#i mean nothing by it

[midnightfire830]

[Sneaks in]

Hehehe.. uh hi guys!

Sorry I haven’t been active much. I’ve been busy and my attention has been somewhat… uhhh… occupied with other fandoms.

sorry about that. So. Uh. Yeah.

Here’s the drawings I’ve made of my current obsession. A full render, sketch and directional lighting exercises.

Mkay I’ll resign myself to the pit of shame.

Bye!

✌️

[caressthosecheekbones]

Nick thinks he has to try at least.

Who knows when or even if the opportunity will ever present itself again.

His wrist turned in a quite uncomfortable way, the cake dangling precariously from his fingers he holds it to Taylor's lips.

"...there you go, yeah" he thinks a little breathlessly, when Taylor actually takes a bite.

A Delicate, Little Bite. With his toothpaste advertisement-worthy teeth in his big, beautiful mouth.

While Nick's eyes are fixated on Taylor's mouth, chewing the sweet treat, he can feel heat rising in his cheeks underneath all the makeup.

And the not insignificant amount of cream stuck to his own bottom lip and chin which he doesn't lick away. Yet.

He does know what his mouth looks like and he rather prefers it that way. Here and now at least, thank you very much.

Does Taylor even consider the cake a treat though?

The cake on his lip?

Nick doesn't know.

Only knows he loves to watch him eat it.

Anything really.

Watch Taylor eat all the food with his usually super strict healthy "only x gram of carbs today", his veiny arms and tiny waist and probably less than 7% bodyfat.

As opposed to... Nick doesn't actually mind being a little on the squishy side. His granny used to say people were supposed to be grabbable and he's always liked it in women. In himself as well as he knows it's actually balancing his broad chest and full lips.

This other man here next to him on the floor though.

Eating out of his hand literally?

Lean as a racehorse.

Lean to be fed. Properly.

His mind goes to Hensel & Gretel and the wicked witch who made Hensel eat and eat and eat to... eat him later.

Completely lost in his thoughts now, eyes still fixated on a chewing Taylor, Nick thinks that cannibalistic implications aside, he surely wouldn't mind to eat Taylor sometime.

Precisely his cock.

Needless to say: If he was amenable.

Nick realises he wishes he could feed him a whole fucking cake one day and get himself a nice not-so-little treat of a different kind afterwards.

Or during. He's not going to be picky about the timing.

When or if the opportunity ever presents itself...

[thecluelessdoctor]

*WHEEZES*

I was playing TOTK with my buddies on Friday and I am 90 percent sure one of them is bisexual now.

We were on the Ganondorf fight, and my friend I was playing with (Tucker) continued to insult Ganondorf every time he got hit, or Ganon dodged. But *CACKLES* he at one point said "fuck you your ugly" completely annoyed, and then he adds "as I say that to the hotest character in the game."

I agree he is but like

TUCKER DATS HOMO/lh/hj

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[aerial-ace]

sick and tired of seeing these ace trainers brag about their super smart badass level 100 shiny mons.

This is Sol. She is a fucking idiot. She regularly forgets that she is a flying type and sits at the bottom of cabinets n such crying cause she doesn't know how to get up. I would die for her.

[chloesimaginationthings]

That was Michael’s room in FNAF 4,,

[diableriezer]

i like senshi pantyshots as much as the next guy but this whole "danmeshi fandom is progressive and feminist bc senshi is sexualised while marcille and falin are not" is getting annoying terf-y and gross there's plenty of smutty farcelle fanworks, there's plenty of eroticism in canon. the lack of gratuitous feteshisation is good yes, but "wlw ships are good bc they're sexless and pure" is a tired and bigoted take

[panthermouthh]

“Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?”

[egophiliac]

can't believe that skeleman has turned on us, and Halloween Prom is tomorrow.

(what a top-tier UM...we are about to be just totally obliterated in the absolute silliest way. what possible use could this power have outside of bringing us to the brink of utter holiday disaster.)

[dano-or-not]

I find it really wonderful and comforting that Mob Psycho 100 is so inherently optimistic, even though its main message, “you are not special” sounds so mean at face-value. Being special means that something matters more than something else of the same category. Being special at baking? Great! Being special at math? Super! Being special at bodybuilding? Neat! Having so many people have such unique special abilities is what makes the world work. But having a special ability doesn’t mean that someone who doesn't match your special ability matters less than you. You can't be special for simply existing, because that would mean someone else isn't. You aren't special because you inherently matter.

[sailor-moon-moon]

Happy Amok Time Day, friendly reminder that Theodore Sturgeon, the writer of the episode, is credited with the first positive portrayal of homosexuality in science fiction with his short story The World Well Lost (1953), 14 years before Amok Time aired. Which could mean nothing.

[housederiva]

I just finished reading Tevinter Nights and it's a shame how a lot of low income folks like me don’t have access to it or any of the other Dragon Age novels or the cookbook or the two editions of world of Thedas *sigh* I did put a photo of my cat right here though if you want to see how beautiful he is, please ignore the loose pdf files in the folder!

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[arielluva]

midsummer’s night dream redraw/study/whatever but its utenanthy

original reference under cut

[abyssalzones]

something something "wearing a microfiber cloth in my back pocket to let the best buy employees know I'm cruising" idr how the post goes

[akanemnon]

I don't like this place. It's turning everyone edgy and sad.

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