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he gives "hikaru" a healing kiss believe me..
yummy
I’M SO PROUD OF HIM
im returning to my roots
It's interesting how writing will unintentionally unearth your deepest traumas. Like, I'm not kidding when I say when I wrote Someone Wicked, I was truly not aware of how much religion and my conservative upbringing was still weighing on me. I didn't anticipate the rabbit hole that it would send me down, and all the deconstruction I still had yet to do.
Like yes, I think often I chose themes specifically because they resonate with me on a surface level. As in, I actively choose to talk about them. Things like grief and anxiety and depression because those are all very real things that I am very well aware that I want to work through. But then, I'm writing this story right now that's prevailing message is you can be loved as you are, despite the trauma and the shit coping mechanisms and all of the ugly scars. You can have love, and be loved, and give love even if you're imperfect. And it's a message I still need to hear because I felt for such a long time that my flaws made me, not only unlovable, as in insufferable to be around, but also unworthy of love. Like I didn't even deserve to have anyone TRY and love me past those flaws. I like realism in stories, I like ugly truths, I like catharsis. I often shrink away from romances that feel too idealized or too easy. But I think the thing I fantasize about and the fantasy that exists in every single thing that I write is that no matter how unworthy you feel, you can be loved, and be treated with tenderness, and feel safe. You can have those things. As you are now. When your hair is unwashed, and you haven't properly slept in weeks, and you're isolating because everything feels like too much and too loud. Even in those hardest moments, you can be loved.
howls!
Howl truly is the man of all time. He’s a playboy. He’s a malewife. He fell in love with a ninety year old woman. He’s a rugby player. He smells like hyacinths. He’s not a natural blond. When dying his hair went slightly wrong, he filled his home with slime. He has a PhD. He’s a wizard. He found a way to another universe and he told absolutely nobody about it. He makes video games about the magical universe for his nephews. He can’t play the guitar. He always takes a guitar with him when he’s trying to seduce a woman. He’s a self-proclaimed coward. He got drunk to trick himself into doing something dangerous. He overcharges for his services to rich people. He undercharges for his services to poor people. A woman invaded his home and declared herself his cleaning lady and he just let her stay. He loves spiders. He lies about his surname to everyone, including royalty. The true spelling of his first name is Howell, but we don’t find out until halfway through the book because the POV character thinks it’s spelled Howl. He’s even Welsh.
does whatever a spider can!
hes listening to taylor swift
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I started saying Spider like Megamind and now I can't stop
"Call me (Call me) on the line Call me, call me any, anytime" --- What if I also fell in love with her too ?? These men- or rather ladies, have me swooning!!
male anatomy is still hard to make, especially contorted one- Olive Me belongs to @ask-spiderpool
also due to the demand of THREE mices I could sell these recent drawings of buff men in feminine poses as prints( tho first I have to understand how inprnt works and be sure that the creator of the blog is okay with me selling prints of their characters-)
Get ready for a heart attack!!!
This is what happened in Bogie Time, in my eyes.
resurrection of soul
Hey sorry I didn't talk to you for over a week time keeps moving too fast
ill figure it out <- common utterance of a girl who is completely fucked