MAY YOU NEVER LOSE YOUR HYPERFIXATION
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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MAY YOU NEVER LOSE YOUR HYPERFIXATION
AHHHH, just thinking about Gordo going limp against Markās chest. Mark, heart in his throat, listening carefully for his heart beat to make sure itās only exhaustion from overuse of his magic and not something worse.
Mark carefully gathering Gordo into his arms, inhaling that familiar scent of dirt and leaves and rain, snapping at anyone who dares come near Gordo. Because this is HIS mate and heās taking care of him no one else.
Mark carefully carrying Gordo up to his room, still cradling him to his chest, his breath warm against his neck, nose pressed into his skin, and itās the closest theyāve been since the alleyway and Mark missed him so much his chest aches.
Mark gently placing Gordo on his bed, looking for a pair of his sweats for Gordo to wear, and carefully taking his clothes off. Being as respectful as possible. But his breath catches in his throat when he sees the tattoo on Gordoās chest.
Fingers trembling, Markās hand hovers over the tattoo for a brief few seconds before he curls it into a fist and hangs his head. He doesnāt even know if heās allowed to touch Gordo anymore.
He dresses Gordo in his sweats, leaving his clothes on a chair to drive, and hesitates for a moment before leaning down and gently kissing his forehead. He then backs away and sits against the door, waiting vigilant until Gordo opens his eyes.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
The joys of being an introvert dating an extrovert
Men don't cry. My Daddy taught me that. Men don't cry because they don't have time to cry. I must not be a man yet because I cried. I bowed my head and cried. - Wolfsong by TJ Klune
I love this scene probably the most in the whole book
Bite your boyfriend when he asks nicely
Ox & Joe from Wolfsong by TJ Klune
Brothersong finally delivered from the library app will report back with thoughts and feelings @codename-adler @stabbyfoxandrew
Forgot to post that Iām done with the whole series feeling like my heart is full to bursting will take any fic recs people have!!! @stabbyfoxandrew @achillean-heartbeat @codename-adler
No one:
Gordo to Mark in Ravensong:
(detail from the San Barnaba Altarpiece (c. 1488) by Sandro Botticelli)
Teen Wolf "Green Creek au"
Where Theo turns into his Wolf form 100% of the time because he can hunt like that, can sleep anywhere, his omega loneliness is easier to face, and feelings are easy to process.
Everyone thinks he left, his truck hidden in the forest where he can lie on its bed when he needs something familiar.
The pack can smell his scent when they go running through the woods, but Theo isn't stupid, he knows where and how to hide, how to slow down his heartbeat until is barely heard. He is relieved that they ignore him, don't look too hard to find him. Theo thinks that's Scott allowing him to stay, even though he doesn't deserve it.
He listens to them howl on the full moon and holds back his own needs to do the same. Because he isn't pack, and he can't out himself.
He should leave Beacon Hills. There are other woods where he can hide, without all the fear and distrust. Where he could relax, not bring alert all the time.
But his truck is there. And everything is familiar, bringing a sense of comfort, somehow. The only thing preventing him from getting insane is this small feeling of belonging.
And then
There's a bunny
A little bunny running and running and theo is hungry, so so hungry
Here bunny here
Just want to play
Hungry
Bunny don't hide
Here come here
Please
Running running
The moon so pretty and it's singing, singing!
It loves Theo, even though his not actually born from the moon, he doesn't belong to it, but it loves him anyways. It accepts him.
And Theo is happy, so happy. Finally hunting, running, his free, free! The moon loves him, and he wants to sing to it too.
But then, there's pain. So so much pain. His leg hurts, and he howls. He's not stupid, but he got distracted. Silver dents into his skin. And it burns, and Theo howls.
Is not stupid, but he got distracted, too much into his wolfself to be cautious. And now, pain is making him stupid because he doesn't want to die. Not again, not again, please.
Pain pain pain
Someone please
Not again please
It's an old Hunters trap (he hopes is an old one, they can't be there, Scott's pack needs some time without danger. They deserve it). And it hurts. He is not affected by silver itself, but it hurts anyway.
He howls until he can't do it anymore. The moon leaving him, abandoning him too. He's left whining and crying to old trees, the wind taking his sounds away.
There's too much blood and he can't heal because its dents are deep down his skin, into his flesh.
Alone, he's going to die alone. And please not again please
Until, a rapid heartbeat and a salty smell come to him overlapping the pain and the smell of his own blood.
Strawberry and wet earth, autumn and slight acid rage
And oh, Liam
Here Liam please
Please
It's all strawberry and wet earth, autumn and slight acid rage and a heartbeat too fast. Too erratic.
A breathless Liam kneels in front of him. Shaking hands caressing his head. He is into his pajamas, an old shirt and sweatpants. He's pretty, so so pretty. It's all Theo can think about.
Theo whines when pain is drained from him, Liam shaking even more when black veins appear on his arms. He relax into Liam, his scent all Theo can feel.
"Theo, I-" his voice is hoarse, he takes a few more breaths. "You screamed. I heard you howl and it was so-" Theo closes his eyes. There's still so much pain and he's tired but Liam's here. He's here, he heard him and he came.
"Sorry for taking so long. It's going to be okay." He continues to stroke his head, scratching behind his ear. "You're my responsibility, right? You're going to be okay."
And Theo trusts him. It's okay. It's going to be okay.
And it's all strawberry and wet earth, autumn and slight acid rage. Sunlight shines again and he allows himself to relax for the first time since he became a wolf.
Thereās like 12 different kinds of tension in this image.
quick question
why is the one in the middle wearing 5 shirts
thatās why sheās being bullied
ok but they also have different versions that show each girl in the group getting bullied by the others
This is a modern work of art
Iāve seen them once labeled as āhomoerotic bullying picturesā and honestly donāt know what else to call them
would just like to add this one specifically
KISS KISS KISS
TOXIC POLY YURI FOR THE WIN LETS FUCKING GOOOOO
Now THIS is a good toxic relationship
fuck elon musk but the privating of likes on twitter is a really interesting exposure of the absolute panopticon culture going on there
there are droves of people freaking out that they can't check people's likes before following them anymore (something i have never done or thought to do??) because "what if i accidentally follow a predator?" the pedopanic is ramped to the MAX. if you want to have privacy you must have something shady to hide.
with the general culture of "oomfs you follow this Unperson u have 24hrs to unfollow or you will be unpersoned as well" idk why i'm surprised it's considered normal to pilfer through ppl's liked posts to justify harassing them. the lack of choice on users' part whether their likes are public or not (a feature tumblr has had for years) is shitty design but i can't help but be intrigued by the panic of purity-obsessed weirdos as a feature that gave them an illusion of control is taken away
sorry guys, life isn't that easy. shitty people will exist alongside the righteous and will often be indistinguishable. the idea that you can fully avoid them by stalking their shit is not a healthy thought process. make peace with privacy.
i think people should be a little more annoying about their interests actually. talk about those characters a little more talk about those headcanons. hell even outside of media consumption be annoying about your hobbies. i want to hear about your crochet project or your embroidery project or the book you're most interested in right now or if you've seen any beautiful birds lately. the internet is made to share what you love so i think people should do it more
Iām currently obsessed with the Green Creek series by TJ Klune ššŗ
Wolfsong by TJ Klune
Joe Bennett - Wolfsong by TJ Klune
"Oh my god, you are so weird."
Gordo and Mark - Ravensong by TJ Klune