#hello hi !!

[mentalmilkshakes]

If you cut up my soul, this is what you will discover within it

[spicymotte]

hello new followers, I am completely new to Transformers and just think they’re neat. I mainly draw my webcomic characters but I’m currently very much into the big sexy robots from space. expect lots of monsterfuckery though. you have been warned

[rystiel]

hey google what do i do if my roommate won’t stop unintentionally (?) getting into suggestive positions right in front of me

(+ a readjusted slightly better version)

[20dimensionalchaos]

currently watching fantasy high sophmore year and i definitely have a bit of a crush on garthy o'brien

[realvicoba]

You ever get so obsessed with the fanfic you're writing that you need to make art for it or you would explode and die? Yeah me neither!! Anyway read my fic <3

(ignore how I forgot the red embroidery on his hood we don't talk about that)

[syazam-whazam]

Holy shit I finally remembered my Tumblr password, anyways I'm just gonna post these two random OCs I made while reading a webtoon I'm enjoying so far :] (it's called Misfits in Toyland)

Here's their bios:

Plus additional doodles I made! (trust me there's a lot that I can write about em, they're stuck in my head rn):

[melkintoyou]

drunken kisses ft mark lee <3

The music was a hushed murmur, the lights softened to a gentle glow. You stood by the door, a little unsteady, a soft smile playing on your lips as the last of the guests trickled out. It was 2 AM, and your flat began to feel emptier, lighter. You exhaled a breath of satisfaction as the final guest departed, leaving behind only the closest of friends and your flatmate.

You drifted towards the warmth of laughter coming from the living room, sinking down onto the floor beside your friends. The glow of their smiles was a mirror to the happiness bubbling inside you.

"Y/N, we are so proud of you. Well done!" Your flatmate's voice cut through the buzz of contentment, offering you a glass of rosé. The room filled with a chorus of affirmations, sweet and genuine, as they celebrated your journey towards your dreams.

You accepted the glass, closing your eyes for a moment, a smile tugging at your lips. "Thank you for coming, guys. It has been a great night."

The scene felt like a soft-focus shot from a coming-of-age film—a tender pause, a moment of stillness amidst the hustle. It was like Rocky at the top of those stairs, like the tunnel scene in Perks of Being a Wallflower, like Todd standing on his desk, defiant and alive in Dead Poets Society. It was one of those rare, full-circle moments that define a decade, shared with those who mattered most.

As your mind wandered, the world around you faded into a comfortable hum, the sound of home you had always yearned for. It was only when everyone cheered "AYY!" that you snapped back to the present, into the cosy embrace of your living room.

"Okay... truth or dare," Priya challenged Mark, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

He shrugged, a shy smile playing on his lips. "Truth... I guess."

Mark, the newest addition to your group, was a quiet enigma. His moments of banter and laughter contrasted with the subtle shyness he often showed around you.

"Is there someone you want to kiss right now?" Priya's question cut through the air, and Mark's face flushed as he lowered his hat, trying to hide his expression.

"Yeah... I'm not answering that," he laughed nervously, glancing at you for a brief moment before looking away.

"Aha! So that’s a yes!" Priya teased, but Mark just took another sip of his drink, eyes flicking towards you.

A warmth spread through you, settling in your chest, a knot tightening in your stomach. But was it really a surprise?

You and Mark had always shared a special connection. Conversations that stretched into the night, discussing movies, literature, music, and art. You two fit together like pieces of a puzzle, an unspoken understanding in every exchange. You encouraged each other's dreams, laughed at jokes only you both got, always finding yourselves drawn together. Like peanut butter and jam.

Tonight was no different. Stolen glances, secret smiles, small gestures—a drink poured, a joke shared. It felt like the universe had conspired to create this night, perfect in its simplicity.

As the bottle spun again, landing on Johnny, Mark seemed to relax a little. Johnny' announced, "I would kiss Haechan right now," followed by exaggerated kissy faces, breaking the tension, and everyone laughed. The night carried on, filled with warmth and laughter, as the cold city outside seemed a distant memory.

