♡ Wedding Photos ♡

I finished my next art but I can't post it till tomorrow bc i'm hanging out with my friends 😭

ml says to the crew: "i love being gay"

Will, Tessa and Jem - The Infernal Devices

Artist: @giannyfili

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Legend has it my cousin is still trying to find this profile…

INTRO POST!!

-> i'm perse! it's a silly nickname and i totally DIDN'T steal it from greek mythos... /j

-> i use he/she prns! (i inhabit several regular and premium letters in LGBTQ+)

-> my birthday is 1/8 (january eighth)

I LIKE...

-> crush crush, my hero academia, art, monster high, pokémon, theater, my little pony, Zelfs (someone remember them plz), collecting dumb toys/trinkets, gems (geology, gemology, anything to do with those little rocks), monster high, and a slew of other stuff!

-> music!

->-> I play the euphonium and sing, and listen to lots of different types of music. (punk, pop, scene, emo, country, rock, bcslly everything... i like NOAHFINNCE and Naethan Apollo the best bro...)

-> the internet (duh...) i like the idea of making websites but i'm not very good at it :(

DON'T...

-> be a meanie. (which means not judging anything here or being a dick.)

i think this is it! abuse that ask button!

realistic conversation between me and my brother

Missed this

I like how naked mole cats tuck their knees into their armpits. I think that’s just fabulous

my handsome man.

hot stuff x 

The chaos that is my brain.

I wrote on myself a lot and put in a lot of song lyrics and anime references when I draw. I did it today, again and here are the highlights:

(1) A MUMMY Someone shouted it

(2) The four horseman of the apocalypse. No explanation. They're cool.

(3) a FOOT note. Yes a foot

(4) Dessert fire. Spelled 'desert' because my brain was cold

I could go on with the stuff I draw. I could for hours.

my broken man ❤️❤️

A Realistic Outlook on dating Hawks

Distorted Reflections - Hawks

This ended up kind of only focusing on the bad parts lmao-

Now lets get this straight- dating Hawks? Miracle. My next question is why?

He's... he's not an easy person to love. He's sarcastic and a sassy little shit most of the time when you actually get to know him properly, but flips on a dime to be the well-known and well-loved, kind-hearted, gentle hero everyone assumes he is.

The hero he lets everyone see.

He is not easy to love. Yes, he'll cherish and adore you, just shy of worshipping you, but he's also not very often around. He's a hero, and in his universe, that means he's spending weeks upon weeks out of town in the fucking trenches. He's shedding blood, hunting people down, planning. And if he's not doing any of that, he's patrolling.

"Hawks." You murmur gently, relief filling you as he settles quietly against the balcony. You stare at him- his golden eyes reflecting yours, catching the dimming sun and sending the warm light dancing. The smile on his face looks just a little less forced, just a little more real. "... hey, chickadee." He whispers, voice soft and affectionate. You slump into him, he catches you in a firm embrace. ... so many words are always left unsaid between you. It's better that way. You don't want to spend the time you have together fighting.

Hawks doesn't like being called Keigo, full stop. In fact, it triggers his flight or fight response and he gets very violent.

He would never, ever, ever raise a hand to you intentionally- but this man has undiagnosed C-PTSD with violent outbursts if he's ever triggered. He doesn't want to hurt you- god he doesn't want to hurt you- but he needs you to be patient with him.

Please, be patient with him. He's trying. He's never had a meaningful relationship in his life where both people's lives weren't on the line. He's never truly loved anyone.

So please be patient with him. He's trying his hardest but he's far from being perfect.

Oh- and don't think you went into this relationship unaware of any of this. He warns you that loving him, caring for him, being by his side is not going to be easy.

... which, I guess, brings us to the next part-

This man does not sleep. He has hallucinations, near constant ones that flicker at the corners of his visions and sometimes right in front of him because he won't let himself sleep. He can't. He's been conditioned to keep going until he passes out- and he does. And you can't force him to sleep, as much as you want to, because you can see the way he gets silently panicky whenever he even oversleeps for even a few seconds.

He never tells you about what he's been through, but it's not hard to see the signs that whatever it was, left him severely fucked up.

We don't even talk about how damn well he can mask. How he can cover up his emotions as if he can perfectly control every part of his body. Every inch. Every muscle. So sometimes you can't even tell. Not even his wings give him away.

You tell him you want more time with him.

"When the world is quieter." He offers you a lopsided smile- one that you're sure holds exhaustion and guilt behind it, "when I'm sure the world will finally leave you alone."

Because it's always for you. He always does everything for you. It's for you, or for others. You don't think he's ever done anything in his life.

The life of loving the number one pro is hard, but he's trying.

God, he's trying.

He just hopes that you can handle dealing with him and wherever the relationship ends up.

keigo’s moral code is loyalty i don’t know what else to tell you