#kisses u on the head

[mothofmany]

i hope every alter thats deemed a persecutor, for whatever reason, a good day today.

[tonibeltran]

x. status -> closed for @hairpintvrns (deacon) x. location -> somewhere in oak gardens

The room Antonio’s chosen to dedicate to his smoking is depressing. He’d thought the size of it wouldn’t matter, so long as there were sufficient windows, but as he sits on one of the armchairs he’d procured from some overly-animated guy on Craigslist (“Whoa! Aren’t you the guy from Amethyst? What are you doing buying off some sketchy site? Can I get a picture? Legend!”) and blowing out of one of said windows, he’s starting to think it might be less helpful than he thought. It’s the smallest room in this godforsaken house, but when it’s only populated by an inordinate number of bongs and unrolled joints, the size of it feels a little suffocating.

He has to do it in a room that Moon doesn’t have access to, though, because he’s many things, but he’s not someone who would endanger his cat. No matter how often she meows indignantly at him through the door. “It’s for your own good,” Toni calls out to her every time, and every time she meows back at him like a jilted teenager. He sighs, figuring he’s been locked in here getting high for long enough — he may as well come out of there and give her the attention she so desperately craves. Just as he kneels on the armchair cushion to properly close the window, his nose wrinkles in distaste at an unpleasant smell that wafts in from the outside. “What the fuck,” he mutters, closing the window in a huff. He leaves the weed room, sparing a pet for Moon before making his way out to his front lawn. 

He stands there, befuddled, taking a deep breath. The stench is not as prominent here, he notes. This may be a product of how high he is, to be honest, but the thought doesn’t stop him from following his nose like a hound, away from his front lawn and down the neighborhood’s sidewalk. He’s not sure just how far he gets into this sniffing debacle when he realizes he’s stopped smelling anything, and is instead stranded in some random house’s front lawn, probably looking insane. 

Before he can flee, his peripheral vision catches sight of a familiar figure — tall, handsome, and the architect of many nights of pleasure. Deacon Edwards, of all people, stands near this particular front lawn, looking just as handsome as the day Toni had first laid eyes on him. It’d been intoxicating, to witness such a prominent figure simply be, something Antonio had a lot of trouble with even back in those days. He thinks if he really puts his mind to it, he can probably remember what Deacon tastes like, though that seems like an inappropriate thought to be having in the middle of the day on a stranger’s front lawn.

Treading carefully, he approaches the other, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. “Deacon?” he calls, making sure the sight of him is not also the byproduct of the weed. “Deacon Edwards,” he grins. “Either you don’t age or I’ve accidentally stepped through a time machine.”

[1nj3ct10n]

Lilac, azure, french rose, and space. For your ask game.

<3 <3 <3

[yuwuta]

you ask yuuta if he wants a bite of your food and when he says yes you offer your plate to him, but he’s just sat there looking at you with his dumb big bambi boy eyes and his mouth slightly open and he will not look away or blink or close his mouth until you lift your fork to his lips to feed him and then he grins like shit’s sweet and hums about how good the food is like nothing happened like he’s not ridiculously attractive. gonna chew on steel

[shepscapades]

7. Lincolnshire Posy: II. — Composed by Percy Grainger, Performed by the Dallas Wind Symphony

It’s been on my mind lately that I had a lot of these Spotify song requests that I finished and never got around to posting, so I’m gonna try to chip away at posting these over the next few weeks! BUT Hi Ghost :] It’s so funny this was the song you ended up getting the number for; I had actually listened to it on loop during the deepest trenches of ranchers brainrot however many months ago, so I’m really happy I ended up being able to draw something for them!! <3 This is also the part where I expose myself for being an unashamed band kid =w= Grainger’s one of my favorite composers, so I listen to his works a lot and couldn’t help associating the really soft hopeful horns with this kind of healing period for the ranchers ;w;

I probably won’t ever really go into the details of the m-1 server’s overall plot, but I think the general vibe for m-1 ranchers is that these little moments of soft sunlight and healing bones were some of the most needed for them, so that’s why scenes like this always stand out in my mind <3 Context aside though, I think m-1 ranchers are just super sweet so!! figured I’d Full-Send share this soft doodle of them :]

[puppyeared]

good morning sifloop nation

[wiklm]

worlds worst polycule

[suntails]

200 years

[bloominglegumes]

whoever recently sent me the ask about jazzprowl yuri i deleted it by accident im so sorry but i fully agree. world is harsh and cold tiddy soft and warm

[cutie-lumi]

Let's make a deal~ ❤️

[teddybeartoji]

husband toji kissing ur awake because he wants ur first thoughts every morning to be him !!!

