All I Need Is For Someone To Gently Cup My Face And Tell Me I'm Not As Doomed As I Feel.

he doesn't have to choose

bisexuality isn't a threat to anyone or anything. not lesbianism, not gayness, not heterosexuality, not sapphics, not achilleans, not asexuals, not aromantics- no one. cis bisexuals are not a threat. bisexual men are not a threat. gender conforming bisexuals are not a threat. trans, non binary and gender non conforming bisexuals are not a threat. intersex bisexuals are not a threat. bisexuality is not a threat. stop bringing cisheteronormative talking points inside the community. throwing bisexuals under the bus & sucking up to conservatives won't make them like you better. we are your family & we occupy the same spaces as you because we belong, too. kicking bisexuals out of the lgBt community won't help you progress forward in society, or towards accepting other queers wholeheartedly.

you can't have the LG T without the B. this is our community too- we're not leaving.

trying to remember how to draw

I'm just warming up, but I have a huge desire to draw a spider-boy

assorted superman doodle practice

Stalker!Gaz who had never intended to stalk you, he was just worried when he noticed how you barely have any survival instinct.

Like how you like to take a long walk alone, at night, with earphones on blasting loud music. How you often forgot to lock your door or have your curtains wide open while you carelessly strut around half-naked in your flat. How you somehow could fall asleep in public transport, leaving you and your belongings vulnerable. Or when you missed the last bus and you just casually hitch-hike with a stranger (seriously? who did that anymore)- fortunately, that stranger was him. That was the only one good thing that came from your carelessness, him being able to know you.

..So he can't just leave you alone, can't he? he had to protect you, beat up every creep that had the audacity to whistle your way, resisting a facepalm when you simply whistled back in response.

He felt like some kind of unofficial (and illegal) guardian angel more than a stalker really. And he was sure you would never realize it.

At first he was discreet, watching you at a safe distance. But eventually, he found out that you were very annoyingly oblivious.

Eventually, he would just sit beside you on the bus everytime he followed you home, not knowing if he wanted to be pissed or smile when you fall asleep with your head leaning against his shoulder. You were lucky it was him, what if you fell asleep on a creepy man instead?

this is based on me.. one time when i live alone, my landlord scolded me for keep forgetting to lock my door, and i was legit didn't understand coz i had no valuables except for my empty wallet, my laptop and camera was kept at work. and he legit yelled 'youre the valuable' and i was like oohh

that's the main thing 🙂‍↕️🥰

Today in the shower I was thinking about how absolutely insane soap would be in a sleeping beauty scenario

Meeting you at the celebration of your birth, when he’s just a little boy himself. Markedly unimpressed. And yet, when you’re spirited away to live with your fairies— he feels strangely robbed.

He chases a fulfillment that cannot come to pass. A soldier in many battles, many quests under his belt, all in pursuit of purpose. A stray arrow tucks itself into his skull, and the emptiness grows more cavernous and hungry.

Then, to see a gorgeous thing like you dancing with his cloak, reflected crisp and clear in the pond water of the glen… he’s just a man. Maybe something less, actually. But even if he is a beast, doesn’t he deserve to live?

He delights in how you nearly scream when he pulls you against him.

“Ah’m no stranger, bonnie. Ye said yerself, nae? We met before— jus’ in yer dreams, hen.”

He has half a mind (in more ways than one) to pin you to the forest floor against your precious wildflowers and ravage you senseless, but he’s able to restrain himself when you say you want to see him again. Tomorrow, in the same place. He likes this little game of courting— the wait is bitter, but the fruit is sweet, isn’t it?

And he felt it, when he was with you. The pinpricks of a doll maker’s needle gliding between his ribs. Suturing the tear left in his chest. He’s done being rearranged inside. He’s ready to be put back together.

Thus, the lengths to which he goes to find you. The thorns that bruise and tear, the dracofire scorching his shield.

He’s going to kiss the sleeping princess if it’s the last thing he does.

i need everyone to see these panels from the monster high howilday haunt comic

Erotic roleplay but you're J Jonah Jameson asking me for pics of Spiderman.

Zeus all arrogant: My oh my brother, all that work to get revenge on the mortal, and he beats you?You must feel so ashamed…

Poseidon, still bleeding profusely and literally vibrating from horniness: Do you think if I kill his son he’ll do it again?

Moon boys: *finally asleep, face down snoring type of passed out*

Peter: *Also asleep, hand intertwined with theirs*

Peters senses: !!!!!

Peter: *sits up* ???

The boys: *still dead asleep lol they haven't slept in 4 fucking days*

Wade, who's standing there: Your window was open. Someone might come in.

Peter: Wade.. its too late to be doing this mkay? Ill hang out with you sometime tomorrow.

Wade, fully suited for no damn reason: Im just watching over you.

Peter: *groans* Wade... that is way more creepy then it is thoughtful.

Wade: I had to make sure no funny buisness is going on. I mean youre just a kid and-

Peter, whos fed up and worked way too hard getting marc asleep just for wade to come and try to start a fight: Wade, I am 37 years old, I have multiple degrees, I own this appartment, I can date who I want. Don't make me fuck him in front of you for you to get the point.

Wade: Kinky.. but... not the way I would want it to be.. *whines* Fine.....He's kinda cute when he's sleeping, though.. when he's not running his mouth...

Peter: Some people say the same shit about you. Now get out of my apartment before Snkt wakes him up because so help me-

Wade: Damn okay okay- im leaving... sheesh. *at the window, about to leave* ...Are we still gonna hang out tomarrow..?

Peter: *sighs, because he knows wade has good intentions just is a fucking weirdo* Yeah.. but stop sneaking into my house.. go back to logan.. hes probably worried sick. You have a good man Wade. Keep him. Stop leaving him in the middle of the night. Trust me... I know how bad it can feel. Even if they don't mean it.

Wade: *whispers* I knew it!.... And just so you know...I'm just trying to help... Logan knows I'm here...

Peter: Does he really? Or is that what you tell yourself?

Wade: Well, he could figure it out...he's smart..

Peter: That is not the same thing as telling him and him acknowledging where you are going. Thats part of marriage wade. You cant just disappear when ever you want. Though I guess im being a hypocrite seeing as someone *glares at marc* Up and leaves his wife all the time.. the point is- Do you know how many times she calls me crying? Do you know how much it hurts him? Logan I mean? When he thinks you abandoned him?

Wade, now feeling bad: ... I gotta get back to my wolvie.. he has seperation anxiety

Peter: That he does. So Go make good choices. For me at least.

Wade, being hit with the 'for me?' Card: Fuck.... Id do anything for you peter. Anything.

Peter: I know. Thats what worries me sometimes. Now go on. He's probably tearing up the house looking for you by now.

Logan: *is infact crying and sniffing around the apartment for him*