#and lonely as fuck

[phykoha]

drawing and thinking about angelo and lee. they both feel like they have a void they must fill

angelo 'fills' it with copious amounts of alcohol

lee 'fills' it with copious amounts of casual sex with randos

[hobohobgoblim]

*girds loins*

it is time

[vivrosita]

ᅠ ͏ ⬚͒⬚͒ ‎ ❀℘ 愛を誓って

✿ — 2005 ✧ ✧ *.•̩̩͙ 

[0booboozefool0]

[cozylittleartblog]

valentines newsletter ???? ?? HELLO ???????? ?????? ? ????

[crowberri]

[Inscryption] bush grandpa :)

[chronicowboy]

we as a collective do Not talk about this line delivery nearly enough and for good fucking reason, i'll kill bradley james for this one line alone. he's just a little boy :'((

[sporkberries]

True Loves Kiss ( when kissing the messiah/the anti-christ please be cautious. though it may draw you out of the lonely it could also lead to severe facial scarring, but hey, you score either way!)

[tomriddleslove]

Mattheo and the Ranking Kisses Trend

Mattheo Riddle, who picks you up from your closing shift at the little bookstore in hogsmeade, with two cups of hot chocolate.

Mattheo Riddle, who makes you stand there whilst he bundles a scarf around your neck, not wanting you to get ill as you walk back in the snow.

Mattheo Riddle, who listens to you ramble about your day, gazing at you like an absolutely lovestruck fool.

Mattheo Riddle, who can’t say no when you flop down on his bed next to him and ask him to film the trend where you rank the kisses generated by the filter.

Mattheo Riddle, who holds his phone up as this song begins playing in the background. He grins when the first kiss, a forehead kiss, pops up and you shuffle over to press a sweet kiss to his forehead.

Mattheo Riddle, who ranks it second best because it reminds him of all the times he’s fallen asleep next to you, finally feeling safe as you press a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Mattheo Riddle, who’s a little too excited when a neck kiss comes up and you press a slightly too long kiss to the underside of his jaw. (You’re going to pick up from where you finished off the second you stop recording.)

Mattheo Riddle, who can’t help but grin with delight when french kiss is the last one. He’s got lipstick kisses on his cheek, nose, forehead and neck.

Mattheo Riddle, who all but pulls you into his lap. His phone drops onto the bed sheets, still recording. You squeal his name with a giggle as he drags you over, and his laugh echoes throughout the room as he pulls you in for the sweetest kiss.

Mattheo Riddle, who’s bruised-knuckled hands tenderly cup your head as he kisses you. It’s all love and little laughs slipping into the kiss, Mattheo holding onto you like he can’t get enough.

Mattheo Riddle, who’s found his forever person.

[bixels]

Bit of a weird question, but what is your overall least favorite thing about MLP? 

Sparity.

[bonesmarinated]

King Dipshit, an evil ghoul companion for my lone wanderer, old idea I had from FO3. I don't really have much on this guy except that I NEED to draw him out with a few journal entries from my lone wanderer - named Lovelock - describe King Dipshit. [entry_5 September 2277] King Dipshit - that's what people at Megaton call him - (I never ask why) is a foul man of small statues with a voice like a foghorn, rough language, and keen perception. [entry_10 September 2277] His favourite food are mirelurk pemmican, shit on a shingle (S.O.S) , and coffee. For the S.O.S, he said the meat is iguana but I'm quite sure they're either mutant or centaur flesh, or human, whatever. Mr. Dipshit offered me a plate of hot shit on shingle once, the meat was not very good. It tasted like the 'chef d'ouvre' of the devil's kitchen, the most offensive meat I ever tasted and so that I found it impossible to took another bite. He found my reaction amusing, but slightly annoyed, and go off murmuring insignificant notes in his foreign tongue. [entry_12 September 2277] Nasty, stinking, bitter, puddle water is how I describe Mr. Dipshit's coffee. He refuse to drink sweet potato coffee even though they're far more easy to come by and less costly. The nasty coffee made him very, very chatty and I soon learned he had excel me in talkativeness.

[smash-chu]

Long distance loneliness

[queerbuckleys]

thinking about how 9-1-1 has been clawing its way to 100 episodes. how that milestone used to be reached by early season five by most shows with 22-24 episodes per season. how in these days of short seasons and streaming shows fight to get not even half that. and here we are in what will be 9-1-1’s third shorter season, and a network move, in season 7, at 100 episodes. and i’m just emotional because it’s the little weewoo show that could.

[spirk-trek]

imagine amanda watching how mothers on vulcan share a telepathic bond with their children and not being able to do this for spock

imagine how it would break her heart, how she might worry they'll never connect when she sees a mother touching her daughter's face or holding her son's hand with purpose, without words

imagine spock melding with her as soon as he's able, showing her he loves her because he can't say it, he'll never be able to say it

imagine her being so proud of her little boy for researching and teaching himself to meld with a non-telepath just for her, all for her

holding him after when he's so exhausted he goes boneless in her arms and she strokes his hair and thanks him

and he mumbles something about it being illogical to thank him before falling asleep and she holds his little hand and feels the tiniest sparks of love still there, so small she might've imagined them before he's snoring softly

[lotus-pear]

whatever happens, please don’t break

[ineffable-romantics]

RIP to Aziraphale who won't even be able to cope with his divorce by eating cake and clutching an ABBA record to his chest while crying along to Andante, Andante bc he won't have none of that shit in Sky Amazon