#ITS SO GAY

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

Mostly I just wanted to look at them side by side, ya know? 💜💙

Three months till the US release of One Night in Hartswood! (And one month six days till the UK paperback!)

This book is the crème de la crème of the hurt/comfort trope. Every single page was soft and tender. All around the true definition of a comfort read and highly recommended if you want to be wrapped in a warm blanket. (Netgalley review)

[find out more about Hartswood here]

[sattelite-of-love]

MEAN GIRLS (2004)

[elsfairy]

➝ 𝐃𝐀𝐘-𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑

She loved you. Fuck, she was so in love with you. Everything you did, made her fall harder for the cheerful bundle of joy that was you. She loved when you would look up at her, a beaming smile on your lips, looking at her like she was the only woman left on earth.

❝Vika, can i tell you something?❞

❝Whatever you want, Bunny❞

❝I really⎯ really love your tooth gap. It's so cute❞

That bubbly giggle you have? Christ, she would do anything and everything possible to hear it again. No matter how many times you compliment her, she's always flustered. Looking at you like you're this soft, gentle piece of porcelain that needs to be protected from everything.

❝Did you know there is over 100 billi⎯ Vika, are you listening?❞

You're always shy around her. It wasn't something new. Deep down you loved the way she looked at you. With so much love and utter care, but you're always a ball of nerves. It wasn't exactly hard. You were a shy person.

❝Yes, sorry Sweetheart. You're just really pretty to look at❞

❝Silly, you're prettier❞

It made you giggle whenever you would make her flustered. To you it wasn't hard, but around others she tried so hard to keep up a front. Slip ups always happen, she's done being mad about being teased for it for hours. If she gets flustered around people because of you, then so be it.

❝No one is prettier than you baby❞

Sevika loved hearing you talk. Your voice was calming, and gentle to listen to. Your skin was soft, and fragile under her touch. Afraid if she held onto your arm too hard, it would bruise. To her you were everything. She loved being able to come home, to you.

She loved that you loved picking up randoms flowers, because she knew you would end up putting them in her hair at any chance you could get. The pretty colors contrasting with her pretty skin. You only had to smile, and she was falling even harder for you.

❝You're really pretty Sevika, never think you aren't❞

No matter how much time she spends with you, or how much she talks to you, she can't help but day dream about you constantly. Even if you're right beside her.

She's your pretty day dreamer.

[maestro-of-miscellany]

"a league of their own" is the perfect mix of the two greatest things in the world:

1. sports

2. being gay

[wondero28]

Im in love w/ another 4townie 😔😔

[getosbf]

Fellas is it gay

[oopbackinmymcdphase]

Brenroth is the Mitski x Hozier relationship ever

[aquamonstra]

finally watching The Chute and it is IMMEDIATELY apparent why so many auths tagged it in their fics WOWWWWW

[praxeus-13]

OH MY GOD!!!!!!!

[dumbassphysict]

SPOILERS WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABT THE IMOGEN LAUDNA KISS?!?!?!? IM JUST SEEING STUFF ABT ASHTON ( I LOVE HIM SM) THEY KISSED!!!!!!! I CAN NOT PHYSICALLY DESCIBE HOW IM FEELING RN AHHHHHHHHH. ALSO I WAS IN THE FUCKING SHOWER WHEN IT HAPPEND. IN. THE. SHOWER. I WAS IN SHOCK.

[sparky-cryptidcrafts]

I really enjoy star trek but I don't know why.

Spock and data are definitely part of the reason. But like when it comes to trying to find reasons to recommend it to friends it feels weirdly personal. Like I'm letting them see parts of my brain.

[adharastarlight]

My favourite thing right now is watching Barbie movies and screaming "GAY" at the screen

[generalhugs17]

Me, watching the new Tatort like:

[thatonewerewolf]

After a while I wrote a fic once again.

This on is totaly different from the first one tho.

Ik it's short but it's cute and fluffy. ≈1k

Prompt: Remus was reading and overthinking his existance, until he was(once again) smitten by Sirius.

I think this one doesn't need any warnings. *Tell me if it does

Again one of my inspirations was a song(although in this fic they are in an already established relationship)

Ps.(altough it isn't) shout out to my friend M. who I've read this to and who gave me a few ideas at literally 2 am.

The grass was very soft this time of the year, having just finished its yearly cycle of demise and rebirth. The delicate strands didn't rise quite high but they were dense under the tall oak canopy.  Traces of the morning dew could still be found in the more shadowy areas.

Unlike the grass, the wind was harsh against every surface on its way. It blew ruthlessly, which made anyone in their right mind stay inside and seek shelter from the coldness and sharpness.

Yet there still was a boy (maybe not quite in his right mind), sitting under the oak. His body was crushing the delicate grass strands, but it did not affect the oak on which he leaned his back on.

