Every day I’ll be so loudly aromantic, like I don’t even give a shit
I don’t see anyone in my circles who can do the job for me so I gotta do it, that’s the rule
ROMANCE LITERALLY DOESNT MATTER IF YOU DONT WANT IT TO BABEY!!! AND DONT LET ANYONE TRY TO TELL YOU OTHERWISE!! FUCK AMATONORMATIVITY AND FEEL WHATEVER YOU WANT TO FEEL FOREVER!! EVEN IF ITS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING AT ALL, THATS YOUR BUSINESS AND NO ONE HAS THE AUTHORITY TO TELL YOU HOW TO EXPERIENCE THIS LIFE 💥💥💥💥
NOW GOOD NIGHT!!!
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nooo i must sleep but, there are so many thoughts to think, or something,
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Anyways I just spent an hour literally just washing a brush
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comical au where Ice asks Mav to marry him (and then Mav asks Ice), and with the proposal comes the ring (made of gold and with the sentence “you can be my wingman anytime” incised on the inside), and Mav wears him at home or when they aren’t in their uniforms.
Until one morning where Mav is too sleepy to report too early even for his standards, and he has to leave a sleepy Ice in their bed—still asleep and hugging Mav's pillow because Mav isn't there anymore—and he forgets to take off his ring.
By 7:30 am, the scuttlebutt wants that Pete Maverick Mitchell got married last night and the possibility of whomever is married going from one side of the ocean (where Admiral Benjamin's stationed at that moment) to the other (some babe he met in his last deployment in Japan).
By 10 am, when he is finally getting home because it's Saturday for fuck's sakes, Ice is still sleepy but more awake and sipping coffee at their kitchen table.
“I heard congratulations are in order,” he says, trying to hide his smile behind the cup.
Mav can't help but stare back at the man like he's growing a third head. “For what?”
“Apparently you got married last night, and now everybody is betting on who the happy bride is.” He adds, looking at Mav's left hand.
“Oh,” the man himself answered, “well, you would have looked rather dashing in a white dress if how you were wearing your uniform was any indication of it.”
Ice's blushing is barely perceptible if one doesn't know where to look, but Mav does, and he finds himself standing in front of his fitted figure.
“I'm going to kiss Msr. Mitchell, good morning because I was up at a horrible hour, and I missed you,” he says, taking Ice's face between his hands.
“It's Msr. Kazansky-Mitchell for you,” Ice corrects him before letting Mav kiss him.
“I can live with that,” they found themselves cackling, Ice’s head against Mav’s chest while they hugged.
(Years later, after the DADT repeal, it stays an inside joke between the two of them even when Kazansky-Mitchell is written on every document existing—from the marriage certificate to the door of Ice’s studio to Mav’s dog tags to their bills. It never loses the funny edge.)
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☆ i'd steal a hundred kisses
before you'd say goodbye
and then make a hundred wishes
In the name of you and I
im barely with it but my insane brainrot forced me to draw this !! (i rise to draw silly gay people then die for like 20 years)... enjoy :] btw song is a hundred kisses by she wants revenge which is apart of my ship playlist i made xP
also funny human designs(?) idk slight edits to scarab becuz im goofy and prismo is slightly inspired by all the cool designs i saw but also hints of what i could think of!!
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tmi but I hocked out the bloody mucus plug and its insane but I can literally feel mucus moving through my sinuses it's like air gets released in little tufts thru my mouth or something as the preassure slowly let's up. it's moving around up there like salmon in the salmon tube. sorry I'm like on 3 different orc cold meds right now
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