#might delete this later !

[lilislegacy]

would love a scene of someone who doesn’t take percy or his physical strength seriously and then getting their shit rocked. imagine them getting percy all worked up and pissed off, and then smiling and taunting him; “what, you wanna hit me big guy? go ahead.” and then percy punching them, which throws them like 10 feet back, breaks their nose, and fully dislocates their jaw. because they didn’t realize that percy is actually extremely strong (which is canon)

but alas, none of that will ever happen because percy isn’t allowed to be impressive or intimidating anymore

[poummiee]

Making this post to say that I'll be taking a few drawing requests tonight (want to draw but no inspo)

Also tell me your opinion about this Narumitsu WIP please!! I want their meeting to have a soft feeling about it but idk if I achieved it. Also the lighting came to me in a dream so no idea if it makes sense lol

[quaintcy]

daud wip i might never finish

[skibasyndrome]

I'm being such a baby rn, can you guys just...... tell me what your wilmons are doing rn real quick? 😭

[redstrawbluestraw]

My research project is finally done thank fuck anyways if you like this post you can thank @sleepy-stories

trying to draw Felix more like in the twisted tales style but idk if I like it 😭😭🙏

[jesterjaxx]

Augh what if he slayed amiright?

[anachronismstellar]

Oh God. Oh God I need to sleep but I was going through my FMA tag and-

Guys. GUYS.

I know our little munchkin man hamster does not like pain but imagine Shang Qinghua and tattoos.

Shang Qinghua with spells covering his arms and body like Scar from FMA- LIKE-

[Scar's Array-Tattoo by AssassinoDelleOmbre on DeviantArt]

LOOK HOW COOL IT IS!!!

AND HE CAN KEEP THEM HIDDEN UNDER HIS 26272 ROBES

Can you imagine Mobei-Jun's face when he sees those???

Idk I want another tattoo I'm kinda sleep deprived I need to go to bed but yea

Tattooed Shang Qinghua yes please and thank you

[millenianthemums]

i probably shouldn’t post about my private medical issues on the internet. but this is just too funny. i went to the doctor because i kept overheating super easily and having what felt like hot flashes. the doctor said it was probably my meds, but had me do a blood test just in case. today she called me and said “so it seems like your body might not be making estrogen anymore.”

she said it could be INSANELY early menopause, which i honestly would be delighted by. she said it’s not life-threatening, and i’d love to not have periods or fears about pregnancy anymore. but tbh, my immediate thought when she said that was “did my body start magically transitioning by itself because i wanted to so bad??? like a frog??????”

[cactusisconfused]

I’m having ✨thoughts✨

Aroace(?) Soap

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Soap doesn’t understand why he feels this way for Ghost- he’s never felt this way before. Not for anyone. No woman, no man- no one.

Yet when Soap is around Simon, his mind swarms with thoughts he’s never had before. Thoughts of wanting to hold the man close. To listen to his deep, gravely, stupidly handsome British accent.

He’s so scared that it’s love- romantic love.

Soap isn’t emotionless, he loves with his whole mind and heart to the point it’s fucked him over in more ways than one- but never has he felt this.

He’s dated of course, because that’s what you’re supposed to be doing growing up. He’d dated a few girls. They were pretty, but that idea only rendered as a fact, with no emotion behind it. Like how a sunset can be beautiful but you wouldn’t take a sunset out on a date.

His relationship started when he was fourteen. A girl confessed her love, and Soap thought that’s all it took to be in love, for someone to say a ‘magic’ word. He didn’t understand that he was supposed to feel something.

She would try to kiss him, hug him, and he would give it back but it was never honest. Kissing felt wrong, felt nothing like how it seemed in the movies. They only lasted a few weeks.

He dated another girl a year later, his older sister Leah, had put them on a blind date. The girl was sweet, and again objectively pretty, but he felt…nothing.

He’s heard people talk about love, about the butterflies in one’s stomach, how everything would seem to zero in on one person. But as he looked at her from across the table, he felt nothing. He tried again, thinking that he just needed to wait for something to click.

She tried to advance things, Soap couldn’t get past taking his shirt off before making a piss poor excuse to leave. He doesn’t know why he felt like he needed to leave- why his skin was crawling at the thought of being intimate. But he did, and when he got an earful the next day from her, he had no good argument.

The girl had looked at Soap for a long moment before gently asking if Soap was gay. If that’s why his kisses never felt true, why there was no love- romantic love.

Soap at the time agreed with her, one for an out and two as it felt like a solid explanation for the way he was acting. He’d never felt anything towards guys, but maybe that’s because he’s never tried, he had never thought about it.

Soap had just turned seventeen when a guy friend of his admitted his attraction to Soap. Again, Soap looked at the man, dark brown hair, decent build, a kind man. Soap agreed regardless, already hating himself for going through with it. But maybe- maybe he is into guys and just…needs to get to know him more.

The two go on many dates and they last for almost a year. Soap could almost convince himself that he was truly in love.

Looking back, he wonders if he only felt that way because this man was the only one who saw Soap for who he was, and not the face he puts on for everyone else.

But Soap knows he was pushing his luck, knows he was leading the man on. The guilt had eaten him whole.

