strange as angels

Your local ghost Soren/Michael!! They/It || 20 || Spanish speaker. Crow fan extraordinaire 🐦‍⬛ Still hot-fusspilled btw.

[sm64mario]

[hibihoya]

Repost of a drawing from months ago...I should start reposting my older stuff. Now that Estelle has an actual design, this is a bit dated but I still like it a lot. Play slime feet!

[lgbtqiatext]

[kayit-z]

Un besito

[reactionimagesdaily]

[anodymalion]

been thinking about the Hikarus getting to meet in the hole because of this post and 'Hikaru's guilt over Hikaru's body getting sliced up

[my-fancy-hat]

se pueden ir bien a la mierda hijos de su puta madre se van a morir cabrones todos los que dijeron que era un doomed yaoi estos gays se aman de una forma nunca antes vista que en el canon ni existen palabras para describirlo ellos son inseparables y la que soporte

[brandyisgone]

this was also done for yoshikarutober

[omo321]

finally!!!!

doodle from sunday also hehe

[flamingopudd]

Don't forget to take care of your sinful employees

[squeaky-hawkmoth]

years of scientific research

[swaxe]

Today's LGBTQ+ Character of the day is

The Essential Worker (heavily implied)

[anoodleyqueer]

the beautiful part about tshd is that nobody is in the same genre as far as they're concerned. "hikaru" is in a romcom. yuki is in a high school yuri and asako is her other lead. asako herself is in dandadan as momo. maki is in a sports anime and just got benched from the big game. tanaka is in the tv show supernatural. and yoshiki. yoshiki is in the summer hikaru died.

[kimdokjas]

@animangacreators challenge pride month 2025 ↳ YURI ON ICE

[thotsandpreyers]

[pyromaniac-cyndaquil]

[catragemiau]

Almost there.

[apoemaday]

It Was Like This: You Were Happy

by Jane Hirshfield

It was like this: you were happy, then you were sad, then happy again, then not.

It went on. You were innocent or you were guilty. Actions were taken, or not.

At times you spoke, at other times you were silent. Mostly, it seems you were silent — what could you say?

Now it is almost over.

Like a lover, your life bends down and kisses your life.

It does this not in forgiveness — between you, there is nothing to forgive — but with the simple nod of a baker at the moment he sees the bread is finished with transformation.

Eating, too, is a thing now only for others.

It doesn’t matter what they will make of you or your days: they will be wrong, they will miss the wrong woman, miss the wrong man, all the stories they tell will be tales of their own invention.

Your story was this: you were happy, then you were sad, you slept, you awakened. Sometimes you ate roasted chestnuts, sometimes persimmons.