#they are girlfriends to me

[anachronisticmech]

POV: your boygirlfriend gets really stimmy over you kissing his cheek (you love him very much)

[ID: A digital drawing of Marius von Raum and Raphaella la Cognizi, where Marius is stimming a lot with a kiss mark on his cheek the same colour as Raphaella’s lipstick, while the both of them are in a hallway of the Aurora. Marius is sitting in a powerchair with an AAC device attached. He is smiling widely and stimming by flapping his hands. He wears his mono-goggle over his left eye, a black and white ascot, a white shirt, red vest, green coat, white dress pants, and black boots with small belts on them. Raphaella is standing with her cane in one hand, and holding onto her IV stand in the other. She is smiling and looking down at Marius. She wears her brown cropped shirt and poofy sleeves, black mesh tights, light brown shorts, and black slip on shoes, as well as black knee braces. Her wings are sort of tucked behind her, only a small amount of them visible. Her G tube is visible, as is her stomach, and is connected to a feeding bag on the IV stand, filled with her food. A window behind them shows stars. END ID.]

[collidedscope]

we’re all on the same page that if brennan doesnt make snow white/cinderella relationship canon, we riot- correct?

[pocket-size-cthulhu]

I'm a cryptid in Stardew valley. I live on the outskirts of town. I disappear for days on end, purchasing daily one-way tickets to the calico desert. Nobody knows where I go while I'm there. Can occasionally be found fishing at random spots throughout town. I am never not running on at least one triple shot espresso. I take the abandoned minecarts to get around and am frequently seen disappearing into the sewers. I carry a sword for some reason. Once every week or two I will stride into your bedroom to deliver you your favorite meal. I'm a self-made millionaire. I attend all the town events and will go to your concert in the next town over. I have donated approximately 2583 items to the local museum and singlehandedly revitalized the town community center. There are rumors I can talk to junimos. I'm friends with the local wizard

[gays4neptune]

anthony j. crowley really is the character ever. he's the snake of eden. he's millions of years old. he can stop time. he likes to feed ducks. his vintage car is cursed to forever play queen. he invented the selfie. he drinks six shots of espresso straight. he lied about starting the spanish inquisition and they believed him. he lost the fucking antichrist. she's genderfluid.

[butcharium]

I AM A BIG BUTCH! I AM BIG AND FEROCIOUS AS I STOMP AROUND IN MY BIG BOOTS! I AM SOOOO SCARY!! SUCH AN INTIMIDATING BUTCH!!

[celestiachan]

goes outside holding hands with my girlfriend and cishet people give me the homophobia stare so i look at them and say "actually im a straight trans guy so i don't experience oppression for being straight" and they go "oh my bad. i, a homophobic person, am definitely not transphobic and view you as male now. carry on"

[bunnybirds]

In Princess Aster's world, bunnybirds live in contented isolation, keeping themselves detached from the world in order to practice magic. Nothing is ever wrong, and no one is ever angry...even as Aster's people seem to be slowly disappearing. When her father is next to vanish, Aster resolves to find and rescue the missing bunnybirds—even if it means journeying over the rim of the world itself!

My middle grade graphic novel is officially available for preorder! Bunnybirds is a story about trauma, friendship, and my experience with autistic masking. It was drawn entirely with Prismacolor colored pencils and Pandafly markers, with Photoshop applied for color enhancement and text.

Check it out maybe! :D

That last panel with Carlin (the brown bunnybird) facing the corner was directly inspired by this wonderful TMA comic by @nubs-mbee!

[aurpiment]

Me, picking at some moldy brownies: I bet I could scrape the gross parts off and—

Food safety angel on my shoulder: No! You could still get sick! The spores extend past the visible mold parts!

Me: I mean, probably not that sick.

A second food safety angel (this one is wearing a double-breasted Victorian naval peacoat), gently pushing the first angel aside: Expired food can give you BOTULISM, which is what killed the fictionalized version of James Fitzjames in the 2018 miniseries the terror.

