A humble fanart submission for @abigailmoment 's amazing fic ‘The Last Will and Testament of Cazador Szarr.’ If you’re not reading, consider this my personal recommendation- it’s lovely.
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Kaledo Art

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trying on a metaphor
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A humble fanart submission for @abigailmoment 's amazing fic ‘The Last Will and Testament of Cazador Szarr.’ If you’re not reading, consider this my personal recommendation- it’s lovely.
Can i get a yeehaw in chat
On of the less intuitive things about love, I've found, of any kind, is the importance of needing things.
I didn't realize it until recently, but I've always seen love as something requiring sacrifice, selflessness, patience, and generosity- to ask for nothing is to be the best person I can be, small and quiet and never in the way, always happy and helpful, self-sufficient and present when desired.
It's only as an adult, now, that I'm beginning to see the selfishness of wanting nothing.
I cut my friend's hair in my kitchen the other day. They wanted a trim and I had the skills, so I offered, and was genuinely excited when they stopped hesitating over "bothering me" and took me up on it. It was a peaceful afternoon, and we had tea and chatted for an hour or more.
My brother and I shared popcorn at the movies a while ago. When I came time to pay, I pulled my card out like a wild western sheriff and slapped it on the machine before he could fight me for it first. The satisfaction was delightful.
Someone called me crying on the phone the other day. Kept apologizing for disturbing me at work, talking about how they were bothering me on my lunch break. I was telling the truth when I told them that really, I was flattered and honored and relieved, knowing that if they were hurting I would know, that I didn't have to worry in silence. It felt good to hear them slowly come down, and to know that they knew it would be better soon, and to hear them laugh wetly on the other end. We're getting together for a visit next week.
It's hard to need things, if you've trained yourself not to. It's hard to want things, when you don't know how to want anymore. Trusting people is difficult, and so is relying on them, but I don't know where I'd be without the people who rely on me.
I've heard a lot of people say, "Nobody will love you unless you love yourself". I've had a lot of thoughts about it. It's not right, but it's not wrong, either, I think.
"Nobody will love you unless you love yourself"... I've always taken that to mean, "You will not be lovable until you develop a positive view of yourself as a person".
Now, I think it's sort of inside-out.
"Nobody will love you unless you love yourself"... because nobody can show their love to you in a way that you can accept until you treat yourself kindly, and learn what you need, and what you want, and how to ask for it, and then give that vulnerability away.
Love, for me, is someone I ask for a ride to the airport. Whether they end up doing this or not is irrelevant.
It's not needy, or selfish, or taking up energy. It's giving the gift of being wanted, and needed, and thought of. It's giving someone the security of being part of someone's life.
owww ouch
call me a newtonian fluid the way i get hard when you hit me
A day in the House of Hope - all perspectives
you ever been milked big time?
I was the only almond at Silk for 5 years
Full explicit image <3
"why suck the strap" why look at a sunset. why listen to your favourite song. why stop to smell the flowers. come on now
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babygirl i sit hunched in ways you’d never fuckin believe
My other ride is your mom. My third ride is an effeminate man with bags under his eyes. My fourth ride is another one of those. And my fifth ride is a dodge charger.
i don’t think sex on tv is appropriate unless you see the cock otherwise it’s manipulating the viewer and basically gaslighting the audience
What about violence in movies?
glad you asked. they also have to show cock.
people are always mourning twink death but they don’t celebrate bear birth. why don’t you think about fat hairy gay men for a bit maybe you’ll feel better
drop this sunflower🌻into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️
Ditto homie! I live for your art updates, and sometimes I just stare at your pfp art because its 👌👌👌
Got another kinkmeme fill for ya. It’s Astarion/Tav with background Raphael/Haarlep
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“Be quiet!” Raphael’s tone is chilling. “It looks as though you’re in my boudoir, enjoying the company of my incubus.”
“No, no I would never. I mean, that’s not why we’re here, I didn’t want to-” Tav’s doing up his shirt, missing the fastenings when he tries and fails to look the devil in the eye.
“Careful, pet. It would be unwise to project your mortal sensibilities onto me, here in the Hells- playing with Haarlep is hardly the worst thing you could be doing.” Raphael is back to a controlled charismatic lilt, but an unmistakably dark undercurrent remains. “You haven’t axed open my door and seduced my wife. You’ve merely come to call uninvited and availed yourself of my hospitality. If I were amused enough, I would punish such a simple offense as any good host might, by inviting you to stay.“
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