They Fucking Divorced.

Im sorry, I cant get over the fucking water bottle cap

They're on a date

the worst part about cardio is the laundry

The torn page.

peak naramitsu and klapollo dynamic is miles and phoenix chilling and generally balancing each other out meanwhile klapollo lives down the street and every day is a fight against a biblical horror

Some Gay Lawyers Doodles while I work on more finished drawings

Our fandom forbearers did NOT suffer through Anne Rice, strikethrough, and other bullshit for fucking ACOTAR and Harry Potter fans to fucking ruin it for all of us by selling fanfiction. I am not losing novel length yaoi epics because some of you don't know how to act in fannish spaces and yes I do blame the booktokification of fanfic but I also blame those of you that treat fandom like content to consume and not a community to engage with.

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The Yuri on Ice piano arrangement feels like waking up to a crisp snow day, like watching a thunderstorm from the comfort of a coffeeshop, like laughter on the beach and starlit skies. It’s constantly propelling you and it ensnares you in a tidal current, pulling between melancholy and euphoria.

It’s nostalgic for a future you’ve already lived and reminiscent of a past you’ve never seen. It chills you from the inside out, and yet, its touch sears your skin like the softest candlelight, blazing with sandalwood and lavender.

Hungry on a full stomach, thirsty with a quenched throat, reaching, reaching for something you’ve never had and something you know like the back of your hand.

Sad, hopeful, angry, elated, grieving, the music swells in your heart and constricts your soul and as you begin to think you can’t take it anymore, as tears well in your eyes, it finally clicks to what it is.

It’s love.