#w&h

[the-count-and-the-raven]

My current WIP is giving W&H music video

[captainsaltypear]

IS ANYONE ELSE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS OR

[forsapphics]

Lesbian Vampire Night

[lazylittledragon]

I understand you probably don't mean to fetishize the gay community, but seeing someone AFAB posting lots of male/male art and dressing up as a male character in a very female-gaze sort doesn't pass the sniff test.

my brother in christ

[doloresinslacks]

[eternvlsound]

Neon street lights to guide you home

ig: space.ram

[egophiliac]

last chance to guess what the new round of birthday outfits will be!

[rochenn]

Can you believe. Can you believe that Kleya's bruises won't even have faded when everything she's been working for comes to fruition. Can you believe there might still be safehouse dust on her boots when the Death Star blows. Can you believe, against all odds, Star Wars' time-honored ability to make you see new ghosts again and again and again

[hinamie]

I'm always pushing you away from me / but you come back with gravity / and when I call, you come home

[thecollectibles]

Art by W H

[nataliesmisty]

when your bro brings over his crazy ex that he promised was out of his life for real this time

[haedraulics]

do you think they explored each other's bodies

[psykopaths]

[forsapphics]

Two women kissing

C. 1900s

[coffee-and-geto]

makeup trend. ryomen sukuna (sfw)

cw: fluff, crack, reader likes makeup, poor sukuna used as a dummy :(

“‘kunaaaaa?”

“hm.”

“can i ask you a little favor, please?” you ask, straddling the armrest of your couch to climb up nimbly on sukuna’s lap while your poor boyfriend was only trying to watch TV.

he sighs, giving in. “yeah?”

your little face lits up. “i wanna try a tiktok trend with you.”

“again?”

“...again, yes.”

“don’t tell me it’s your silly trend about lifting you up on my shoulder, dear lord.” he pinches the bridge of his nose as if the start of a headache was already throbbing.

“no, it’s about putting makeup on you,” you respond, and was that supposed to be better? ponders your boyfriend.

“no,” he immediately refuses, shaking his head firmly while wringing his neck because of your body hiding the TV screen. “now, if you please, i want to—”

fifteen minutes later.

what am i doing seriously? sukuna ponders, internally sighing for the umpteenth time.

“hmm, that bronzer looks really amazing on you,” you mumble as you blend more brown material onto your boyfriend's forehead.

despite his giant build with mountains of muscles and intimidating tattoos, sukuna looks quite harmless, especially with the hello kitty headband you’ve forced him to wear around his head so as not to be disturbed by his pink hair.

“really?” he mumbles without much enthusiasm.

“yes.” you stick out the tip of your tongue slightly as you concentrate before picking up the highlighter. with the tip of your finger, you scoop out the shimmering material that’s far too pretty to apply it to your boyfriend’s bony areas.

“wow!” you exclaim with a proud smile. “you look amazing!”

peering at himself in the mirror, a vision of horror strikes sukuna’s eyes.

his lips are smeared with crimson lipstick, his skin suffocating under layers of bronzer, blush, and highlighter as if he’s been used as a ‘tester’ product dummy.

“i have a foundation and a concealer to try, is that okay for you to continue?”

WHAT THE—