#can I lay?

[valtsv]

writhing in agony but i'm getting a little hot with it like arching my back and moaning and baring the smooth, vulnerable curve of my throat and white knuckle gripping the sheets beneath me

[bacchuschucklefuck]

no more fan-ta-sizing about it! everything's already changed~

[captmuldoon]

Black Sails really tapped into a very specific kind of ghost story where your ghost is not actually you but someone else's perception of you - the person they thought you were and should be. Imagine hating knitting and embrodiery, and you're no good at it, but you do it because you're a governor's wife and people expect you to be at his side, quiet with your head bowed over your needles. You buy a new wardrobe of dresses because your role necessitates it, but you keep your old clothes hidden in your rooms because you can't bear to let go of that part of you yet. And then you die and you come back as a haunting and you're faceless and voiceless, and you're wearing a dress that means nothing to you, and the only sound you can make is that of your knitting needles hitting each other again and again. And this is how the person you love brings you back: a voiceless, faceless thing in the corner.

[hinamie]

thank u canon plant nerd megumi for my life

bonus:

[geomimetry]

woe be upon ye

[hamable]

You’re Ruben Hopclap. You’re a teen rock star headlining a local festival. Your interim principal attempts to kill you multiple times. The elusive crush you wrote all your songs about vanishes with some other kids and returns covered in gore. The most popular guy in school jumps fifteen feet in the air, turns to you with a smirk and says, “I’m actually a huge fan,” and spears said principal through the core. Your crush boards a bus going who knows where. Someone gets on a mic and tells everyone to go home. It’s been four minutes.

[mochipong]

Your last prayer—ten thousand years late(r)

[lostiel]

[lotus-pear]

mourning black and the death of ideals

[allykatsart]

Losers Baby

Have I mentioned this ship is just heartwarming? Like not just the song but the casual domestic feel of it?????? Like I don't care if they fuck, but if they just held hands or some shit I would be going wild. So have these huskerdust sketches!

Commission me

[zivazivc]

a while back I had a realization about Chaz's color palette...

they're not related but that doesn't mean they didn't take advantage of their likeness in the lewdest, most shameless way possible. chaz is a veteran and floyd is naturally photogenic (+ was a junkie who couldn't resist easy money). if you know what i'm talking about, you know what i'm talking about and i won't judge you for throwing rocks at me ksjfhksjhfkjsd

[crabsnpersimmons]

me: i'm gonna clean up my desk so my sketchbook doesn't fall every 3 minutes while i draw today!

[3 hours later.]

me: ...i have made a miscalculation...

cleaning up my desk is proving to be a much bigger task than i thought, so here's an old comic i can't believe i haven't posted yet:

and a bonus ending:

anyways, i'll see you all soon after i clean up my desk

[princessfroslass]

Oh I got weak in the knees all of a sudden.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

OH YEAH if i made you laugh or just inserted regrettable thoughts into your head against your will this year, now's a real nice time to drop a coin or two! (bc devastatingly i am also trapped in this mundane capitalist hellscape w/ the rest of u suckers)

[the-woman-upstairs]

Really fucked up that, when they’re young, Patrick and Art are SO tactile with each other, so comfortable sharing the same space. Art lets Patrick touch him and move him and physically overwhelm him and easily acquiesces to it, if not outright enjoys it.

Then in the present, they’ve been so far out of each other’s orbit for so long, held such animosity that when they have their moment alone in the sauna, Art physically recoils from Patrick’s close proximity! It’s so painful to watch because even as Patrick’s goading him, it’s so obvious he wants to be able to get back into Art’s space. But Art has erected all these walls around himself, he refuses to give Patrick an inch or even admit to missing how close they used to be!

AND THEN we see Art and Tashi later and he wants her to hold him, to be gentle with him, and just TOUCH him. Like, he does miss that kind of close physical contact! He either doesn’t know how to ask for it or is uncomfortable being that openly vulnerable. Worth noting that he pretty much always defers to Tashi in regard to initiating physical intimacy (with their first kiss, though he does state his desire, SHE has to be the one to make the first move). And it seems pretty obvious that Tashi herself isn’t comfortable providing that intimacy, whereas Patrick actively seeks to provide it (the hug/forehead kiss after their win together in the early years, dragging the stool closer to him).

Art has tried very hard to act like he doesn’t need physical affection and even though his discipline and devotion to Tashi has made him a stronger tennis player, it’s made him a hollow person, which, in turn, has kept him from becoming a GREAT tennis player.

All of this, of course, is why the ending hits so damn hard.