let me wrap my teeth around the world

Just homies being homeboys, what's better than that?

Meanwhile ~

Jamie: Ahh.. Coach? We gonna start trainin’ soon?

Roy: Oh for fuck’s sake. WHISTLE!!

@lgbtqcreators bingo challenge: free choice + black & white

i want to drive away with you
i want your complications too
i want your dreary mondays
wrap your arms around me, baby boy

the epic highs and tragic lows of literally just being in my head on a perfectly my normal day

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday

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Muah! Thank you, I love you all 💖

Here's some of the paint sex fic which uhhhh has no paint sex as of yet (the wicked wicked plot beast has grabbed a hold of me so who knows what all will happen before i get to the reason i actually started this fic)

Control has always been important to Eddie, something he has focused intently on, something he has curled himself around and embedded so deep within the core of his body and soul that he was able to convince himself that it was natural, just a part of him, something innate and intrinsic and unchangeable, all so he could cope with the circumstances of his life which continuously spiraled out of control and left him drowning drowning drowning as he desperately tried to fight the rip tide he somehow always got caught up in. 

Whirlwind, magical, fast romance with Shannon. Kids masquerading as parents. Afghanistan. Barrage of war and wounds and fighting fighting fighting and bleeding and dying and helpless helpless helpless against it all.

Turning into his father–distant, absent, locked up so tight no one can get in. His hands too unknown and ruined for his son to feel comfortable in them. Marriage wrecked and destroyed by gritted teeth and frozen words and soul-deep pain and a growing chasm no one could reach over. Losing the woman he loved and who used to be his best friend not once but twice.

Death in all its forms–water, fire, metal. More fighting, for his life and others. Another best friend, lost to him over and over again but always returned, always found, always still there. Panic and fear and hurt bubbling beneath his skin and pushed down by fingers slippery with blood but all of it ultimately unleashed, the wounds inside transferred to painted plaster.

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"it's not queer fiction unless the queerness is explicitly declared in the text according to currently accepted terminology and in a way that meets the approval of the entire audience" I mean follow your heart I guess but I trust myself as a queer person to recognise queer themes

"but doesn't this risk giving the author undue credit for queer representation" I do not care about the author

Reblog to give mutuals a break from whatever they're been going through

a little more information regarding the maui wildfires:

• medical workers on the ground are describing finding hundreds of bodies. the current death toll in the media is, unfortunately, only a fraction of the reality
• hospital workers are describing injuries and trauma as if survivors had come out of a warzone
• thousands are still missing
• an apartment complex for the elderly was lost. not everyone could get out. people were saying goodbye to loved ones over the phone
• people who did get out of lahaina were leaving with ashes covering their faces and nothing but the clothes on their backs. people are losing everything.

hotels are still operating. hotels are still operating. they are not the ones offering shelters or housing or food. even bowling alleys are offering shelter, but hotels have the audacity to build on burial sites but not open their doors to local families who have lost everything.

donate to maui united way, the maui food bank, mutual aid, and maui humane society

Hey if you work for a major company that you fucking hate, but they also have a Diversity, Inclusion, Culture Department… check if they offer donation matching.

Your $10 donation can turn into $20

Your $50 donation can turn into $100

I completely forgot until an org put it at the bottom.

hard 2 explain but. barbie movie is kind of like astrology. if you're normal yes we can have a conversation about how it's def not the epitome of feminist praxis but was fun & largely harmless. if ur a weirdo about it & use it as an excuse to mock women: congratulations it's now my single favorite movie and i love it and nothing is wrong with it literally at all and it's actually better than any movie ever made

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