#everyone say hi to sarah

[gunpowderdtim]

@youurelovely

SARAH CRYING AND SHAKING I CANNOT EDIT YOUR GRACIOUSLY GIFTED POLL...... also did you mean to sent this to @gunpowderdtim because i did NOT know you followed me here?

[malyen0retsev]

i wish everyone who made kit connor feel he had to come out a very merry FUCK YOU. you forced an eighteen year old into coming out publicly, before he was ready, when he stated many many times he wanted to keep it private. how many more times does this shit have to fucking happen before some of you fucking clock that YOU CANNOT QUEERBAIT IN REAL LIFE. this is the natural end to the discourse of ‘if somebody is in the public eye playing a queer person they owe us their sexuality’, and it’s DEEPLY FUCKED UP, they do NOT owe you an answer, and this mindset JUST FORCED AN EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD TO OUT HIMSELF BEFORE HE WAS READY TO

[il3x]

@lakesbian he has been administered ice cream, and band-aids for the worse injuries. :]

and flat colours without the grime layer:

he's very determined to get every bit of ice cream and he is prepared to fight anyone for it. shirt loosely inspired by the bunnies on fire illustration lakesbian reblogged for him

bonus babysiders lisa sketch:

[firstkanaphans]

A little something something for that MorkDay scene in the changing room?? 🫣 that tension omg I haven't moved on

Day wasn’t quite sure why he’d asked Mork to accompany him into the changing room. He was, after all, perfectly capable of dressing himself. He told himself it was because he was in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by unfamiliar people and unfamiliar sounds, but he knew that wasn’t entirely true. Mork could have provided him with emotional support just as easily through the thin fabric of the dressing room curtain. The truth was that it had been a long time since anyone had looked at his body with anything other than medical curiosity or pity. He had been desirable once. He wanted to know if he still was.

The changing room was so small that Day could feel the heat emanating from Mork’s body as he stood in front of him. He could even sense the older man’s nervousness as he shuffled from foot to foot. It reminded him of the day they had met when Mork stumbled unprepared into the interview room, unsuspecting of what awaited him inside. Like then, he was nervous and Day was not. Day found that he liked it.

He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it, his heartbeat loud in his ears. Mork had seen him in various states of undress before, but there was something so intimate about purposefully baring himself before him. About willingly letting himself be seen.

Before the accident, Day had been in the best shape of his life, and although he knew he was started to lose muscle tone, some of it remained. He couldn’t see it in the mirror, but he could feel it with his hands. He was still fit, still trim, and as Mork struggled to find a safe topic of conversation, Day realized that he saw it too.

“I’ve, uh, never been in a dressing room with someone else before,” Mork said.

Although Day was more accustomed to judging peoples’ interest in him by the look in their eyes, he found that there were other telltale signs of arousal. The broken cadence of a voice, the shaky touch of a hand. Mork was not uninterested. Day could tell because his usual acerbic tone had been diluted into something almost tame. It pleased him.

“And you think I have?”

Mork helped him into and then out of the T-shirt, his touch polite, and with each gentle brush of his hand, Day found himself getting addicted to the feel of another person’s skin on his because although Mork was treating him as if he were something fragile, it wasn’t the same fragility Day felt in his mother’s touch. Mork wasn’t worried that his touch might break him. Mork was worried that his touch might make him want more than he was allowed to have. It was a familiar phenomenon—one Day had felt often at parties and bars. If he was being honest, he hadn’t thought he would ever feel it again. 

So, as Mork began to painstakingly re-button Day’s uniform shirt, Day decided it wasn’t enough.

“Actually, I think I want to wear the other one,” he said. 

“Oh. Okay.” 

And so, for a few minutes longer, Mork’s touch lingered.

“Do I look good?” Day asked once the shirt was finally on. 

Mork let out a nervous laugh. “You do,” he said.

Day had been talking about more than the shirt, but that was okay. He didn’t need Mork to admit that he was attracted to him. He already knew.

[justaboymadeofhoneyandglass]

yk i feel like because I kind of skipped so much time in my daydreams, because my current main one is a future of my usual main one I keep feeling like my life is halfway over and I have to remind myself that I'm fifteen and that I have time and that im not losing anything right now

But it still just hurts so fucking much knowing that I will probably get "better" one day, that I'll need my daydreams less and I'm so fucking worried about that

I dont wanna hear "don't feel guilty for getting better" because I know I will, I will feel guilty for leaving my family, my friends, the loves of my fucking life. I need to know that it's okay to grieve something that I built myself, it's okay to grieve something - a whole universe of worlds - that kept me alive for so long, that still is keeping me alive.

I'm just stuck in this in-between of knowing absolutely nothing about my future but also knowing exactly how my life will turn out, even though I don't really. and I know that some part of me will always be lingering in my head, longing for a life I will never get to live, with people that will never be real.