The wind was ruthless against him as well, blowing the golden locks of his hair back and slapping them against the trunk of the tree.

His cracked knuckles, only worsened by the wind, brushed over the book in his lap as he turned another page. The page number was unknown to him. His whole being; mind, body and soul; was immersed deeply in the storyline.

Every page he turned was a new revelation, a new conquest, a new puzzle. His eyebrows narrowed slightly as his contemplation of what was real and what was fiction grew with every letter. Although he knew that he was still here and that the tree, the grass and the wind were real, he felt like he wasn't.

With every letter, with every dot, every comma, every colon and semicolon, every word, every sentence, every paragraph, page and chapter, he couldn't help but to notice...

He couldn't help but draw parallels between him and Gregor. In his mind, it was the perfect metaphor for him. The perfect personification for his condition. The disgusting insect compared to an equally, or even more disgustion monster that he found himself to be.

The text before him was reaching. Not only his heart but the deepest parts of his memory that he so desperately tried to forget and push back.

There wasn't much that he remembered from his own metamorphosis. Even the smallest fragment of a moment where he could remember the feeling of being it were more than enough to make him grimace.

"Why the frown Moony?" A  familiar voice wrapped around his ear for a while before it finally reached his mind and brought him back to reality.

His long, dry fingers moved instantly over the hard covers, closing the book and placing it beside him. He turned up his all-time tired eyes, gazing through his soft eyelashes and revealing his deep blue eyecircles.

"Hello to you too, Padfoot." After what felt like ages for the other boy, Remus resulted to what he was known for. The core of his personality, light hearted snarkynes. Which he usually; when the moment was right, paired with sarcasm and irony.

"It's bloody freezing out here, let's get you inside." The boy, who radiated aristocracy through his stance and overall effortless perfection said, completely disregarding the snarky comment.

" 'M fine Sirius, got my book with me." He said, gesturing towards the book which lay on the ground right of him. Simultaneously, his eyes scanned over the figure towering over him. The boy before him was simply yet complexly stunning. One look was enough for Remus to fall in love once again, for the milionth time.

His raven hair spilled over his  neck and shoulders, like ink over paper. The wind seemed to do it favours, blowing it into the right places as it passed around him, like magic. Ink was also present on his body. Tattoos were scattered all over him, yet they were all somehow harmonious. Most of them were hidden as of now, but Remus knew the placement of each one.

His eyes were like stars, ever bright and warm. They emitted a kind of attraction that Remus couldn't explain. Every time he looked into them felt like a time stop. It felt as if time ceased to exist and the whole purpose of being alive was just to stare into them. They lured him in like a mermaid song. They pulled him in as if they were magnets and he was steel.

His usual pale face was now coloured red by the sharp wind and the stinging cold. The colour was the most vibrant on the temples of his cheeks, like a splash of cherry juice spilling over his face. Remus found it adorable.

Remus' gaze lowered to the other boy's neck where he studied the blue lines which spread over it like branches of a tree. He could notice how his heart beat hitched slightly in the cartoid artery on the right side of his neck. Oh, how he hoped it was because of him.

"You're staring love." Sirius whispered in his ear, pulling Remus out of the trance he was in. He wasn't even aware that he was staring or for how long he was staring. He was just too alluring to not admire.

"Sorry." He answered, bringing his gaze back to Sirius's eyes, looking for any sign of discomfort that he might have caused, yet he didn't find any.

"Let's go Rem, it's so cold." Sirius said once again while sticking his left arm out for Remus to reach in order to get up. Remus gladly intertwined his own arm with Sirius' while reaching for his book with the other.

All of a sudden, their dynamic changed drastically as Remus stood up. He stood taller than Sirius, causing him to bend his neck in order to look into Sirius' eyes, once again. He was once again drawn to them by an unexplainable force.

His eyes closed as he felt a familiar pair of lips on his own. Sirus' hands wrapped around his neck and his own around the shorter boy's(who was now propped up on his toes) waist.

They stayed like that for what could have been a second, or a minute, an hour, a day, a week, a month, a year, a decade, a century, a millennium... completely immersed in one another. Touching each other delicately, feeling each other's warm skin under their cold fingertips, tugging at each other, trying to become closer. Their lips and tongues worked in perfect harmony. Like gears in a swiss clock, like stars in the galaxy. Like they were made for each other.

[halteinfachmaldeinefresse]

"Ich habe noch eine Überraschung für sie, machen sie die Augen zu"

*proceeds to take out handcuffs*

"Haben sie ihre Handschellen dabei? "

"Sind noch im Schlafzimmer"

[krickets-chirping]

So I'm biting the bullet and listening to Welcome to Nightvale. It was one of those things a old friend was MEGA obsessed with that I couldn't get into and....

Damn it. It's so good wtf