Me, so caught up in pity for JFJ’s death I utterly forget that botulinum toxin is produced by anaerobic bacteria, not molds: Oh shit! I better not mess around with—

Second food safety angel, tearfully: Frauncis… God wants you to live.

[inkskinned]

the problem is that being single is seen as the consolidation prize, and not the natural neutral state of being-a-person. at the end of the movie or the book or the poetry, there is a person waiting for you at the altar, and they love you. if the play is a comedy, everyone gets married. the metaphor is about how you are not-whole. the metaphor is about how everyone is going to be happily-ever-after. the metaphor is that romantic love is the most important resource on the planet, not just all-love. all-love is not a thing, that is a disappointment. the treasure is not the friends we made along the way. the treasure is the girl you landed.

the metaphor is that you cannot be alone, that means you are broken. are you getting over someone? that is acceptable, you can be getting over someone, but not for long. you must be single because you would rather not be single. you must be single and looking to not-be-single. you must want to date, eventually.

friendship and community are never seen as being equal-to or even-better than romantic connection. that person is your one! you need to find them. you need to hunt through the sand particles until you can shift out some kind of gem. this is regardless to your own experience of the beach and the sun. you need to be somewhere with someone.

if you are taking this time alone to heal, that is so sad. everyone gives you this little pitying look. the understanding is that you are not actually happier than you were before you were single. it is seen as a sort of pity - oh, you are choosing yourself, making yourself the priority? - that isn't quite right. you must mean that you are making yourself ready for the right person. you are just laying the bed better this time. open up your heart. you'll find them, we promise!

what do you mean you're really-truly genuinely-very happy? you are probably misremembering what it was like to be in a relationship. and besides, once you meet your person, that time will look grey and bland and wasted. your person is the only way for you to see in color. so what if you have taken this time - for the first time in your entire life - to actually-for-real do the fucking work. you can be proud of yourself, sure. but the way we need to know that you got better is that you get a partner. you're healed enough for the next bad part!

people don't choose to be single, they just say they're choosing to be single - they actually mean "nobody wants to date me." it doesn't matter how many people you have gently rejected or how many times you've talked it over carefully in therapy. what matters is that you are single, and by all accounts - that means you are something worth our pity. your successes and life all seem pale in the sunlight. sure, you have done amazing things and finally found your way in life. what matters is that there wasn't a person in the room with you while you did it.

you want to tell them - that's the whole thing. i didn't know how to be alone in the room. i didn't know how to handle the silence. every moment was so sharp, and i kept choosing the wrong way to close the door. i have spent my entire life in the empty well, living in the ricochet of someone else's cruelty. for once i have built myself a ladder. for once everything i taste is all mine, every bite of sunshine and laughter. i have learned how to sleep out in the open with my memories. recently, they have started to purr.

your father rolls his eyes. listen. this isn't about you. i just want a grandchild in my future.

[kianamaiart]

@miwwiew 💕

[rs-hawk]

Dragon pinning you down by the throat with their claws and using you as a flesh light. Chuckling at your mewling and whimpering. Telling you how sure they are that you can take more when you cry out it’s too much. Praising and degrading you for each orgasm that shakes your little human form. “That’s my perfect slutty toy. My gorgeous and pathetic human. You’re such a good hole for me.” Pulling out to cover your torso and lower body in cum as a sign of dominance because you do and always will belong to them.

[jijibaby]

😳

[kaogens]

my big chicken waif

[guakamole]

Some love for the sapphics out there !!

( if I had a nickel for every queer blue/red haired couple in one piece...)

[ash-rigby]

I love unconventional vampire feeding locations. Like, yeah, the neck is undoubtedly sexy, but imagine your thighs...

[gayvampyr]

i love hearing gay relationships mentioned so casually. “his husband,” “her girlfriend” said without it being a Thing, no one making it feel weird or abnormal. i know it shouldn’t be much to ask but still it just makes me happy. it reminds me that we can be ourselves and find happiness and acceptance 🩷