@aesthetic-writer18

[whirlybirdwhat]

i just found out bnha ended through one piece cover art and subsequently have fallen down a rabbit hole so poll

context i watched the anime up to where bakugou got kidnapped but stopped caring when i was in like hs and before i discovered my One True Love One Piece and then just checked in with the manga every once in a while to see what was up so i know some major plot points and the ending which hurt my soul so i need to figure out what the fuck happened in between all that so i can analyze it for funsies instead of subjecting My Beloved to my thoughts about this and various other medias that she has no understanding of

anyway. thoughts? no nuance answer u get two choices

[rotteneldritchhorror]

Ya know, I'm starting to think a certain chunk of the OBX fandom just hates women lol

[thetimelordbatgirl]

With all the mystery around who Ruby is and who her mom is, I really, really hope it isn't actually the Trickster like others have been saying, because while yes it would be nice to see something from SJA appear in current DW, it also would just feel weird at this point as the Trickster was such a Sarah Jane villain that it just feels wrong to give him to the Doctor as an enemy just because Sarah Jane is gone.

[phantasieandmirare]

If you're a RWBY fan and still complaining about the mere existence of Jaune Arc in the year of our Lord 2022 I'm gonna need you to grow the fuck up

[starfoam]

//Not enough of Lo getting her chin tilted up by well-dressed men speaking softly to her tbh

[aestatismors]

finished hellblade 2!!

[rockatanskymax]

the urge to want to talk to people but not any of your friends, but you literally dont use anything else or go anywhere else to talk to anyone but your friends im being a bitch about this

[bitch-butter]

HI.. not to but in but i’ve been reading your anons about ross and… by god.. i hadn’t kept up with any of them in over a decade so that one interview with Ross, Screenwriter made me want to scoop my eyeballs out cus i DID see that awful movie and it was literally so bad like my brother in faith who is lying to you???

he is so fucking annoying it's like not even a joke everything he does has me crying blood. dog, you are Not a screenwriter lol

[loverboybitch]

not my favorite pictures of me but thats literally my barbie so.//.

[joelsgu4tar]

JOEL MILLER FIC RECS

⇾ 18+ minors DNI, read at your own risk! ⇽

an appreciation to all my favourite writers out there you deserve all the love <3

Series

— Something To Fight For by @auteurdelabre | After a disastrous blind date you decide to stay away from the miserable Joel Miller forever...

— I Know Who You Are by @punkshort | A fall on patrol causes you to lose your long-term memory, forgetting the identities of your friends and loved ones. You have to learn all over again how to survive in a post-apocalyptic world, and you learn things about yourself along the way.

— The One You Need by @loliwrites | When you move into town hellbent on keeping everyone at arm’s length, your neighbour Joel finds his way into your life.

— By The Grit Of Sandpaper by @penvisions | An offhand comment from you inspires Joel to branch out and create helpful kitchen wares. And it seems everyone has been gifted one from him, except for you. It makes you rethink the casual friendship you had developed...

— I Wanna Be Your Lover by @shellshocklove | Miserable after losing your job, your friend drags you out to a club to dance away your sadness. on the dancefloor, you meet a handsome stranger, who then whisks you away into his fantasy world as his assistant for his porn career. what happens when the lines get blurred?

— If The Door Wasn't Shut by @heartpascal | months of travelling with Joel and Ellie come crashing down on you, the fear is suffocating.

— Stay In Bed by @psychedelic-ink | After your grandfather’s passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But Joel…Joel keeps his distance.

— That's A Real Fucking Legacy by @wyn-n-tonic | When Tommy disappears in search of a better life with a promise to come back for you, his years of absence and the grief it leaves behind drives you and his brother closer together until the man you're sharing a bed and starting a family with is Joel Miller and not the one you always thought it would be.

One-Shots

— No Time To Die by @davosmymaster | The main difficulty of being Joel’s closest friend is not falling in love with him, but you still do. Those feelings are buried until you join him on a mission to trade supplies with Bill and Frank. With your life now hanging by a thread, Joel is determined to get you to safety, but the clock is ticking faster than he can run.

— White Lies by @poeticpascal | Joel would do anything for you. He does anything for you. And he makes sure you don't know a thing.

— Saying Thanks by @vivwritescrappythings | Joel is your grumpy patrol partner who doesn’t even talk to you in the streets of Jackson. But one night a man grabs your arm at the Tipsy Bison, and Joel’s decided he doesn’t like it.

— Soft & Sweet by @cavillscurls | You share your first kiss with the last man you ever expected: your older, grouchy, overly protective patrol partner, Joel Miller.

— Who We Are by @gracieheartspedro | Being stuck on the road with an older guy you've been crushing on for ages won't be so bad, right? wrong. because he's been pining after you, too. and one of you will have to give in eventually.

— Warm Me Up by @tightjeansjavi | While on patrol, you and Joel find yourselves caught in a treacherous snowstorm.

— Love In the Time Of Cordyceps by @sameheart-sameblood | When the world ends, you promise you'll never love again. Joel Miller makes that rule hard to stick to.

