#and they kiss

[antomatkoen]

i have returned from the depths of artblock and am here to drop you more ghoap brainrot

[baohanhanesel]

Happy Valentine's day! 🧼 💀

I didn't have the time to make anything digital for Valentine's day, but the brainrot was being mean to me. So here we are! (Ignore the blue sketch in the second pic. It is a random scramble of my oc.) Curse being an active senior student. 😔

"Rest in peace, Johnny. Ever since you've been gone, the sun stopped being as bright." ( Simon's inner dialogue, probably.)

[art-rica]

he was a punk and she did h-pop or whatever it is they say

[alloutshirt]

husbands who make closet jokes together

[nyoomnyoomplane]

Jack ‘trouble student’ Kelly who only acts out in hopes that someone would see how desperate he is for help but is constantly pushed away and ignored by teachers and adults because he’s not struggling, sure he’s not top of his class but he passes. He can’t be struggling so he’s left to suffer in silence, desperate for anyone to reach out and listen to him. But he’s fed up waiting for it.

David ‘perfect student’ Jacobs who’s jealous of Jack for not feeling the constant gnawing guilt if he isn’t good enough. And he’s never good enough. Spending his weekends and evenings cooped up to study and do homework. Having no life aside from school because once he’s done, it’ll change. He just has to wait for it.

[sdwolfpup]

For the festive writing prompts, number 5. Or 10 if someone already did that. 🤗

Since no one did ask, here's 5. :)

5. "Someone spiked the eggnog!"

Jaime turned and found his arms suddenly filled with a huge, warm body.

They both staggered backward until he steadied himself and then the other person, who blinked down at him with shockingly blue eyes.

Of course it's her, he thought despairingly.

"Jaime!" Brienne smiled at him, far more happy to see him than she'd ever been, her big lips pulling back to reveal big teeth, freckles scrunching together into new patterns he'd never had a chance to study, no matter how many swim meets they'd competed at together.

He let her go as soon as she was stable. "Brienne," he said in greeting. She wavered a little and then giggled. It was the most astonishing thing he'd ever heard. "Are you all right?"

She leaned forward so close to him he wondered--hoped--for a fleeting second that she was about to kiss him, then whisper-yelled, "Somebody spiked the eggnog!"

Ah. So it was the alcohol that liked him, not the woman. Jaime took a step back. "I can smell."

He'd meant it to be cutting, a way to put the distance back between them that he'd worked so hard to maintain as they neared the end of their season. But she laughed again, louder this time, a braying splash of a sound that drenched him in warmth.

"You're so funny, Jaime," she sighed dreamily. She swayed in place, like a tree in the wind. "And handsome."

Jaime closed his eyes and cursed the uncaring gods for doing this to him. When he opened the again, she was staring at him like she was admiring a painting. He knew that look because he'd done it to her enough times in the last months, as their rivalry had turned to respect and then to attraction--at least on his side. He'd seen her in those sleek swimsuits, seen the ripple of her powerful back as she'd stroked cleanly through the water, too many times to ignore.

Then a month ago she'd fought a penalty one of the judges had unfairly issued him just because of his reputation, had nearly gotten herself kicked off the team in her righteous fury, until no one could argue against her and it had been discharged.

What was he supposed to do: not fall in love with her?

But for all she'd fought for him, she'd been even more stubbornly reticent to talk to him afterward, as if she'd given too much of her goodwill away on his behalf and was now trying to soak it back up. Jaime assumed she was just embarrassed to have taken his side, even if the cause had been just. So he'd done his best to shove his feelings back in their protective wrap.

It had been working until tonight.

"Jaime, Jaime, Jaime," Brienne said still in that voice like she might actually like him. Or at least his name. "I love watching you swim. You're like a god."

"Okay," he said, gently prying the cup from her hands. His cheeks were hot with embarrassment. "I think you need more water and less eggnog."

"Noooo," she whined. "Don't take my nog."

