#it warms me inside

[charliebugz]

When Izzy first walked out I was worried that he would be made into a joke that the crew would laugh at

but then he started singing and the dancing began and I realized that he wasn’t meant to be a joke at all. This is the most open and happy we’ve ever seen Izzy and the show treated it that way. Not mocking him but instead celebrating this moment.

When we talk about queer representation it’s usually just focused on queer relationships, but what I love about this episode is it shows other sides of being queer. That moment where Izzy saw Wee John doing his makeup and had a realization that he wanted that too? That is what being queer means to me. The crew singing along and cheering for him? That is what being apart of the queer community means to me.

What i love about this show is that it shows queer joy, not in a sanitized way, but in away that is messy, beautiful, and without any mockery or shame.

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[uncanny-tranny]

Basically, my philosophy around disability fakers is: I would rather a thousand people fake a disability than have one disabled person suffer without care, aids, compassion, or any help.

[tsuchinokoroyale]

If you’re cold, I’m cold... Stick it inside 🥶

[inkskinned]

it mattered because when my brother asked me what if this is the happiest you'll ever be? the best you'll ever get? the thing i felt was fear, not peace. everybody thought you were so perfect for me. even i thought you were "helping me grow". i had to challenge every internal clock. make myself more thoughtful, more kind, more beautiful.

i told my therapist it was good because i like the changes i made and there's something so strong about saying i did that. the problem is that i can like the difference all i want, but i changed for you. something akin to getting your name tattooed, all my progress is stamped with fuck you.

it was the happiest i'd ever been and also the best i'd ever gotten. i would still get in the car and think what the fuck just happened.

[canisalbus]

i've returned for 2 seconds to tell you that they're not leaving my head. (sort of unrelated but i've been thinking as well. what if vasco died before machete ? what would go down)

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[vintagebunnies]

i just thiiiiiiink that when simon gets home from deployment he is completely insufferable.

being away from you for so long was torturous. not being able to be near his sweet little wife? absolutely dreadful. so when he finally gets home to you, he makes it his own personal mission to thoroughly imprint himself on and in you.

he comes through the door of the quant house out in the far countryside that you two share, completely devoid of danger out here. he feels more than relieved to see you padding down the hallway to greet him, a saccharine grin on your face. you’re smiling so wide to see your husband that your cheeks are sore.

simon seems to have this thing of delightedly ruining perfect things. so he wants nothing more than to see you—beautifully put together and smiling—in utter shambles just from his rough touch.

he doesn’t even take the chance to properly remove his gear, just sauntering over to you and ushering you into the bedroom back down the hall where you had come from. his lips against your own was nothing short of vicious. he was like a wild dog with how aggressive he was being, looking to take you over; mind, body, and soul.

simon’s sharp teeth bit right into the soft plushness of your lips, causing a small dot of blood to dribble out. he didn’t even pull away, just licked your wounds and continued on. your nails were digging into his thick, clothed biceps. with the layers of his gear, he couldn’t feel a thing.

time passes and clothes are practically torn off, ripped fabric of your pajamas strewn across the bedroom floor. he had you on your knees with your hands restrained at your lower back, face squished into the soft pillow that was now soaking wet with your spit. your brain was leaking out through both your pussy and mouth, simon’s cock leaving you confidently dumb.

his length was slowly being thrusted into your overused hole, the unhurried speed causing your body to quiver. he was doing this on purpose. wanting to see you lose your mind entirely, responses becoming only moans and gasps.

“yeah sweet thing? ‘ya missed me, or my cock?”

you had half the mind to respond, not cognitive enough to give a sensible answer. you just murmured, hoping it sounded like something. simon retaliated in grabbing you by the jaw with his big, calloused hands, and pulled your face up from the pillow and causing your back to painfully arch. the hand that was restricting your hands from moving now resting on the mattress next to your pliant body.

“too dumb to speak? huh?”

your response to his question was a squeal, the speed of his hips slamming into yours gradually speeding up.

“don’t worry, we’ve got all night darlin’.”

(he sticks to his word and continues it all night. and when you get too tuckered out, he makes sure that you guys pick up right where you left off in the morning!)

[boobchuy]

I love amphibia I'm really happy it exists

[puppyeared]

doodles of my fav sillies

anton belongs to @poicyss

[aroaceleovaldez]

was randomly reminded this morning that Leo canonically hung out in the walls of the Argo II and never slept in his room (which he used for storage instead).

I feel like we don't utilize that information enough, as a fandom. Where is the content of Leo sleeping in weird spots around the ship and constantly being in the walls.

[honeybyte]

WOW i hit 3,000 followers!! that's wild, thank you everyone for being here!!

as celebration, i'll be hosting my first raffle!! i'll be posting up until June 17th, and then i'll be drawing a url from those that reblogged this post. you must be following me to enter!

Will do: OCs, OC/Self insert x Canon, fanart. as always, these include Pride things and angst

Won't do: NSFW, furry art, mecha

if you have any questions, please feel free to ask! thank you everyone for the support, and good luck!

[vocallywritten]

💖Soft💖

[guardiandae]

Artwork commissioned from @themisterhip ♡

Saitama steps behind the other man and wraps both arms around his waist, squeezing gently but firmly. He feels Genos relax, the stiffness in his spine easing away. The blonde is a couple inches too tall for Saitama to rest his chin on his shoulder comfortably, so instead he presses his cheek against the cyborg's back and listens to the soft sound of his core humming in his chest. "You know…" Saitama says slowly, while Genos finishes another crepe. "When you're sleeping, you kinda purr. Just like a cat." "I don't," Genos denies, a little too quickly. "Yeah, you do. Maybe you just never had anyone tell you before," Saitama says. Genos says nothing, but the sound of his core changes, shifting a little lower in pitch and stuttering instead of humming smoothly. "That!" Saitama hollers in his excitement. "That purring sound!" "No," Genos denies again, turning away to rub a hand over his chest, as if that would stop his traitorous core. "You're wrong." "Sure, kitten," Saitama says, easing his hands around Genos' waist again. He can feel the vibrations in Genos' stomach, faint and fluttery. "I was wrong. It's not when you're sleeping. It's when you're happy."

5+7 on AO3

[tsuchinokoroyale]

Happy new years… let’s stay hydrated together ✨

[canisalbus]

you claim to not understand Romance and yet talk about gay dogs all day. which is it tumblr user canisalbus

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[konakoro]

This is definitely my favorite runner in book 6