— Puppy Love by @absurdthirst | You always follow Joel Miller around, you've got his back. You're in love with him. Putting up with Tess's nickname of puppy dog, you don't realize that Joel feels for you until the end.

— Light The Flame by @yeollie-plz | Your mom moves the two of you back to Texas and attempts to reignite an old flame. What will happen when she learns his candle now burns for you?

— Best I Ever Had by @endlessthxxghts | Someone tries to hit on you on your night out with Joel, insulting your man in the process, and oh you don't like that. You blow off some steam in more ways than one.

— Make A Move On Me by @freelancearsonist | You've been teasing Joel every day since he started remodelling construction on your house. He finally works up the courage to do something about it - but not in the way you expect him to.

— Fire Walk by @motherofagony | A chance encounter at a motel has you crossing paths with a stranger in a blue t-shirt.

— Cry Baby by @psychedelic-ink | bodies have been dropping left and right in the most brutal ways in Jackson. As the relentless wave of deaths continues, your mind becomes increasingly restless. however, you find a sense of comfort and solace in the presence of Joel. who might be hiding secrets of his own.

[tini5]

Jealousy Endeavor. °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*────୨ৎ────°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*

Rafe Cameron had always known you were special. 

From the moment you two met, he could see the spark in your eyes—the kind that made you stand out from the rest. You were his precious girl, his princess, and every time you smiled, he couldn't help but feel like he had the world in his hands. 

But you weren’t the jealous type. At least, you hardly ever were. It wasn’t like you to feel threatened by someone else; after all, you knew you were Rafe’s girl, the one who owned his heart completely. 

Still, today was different. 

It all started at the country club. You were with Sarah, Topper, and Kelce, lounging by the couches when Rafe suddenly mentioned he was going to grab a drink from Sofia. Now, you knew Sofia—everyone did. But that wasn’t the issue. The problem was the way Rafe said her name, so casual, so familiar. It made something inside you tighten.

As Rafe strolled over to the bar, your eyes followed him, narrowing slightly when you saw Sofia flash him a smile that lingered just a little too long for your liking. Rafe returned it with that charming grin of his, and suddenly, your mood soured. You weren’t usually like this. Rafe was yours; you knew that. But seeing Sofia so close to him, so comfortable around him - 

"You okay?" Sarah asked, her voice light but concerned.

You plastered on a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. "Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?" you replied, your tone a bit sharper than intended. Sarah gave you a knowing look but didn’t press further.

Minutes passed, and Rafe was still at the bar. You watched as Sofia leaned over, saying something that made Rafe laugh. It wasn’t a big deal, you told yourself. She was just doing her job, being friendly with the customers. But your mind wouldn’t let it go. What could be taking so long? 

Your pout only grew more and more, and by the time Rafe finally came back with the drinks, you were in full-on sulk mode.

“Here you go, princess,” Rafe said, handing you your pink drink, completely oblivious to your  mood. He leaned in to kiss your cheek, but you turned your head slightly, making him miss.

Rafe paused, his brow furrowing as he looked at you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you replied, your voice clipped as you took the drink, not even looking at him.

Rafe wasn’t convinced. “You sure about that?” He tilted his head, trying to catch your gaze, but you stubbornly avoided it, staring off into the distance with a pout.

Kelce snickered from his lounge chair. “Dude, you’re in trouble,” he teased, earning a light smack from Sarah.

“Shut up, Kelce,” she whispered, though she couldn’t help but smile at the exchange.

Rafe crouched down beside you, placing a gentle hand on your knee. 

"Talk to me, baby,” he coaxed softly, his voice dripping with that tenderness he saved just for you.

You finally looked at him, your eyes narrowing slightly, "You looked like you were having a great time over there.”

Rafe’s lips twitched as he fought back a smile. He knew better than to laugh when you were like this. “You’re jealous,” he teased, his voice low and playful.

“I am not jealous!” you snapped, though the heat in your cheeks suggested otherwise.

Rafe chuckled, unable to resist anymore. He loved this side of you, even if it drove him crazy sometimes. 

“Don’t get jealous,” he murmured, leaning in closer. “You own my heart. It’s fucking yours, baby. I’m all yours.”

You bit your lip, the frustration slowly fading away as you melted under his gaze. You hated how easily he could do that to you, but you also loved it. “You better be,” you mumbled, still pouting but less convincingly now.

Rafe smiled, knowing he had you. He brushed his lips against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Always, princess. Only you.”

You sighed, finally letting your pout slip away as you leaned into him, feeling the tension leave your body as Rafe’s arms wrapped around you. He pressed a kiss to your temple, holding you close, making you feel like the most important person in the world. And you were—at least, to him.

Sarah and Topper exchanged glances, smirking at the sight. “They’re like an old married couple,” Topper joked, earning a chuckle from Kelce.

“Yeah, but they’re perfect for each other,” Sarah added with a smile, watching as Rafe kissed your forehead, murmuring sweet nothings that only you could hear.

And just like that, everything was perfect again. 

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As Carrie Bradshaw would say : And just like that heres my second blurb about Rafe🪄