#im so upset im

[a-ikuoliver]

only way i could ever be into satoru is just as a ruse to get closer to suguru

[rafeandonlyrafe]

well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

[hinamie]

in spite of everything, I had fun <3

[lxnarphase]

being stressed and ranting about your day to satoru while your hand is wrapped around his cock, stroking him and teasing his tip so much. all he can muster up is cute whimpers and gasps and little 'uh-huh's and 'mmhm's as he tries to listen but cant because you look too pretty all grumpy and upset, thick globs of cum dribbling out of his cock pitifully as you unknowingly overstimulate him into his next orgasm.

[lunamay3]

Jorge, when he said the sirens wouldn’t be in Epic:

[rapidhighway]

the thing that caused me so much grief last night but now i feel better about it fdnghgdfggd

[t0tally-n0t-3m0]

The name Jonathan means 'God has given' while the surname Sims means 'He who hears' and I could write an essay on the importance of the name and how it connects to the plot of tma but I CANT because all Jonny did was PLAGIARIZE his FUCKING BIRTH CERTIFICATE

[cthulhum]

i lied theres no sex. were gonna sit down and watch supernatural while we analyze the way almost every character is queer coded especially dean

[enduracarrotchips]

devastated abt champions tunic upgrade materials

[decideroffacts]

not active in the wc fandom here but sometimes they say cool shit

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[bloomdoom1]

[umblrspectrum]

3 years of this godforsaken show

[luek]

i was gonna make a post saying how much i love and adore these early designs for castform but i can't get over the fact that their names are zaza and googoo

[beastlyidiocy]

my sweet old man who is genuinely too kind for the world he lives in :(

[deeducing]

was scrolling through my gallery and these were next to each other