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I’ve loved being a child.
To run in the grass,
To giggle with my friends,
To order off the kids menu.
Later, to be so desperate to grow up.
To drive a car
Leave the state
Get a job
Go to college
I still want those things
But god do I want to play in the stream again
Or to see the flowers with the same childish wonder
To watch the fireflies in the yard without fear of judgement
I loved being a child.
And I’m happy to be an adult.
But god, will I miss the child I leave behind.
“18th Birthday”, 2024, a free verse poem by me. Shocker!! It was written on my 18th Birthday. Feeling lots of things rn but luckily tumblr is like a void to shout into, so I’ll do that.
Forever; How do you know?
An image, a mirror, a feeling
A lie
How do you know if something is forever?
It feels like forever, but you feel forever all the time
A million lives, a million paths
Which one is true?
To choose.
A choice between the forever you could have and the uncertainty of the now
Is my love deep enough to last forever?
How do you know?
If something is forever, not just a crutch to fall back on
I want fireworks
I want the fire and the flame and the burns
But what if the burns render me incapable of burning again?
Nothing left but ash
Nothing left to call my forever
To give up safety for freedom, a chance at a life for a chance of a lifetime?
Forever could be good
It could be soft, and kind, and sweet
But it may be soft like fine-grain sandpaper, wearing down the edges until there’s nothing left
Kind enough to make one used to it, keeping one complacent
Sweet enough to rot the teeth out of one’s skull
But is it worth giving up forever for a flash of lightning, a spark of flame that burns down before the night is over?
Forever. For everything, every time, everywhere, but only one.
How do you know?
The Peace of Rain - 2024.
…
When the sky is covered, the world can rest.
People still move, but the trees can breathe.
The rain beats down, then releases its mist and fog.
Only a moment,
To slow down the world, always spinning and pacing and dancing.
Sometimes the best dance is just to sit and watch the rain,
Even as the cold sinks into your bones,
And the tea in your hands grows cold.
Maybe peace is letting the tea grow cold.
Not the focus on what happens next, not how to keep everything moving,
But just to settle.
As the rain falls, and the clouds cover the sun,
The world moves on.
But oh how I wish I could just sit and let myself fade into the fog,
Peace at last.
There are two sets of footprints in the snow
Next to each other wherever they go
When the rain comes, they’ll wash away
But till then the steps echo in my brain
Onward they march, so close they might touch
And I’m sorry I wish that ever so much
But me and you will never know, how it feels as we go
Ever forward, leaving footprints in the snow
- a poem from a while ago that I never posted but really like ✨
Ya know I’m in a theater production rn and here are the top things that have happened:
1. Jacob’s ladder
2. My Immortal
3. Baggie of random unmarked pills
4. A techie watching elf during a production
5. Drugs
6. Getting high off fabreeze
I was a part of this! Beautiful recap, couldn’t have done it better myself
If the multiverse was real,
Then somewhere in
Another place and
Another dimension,
I would have found you sooner.
I would have looked up from my desk at school to see you sitting at next to me,
Or bumped into you on the bus on a rainy day
The continents would rearrange their population, and I would have been able to be with you
In another dimension,
I wake up next to you every day,
Giving you a kiss on the forehead each morning before I get up to make us breakfast
We hold hands in public,
And we go on real dates.
I know your friends, and you know mine.
I don’t have to hide behind a screen,
Terrified that someday, somewhere
A real person will take you away from me
And so in another dimension,
I would have met my person so long ago.
I would be able to lean my head on your chest when I’m sad,
I would know your scent,
Your walk,
How it feels to hold you
And somewhere in the multiverse,
We’re holding hands and laughing,
not a care in the world
I wish all the best to them
That me that gets to have you and never worry about you finding someone better,
Or me not being able to give you what you deserve from so far away,
I hope he realizes how lucky he is
And I hope the two of us are so happy
So I’m glad that even if it’s not this version of me,
That somewhere out there,
We get to have everything we’ve ever dreamed of
But I will always wish i would know what that’s like in this place, in this time
So for now, I just wait for the day until this dimension and theirs become one
The day when I get to have more than just words on a screen
I love you
And even if it’s not this dimension,
Im glad somewhere, I get to hold you
So someday, I promise,
Ill make that version of the world ours
-a poem by me, crying in my room rn and delierious on sleep deprivation
Y’know I truly do believe that whoever invented top ramen deserves a Nobel peace prize
The evolutionary instinct to huddle around the heating vent in my room at 1:36 in the morning because my dumb weak bones are retaining too much of the cold the same way my ancestors huddled around their fires in the depths of the winter thousands of years ago 💪
I firmly believe that the world would be a much better place if the marble could come out of the ramune bottle
Hear me out- Loki: into the Lokiverse
What kind of crack cocaine did they put in Swedish fish like damn
Remember folks- homophobia is not OSHA approved! Stay safe out there 🥺
Hot take of the day: Straight people shouldn’t be allowed to do theater.
I have determined that moths are my own personal hell.
I headcanon the deer from Open Season as transmasc. Here is my list of evidence:
1. His name is Elliot, a very common transmasc name
2. He gets very sad when he breaks one of his antlers, a “symbol of masculinity”, even though a deer would ordinarily be used to losing them as they do each season.
3. While he is sad about his broken antler, he refers to himself sadly as “half doe and half buck”, insinuating that he sees himself as not a real buck while like that, (i.e. dysphoria)
4. He has a pretty high voice that cracks a lot, different from most of the other male animals in the movie.
5. All of the other male deer from the herd have large statures and look nearly the same. Elliot, however, is much shorter and smaller. In fact, the only other deer his size was the female deer, Giselle.
In conclusion, Elliot is a transmasc icon and I will take no criticism on this.