#never mind.

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

what if gabriel wore a skirt and he leaned over and all the filths could see his bare ass

He’s already wearing a skirt all the time.. but I get it. He should be bending over so true

Anyway this is what would happen

[astronomodome]

personally I think joel smallishbeans should be a transgender allegory more often

[lesbiangiratina]

[taste-thewaste]

Official request for ficlet involving Bowie Inspired Boots because you write the best kink!

no YOU write the best kink!! but i humbly offer this to you anyway bestie <3 this is rated porn!

Henry stands in the full length mirror and admires himself. His hair is out of its customary coif, flopping in his eyes. He's wearing a pair of tight jeans and a mesh shirt. The real kicker--pun intended-- is the shoes. Henry is wearing a pair of go-go boots inspired by David Bowie. They have a blue glittery heel, a large red lightning bolt on the main part of the shoe.

Alex? Alex is practically drooling.

This Henry did not exist six months ago, before their move to New York. This Henry had been locked away, curled up, hidden from sight, and now that he is here, living with Alex, he is allowed to be out in the open. Henry loves boots with heels and mesh shirts and the occasional nice set of lingerie. It is both surprising and entirely what Alex expected of him.

Alex comes into the room and stands behind him, circles his arms around Henry's waist and leans his head on Henry's shoulder. "You look fucking good, baby."

"Do, don't I?" Henry says with an air of confidence that fills Alex with happiness.

"You do. Those boots are..."

"Wham bam, thank you, ma'am?" The smile on Henry's face is contagious. He's so proud of himself.

"That's about the size of it," Alex says, chuckling. Alex's hands wander south, palming Henry through the tight fabric of his jeans. "They're really working for me."

Henry hums a little, his hips thrusting up just the tiniest bit to rub against Alex's hand. Alex, in turn, undoes the button on Henry's jeans, licks his palm, and slips his hands inside his briefs.

"You're so pretty, baby," Alex croons in Henry's ear as he starts to stroke, increasing in speed. "It took everything in me not to pin you to the ground when I came in here and saw you in these fucking boots."

Henry's eyes are heavy-lidded, his mouth hanging open as little grunts of pleasure slip out. "Alex," he murmurs, then he opens his eyes and watches himself in the mirror. Fuck, Alex thinks. He knows how good he looks.

"I want you to watch," Alex says in Henry's ear, jerking him off harder and faster. "Want you to watch in the mirror at what kind of man you've become since coming here. The kind in fancy boots and mesh shirts, the kind who absolutely loves when his boyfriend makes him feel pretty and desirable."

The power of Bowie and a beautiful pair of boots fills both of them as Henry lets out a sharp wail and comes into Alex's hand after a few more moments. He stares directly into Alex's eyes in the mirror as he comes, desperate and wild-eyed. His legs are shaking, the heels of the boots clattering a little on the floor, and Alex licks the stray drop of sweat dripping down Henry's cheek.

"How was it?" Alex asks, and Henry nods wildly.

"You're a starman," Henry says, and Alex throws back his head and laughs.

[blackvahana]

Working on this piece representing the Architects of ANVD, ignoring that it's orange instead of red I'm working with what I've got on hand (an orange with way more pigment strength than the piddly pink I put over it) lmfao, but anyway.

The Architects are represented specifically by the unfurling triangles around circles, the circle in the middle is the solar force and NML - veiled by NML is more accurate.

Thinking about the underlying mirror... It makes sense. Polarity is Where. Where is Polarity. If Polarity also is the fabric-before-fabric.... The legitimisation of a thing existing is Polarity. Polarity is the gate system into being

[engagemythrusters]

do yall have foods that yall are upset you don't like?

mine's hummus and sushi. i want to like those SO bad. i keep retrying hummus thinking THIS TIME and then i just don't and it's fucking upsetting.

[porciaenjoyer]

when they were trying to put barbie in the box. oh never mind

[emosyzoth]

The sillyster

[isagaiia]

jayce is so greedy smh

[tuttle-did-it]

David Tennant for Prime Minister, please.

edit- Since this is getting so much attention, edited to include descriptions of screenshots.

This woman has lost her fucking mind.

Jo, are you okay?

[prlssprfctn]

I actually need some fanfic, where Bruce and Jason are in the middle of some argument, and a casual (and a well-practiced with Dick before) sentence leaves his mouth, something along the lines "How old do you think you are?!", meaning that he is acting childishly. And because Jason is irritated, and his tongue runs loose in his anger, he screams back that he is nineteen, and Bruce just freezes, because... Oh. Jason is nineteen. He is a fucking kid - his kid - that lost years of his teenhood, and was forced back without anyone giving him a space to catch up, with everyone else already treating him like an adult... When he isn't.

[aroacedavestrider]

people will hear you talk about struggling with mental illness and say “you can do anything if you just put your mind to it”. brother what part of the body does the mental illness happen in. what do you think is the problem

[beebfreeb]

[a-a-lost-munchkin]

I Can’t Help But Wonder

Odysseus, who just violently and mercilessly murdered 108 or so men, who claims in the next song that he’s no longer a kind or gentle man, actively listens to Telemachus and kindly and gently responds to everything his son’s expressed.

Telemachus asks, “Am I like you? Am I strong like you? Will you embrace me? Will you love and accept me as yours?” He says, “I’ve felt so alone.”

And Odysseus claims him in a heartbeat, answering, “My son. My boy. My sweetest joy I’ve ever known. I embraced you twenty years ago. I’d do the impossible for you. I’d die for you.” He says, “Seeing the men here today, I can only wonder what you’ve been through for twenty years. My son, you’re already strong. You’re my own. You’re not alone. I’m home.”

And then they fucking embrace.

[trekkerac]

Winning is just doing better than your competition

[theartofmadeline]

i promise i wouldn't blame you