Gradually, the energy waned, and your friends started to drift off to sleep. As you began to tidy up, Mark stood to help, falling into easy conversation.

"Well done, man. I'm proud of you," he said, his voice soft and sincere. "We've talked about this for so long, and to see you here, achieving it... it's beautiful. Y/N, it's an honor to watch you grow."

You smiled, his words warming you from the inside. You talked about the journey, the hard work, and the excitement of what lies ahead. Flirty looks and light-hearted giggles punctuated the conversation, a very familiar dance between the two of you.

A moment of surprise, you gasped "MARK!" and he playfully hushed you, Mark's hand gently covering your mouth. The touch sent a thrill through you, his eyes locking with yours.

"Sorry... mark," you whispered, both of you giggling.

"Yes, darling?" he teased.

"I need to show you something" you said, taking his hand and leading him to your room.

He collapsed onto your bed, a familiar scene, legs sprawled, hat tipped low. You rummaged through your bookshelf, mumbling titles until you found the one you were looking for.

"I want you to read this," you said, presenting him with the book. "I know the title suggests it's for women, but I think everyone should read it. It'll help you understand yourself in a deeper way."

He took the book, scanning the cover and blurb, nodding thoughtfully. "It does seem interesting."

Satisfied with his response, you began pacing the room, animatedly discussing the book and the journey it took you on. He listened intently, as he always did, making you feel like your words were the most important thing in the world.

Mark always heard you.

"I don't know, man... I think this will be good," he said, a touch of vulnerability in his voice. "I've been thinking about this a lot. Even before coming here, I panicked because I couldn't find my hat."

You stopped, turning to face him, giving him your full attention.

"I just feel safer with a hat on, you know? It’s like a shield," he admitted, his voice soft. "Or like a mask... my spider mask." A light hearted giggle fell from his mouth.

Stepping closer, you stood between his legs, a tender look in your eyes. Maybe it was the rosé, maybe it was the unspoken tension all night, but you reached out, gently lifting his face to meet yours.

"But..." you whispered, holding his gaze. "But you have such a pretty face. Why hide it?"

The room seemed to shrink, the air thick with unspoken words and possibilities. Your eyes traced the line of his jaw, then drifted down to his lips. Time slowed, and your breath hitched.

"Yeah?" His voice was lower, his eyes darkening as he bit his lip. His hand found its way to the back of your knee, steadying you.

As if by some magnetic force, your hands traveled up to his neck, fingers lightly brushing the soft skin. You pulled off his hat, revealing his face in the warm glow of the room. His features were delicate, almost ethereal, and you studied him like a painting, your heart pounding.

"Such a pretty boy," you murmured, leaning in. And then, your lips met his.

It felt like the world had shifted, like the universe had stopped to witness this moment. His lips were soft, warm, fitting perfectly against yours. It was as if everything had led to this—the long talks, the shared dreams, the stolen glances. This was the culmination of it all.

His hands traveled up your legs, settling on your waist, pulling you closer. The kiss deepened, a tender urgency building as you lost yourself in him. His heartbeat was a drum against your chest, echoing the wild rhythm of your own.

Just as you began to trace your nails down his neck, a loud "AHEM" broke the spell.

You both jumped, pulling away, breathless. Johnny stood at the door, smirking.

"So, there’s your answer, huh?" he teased, a knowing glint in his eye.

You and Mark exchanged a look, a silent agreement that this was only the beginning. In the quiet of the night, under the soft glow of the city lights, everything felt just right. It was perfect.

[alexturntable]

💪🏾 + 🐶

[zhouxiangs]

[game-weaver]

"'m awake..." he needs coffee. Stat.

[drops-of-universe]

[chamaleonsoul]

Wildflower, fingertips on me

I can feel them still

[petrovna-zamo]

200 episodes of UNHhhh!

[kittiefemme]

does any butch with greyscale tattoos need a femme to color them in or

[infula]

♈ the living dead girl ♈

[tosteur-gluteal]

uh haha since when did THAT happen????