Three good people, all gave their undying love to Soap, and he gave nothing in return.

He doesn’t know why he doesn’t feel how they felt- doesn’t know whats wrong with him. Why he can’t feel romance, why he’s never wanted sex.

He joins the military the next year, and he forgets about those feelings. Relationships aren’t meant to happen between soldiers and the one night stands are easy enough to dodge- both from men and women.

He had completely forgotten about all of it.

He had.

He really had.

Until Simon fucking Riley.

Until he saw that beast of a man dressed as the fucking grim reaper.

It wasn’t in an instant that he felt these new emotions. It was well after Las Almas and well after they catch Makarov.

Throughout that time, Soap and Simon got close, closer than either had truly expected. They flirted, though it was all banter of course.

Until it wasn’t.

Until Soap realized as he watched Ghost move through a warehouse through a sniper optic, that he found he meant it.

Then he started thinking and thinking. He couldn’t stop.

He couldn’t stop himself from getting jealous when anyone else looked at Simon with a suggestive glance. How he couldn’t stop thinking about holding him close, closer than Soap had let anyone before. How he had thought about pulling Simon close and have his lips meet the other’s.

It scares him.

Even if this is love- romantic love- he doesn’t feel like it’s enough. That he wouldn’t be a good enough partner, like how he was with the others in the past. What if these thoughts are the same as the last guy’s, he’s just going through some mental hoops to make him think it’s romantic?

Not to mention, Simon is his fucking superior- and his closest friend.

If he admitted his ‘love’ and for some reason Simon agreed, what if it goes away? What if he can’t recuperate once more? He’ll ruin their friendship and Soap can’t bare the thought of seeing Ghost take place of Simon.

He’s in turmoil and has no idea what to do with it.

He can’t tell gaz, he wouldn’t understand why Soap feels like he’s going crazy for feeling romantic for the first time. And like hell can he tell price, for the same reasons, plus insubordination. Price is a chill man, Soap knows that, but why stir a pot that’s already way past boiling.

So he’s stuck, with nothing but his journal and swarming feelings that make no sense.

-

Lmao, imagine identifying as aro ace for years and then boom, nada. Hahhahahahha. Definitely not projecting on him.

Definitely.

Anyway.

Have a good day (●’◡’●)ﾉ

[anndestiel]

fixed mishas new post guys 👍

[paunchbunny]

god i want someone who wants to eat me. i want someone who obsesses with my growth and my flavor and i want someone who tucks my hair behind my ear and plays innocent while they salivate behind their lips and dream of my blood on their tongue and I want someone who thinks about how best to carve my flesh while they hold me and dote on me. i want someone who considers spices and glazes while they run their hands along my soft naked skin and yearns to see the fear in my eyes like a hogs before slaughter and I want someone who dreams of how I will smell just before they take their first bite.

i want someone who is obsessed with me in the deepest most primal way

[ghostforwhat]

i didn’t want to hijack any post but I want to ramble abt the reason that people struggle with viewing Will and Hannibal’s relationship as something not romantic is very much rooted in heteronormativity and the overall portrayal of love in a straight sense. Like i honestly think they can’t see it because they’ve never been presented with such an overtly queer interpretation of love, ie the desire to be seen, to be known, while dreading it at the same time. Like they see the show and they think that it can’t be love because love in a straight sense is generally seen as healing or uplifting, they conflate love with hope and only view it through the lens of light, as something to search for and be healed when it’s finally found and announce it loudly as a triumph to consummate it. Whereas looking through a queer scope, love is often sudden and awful and a constant struggle whether its with yourself or with another, it’s pulled into a dark place and kept hidden and protected, a possessiveness at finally having something be truly yours and an equal wretched fear at losing it again through your own hesitation. Queer love can be explicit but oftentimes in literature, in films, in worldly experience, there’s a necessity to hold back and to obfuscate the true depth of feeling in front of others. Like multiple times on screen, we hear the most profound declaration possible from both of them but it falls flat on heteronormative ears because it’s not always a pleasant interpretation, it’s something that makes them feel ashamed for wanting and they cringe away but when queer people hear it, they stop short and go still like a train is coming down the tracks, to be presented with someone who sees the worst in you and delights in it is nothing short of an impossibility, it’s literal unconditional love spoken aloud to each other with no room for doubt and a socially acceptable kind of love is rarely like that. It’s only announced to the two who share it, there’s no need to justify or prove or even celebrate in front of others because in that moment where you are finally known everything else slips away. It doesn’t require explanation or declaration because the person who matters already understands.

[cherikdogfood]

Continued in the reblog

[red-sneakers]

Fun fact for smut fic writers: Did you know that short people can top? 😱 It’s true! You don’t have to make a canonically shorter character taller than another character to write them as the top! It is, in fact, physically and emotionally possible for a shorter person to be dominant!

[blonndiec]

Yuuri: ✨Give me Viktor’s time, if only just for now✨

Me: I’ve been with this Viktor for a month. Here, you can have him Yuuri—I just want to finally be done with him 🥴🎨✍️

[ckgrouchy]

WIP, drop your suggestions