#I’d love it if they were

[icepop680]

So I’m curious. Why is Shawn Mendes closeted? Because he’s a singer? Because he’s not macho-man?

How about Harry Styles? Because he goes outside of typical gender norms? Because he’s a singer?

Face it. You either think they’re gay because they give off a “gay vibe” or you want to be with them and you don’t see men as a threat to you.

[kidovna]

manifested mileven at the snowball in 2016, so now I’m manifesting byler at senior prom🪻🌻

[chloesimaginationthings]

omg i love ur game william so much fwregvrfdrytwe5frde4r id let him stab me

I’m glad yall like him,,,,

[holographic-mars]

Space giirrll the only way that we’d end

[skiaskai]

Trimax redraw but make it Stampy

[l-just-want-to-see]

life/love as an echo

Echo and Narcissus, John William Waterhouse / Teaching a Stone to Talk: Expeditions and Encounters, Annie Dillard / @arsanatomica / ? / Kindergarten Andy Warhol Pop Art Hands, Abby Schukei + Cueva de las Manos / @hawkeyedflame / eulogy from a physicist, edited by @petrichara / @hawkeyedflame / @chopnuts, about a video where a robin sang after the woman filming laughed / Metamorphoses, Ovid [trans. Melville] / Phenomenon #48, Angela Lane + Uranus, Sleeping At Last / ? / @princes-heels + The Mudflats Facebook page

[bizarreandjarring]

harrier if you didn’t want this to be romantic why did you wear your most boobylicious shirt ???

[forgetful-nerd]

2012!Raph gets way to much flack for how he treats Mikey.

Yes he can be short tempered with him, but he lets a surprisingly amount of things slide considering how much of a menace Mikey is to him.

Seriously, if any of my siblings force-fed me a pizza made of spider eggs, worms, and moss we’d be throwing hands instantly.

[stargirl230]

Out there, somewhere

or: hey BB-8, ya like sand?

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[johnniescrossnecklace]

dating johnnie guilbert

[skitzlee]

alien stage round 6 is so great its like here are two childhood friends. One is madly in love with his friend. The other doesnt even look his way. They are trapped in a helplessly bleak situation. Want to see them escape the? Too bad. There are no easy exits. You can either survive endlessly or ensure someone will never forget your death. He takes his friend’s grieving, hollowed out body and turns it into a monument for his hopeless love. A pyre fuelled by my blood and your tears, eternal. Also: here are some cunty little outfits ^^

[radiant-cowgirl]

sorry, the heavy breaths between guy and honey’s first and second kiss are AHSIDISNSHDJEJAJAJSB >>>>>

the way he was just processing i know his jaw was hanging open and slack and his eyes were a little glazed over and then the desperate huffing when they kissed for the second time

AND THE SURPRISED LITTLE NOISE HE MAKES WHEN HONEY FIRST KISSES HIM RAAAAAAAAAAH

[whatlovelybones-if]

"the screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain" THE WHAT?! YOU DARE AVERY??? AND WTF J???

What would happen if MC and J were about to kiss, but MC suddenly stopped and just apathetically stared at them and said that they resented them for not being their first kiss, and just left? 😂😂

(Also, did MC have a some sort of relationship before the story began, or is that left for headcannon?)

it started with a simple statement.

“i won’t be riding back with you today,” J said.

you didn’t mind, not really. of course, you used to take every opportunity to spend time with them, but you could understand that they had their own life and sometimes their plans didn’t line up with yours.

“anything special you got planned?” you joked while closing your school locker, but you feel your insides wither and shrivel like a crumpled flower when they give you the actual reason.

“avery wanted to take me home today,” J said, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal but the embarrassed pink on their cheeks give them away.

you had a feeling whatever was going to happen today, you wouldn’t be liking it at all. on top of that, J was acting weird as hell. not to mention that this avery person had been someone they’d been weirdly close the past couple of days.

you also happen to know that avery lived on the other side of town, completely off the route you and J took to get home every day. avery wasn’t just giving them a ride; it was something else. the more you thought about it, the more it sounded like a date. a motherfucking date.

you felt your heart starting to weigh three times heavier as you forced a smile and said, “oh, sure, that’s fine.” and then, before you could stop yourself, you found yourself stupidly asking, “so did they ask you out on a date or something?”

to save yourself the embarrassment and act nonchalant, you find yourself ruffling their hair slightly. if J noticed that you were forcing it, they didn’t let it show. instead they just laughed nervously, trying to fix their hair, and said, “actually, i was the one who ended up asking them out.”

wonderful. you wanted to scream, but you managed to give them the fakest smile you could. “i’m so happy for you.”

