#i love ya all

[madalenadrops]

Both. Both is good.

♥️ 🧡 💛 💙

[flynncorvus]

WHA-

Broshimiskies. How.

I'm just a little guy in my little Hellhole of Tumblr-

Thank you to my Mooties, and to any blog-scrollers out there! (@minkschasijasi can confirm, I talk about each and every one of you, I love you all)

Imma go make a 'Thank you' art, see you by... the 25/26, when I get back from Hawii. <3 ya all, I literally cannot-

We'll Meet Again, Don't Know Where- Don't know When~ But I Know We'll Meet Again Some Sunny Day~~~!!!

[sassenashsworld]

Scusi?

Here, ici!

Merci

[that-one-cat-meow]

101 POSTS

AND 11 FOLLOWERS!

THANK YOU!

[mroddmod]

they are like puppies. 2 me

[inkskinned]

having good & true friends will literally save and protect you in a million unfathomable ways. like okay we have written so many times about lovers. but the way a platonic friend laughs and cries with you. the way they hold your hand at 14 years old and at 34. the way they keep a little silver tie to you, touching base over and over and over. how you can go years without talking, only to re-meet and discover: oh shit! you're still cool!

there are people who have been in my life for more than half of it, and i have loved every version of them. do you know how fucking beautiful that is. yeah love will save the world. but the way friends love you is gonna save the you.

[sanctus-ingenium]

and when you do swallow the sun, what next? | buy a print of this piece here

[blondie-drawings]

I recently got a bunch of TNG novels at a charity shop and this passage from the FIRST BOOK is making me feel craaaaazy

[katnissandpeetamellark]

More random Incorrect quotes 🫶

[quelmdn]

🤲💚

[theoldkyokodied]

One wedding and three funerals

Background paintings under the cut

[hinamie]

every so often i have to relearn how to draw yuuji or he starts fighting me

[the-raindeer-king]

(A/N: prt 4 and the finale of the Mama Riley au! Thanks for all the support and nice comments. It means the world to me! No content warnings. Enjoy!!)

If the ground would swallow him whole, Simon would consider that a blessing. God, he never should've asked his mom about you. Of course she'd clock him. Who knows the man better than his own mom?

He stares blankly at you for far too long. Long enough that you're wondering if there was a chance Mama Riley had it all wrong. You open your mouth, ready to backtrack the statement, when Simon settles a hand on your thigh.

“I… yeah. It's true,” he answers you. He tells you it's fine if you don't feel the same. You were his mom's friend first, and he can see how deeply you care about her and vice versa. He wants his mom to be happy.

“What about what you want?” You ask, curious.

Simon's quiet for a moment, thinking. He wants to marry you, but that might be a bit much to admit right out the gate. So he gathers his nerves, and quietly admits, “I want to kiss you.”

You can't help but smile in response. You lean in a little closer to him, your eyes already half lidded. “I want you to kiss me,” you reply softly.

The kiss is a little awkward. It takes Simon a second to get comfortable in the kiss, but it's good once he does. (You find out later on that it's his second kiss.) His hands come to cradle your face, tipping your head back to deepen the kiss. That's when the kiss becomes perfect, the kind that makes your head spin.

You break away at the sound of the door opening. Simon's hands linger in your face for a moment longer, before he drops them back down to his sides. But you're quick to lace your fingers with his, more than eager to start displaying affection. You've been holding back for far too long.

Mama Riley smiles at the both of you, a coffee in hand. “You kids get your feelings worked out?” She teases.

You and Simon share a look, before responding simultaneously.

“Yes, ma'am.”

“Yeah, Mum.”

Going to sleep that night is incredibly bittersweet. You two finally made progress, just barely started your relationship, and he's leaving in the morning. Simon has never hated his job more than now. He's waited, since the day y'all met, for this, and he doesn't feel like he even has a chance to enjoy it.

But it makes returning, two months later, all the more worth it. This isn't the first time you've gone with Mama Riley to pick him up, but this time is different. There's no fanfare, no balloons or signs, although you and Mama Riley had joked about it. But there is a new energy in the air, excitement to see your boyfriend.

He's easy to spot amongst the crowd, tall and imposing. But you see the way his shoulders sag with relief, when he spots you two. He greets his mom first, crushing her in a hug. There's some whispered words between the two of them, before Simon turns his attention to you.

He hesitates, before tugging his face mask down. “Can I kiss you?”

You can't help but giggle a little, nodding your head. His hands move to cradle your face, so gentle despite the horrors he's witnessed. And when your lips meet his, Simon decides there's no better way to welcome him home.

[super-un-stable]

Two cents. 1 failed evil experiment to another

[hitwiththetmnt]

Sad Robot P1 | P2

[shadowchargertomyyoong]

being straight is so hard

like all the "homies" act so gay and 🎀🎀 around each other and you're holding hands and stuff, go on what are basically dates cuz you dont pull ANYONE else...and then for a few moments it feels so surreal smtimes that you forget that y'all are "acting gay", but then the moment passes and you shake yourself out of it until you reach back home and lay awake all night, staring at the ceiling, questioning your identity, wondering "what if....?"

Being is bi is so hard like everyone thinks u r straight so u convince urself that u r straight

then look at that one girl and be like "Oh fuck maybe I am not"