups Dazai’s cheek, smiling sadly as he guides Dazai back into the dying sun. “You don’t owe me anything.”

A grimace flits across Dazai’s face before he twists out of Oda’s grip, silhouetting himself against the Yokohama twilight with a scoff. “I don’t need your pity,” he says. “Or your help. But…” He slumps forward as he digs his fingers into his arm. “Look. See me for what I am.”

Oda sits still as the bandages unwind; ever-dutiful, ever-attentive. Dazai’s beauty doesn’t make him easier to look at. His skin is mapped with scars and bruises, a riot of stark white and fading plum. As more is revealed and Dazai begins to collapse into himself, Oda struggles not to let the unsolicited grief blooming behind his gritted teeth take root.

Like this, Dazai is no executive. He’s not a merciless force of nature, not the man who commands attention through his simple existence.

Like this, Dazai is weak. 

The bandages have dappled him, leaving his thighs rashy. Near their junction, a few inches down from his curls, several rust-red stripes split the skin of each. They look fresh, but Oda’s learned to stop kicking himself for not being able to predict and protect.

“There.” Dazai crosses his arms and looks away. “Nothing much.”

Oda offers his hands, ignoring his trembling fingers. “Come here.”

Dazai’s feet whisper across the carpet as he drags himself forward to push Oda to the bed and climb astride his hips. “Two days ago,” he says when Oda’s touch ghosts across the edge of a cut. “Don’t worry about it.”

“You can’t stop me.” Oda presses up to mouth along the stark line of Dazai’s jaw, pausing below his ear to just breathe. Dazai smells of gunpowder and salt, the sourness of being bandaged under the oppressive heat. 

At least he doesn’t smell of death today.

A tremulous chuckle stirs the air between them before Dazai rolls off, one arm wrapped around his chest. His spine strains against his skin when he curls forward, and he shivers when Oda trails a finger down the knobs. “I need to shower. It’s been a trying few days.”

Without a word, Oda stands and scoops him into his arms, ignoring the grumbled, half-hearted protests that fade when he squeezes gently. Dazai noses against his cheek before initiating a clumsy, fumbling kiss and whispering, “You’re a menace.”

“If I’m a menace, what are you?” Oda asks.

“A nightmare.”

“Well, I’ve always been a dreamer.” Dazai flushes deep into his chest at that, and Oda allows himself a smile as he turns on the water. 

He doesn’t stop clinging until the spray sluices over them both, and it isn’t until Oda asks if he’d like to shower just like this that he climbs down and shoves the shampoo into Oda’s hand. Oda is careful as he works to wash away sweat and whatever sins Dazai is chewing on. His touch draws out a quiet groan, and then a thin, reedy whine that bounces off the tile.

Oda hums, carefully cataloging each noise as he curves his hands over Dazai’s shoulders and down his hips, and Dazai stiffens when the touch skims over the SLUT carving in bold scar tissue across his right thigh. He doesn’t speak of his time with Mori; Oda has never asked.

“I’m sorry,” Oda says.

On the heels of a steadying breath, Dazai shakes his head and laces their fingers over the scars. “You wouldn’t ever do this.”

“No.”

“Mn.” Dazai winds his free hand back into Oda’s hair, pressing himself against Oda’s chest. “Touch me.”

Ango once said—voice thick, something akin to regret lurking behind his glasses—that it’s a privilege to be treasured by an executive. 

He’s wrong.

Loving Dazai is the privilege. To devote himself, and to have that devotion repaid in quiet smiles and late night drinks at the Lupin. The privilege is knowing every puckered scar that mars Dazai’s skin, and to be honored with the trust Dazai grants no one else.

[altruistic-meme]

im truly shocked bc despite doing literally Nothing All Fucking Day, i have barely thought about yr3 at all :'))) that's probably gonna change knowing it'll have dropped between the end of this break and the start of the next break but hhhhh

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

WHY DOES MY FOLLOWER COUNT GET BIGGER EVERY TIME I LOOK AT IT

[nullians]

[coffeeflavored-tears]

algebra my greatest enemy

[kiyiirung]

will i actually draw today or will i yet again succumb to the genshin curse

[bulbabutt]

my brother just sent me some screenshots he took playing world of warcraft and im crying

AND THEY HAVE LIL DIALOGUES......

im fucking crying

[fluentisonus]

do you ever remember the note the scribe left at the end of catullus manuscript G and want to burst into tears

[littl-vs]

ik he feels bad any time he does smth and ik i shouldnt bottle and repress shit

[emtearzz]

Happy bday chuuya!!! I decided to redraw last year’s art piece hope you all enjoy <33

[cryinganabell]

Something something gayppl something

[irishthings]

So Linus Tech Tips built a PC for the YouTuber The Spiffing Brit, liquid cooled it with tea, lots of Union Jack flag decals and stuff right

And then they hid this on the inside