#this is sadly true

[wheneverfeasible]

Sometimes I forget cishet people actually exist and aren’t just a punchline joke for memes and things.

[kingabezka]

I recognize people mostly by hair so you can get a haircut and rob me and I will never know it was you

[ofpolitics]

WHAT TYPE OF LONELY ARE YOU?

loneliness born of anger

you learned from a young age you are not like others, and others hate you for it. you’ve been mocked and tormented your whole life, and it birthed a violence in your heart. you yell at your younger siblings when they slip up. you don’t want them to suffer the same fate you did. at once, you are both miles above and miles below your peers. you are not polite. people no longer dislike you because of you, but for your biting words. it’s better this way, after all. at least now you know it’s your own fault.

tagged by: @astraldestiny ( thanks!!! twins... )​​ tagging: @acharnemcnt @debelltio @commandsir @hellmartyr @wornkindness or steal it!

[madame-helen]

[foone]

I hear California wants to drop gender markers from photo IDs but due to federal laws they have to have something, so their brilliant idea is that they'll still have the "Gender: " field but you can put any letter there.

So if you want M/F for the legacy genders, you can, but you can also do X for non-binary, or any other (latin) letter.

like "Gender: K" or "Gender: Q" or "Gender: V"

[a-basket-of-muses]

Why can't you go home quize results. (Found from @kurai-honoo)

You don't have one

It happens sometimes. I'm so sorry. But stop, right here. Nice enough, right? This could be home. Maybe it's not the one you always envisioned yourself having, but it's the one you need. And one day, when you go out running, you'll find yourself thinking 'I want to go home' and you'll be thinking of here.

[ask-holm]

Relatable.

Omw to revive my gay ass party leader for the 4th time this week !!

[starrystevie]

18+ | cw: improper use of plumping lipgloss, mentions of alcohol, oral sex, it's steddie endgame i promise | crossposted on twitter

it’s no secret, steve likes making out. likes isn’t a strong enough word. he loves making out. loves grabbing hold of someone and pulling them close, loves laying over them on a couch, on a bed, hips just barely moving as he takes them apart with lips and teeth and tongue.

that doesn’t change once he’s had a few drinks either, body tingling with tequila or vodka or something equally strong that has his inhibitions thrown to the wind. he’s always able to find someone willing to dance with him, hips pressed together and arms wrapped around shoulders.

it’s usually girls, pretty things with pretty hair that draw steve in like a punch drunk happy moth to an overzealous flame. they’ll turn their heads with a flirty shy smile and follow him out to the dance floor before pressing up tight against his front.

they’ll curl their fingers into his where they rest low on their hips and keep him close. they’ll drop their heads onto his shoulder and let their breath ghost over the side of his face until he gets the all too obvious hint.

steve likes making out on a dance floor. no, not likes.

loves.

that is until his lips are covered in sticky, sweet lip gloss and he’s pulling away because his tongue is on fire, tingling from something other than alcohol and the thrill of being in a pretty girl’s mouth.

“what is that?” he yells into her ear over the bumping bass.

“sorry,” the girl says sheepishly, “it’s my lipgloss. it plumps my lips.”

she goes back in to kiss steve once more and he isn’t exactly going to deny her. her lips are pretty just like her, plump and shiny and all too inviting, so he kisses her back. the gloss is spicy on the cracks of his lips, on the tip of his tongue when he he pulls her lip in between his teeth. it’s addictive in a way. he wonders if his own lips will plump up from the contact alone.

later, when they say their drawn out goodbyes outside of the club, he’ll ask to borrow the lip gloss since his night isn’t over yet. she’ll pull it out with a grin and apply it so sweetly to her own lips and then to his. her touch is gentle and precise before she puts the tube back in her purse and then connects their lips for a final time.

steve likes to make out. no, not likes.

loves.

so he goes to a bar around the corner, robin hot on his coat tails with some blonde she picked up attached to her side, and he’ll order a vodka soda that he can sip through a straw so he doesn’t destroy his pretty glossed lips. the bar is grungy, but steve almost prefers that, able to blend into smoky shadows and dark corners while he watches the crowd.

while he watches someone in the crowd watch him back.

he has wild curly hair and handcuffs on his belt and steve swears he’s staring at his lips and the way the light is bouncing off of the gloss, but he isn’t too sure. not until there’s wild curly hair and handcuffs on a belt standing right in front of him.

steve has a different confidence with guys. maybe it’s because he has to read them a little differently. maybe its because he gets read by them a little differently, too. but flirting is flirting all the same and steve finds himself biting at his lip and licking away some of the spicy lip gloss with a wince as it burns the inside of his mouth.

curly hair handcuff guy is cuter once they start talking for a while, all animated and vibrant, a bright shiny beacon in a dingy bar. he finds out his name is eddie with a lingering handshake that means something, fingers trailing and tingling like they had a spice to them, too.

they don’t dance, but they do end up out back, sharing a cigarette as drunk people stumble around them. it’s easy enough for eddie to light, flame from the lighter sparking in his big, brown eyes.

