#haiiiii guys

[somdxr]

fiddleford friday? more like fiddleford uh. sunday

[officialdaddyfresh]

NEW INTO POST ALERT

hai guys :3 :3 :3

my name is fresh but i go by gavin (peep the tags) or connor as well

he/him primarily + boykisser (unlabeled mostly but i am trans)

this is my all blog, where i mostlr reblog my shit to

my own posts go to #gavin.post (or #gav.post when i froget what the tag is)

my art goes to #gavin.art (or #gav.art)

[jinikaris]

HYUNJIN | STEP OUT 2025 ♡

[hauntedwoman]

local jane birkin wannabe

[dailyhatchetfield]

yuo shoudl draw harmony jones... pweeze . :333333333

day 3 - can i interest you in saving the planet?

[petalites]

a study in liberty and reflection.

DOSSIER.

full name:  son minki. age:  twenty-six. date of birth:  aug 20th, 1998. pronouns:  he/him. sexuality:  queer. occupation:  professional figure skater, last-year student of haute couture and kinetics at palladian. occasionally performs drag at rabbithole. face claim:  lee know (stray kids).

find the full statistics here.

INSPIRATION.

bears some resemblance to patrick (the perks of being a wallflower),  princess fiona (shrek), lito rodriguez (sense8), mercutio (romeo and juliet), allison hargreeves (the umbrella academy), lestat de lion court (interview with the vampire), cece parekh (new girl), manny santos (degrassi).

PERSONALITY.

you hear about him more than you see him; his name flickers through conversations and channels on tv, and his ambition has sound. he's perfectly curated like a putty in his own hands, meticulous with the details until someone else comes along and squishes it in a hand hold or a squeeze. a spectacle, even to himself. an impostor with no impostor syndrome. what's life without indulging—all the juicy bits, the rotten and bruised, the seeds so that it all could grow again and again? the death of drama and flair will be the death of son minki. he acts, he thinks, he acts without thinking, he does, he refuses, he never rests, he wants and craves, he holds you at an arm's length; he's everything, but he's too much and too little.

BACKGROUND.

one. he learns how to skate backwards at the age of four and never looks back. his grandmother, who's a retired ballet dancer, teaches him how to put on the leg warmers and preps kimchi in the freezing mornings when he stretches in front of the tv with his favourite performances on tape. she tells him when the nearby lake freezes over, but some days he's too eager, almost drowning twice when the ice caves in under pressure. he misses church once, then three sundays in a row. when he's a little bit older and a little bit greedier for ambition, his aura glows in the shape of him, burned into the perpetually vacant seat.

two.  his parents, they don't say things outright. but it speaks volumes in their stoic faces in the middle of a cheering crowd, the way they exchange glances to exclude him from conversation. he sleeps over at grandma's when they're taking flights to attend masses and sees them less and less until to the point he starts calling it his home. they bring him souvenirs, he shows them his trophies on video call. they send him brochures of universities and god, and when he's visiting, he checks to see when was the last time they changed the lone framed picture of him.

three. skating isn't enough. he wants to perform, and learn, and teach, and do things better than everyone else. when he's still young, he sneaks into drag shows just to ask how they tailor their dresses and watches them be in their element, loud and never apologetic. minki complains to his coach about the lackluster insulation of their costumes in time and time again until he screams, “fuck, just do it yourself!”

four.  it takes him a little longer than anticipated, a few years after high school graduation, but he starts applying to universities just as he'd promised. he figures he could do about any program, but nothing calls his name as much as fashion. he brings his grandmother to bath to show her around when he gets accepted, but she never leaves. her kitchen window is always slightly ajar, as if to try and catch a sound of his footsteps on the way to class, and he feels as though nothing will ever compare to being known and loved as he is.

[goldencheese-cookie]

I love being free from the post limit

[jaimeski]

Pspspsp Yuri Enthusiast are you doing MCYT Yuri Week?

i will abandon everything in my life for mcyt yuri week

[scaredofskeleons]

holy

whenever somebody likes something i made and then goes to my acc for more and than follows me makes me so happy guys please be my friend please please please i promise I'm not insane even if im totally max jagerman real i promise im not insane i promise-

[whspermy-name]

OH YEA THE TUMBLR MOOTIE SERVER MOONY MADE GUYS MOOTIES JOIN JOIN

@cheezy-moon

[blowflyfag]

Oh mullet shawn how I miss you so….

[abstractdogwolfthing]

I love this by default 🤧🥹

A dream i had

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

Dust belongs to ask-dusttale

Horror belongs to sour-apple-studios

Transcript:

Nightmare: We have a lot of work today, so I better not see you idiots slacking off

Killer, Dust and Horror: YES, SIR!

Nightmare: Also, I identify as a woman now. You shall treat me as such

Killer, Dust and Horror: YES, MA’AM

[koussevitzky]

The con this weekend has multiple FMA events omg????

[sixaustralia]

goddammit I’m thinking about the freaks again.

[frnknpup]

i love watching people just bop other people with slinkys its so fun i wanna get slinky bopped

[steampoweredmuses]

“Don’t panic. With the proper tools, any of my limbs can be reattached!” to tinkerer <3

" Well, yes, I am sure that they can, but what I mean is... does that-- " Tinker Knight cuts himself off, letting out a deep sigh. No, it wouldn't hurt, would it? Fool. Absolute klutz. He's made robots before. He should know that much. " ...Well, eh, I'd guess that you do not have the receptors to properly process the pain that an injury like that would cause, would you? "

The question is rhetorical, but he's never seen a machine with a makeup like this before. It's beyond what he's made before, really, and a virtually seamless design. (Except for the extremely missing limbs, that is.) Its voice sounds so organic too. Not the synthesized voices that he's experimented with in the past, but something more than that; and those were regarded as impressive! Really, he would be quite in awe, if that wasn't currently overwritten by the panic seeping into his bones.

" I can't say that I have seen a machine like you in the past, but I can try to fix you up. " He adjusts his mask. " Do you mind if I bring you back to where I work? I am not sure if I would have the right tools on me, and I think it would be faster than if I went and then came back here. " Keeping it together. This is fine.