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praisethesuuun · 3 days
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these two are my safe place❤️
artist check them out, they're really good!
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mario-with-sunglasses · 9 months
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sending this post out into the world as a sort of hex or siren's song to make pussy happen. i put my soul in the hands of the Rat Father and pray that his good graces may conjure a sacred Hole
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that-ineffable-devil · 8 months
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I'm processing a lot of emotions tonight and I keep being drawn back to Good Omens--not just because it's the new hyperfixation or because it's so good. That's what I thought it was, at first.
But this year--hell, the last 3 or 4 months especially, I finally started taking steps to accepting and being myself. I'm rapidly approaching middle age and I'm only just now beginning to feel like I'm allowed to be me. I came out to the people in my household, a few select friends, and a few select family members--most of whom were wholly supportive. I started testosterone injections. I stopped trying to be someone I'm not. I stopped hiding who I am and who I love.
What does this have to do with Good Omens? Nothing. But also... Everything.
So much queer representation is in characters vastly younger than me--and that's good! I want queer kids to feel safe and loved and accepted in ways I never did. They deserve better than we had. And it gives me hope for their futures. I bawled like a baby when I watched The Owl House with my son and he was totally unphazed by the queerness. It's just how people are to him.
But when something like Good Omens comes along and not only grabs every opportunity to show average, everyday old(er) queer representation... It just. I've never felt more seen. More accepted. More hope for all our futures. And season 2 just knocked that out of the fucking park. And the nonbinary, genderfluid, and genderqueer rep? My God.
And it's not subtext, it's not it's own separate plotline where they're fighting for acceptance or dealing with hateful bigotry... It's just... Accepted. It's normal. No one questions it. No one even comments on it.
It's people of any age (even millions of years old) being unapologetically themselves and loving who they love openly and fully (with one notable uncommunicative group of two ineffable idiots, but they'll get there).
I just.
I can't express how grateful I am to see older queer rep at this time in my life. It's been a rough year, and I expect it'll get rougher before it gets better. But I've never been happier in my own skin, and it means the absolute world to see my literary and media heroes like Neil Gaiman, David Tennant, and Michael Sheen (and Terry Pratchett and everyone who worked on Good Omens, honestly) making this beautiful, messy, adorable, excruciating, wonderful, heartbreaking, ethereal, down-to-earth tale.
There aren't enough words in all the languages of the world to express how I'm feeling. "Thank you" just feels... Insufficient.
I just hope they know how much it means to people like me, especially after a lifetime of buried subtext and overt queerbaiting and media ridicule and general lack of acceptance, to experience this story with them.
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richtkin · 1 month
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the small intimate touches between hannibal and will have me like this:
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yourlocaltoad · 12 days
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messy but uh mity :)
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gatorasmus · 4 months
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Merry whatever
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if no one else at least i know chris motionless respects me and my identity
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sk4rlette8008 · 4 months
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Cupboard Door
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You were making yours and James’ lunch, a simple sandwich. Well for him, you were having a crisp sandwich.
You finished making James’ sandwich and called him into the kitchen to get it, hearing a thud and his exited and fast footsteps coming towards the kitchen. Then, you hear him enter the kitchen, turning on his feet, a smack, and a relatively loud ‘fuck’.
Ok so you left the cupboard door open, why wasn’t he watching where he was going?
“Careful.” You look up at him holding his head as he looked at you.
“That was not funny.” He gave me a look like he was trying not to cry, and slammed the cupboard shut.
“Bro, i’m not laughing.” you defended, throwing your hands up by your head.
“You tell me off for leaving doors open.” he grumbled, resting his hip against the granite countertop.
“Yeah, but that door doesn’t bother me.” You shrugged, handing him his lunch, seeing him hide a smirk.
“That’s because you’re fuckin tiny. Don’t know the struggle of bein’ tall.” he complained, snatching his plate from your hands.
“Oi, don’t snatch.”
“What was that?” he put a hand to his ear and furrowed his brows.
“Don’t snatch shit from-”
“Gosh, it’s hard to hear you from down there.” he sighed, taking a bite from his sandwich, looking extremely proud of himself.
You would be very sure to leave that cupboard door open every time you’re in the kitchen from now on 🥰
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sxphr · 7 months
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I love how shit like this is basically the majority of my wenclair pinterest folder:
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nerdycartoongal · 9 months
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Been 3 months. Reblog if you still miss them 😭
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xhaoticprince · 10 months
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Peter is Gryffindor, Susan is Ravenclaw, Edmund is Slytherin and Lucy is Hufflepuff. Alright but hear me out:
Lucy is Gryffindor. Brave Lucy, who didn't hesitate to go into an unknown magical world. She was ready to go to war, fighting with nothing more than a dagger. The same Lucy to who Aslan said "If you were any braver, you would be a lioness" ?
Peter is Hufflepuff. Peter for his unfailing loyalty, who was ready to go to war for his sister and for people he didn't know previously but already holds close to his heart. Peter who, when none of their parents were present, had to take care of his family himself. The same who, far before his younger brother came back, had already forgiven him.
Edmund is Ravenclaw. He is the wise one, the one who thinks before talking. Edmund of the silver tongue. Edmund learned from the harsher, dark(er) part of Narnia, and learned from his mistakes
And of course (and I won't take any criticism) Susan is Slytherin. Because although she is the most logical one, she knew how to use her charms to get what she wanted. Susan who's words could be like poison. She is the ambitious one, she uses her wit to get what she wants
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pyjamacryptid · 6 months
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BBC Merlin + live commentary by @macaritaville @1kitwonder and I from our Merlin watch party
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kafka-ohdear · 2 months
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irish men gossiping because yes.
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vintageshanny · 11 days
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He is absolutely beautiful, inside and out. It gets tiresome at times to feel like I need to preface everything I like about him with “I know he wasn’t perfect, but…” so that I won’t be met with a list of things that people think he did wrong. Of course he wasn’t perfect. Not a single one of us is. That does not stop me from loving him wholeheartedly, from giving him the benefit of the doubt about things we weren’t there for and can’t know all the details of, from believing he truly deserved better than what this world gave him. I will keep loving him in really the only way that I know how - without reservation. ❤️
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coffeexxcigarettes · 24 days
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Home
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On the way down,
I had fantasies about
Forcing fingers past my lips,
Ripping my jaw open wide enough
To scream the way I felt I had to.
As if the world was
Imploding-
With cigarette smoke and ash.
On the way back,
I no longer saw flashes of blood splatter.
My vision was filled with
The pink of your sweater.
The way you begged me to find happiness,
And to do it for myself
Felt like somebody holding the sky up,
To keep the shards from
Desecrating me.
You spoke to me without judgment,
Shared my excitement,
And cried when I told you
I was looking forward to this.
I didn't want to die,
I don't think.
I wanted to go home.
And I believed I no longer had one,
Until I saw you.
x
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soup-guts · 1 year
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Pose practice with legend
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