#so it's not a masterpiece

[gongyussy]

good thing from jp twitter this week is queen of old man yaoi michiru sonoo discovering the term old man yaoi

update: somehow it got impossibly more wholesome

quick translation: おかえり: welcome home あ 終わった 終わった: ahhh, it's over! it's done! コーヒー? お茶?: coffee? tea? コ~ヒ~ ありがと: coffee, thank you~ ネクタイレア★★ ネクタイ取るレア★★★★: seeing him with a tie on, rarity level ★★, seeing him take a tie off, rarity level ★★★★ にあうな~: it suits him~

also please do follow: AraigumaSha: sensei's twitter account marureviere: maru, who does such valuable work highlighting bl manga for an international audience

[mad-serotonin]

Take It Easy☀️

[nyaslashthreat]

shout out to when i told my dad about goncharov and he figured out it was fake because i told him "1973 martin scorsese film with robert de niro" and he said that wasn't possible because the godfather came out in 1972 and the godfather part II came out in 1974 and they wouldn't have had time to make a movie in between. a perfectly good jest, foiled by this man's weird and vast knowledge set

[000marie198]

I don't care how excited it might make some people, I don't like this remake

[radioducky]

Casino-DressCode

Excited for the Casino Party in the upcoming chapter “Of Saints and Sinners” by @morningstarwrites 🫶

It was meant to be a sketch…

[sout999]

another hallows' eve. another telltale beat behind the door. twt / store

[the-scarlet-witch-22]

It is so iconic that Agatha became the one thing her toxic ex hates: a ghost

[glossoholicc]

okay buddy

[halcyon-tarragon-marcawin]

Facing Yourself

The air smelled of fresh bread, chocolate, salt, and despair. Those last two could usually not be found in Ella’s bakery, and the development left her a bit uncomfortable.

Her friend Cynthia – who was more of an acquaintance than a friend if they were honest – had come in half an hour prior, with the saddest and most scared facial expression Ella had ever seen on her. It came as a shock, considering how confident the blonde usually seemed, how absolutely sure of herself. Ella had had barely enough time to lock the door and turn the closed sign before Cynthia started crying. And though tears rolled down her face freely, Ella could tell that she still held back, so she ushered her into her little office slash lunch space, where Cynthia promptly sank into the soft sofa and dropped her head into her hands, not even noticing how much she got swallowed up by the cushions.

Before Ella could ask what happened, Cynthia’s shoulders began to shake, and a heart-wrenching sob echoed through the small room. Without hesitation and in one fluid motion, Ella sank down right next to her and pulled the crying woman into her arms. Cynthia went slack against her, and it felt a bit like this usually strong woman had no bone left in her body.

They haven’t spoken, and they continued to sit in silence as Ella let her feel her emotions and cry them out. Beyond rubbing her back and rocking her back and forth, Ella was at a loss as to what she should do. Usually, Cynthia and her only met at social gatherings of mutual friends, or when Cynthia came by for something sweet at the bakery. Ella adored Cynthia and loved spending time with her, they just didn’t know each other all that well because they barely had anything in common to talk about.

After she calmed down a bit, Cynthia told her that Ben, her boyfriend, was cheating on her. Ella had never met Ben, and so she just blinked at Cynthia owlishly while uttering her condolences. More tears rolled down Cynthia’s cheeks as she said, ‘Him cheating isn’t the issue, it’s that I don’t even care.’

Piercing blue eyes stared into Ella’s brown ones, wide and pleading for her to understand. Except Ella couldn’t understand something if she didn’t have sufficient information, which in this case she really didn’t. She chewed on her lower lip, trying to figure out how to react, before finally asking, ‘Cynthia, why are you in a relationship with someone when their cheating on you doesn’t affect you at all?’

Now Cynthia was the one to bite her lip, and she ducked her head to avoid the eye contact she previously sought. Vaguely, she mumbled about how her parents approved of Ben and it had seemed better than being all alone. With a disbelieving stare, Ella said, ‘Cynthia, honey, you have to live with your partner, not your parents. Why aren’t you with someone you love?’

Cynthia’s lower lip started to wobble again, and a restrained sob tore from her throat before she reached out and threw her arms around Ella, hiding her face in the crook of the baker’s neck. Through a fresh wave of tears, she stammered out that she never met a man she could love, and she never thought anyone else was an option. Ella didn’t know Cynthia’s parents either, but she suddenly had a distinct feeling that she wouldn’t like them very much.

‘Is it possible that you’re upset because you’re trying so hard to be someone your parents want, and now that this one thing didn’t work out, you’re confronted with the fact that this is not who you are, and you’re scared of what that might mean?’ At that, Cynthia stilled and pulled back to look at her. Her expression was schooled to look perfectly neutral and devoid of any emotion. Ella started to overthink her words, remembering how her overly analytical mind often got her into trouble because people didn’t like having the truth dished out with so little pretence.

But then Cynthia nodded with a smile, her gaze dropping to their laps. She seemed to realize that, in her quest for comfort, she had climbed into Ella’s lap. But instead of feeling embarrassed, she seemed to settle in some more, and Ella couldn’t help but be relieved as Cynthia got some of her confidence back. In a whisper, she admitted, ‘This is why I came to you. You tell people what they need to hear, and you don’t judge when someone is perhaps a little different.’

‘Is that the only reason you came here?’ Ella gawked, almost a bit insulted. Cynthia chuckled, leaning her forehead against Ella’s and sniffed rather inelegantly. She elaborated with a smile that Ella was also the only queer person she knew and that she’d hoped not to be forced to feel as scared anymore. With a small smile of her own, Ella asked, ‘And do you?’

Cynthia nodded with a blissful smile before sobering up and looking at her with a sorrowful expression. ‘I’m glad you helped me with this first step. Something tells me that this will only be the beginning, though.’

Ella reached up and wiped away a few fresh tears. Her thumb kept drawing comforting circles on her cheek as she reassured Cynthia, promising, ‘And I’ll be the friend by your side through all of it, okay? I’ll be here as long as you need me. You don’t have to face this alone.’

[eldritchred]

whitepine is amazing. have a whitepine ivory. please tumblr do not obliterate the image quality i worked so hard on this i like never do paintings. or backgrounds. goes to show how much whitepine has altered my brain chemistry i am going to be thinking about this show forever and ever and ever

alt version with rain under the cut

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm not going back to Gusu with you.

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[blainke-omens]

So it turns out getting positive reinforcement on a drawing every 10 minutes for the better part of a week really does wonders for my dedication to finishing it and pushing myself on the details. who woulda thunk. Anyway. Ive been having an absolute blast drawing this and slowly creating the studio space here and I can't wait to draw all the fun new ideas yall gave me !! Crowley does pottery !!!

[shouty-y]

Preview of my card for Star Crossed: A Queer Tarot ⚔️ Consider checking out the Kickstarter 👀✨

[daftpatience]

my three puzzle solving boyfriends

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

happy birthday to one of the greatest fics of all time <3 ( @bisexuallsokka , thank you for writing this masterpiece.)

[patolemus]

It’s very humbling when you’re reading a book —part of a trilogy, very acclaimed— and the only thing you can think of is ‘the fanfic I read the other day was better’