#happy soul day !

[hwang-intak-archive]

Happy Soul Day!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[p1ece-of-soul]

HAPPY SOUL DAY (ฅ’ω’ฅ)⭐👽💫💖🚀🍟✌🏻🪐🧡😋

Potato-man alien wierdo (official title) I LOVE YOU WITH MY WHOLE ENTIRE SOUL (੭ ˃̶̀ロ˂̶́)੭⁾ (pun intended)

[authornoona]

weverse: soul’s birthday 2/1/23

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i have no idea what they’re doing but honestly? i wish i could join them 😩🥳

[kuuwo]

House Dagoth possession

[fizpup]

valentine, you're a horse ❤️

[shalom-iamcominghome]

Person with no whimsy: Why are you trying to trick g-d with loopholes? 🙄🙄🙄🙄

[wardingshout]

Viridian trainers for day 5 of spesilverweek! they are my most beloved but Lance is a cursed character who is impossible to draw or portray in any way to me

[slightlymad]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FREDDIE MERCURY! — september 5, 1946

[awtetsuya27]

Andreil (ft. Kevin) say happy #pridemonth, disappear your friend’s abus3rs, enjoy your found family, unlearn your unhealthy habits, whatnot

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Kevin was absolutely held at knifepoint to wear this shirt (Allison sponsored it)

+JereJean cameos bc TSC happened 😔💕

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That time of the year where I make a silly pride-themed AFTG piece bc it’s always good to remember the goofy good things that keep us going and celebrating year after year

As long as you are happy, be who you are in the way you want 🏳️‍🌈

[loversmore]

art by jimin. for @avizou ♡ by mona & ems.

[their-we-go]

Lyrics from True Trans Soul Rebel, by Against Me!

[afterlife-2004]

[authornoona]

weverse: soul’s birthday 2/1/23

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someone tell me why this man bought a 3-in-1 anna & elsa body care pack from tj maxx

and he was so proud i-

[suntails]

⚔️🦈

[static-radio-ao3]

@croptopjames // frat boy james in a very tiny t-shirt proves to be quite distracting when regulus is trying to study // words: 687

Regulus is just about to consider the pros and cons of repeatedly slamming his head into the desk when the door opens.

He’s holed away in James’ room, escaping the madness of his own dorm, where Evan is frantically trying to memorize human anatomy, and the library, where Regulus’ soul vacates his body one hour at a time.

James is a willing host, although he seems to have some trouble letting Regulus study. He had to send his boyfriend on a run to get some quiet, because James can be very very distracting when he wants to be.

Thankfully, Regulus has managed to make his way through a good few chapters by the time James returns and it’s for the better because—

“Hi, sweetheart,” James pants, sweat dripping down his neck, catching on the gold chain that disappears under the collar of his shirt. “Got some studying done?”

Regulus swallows dryly. His eyes catch on the strip of skin between the hem of James’ t-shirt and shorts.

His t-shirt. His very tiny t-shirt. His t-shirt that rides up when James lifts a hand to card through his sweaty curls and reveals more tan skin. Dark hair trails down his stomach and disappears beneath the waistband of his boxers, a path Regulus is eager to track.

There is cotton in Regulus’ head, static between his ears, not a single thought behind his eyes, only a continuous loop of JamesJamesJamesJa—

“Take a picture, baby. It’ll last longer.”

Heat floods Regulus’ face. “Shut up.”

“No, I’m flattered, really.” James lifts a hand and presses it against his still-heaving chest.

“Your own boyfriend ogling you is not a flex.”

“No, but half the campus ogling me is.”

“Only half?” Regulus mocks, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. He ignores the spark of annoyance he feels; James is just trying to rile him up, he knows this. But James is very good at finding Regulus’ last nerve and picking at it until it snaps.

Admittedly, the stress of exam week leaves him slightly more irritable than he usually would be, so when he asks, “Where is the rest of your shirt, by the way?” there is a bit more bite in his tone than he intended.

James simply shrugs. “Laundry day.”

Regulus’ eye twitches.

He turns in his chair again, eyes trained on the chapter he is currently revising. It is riveting stuff, something about Alexander the Great and his conquest of Macedonia. Except, the words swim on the page, none of them registering, but Regulus refuses to give James the satisfaction of— of— well, he just refuses to give James the satisfaction.

“Sweetheart…” James murmurs, voice low and sweet, tempting Regulus into looking up again. He’s leaning against the door frame, posture relaxed but his brow furrowed. Neither of them says anything when their gazes meet.

“You really shouldn’t be allowed out of the house like this, you know. It’s obscene.” Regulus’ voice sounds rough. It is not annoyance that makes the words gravelly.

“Are you mad at me?” James crosses his arms in front of his chest, the muscles in his arms bulging a little with the movement. He tilts his head in consideration.

Regulus scoffs and a slow smile spreads across James’ face.

“Regulus, sweetheart, are you mad at me?”

“Yes!” Regulus slams his textbook shut. “Because you’re distracting me! Again!”

The corner of James' mouth twitches. He says nothing for a moment, simply regards Regulus. Then:

“Wanna get it out of your system?”

The question has barely left his lips before Regulus is shoving the chair back, not too worried about the way it topples over onto the floor. He is much too busy tugging James’ shorts down, allowing a hand to trail up up up under James’ shirt and splay possessively over his abs while he swallows his boyfriend whole.

The next time James and his very tiny t-shirt go for a run, Regulus makes sure no one gets any ideas. A hickey on the tan skin of his stomach tells everyone that they can look all they want but James Potter is a taken man.

[beccawise7]

Rest the mind. Feed the soul. ✌️

~beccawise7 💜🖤