Jaime laughed and set the cup down. "You can have more nog after you have some water and realize what you're saying to me. Come on." He tentatively put his arm around her waist to lead her to the drink table, and she melted into his embrace so swiftly they nearly tipped over again. "Woah, there," he murmured, gifting himself one small sniff of her hair. There was the faint tang of chlorine under the berry smell.

"You're so honorable, too," she went on heedlessly. "You would never have been in on that bet."

He had no idea what bet she meant but he nodded in agreement. "I don't care for gambling."

She laughed again, though it wasn't as loud or as easy. "That's why you're so beautiful, you know. Because you're kind."

"Take that back," he said and she stopped in his arms, going immovable with surprising speed.

"But you are," she insisted with the firm conviction of the drunk. "You're not nice." She nearly spit out that word and he had to agree with her. "But you're kind. You're getting me water."

God, her eyes were so blue and sparkling, like a freshly cleaned pool. As inviting too, sincere as they seemed. But he couldn't let himself believe that sincerity, no matter how much he wanted to. Not when she was this many sheets to the wind.

"I'm getting you water because we have a meet tomorrow and I don't want you to mess it up for us," he said blithely, tugging her back to the table.

Her face fell as if he'd hurt her and he tried to be glad of it, to remember what it was like to enjoy landing hits against her, but now that he thought of it he wasn't sure he'd ever really enjoyed it.

"I'm too ugly to be loved." She announced it as a fact, like the sun rising in the east, as obvious and incontrovertible as science.

This time, Jaime stopped, and she stumbled into him again. "Who told you that?" he demanded as he steadied her, his arm going tight around her waist.

Brienne shook her head. "No one had to tell me. I've always known it was true."

He wanted to shake her. He wanted to kiss her. But both would be a bad choice when she was like this.

"Brienne, listen to me, and I hope you remember this when you're sober again: if someone can't see how remarkable you are just because you're tall or your lips are so full or your shoulders are so insanely broad, that's their problem, not yours. There are people who love you as you are right now, here in this very party." It was a risk, but the place was packed, he could have meant anyone.

"Really?" She looked so much like she wanted to believe him, but was afraid to, that it broke his heart.

"I promise you," he murmured.

"I believe you," she whispered.

They stared at each other as the party flowed around them, the laughter and music and shouting across the room.

He wanted to kiss her so badly he could already taste the eggnog on his tongue, could imagine the way those plump lips would feel pressed against his. There was a heat in her eyes that suggested she wanted it to. A heat he wouldn't stoke like this. He cleared his throat.

"Let's get you that water," he said, urging her forward. She resisted for a second before letting him lead her, her head tipping to rest against his.

"You're a good friend," she said quietly.

"Yeah," he sighed. "I am."

[mentally-retired]

i love yuri (talking about two old men)

[unsaltedtoast]

shoutout to femme werewolves and butch vampires

[beelzeebug]

Mel and Ace ^^

[ffb6c1lover]

the two sides of the lesbian fashion spectrum

[phantom-of-this-bitch]

I just need someone to look at me, understand my autism, and still want me when they see my flaws.

[james-sunshine-potter]

Jegulus is soooo dramatic kisses in the pouring rain coded.

[cleric-will]

It's always "Byler rain kiss" or "Byler Upside Down kiss" or "Byler swing set kiss"

I genuinely don't care where/how it happens. I just need Peter Gabriel's cover of Heroes to play when it does.

[cedarw00d-the-fourth]

first drawing of 2024 let's go!!! gotta love evil gay people!!!

[mariniacipher]

hello mariniacipher my name🙉 is farnie 😶‍🌫️ i am 🧠 so fun 🦷

damn, farnie, you're a simp and a nerd, aren't you? 🥵 that's so sexy of you... can you show me 😘 your toys? 😋

[milesasinmorales]

I’ve recently been reading more X-men comics. And, I’ve come to the conclusion that Logan and Kurt are madly in love.