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺SOBBBING WAILING CRYINGG THIS IS SO SWEET LUNNIE WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCKKK he definitely takes his time to admire you just a bit before placing the first kiss:(((( u just look so prettyy wahhhhh and ooooohhhh the first one is the softest one too... right on your lips but it's so light bc he's scared to wake you just yet but he. Needed to do it okay

and then he's kind of nosing against your cheek a little while pressing himself closer to you, his hands are slipping under your shirt because he craves the skin to skin contact so fucking bad. he cracks a sleepy smile when you move around a little under him ur just so fucking cute!!!!!!! your eyebrows furrow and you pout in your sleep when he pulls away to look at you🥺🥺🥺 and then he just goes full in. he can't help it!!!!!!!! he's kissing your cheeks and your nose and your forehead and right under your eyes and the bridge of your nose and your jaw and your chin and that gets you squirming a little more. he gives you a warm hum as he waits for you to come to him. he wants to see you already. he wants to look at you. he wants your full attention.

[l0verseyes]

only fitting i end my ULTRACELLS set w/ this. i think

[you-and-me-always-forever]

{ I miss these guys so much....holey moley!!! Like..I wish I was back in my old gb era- one day!! They will forever be in my heart with a warm blanket.. }

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// Miss this fandom so much! Told yall i'd give art...just took....a couple years. Looking at my old art is quite diabolical but seeing the progress is epic! Trying adding all fellas: where's peck you ask? I ate him; hungr. //

[spindle-and-nima]

i cant stop saying the word sneeping because of you oh my god its so funny. hes sneeping

Oh my god that's one sneepy boy if I ever seen one

[respectthepetty]

I was showing up for whatever YinWar and Dee Hup were going to give me in Jack & Joker: U Steal My Heart, but now that I've watched the trailer, I'm seated, sat, and sitted.

First off, LOOK AT THIS!

LOOK AT IT!

Yin and War have always been pretty, but to have them in a show where they can and will fuck each other up is what my dreams are made of.

Just beautiful men trying to put other beautiful men in chokeholds. Bless.

But there also seems to be some bad bitches in this club!

So I have no idea who is "good" and who is "bad"

And I think that is something the show is leaning into since Joke destroyed Jack's life, setting Jack on a dark path, yet Joke is trying to make up for his past wrongs. Nobody is bad. Nobody is good. Everyone is just trying.

Except this dude. He just seems very bad.

Although I don't know about Hope since he was fighting other beautiful men as well.

And because I'm rooting for a Mark x Prom kiss, I'm hoping if the show does make Aran an actual bad guy, he'll at least be a bad guy who Tattoo wants to make out with eight times a day, morning, noon, and night.

Because Tattoo and Hoy deserve a little treat after being born with the curse of poverty, threatened, and beaten up.

And seeing Joke in a blonde wig and a tight shirt doesn't count as a little treat.

But beyond the plot, I'm showing up for the colors!

Joke is a Red Rascal who causes havoc wherever he goes.

And Jack is the Blue Boy turned Black Brooder after Joke flipped his life upside down.

I'm already unwell about this dynamic.

Because it is the great color-coded pair where one is spontaneous and energetic and the other is calculated and reserved.

And they will easily feed into each other.

So after a bit, it'll be hard to see where one ends,

And the other begins.

So even though there will be tears,

And I'm praying nothing happens to the grandma,

I know all will end well.

Because color-coded boys in love get happy endings (in their color-coded blankets).

It's science.

[witchrealms]

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