well in other news I am now super bisexual for Lara Pulver

Doing well, doing better

I’ve had the bridge to the other side of the door stuck in my head for like 71 hours

Finally watching tonight's episodes and fuck 911 and 911 fox so much right now, this hurts, it all hurts

can’t believe I got that anon saying the other side of the door was a skip. in my own fucking house.

caught up on the manhua

constantly thinking abt her (the girl[?] i keep dreaming of) i don't understand why i keep seeing her or thinking abt her bc like . im 100% certain i havent seen anyone like that irl ?? it makes no sense djdjd anyway im confused why my brain is doing this and what it means

it has come to my attention that i am slightly very much in love with a 106 year old man

ATTENTION PLEASE.

HES FUCKING CUDDLE.

thank you.

((been working on a NSFW piece of Kathan for a few hours now and I’m just really disappointed that he would never post it in-character so people can thirst-follow him. he’s a very pretty boy with a very cute bod and i just want him to be loved!!!

Something purring this way comes

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Did I already have way too many WIPs? Yes. Did tumblr dot com user gayforgoodomens's arranged marriage AU post get me thinking about a new one?

... also yes.

now that I'm thinking about it. i can't think of a single fictional character off the top of my head who has hazel eyes

CAN YOU PLEASE RB THIS WITH IF YOU BELIEVE IN SOULMATES OR NOT IN THE TAGS??? (I BELIEVE IN THEM! IT IS TOO SAD TO THINK WE DON’T HAVE SOULMATES)

Her smile. The dimples. The eyes and their expression. Her whole vibe. Her soul. Her.

Everything OK? Yeah. Well... Ceci helped me make a profile for a dating app. Ooooh. And I just got a match. And is that bad? Well, I don’t know. It’s just that I haven’t been with anyone since Regina was born, and I feel like my body is not my body anymore. Oh, yes. I understand perfectly. But don’t worry, everything goes back into place! OK, but when?! No, you have to be patient, because it doesn’t happen overnight. Moreover... Here. This [lotion] is great! It helps with [sucking everything in]. You can keep it, but if you promise me that you won’t ever say you are unattractive again. I swear. Thanks.

Unbelievably amused by this article some guy wrote a few years ago that’s like “why are so many women so attracted to PSH??” in the most incredulous tone. Uh, he’s clearly sexy as hell? Next question.

It's the little mermaid eyes for me 😍

Feathers bristle as the blade slides across tender flesh, staining plush feathers with lines of carefully-crafted red, Angel biting their lip hard enough to nearly draw more blood. But it’s a pain that is short-lived, careful and deliberate... and tinged with a satisfaction that goes far beyond sexual gratification. No, this is an emotional high... twisted as an outside observer may see it as.

Because with this heart now etched upon their shoulder, everything feels more... official. Permanent.

Peeking an eye open, feathers slowly start to lay flat when the knife moves away, Angel releasing a breath they hadn’t even known they were holding. Swallowing back a whimper at the stinging on their shoulder, Angel’s expression is still excited and dare-say adoring— as if Blake had just kissed the heart into their skin rather than carving it —as they ask, ❝ How does it look? Did it come out okay? ❞ — (Angel demanded it :’DDDDDD )

(( @ducktales-wco-oo ))

“It looks great, A. Absolutely gorgeous.” Blake knows their way around a knife, especially when it comes to scarring and carving shapes into flesh. It’s a morbid fascination of theirs, leaving specific marks on their victims. Sometimes they’ll even get bold enough to leave their initials. But this is different. This isn’t carving a scar into a stranger for fun. This is Angel, Blake’s sweet, precious Angel, and it’s a heart, and it’s a promise. Man, this would be sappy if it wasn’t so metal.

“Looks like I’m keeping you, then.” They say it as if they haven’t known for months. “This is what you get instead of a ring, baby boy. Hope you like it.”

Blake leans down to kiss the wound, then freezes in the middle of licking the blood off his lips. Fuck. That is the equivalent of a ring. That’s forever. Not that they didn’t want forever, just that... they hadn’t thought about it like that before.

“Anyway… that’s gonna hurt for a while. I’m gonna make sure that it doesn’t get infected, but I want you to pick at it when it starts scabbing over. We want this bad boy to scar. Wouldn’t want to have to do it over,” they say, the stilted nervousness in their speech fading as they move back toward a subject they’re comfortable with.

Their beak clean of blood, Blake pulls Angel into a kiss. It’s gentle, as gentle as they can be while this excited. After all, Angel just let them claim him. Permanently. That deserves a little bit of tenderness. And hopefully the kiss will distract him enough that he doesn’t bring up what Blake just said about a ring.