J picked up on the hint that maybe you weren’t feeling as happy as you’re saying you are because they asked, “are you alright, teddy?”

that nickname hurts even more now as you nod, “of course, why wouldn’t i be?”

one of J’s love languages has always been physical touch and everything just gets a lot more complicated; their hand on your back is warm, the inky dark eyes that stare back at you are kind and worried, the full pink lips that you wish to kiss look so inviting. they smell the same as always: leather, strawberries, spearmint, and marlboro red smoke masked by a fancy cologne/perfume.

“did i do something wrong?” J asks, looking like a kicked puppy.

you can’t stand it. the concerned look on J’s face as they ask you what’s wrong when everything is wrong right now. it’s wrong that they can’t see how much you love them. it’s wrong that they can’t see how loving them has become second nature for you. it’s wrong that they can’t see how you don’t want to be just their best friend.

knowing them, you know your best friend is probably imagining a thousand different scenarios of how they must’ve hurt you. but you know that they didn’t hurt you, they could never do that, at least not intentionally.

then you do it. you actually do it. one of the stupidest things you have ever done in your 15 years of existence.

you leaned in and kissed them.

the look on J’s face makes you wanna crawl into your own skin and die. their body had tensed up, their lips frozen open, parted but not uttering a sound. all of that was enough to tell you that it was fucking mistake. so you do the only thing that made sense to you at that moment: you turn and run outside like a fucking coward.

time seemed to slow down, each second stretching impossibly beyond normal. the only sound that could be heard was the rain. heavy, rhythmic, and coming down without pause. you don’t even feel the chill setting in as your whole body burns with the shame of what you did and the image of J’s reaction only makes your skin crawl more.

stupid, stupid, stupid!

you run across the parking lot to get to your car and book the hell out of the school campus. you utter a loud curse when you check your pockets and realise you left your car keys in your locker.

you’re soaked to the bone and you aim a swift kick at your car; panting like you just ran a marathon, hair sticking to your neck and cheeks, heavy breathing pushing your chest up and down, your face wet from both the rain and your tears.

tears? no, you’re not wrong, you can feel the saltiness mixing up with the rain and pouring down your face. you haven’t cried in forever. at least not in a genuine way.

why in the world did it have to J of all people that you had to fall for? they had been your best friend since you were kids, always a constant and comforting presence in your life. almost a decade of friendship down the drain because of your stupid feelings. it wasn’t worth it at all to lose your best friend like this.

your best friend who’s now calling your name. a yell in the distance muffled by the sound of the rain and of your breaking heart. your breath hitches but you ignore them. there’s no way you can face them, not right now.

“for god’s sake, you can’t just kiss me and walk away! hey!” J yells out.

“go away, J! i really don’t want to talk to you right now.”

they catch up to you, refusing to let you run off again. “and why is that, hm?”

“i don’t know!” you answer, throwing up your hands in exasperation. “i’m ignoring you right now.”

“well,” J continues to stubbornly come closer, “i am ignoring the fact that you’re ignoring me.”

you give them a glare. “that’s not how it works.”

J matches your challenging glare. “fine then. tell me why you kissed me and i will leave you alone.”

“i kissed you because i love you, you daft dumbo!” you nearly yell, frustrated beyond reason. ignoring the dumbfounded look on J’s face, you continue, “i’ve loved you ever since we were kids. i love your eyes and how they sparkle like stars when you’re talking about music. i love your voice and how it soothes me whenever i’m having a hard time. i love how you know me and know exactly what to say to make me feel better whenever and wherever. i just love you so much and i cannot stand the thought of you with avery. i will get over this though, J, just give me some ti—”

in a heartbeat, they lean in and their lips are on yours. you can’t help the gasp which slips out of your mouth, too surprised, too tense, and J holds your face dearly like you’re something precious, pressing your lips and body against theirs with something akin to desperation. both of you so entirely soaked from the rain, so entirely frightened, so entirely in love.

when the kiss ends, it’s because both of you are completely out of breath. J doesn’t let the space between the two of you grow any further, though. they instead press themselves further against you, your bodies fitting like perfect puzzle pieces.

“don’t get over me,” they plead, the taste of strawberry in your mouth, forehead against yours, dark eyes fluttering close. “don’t ever get over me.”

“b-but,” you stutter, head still spinning, “what about avery?”

J groans, following it up with a chuckle. “one date and i think even they’d be able to see it.”

“see what?”

“how you are the one i’m in love with.”

before you can even process what they just said, they lean in again to seal it with a kiss.

[millionsofbooks]

life is about accepting that while i may want to be quincey “hot smooth cowboy” morris i am in fact, to the ver y depths of my soul, jack “sat on his hat and brought his emotional support scalpel to a proposal” seward

[eyebaus]

if fate were only kinder

[elysse-does-things]

i think i have a type…