#but i wanna cry too

[segueintoromanticism]

I don't think we can gaslight gatekeep girlboss our way out of this one 😭😭😭

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about that one post that was like

"Wade and logan spending multiple life times worth together, going through absolutely everything together to the point seperating them would just be plain cruel because of how soul tagged they are with each other and this just so happens to be the universe where they alone outlive everyone theyve ever known time and time again, so here they are, alone, but in each others arms in an old canadian moutian cabin, their front lawn looking like a grave yard with how many loved ones they kept with them. Theyre both old, wades wrinkles are just the light of this white manned beasts life and yet, they put collars on one another in the most caring and adoring way, caressing one anothers cheeks as Logan gives him not only the best 10 life times but also the gift no one else could bare to give him. Death. Unseathing his claws into his chest as quick as he can. And Wade to him, a knife stabbed critically. The best gift you can give your lover who can't die is the best life, yes, but a peaceful and coddled death is the ultimate goal. To lay there, bleeding out without a care in the world as Logan memorizes those pearl like eyes, and wade imprints the small smirk he has into his memory for eternity.'

And then someone reposted with two skeletons holding each other?

To that, I pitch after the last kiss Wade will ever give him, He smiles, because he knows he's made Wade as happy as humanily possible. Laying there for years or for hours, they're unsure. But they do know one thing.

"See ya at home, bub." He tells him with his last breath, an ungodly amount of blood gushing out the side of his mouth. But he's not sad. No, no neither of them are. They're relieved. Logans last act of service was bringing Wade Home. The place he never really felt right because he knew he was supposed to be dead by now.

And they'd find them in a week.

After the buzzards get loud.

After the insecets have made their claim.

After the foxes has had their taste.

After the raven has had it's say.

Id be home with you, I'd be home wih you.

Id be home with you.

I'd be Home

with

You.

[lettucing]

“you were like, unironically an alcoholic…”

“yeah, and it’s funny, because like, that was supposed to be- the move to austin was like, me turning things around. nothing turned around. the best decision i made wasn’t moving to texas, it was probably getting jambo, who’s just… the fuckin’ best.”

[heartorbit]

i'm sending this endless melody to a nameless you

[mathiyu-illustrates]

My version of the redraw collab i did with @rinjjuei

[solplease]

clingy

[thescriptorium]

i know this is NOT the moment for the caitvi nation but can we talk about how GORGEOUS she looks here? ✨

[puckinghischier]

cause what do you MEAN my lovely, beautiful, bestie brynn sent me a signed nico puck 😭😭

my first ever puck and it’s signed by my beautiful boy 🥹

i mean…he touched it so when i pick it up we’re basically holding hands…right?

@sweetestdesire

[arttsuka]

Based on somewhat real events

I spent way too much time drawing this...

But yeah, Ford finally saying thank you

A continuation (kinda)

[def-not-kaz-brekker]

I hate it when people don’t take aromanticism seriously. I hate it when they say “oh it’s just a phase I also thought I was aromantic but then I got a partner.” It doesn’t apply to everyone.

Respect aromanticism as you would respect any other identity

[thelifelessgirl]

I feel like everything is falling apart faster than I can pick the pieces back up and put them together.

[ctntduotism]

Back on my bullshit

@the-quackity-competition

[a-stars-art-blog]

Finished the wips from yesterday

[yuwuta]

yuuji who canonically does care for hoodies but wears them anyway untik he gets a gf and she loves hoodies so she’s always stealing & wearing his which he doesn’t mind, in fact it kinda turns him on a bit, like yeah he admires you and thinks it’s cute and ur beautiful in his clothes but something abt it also gets him hard and he lovesss fucking you in his hoodie walk with me

i’m walking with you…. i am….. and honestly don’t put it past him to be all over you the second he catches you in his hoodie, and by all over you i mean all over you. you hardly get the word “hello,” in when you greet him because yuuji’s got your face in his hands and his lips on your lips, and very shortly after, your body over his shoulder as he carries you to the bedroom. 

it’s a haste of very enthusiastic and messy kisses, yuuji clumsily stripping himself of his own clothing, and you attempting to follow suit when he stops you, catching your wrists in his hands and telling you, “no—no, just… keep it on,” and you don’t have time to protest or process his words because he’s back to kissing you, and forcing you even further back into the mattress and shoving. the only way he could possibly express what he’s feeling right now is pure possession and it’s honestly a little striking to him—he’s never felt such a strong need to have you and claim you as his but something about you in his stupid hoodie is doing it to him and even tho he can’t get the words out he doesn’t have to, it’s awfully evident by the way he fucks you. it’s not fast but it’s hard and deep and you feel so full of him and he can barely keep his head up, forehead falling to the crook of your neck, teeth sinking into your skin for another point of contact

he’s so torn between wanting to look down at you while he’s fucking you in his hoodie and the sight being too overwhelming for him. it’s an inconsistent oscillation of him breaking into your neck and biting and lifting his head to reveal blown out pupils and a dopey little grin, pushing all the way inside you and stuttering for a moment before cupping your cheeks between his palms and just looking at you. you’re writing a bit, itching for him to move and drunk on feeling so full of him and it makes yuuji chuckle just a little, leaning down to press his forehead against yours and kiss you so deeply it has you pawing mindlessly at his shoulders, his waist, anything to get a hold of him. and one isn’t enough, he does it again, and again until you’re whining at him to move again and that pulls another laugh out of him, “sorry baby, i gotchu,” he raises his head, pushing the flyaways out of your face and kissing your forehead before resuming to fuck you within an inch of your life again

[justsomecouscous]

'in my relationship I only want a guy who's 6ft and has muscles' this 'I want a girl who has a big ass and boobs' that

Nah FUCK that

I want someone to lovingly hold my face in their hands and look adoringly at me then kiss me while the fans scream and cry from happiness after waiting for 5 seasons and the old bitter white men to sit seething in their arm chairs

[irishyuri]

the funerals these poor fuckers had to go through post-canon is something i think about a lot. survivors guilt and whatnot