“so steve,” he says, flicker of some other kind of spark in his eye, “where to?”

and steve knows how to do this part. he grabs the cigarette out of eddie’s mouth and puffs on it himself, blowing the smoke over his head. “is it too forward to say i don’t think i can last much longer without getting my mouth on you?”

eddie grins and lets his eyes flit down. “no. is it too forward for me to say that i’d let you do anything to me, mouth or otherwise?”

he takes the cigarette back and steve can see his trace left behind on the filter, can see when the hint of gloss hits eddie’s lips if the wrinkle of his eyebrows is anything to go off of.

he doesn’t say anything, just winks over at steve. he doesn’t say anything, just drags him into a taxi. he doesn’t say anything, just wraps a hand high over steve’s thigh, just pushes steve up against his apartment wall, just fumbles over handcuffs and pushes down his jeans.

steve likes making out. no, not likes.

loves.

if he loves making out, then he really fucking craves giving head. he feels like a cartoon animal with hearts popping out of his head as he pulls eddie’s cock out of his briefs. he licks his lips like he’s starving and regrets it when the gloss singes his tongue.

steve looks up from his knees and swipes a finger over his lips, holding it up high for eddie to see. “taste it,” he whispers.

eddie’s eyes widen, but he obediently bends his neck, tongue lolling out so he can lap at steve’s finger. “your lip gloss is spicy,” eddie says flatly as he recoils.

steve nods. “and it’s going on your cock unless you say otherwise.”

which is how steve finds himself turning eddie into a writhing mess. his hands hold onto the backs of eddie’s shaking knees as he works over his cock. his hair stings as eddie tugs on the strands. his eyes water as he sucks him in deeper and deeper into his throat, spicy lipgloss tingly on his tongue and cheeks.

“you are a fucking wonder,” eddie whines, hips humping as he grinds himself further into steve’s mouth. “just fucking made for this, huh?”

steve pulls off and spits on his cock to jack his hand over it as he pulls the head to his lips. he rubs the sensitive tip over his lips just to watch eddie twitch.

“you have no idea.”

he blows a line of cool air over the gloss that’s left there and drinks in the way eddie’s eyes roll back in his head before swallowing him back down, reveling in the spice that hits the back of his throat as he does so.

when eddie comes, he pulls steve off so he can paint his pretty, puffy, plump lips with it, dragging his cock over them to make a mess. it’s not a surprise when steve licks it off, spicy and salty and a special kind of sweet that he thinks is all eddie. he leans up to place a kiss into the thatch of hair over eddie’s cock, smearing behind come and shiny lip gloss.

“you gonna wait for me to come in my pants or can i go fuck you?”

steve likes making out. no, not likes.

loves.

and he loves giving eddie head. and he loves fucking eddie. and he loves waking up with a spicy, sticky residue on the side of his cheek after falling asleep with his head on eddie’s chest.

and maybe, just maybe, he’ll love eddie someday, too.

[khattikeri]

it's amazing to me that lan xichen isn't gay according to word of god, because what older brother (especially in homophobic xianxia universe china) instantly realizes his little brother is gay and in love just bc he's high strung and irritable lately thanks to a mischievous new boy in his class. it's one thing to tease or jokingly ask if there's a crush involved. it's another to Know.

and because what guy insists on a sworn brotherhood with two other men whose relationship with each other is publicly fraught, unless he really likes them both and is compromising because he knows he can't have them any other way? because a sworn siblinghood relationship is treated similarly (though not exactly) like a family via marriage?

lan xichen you are not slick no sir i know what you are

[child-of-icarus]

[On today’s episode of my friend is a dumbass, marauders edition]

Sirius, walking out of the bathroom: Do you think James has jaundice? His toothbrush is all bloody

Remus: It’s gingivitis dumbass, jaundice is when your skin turns yellow

Sirius: Why would your skin turn yellow??

Remus, standing up: Liver failure

Sirius: Then what gives you gingivitis?

Remus, walking towards the bathroom: Bad hygiene

Sirius: Then how would James have that? He—

Remus: Hey Pads?

Sirius: Hm?

Remus: James just has a red toothbrush

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

True love is possible only in the next world. For new people. It it too late for us.

(Redraw for @pakhnokh's DTIYS post!)

[deerspherestudios]

Hi! This isn’t really an ask, it’s mostly just me fangirling cause you booped me back and just OMG!

I’ve been a fan of Mushroom Oasis since its release of day 2 and just love how different and unique Mychael is compared to other Yandere visual novel games. His behavior, his personality, his insecurities, his dialogue, everything is just perfect! He feels properly thought-out and realistic and I just feel so lucky to have come across your game in the first place.

I appreciate what you do for the game, the art, the writing, and so so much more! (p.s LOVED DAY 3 SO MUCH KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK)

HEHEH GET BOOPED!! 🐾🐾🐾 I didn't get to participate in the boopening of April 1st so being able to now was fun haha!

Also,, Day 2 was like a year ago omg,,, thank you for the praise and for sticking around this long waa <3 I'll do my best for Day 4!!

Bonus (big) dev ramble under the cut:

Thank you for the praise on Mychael!! It reminded me of something my husband told me when I was writing for the YanGameJam back in 2023; I kept saying "nobody's written the kind of yandere I want in these VNs" and Mushroom Oasis is really what I wanted to see from that genre.

So I guess it was really a personal want and a need to write him that way! Write what you know really does help I suppose haha. Seeing other people enjoy it too has been very fulfilling! <3 Thank you so much for the support!

[socialbutterfly19]

That nagging feeling

[trappedinafantasy37]

POV: Your girlfriend has finally returned from her assignment. But, she has grown a will of her own and she despises you. And it pains you to see that she is so much happier without you. If only you were smarter and never handed her over to Ketheric. Maybe she would still love you because she was the only one in this world who ever did, even if it wasn't real.

[mikefrawley]

Sadly Not All Dreams Come True

There was a time quite long ago with a lovely place we used to know there was a you, there was a me wine to sip while reading poetry we shared a love forever to last how then did forever fade so fast lessons we both painfully learned could not undo our bridges burned leaving a river never to be crossed regardless of the coins we tossed now I can only sigh I still love you for sadly not all dreams come true

[dailykugisaki]

Day 327 | id in alt

Both the first and the last survivor of idle transfiguration.