#second one done

[zondearts]

Andalusite

Commission for Joe (on ko-fi)

[gwydionae]

Behold, one of my best friend's Halloween costumes, recorded and uploaded by a complete stranger with over a million views on tiktok! (I'm so proud!!)

[anthonycrowley]

deletes don’t count. this is how long you’ve known about/been part of this website. if you left and came back say when you made your first blog even if you no longer have access to it (but also tell me how long you were gone for because i’m nosy like that)

[vinceaddams]

[meaningofheartford]

We’ve got our eyes on: [Theo Hayes]([Elliot Fletcher FC]), and rumor has it that [he] is a [29]-year-old [trans man]. Our records say they work as [a creator, writer and artist for The Heartford Chronicle (online blog)], but they’ve made their home in [an apartment on South Point]. Word around town is that they were born in [Heartford], and they’ve been calling Heartford home for [most of their life apart from university]. We can’t wait to see how they grow in Heartford.

Character Profile:

Character Name: Theo Hayes Age: 29 Occupation: Manager, creator, writer and artist for The Heartford Chronicle (online blog)

Personality:

Theo is bright, kind-hearted, and quietly ambitious. His close bond with his sister remains one of the most significant relationships in his life, and he treasures his family’s continued support. He is approachable, with a good sense of humour and a people person, whether this is engaging through his online community or with the people in Heartford.

Biography:

Theo Hayes is a warm and creative 29 year old who has grown up in Heartford. Born into a wealthy family, Theo grew up with all the comforts money could buy, although that also came with pressure. His parents didn't always understand him but when it truly mattered, he had their support. His sister is his best friend who has always shown him support, particularly during his journey of self-discovery.

Coming out as transgender at 17, Theo had a supportive environment that allowed him to transition with confidence and acceptance. His parents, despite their many traditional expectations, ultimately stood by him. By 19, Theo had become comfortable in his own skin and enjoyed moving into the next part of his life.

As a child, Theo had a natural flair for creativity. While his friends were playing sports or climbing trees, he was often found sketching, writing and taking photos with his dad’s old camera. These interests grew into a deep love for storytelling, which is a big part of his career.

Theo attended the Massachusetts College of Liberal Arts to study creative writing and media, balancing his studies with freelance illustration work and he enjoyed helping others participating in LGBTQ+ support groups. He graduated with honours, returning to Heartford with a clear vision of what he wanted his future to be.

Now at 29, Theo is the creator of The Heartford Chronicle Online, a popular online blog, writing about the history, hidden gems, personal stories, and culture of Heartford. Theo has earned quite the following, capturing the essence of the town and sharing his own stories, blending journalism, photography and storytelling. He now also managers the paper and aims to inspire and encourage the passion and skills of the people he works with.

Despite his family’s wealth, Theo’s passion and creativity drive his ambitions. He aims to put his favourite entries into a book and wants to one day open a small creative studio in Heartford, where others can explore writing and art.

[blaithnne]

Live Mel reaction

[smoosie]

A different tomorrow

[mewo777]

various contextless doodles i did at 5 am when i could actively feel my brain frying

will probably not be elaborating on whats going on in any of these so good luck figuring out the inner workings of my mind

[pangur-and-grim]

my heart can't take this......Belphie now dashes ahead of me in the mornings and clambers up to sit on the scale, because he knows that after medicating he gets half a tube of churu

I cannot emphasize enough that he placed himself there.

[thebreadmantm]

Post coffin Daisy my fucking fav

Drawing her so much thinner with the mussel atrophy almost broke me

[shotmrmiller]

ghost getting himself a cute, soft girl he doesn't talk about much but is clearly obsessed with and price just thinks it's nice he's finally settled down, approves of the home he's made for himself, definitely approves of the one he's taken for himself.

soap asks kyle if he's seen you and he says, "yep. lovely bird he's got tucked away in her little dollhouse. makes great food, too." soap swears there's a subtle shift in his tone when he says "lovely", a hint of something deeper that flickers in his eyes for just a moment. soap simply sucks on his teeth, letting it slide. (although he knows that kyle's always been one to appreciate the good things in life.)

interest gnaws at him, a persistent itch he can't scratch. price likes you just fine, as does kyle. well what about him? he decides to bite the bullet and goes to simon with a knot between his brows, the corners of his lips tugged downwards. they've shared clothes, bullets, beds. if the other two got to meet you, why can't he?

"ya can come over for dinner on tonight. she'd 'ave my neck if she didn't formally meet ya anyway."

soap then asks, out of genuine curiosity more than anything else, if simon would have kept you in the dark from him hadn't he brought you up himself.

"ya meet 'er when i want ya to, boy, and not a moment before." the tone he takes is unmistakeable. his words are a command, not a suggestion, and soap instantly knows to not push further.

soap nods. "ah'll be there."

"course ya will. she'd be terribly disappointed otherwise."

yeah, he'd hate to have that.

soap sits in the living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the cozy place. with a full stomach and an unfastened belt, nursing a glass of kentucky. he can't remember the last time he ate that well or that much.

maybe it's the alcohol that loosens his tongue, or the fact that he wishes he also had a sweet little thing to keep at his side just like simon's doing with you now, but the thoughts he's been mulling over all evening since he first saw you tumble out of his mouth.

"while ah can attest to yer taste in sweethearts, can't say much about your alcohol. bourbon, LT?" he says, chest warm.

simon's arm tightens around your hips, fingers splayed possessively over your thigh. he shrugs, completely unbothered by the backhanded compliment. "can't be perfect in everythin', can we, sergeant?"

soap's cheeks burn furiously hot when you come to his defense with a smack of your palm onto simon's chest. "be nice to johnny. he's got a face that make up for some of his other flaws."

the teasing lilt in your voice unashamedly gets his southern blood pumping. he can't help it if certain things stir when someone as pretty as you look at him like that. soap swirls the amber liquid gently in the glass while keeping his limpid eyes on you, not even trying to hide the fact that his gaze hasn't wavered since your cheeky little comment.

you then whisper something in simon's ear, your cupped hand not even half the size of his head and soap has to rearrange himself from the outside when your teeth catch your bottom lip. simon looks up at you then, eyes heavy and half lidded, and a smirk plays at the corners of his mouth.

"'m not sure, love. you'll just 'ave to ask 'im yourself. go on."

you open that sweet mouth of yours, but simon cuts you off with a decisive wave of his hand. "no. you know how to ask for things."

your reaction to that is visceral, and you're on your knees faster than his alcohol-muddled brain can comprehend. don't look down 'er shirt, don't look down 'er shirt, don't-

"johnny, will you touch my pussy?"

he splutters at your question, completely taken aback, but it seems you're not done just yet.

"hands to yourself, sergeant. tha' not all."

you pout at simon, one that earns you a look that promises consequence, but do as he says.

"will you touch my pussy, johnny? pretty please?"

[aquamarinebling]

more of this au ^_^ in which the party finds out Siffrin can be easily pacified with food.

[mobius-m-mobius]

I'm gonna be the man who's comin' home with you But I would walk five hundred miles -

The Proclaimers – I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) ft. David Tennant Doctor Who BTS (2009) // BAFTAs (2025) edition

[kidovna]

jayurivik 😌

[slowburncowboy]