freakyross

[dominik528]

[pinkyplonk]

My favorite Gerard feature has always been his nose, there is just something about it that I love so deeply in my soul I can't describe it

[vampir3x-444]

Yearning for twink Mikey Way like a wife yearning for her husband at war

[headfirstforiero]

draag holds votes all the time

toss a dog, you toss a dog maybe the dog tosses you. the dog tosses you further you lose. this is why they are executing them.

it’s a draag sport 

[15pengu]

[milligramspoison]

HAPPY FOURTH OF FUCKING JULY

[supermariomamafucker]

they need to come up with more words like necrosis and miasma and mausoleum and cadaver and morose and decrepit and stuff like that just so metal bands can expand their vocabulary

[theaterard]

dont show me a DJ party poison in 2026 if its not either

a) the shambling rotten corpse of the nonbinary 30 year old who died in the music video

b) gerard now but with boobs and dyed red hair smoking a blunt and ashing it on a picture of grant morrison

[mercining]

[sylvia-official]

People have been asking what my pride flag is. I do not know what country 🏳️‍🌈 or 🏳️‍⚧️ are but this is mine!

[sylvia-official]

People have been asking what my pride flag is. I do not know what country 🏳️‍🌈 or 🏳️‍⚧️ are but this is mine!

[torovamp]

he looked stupid af

[this-machine-k1lls-fascists-dea]

Really happy to see this at my local library

[oracleanne]

OOOOH. *happy YA librarian dance*

[thessalian]

I want this in every library, everywhere. After all, some kids won’t even google this stuff because they don’t want parents/siblings checking their browser history.

[adventurer-c]

This is really awesome. And if you’re not familiar with how the Dewey Decimal system works - the numbers subject-based, which means these numbers are applicable in EVERY library. So if you see something you want to research on this list - look for those same numbers in any of your local libraries.

[insomniac-ink]

2009 version

[sociallyunacceptableart4]

This was my art school’s water fountain. Drink from them wolf tiddies

[mando-lore]

Assignment misunderstood. I have now built a city.

[mando-lore]

[mando-lore]

Give it a day

[alexaloraetheris]

[yurified-yuri]

Hello! Here is part 2, which I wrote this morning. I’ve had a bit of a writing block recently and I have absolutely no plan for how this story will go but I try to keep writing more.

WARNING: There is no warning. I don’t know what I could warn you about in this part; it’s just Violet and her thoughts.

Part 2

I lie awake in the centre of my double bed that restless night, replaying the earlier events. I wish things could work out differently, that we could be us.

I just can’t.

I can’t keep hurting Hannah either.

I reminisce to the first time we kissed, her orphic presence mesmerising, compelling me to think things I’d never thought before. I let my viridity get the best of me. I let it tie me up in knots and throw me off numerous cliffs.

Her first words to me always leave a saccharine tang in my mouth.

“You’re so… radiant. I’ve never met anyone like that before,” she whispered in my ear.

At first, I thought what she was saying was just sphallolalia.

Radiant my ass.

Despite this, she still managed to make me force down the mauerbauertraurigkeit festering inside me, keeping her close.

I pull out one of the poems Hannah had written for me from under my bed. I observe it for a minute, her cursive writing nearly illegible, yet striking with beauty, the curls of her letters forming perfect phrases. This one is titled Violet’s Love.

I bet you can’t guess who it’s about.

Violet in all her glorious glory,

Singing to the skies and to her thistle,

I would be her Lilly of the Valley waiting in any valley,

For I love her,

She is mine, all mine,

None to share.

 

Oh, how she could ever love a girl like me,

Her contraband,

Her soldier’s camera,

I am her bloom in sunny skies,

The lavender to her bees.

 

I’m sure she loves me,

Although her mother can’t see,

The sins she has committed,

By loving me.

 

The honeysuckle hangs from baskets above,

Above the clouds,

Above the golden hornets up by what they call ‘God’.

 

For Violet, I would go anywhere,

Where I come back and where I cannot,

We kiss and embrace,

In a place we don’t want to be,

A world where faith speaks all,

Demanding faculty,

We will not be controlled,

Plain girls like Violet and I.

 

“Keep me forever, my love,”,

She calls my illegitimate name,

Her unlawful words a cause of her mother’s tears,

She cries sweet lachrymose sugar as they take me,

As they take me,

Take me to the place I’d go for her,

I’d go anywhere,

Even when I can’t come back.

To say that I yearn for Hannah sounds much too delicate; whatever it is I go through is much more disgusting.

Note: Thank you again for reading! I do love a bit of yuri, don’t you?

I didn’t proofread this one, so we’ll see how it goes.

It’s also pride month soon, so happy early pride!

[yurified-yuri]

Hi! This story is called ‘Another Night Like This’ and I hope you enjoy it!

WARNING: This part of the story contains kissing and… that’s it, actually. That doesn’t take away from the fact that it’s a good story (at least in my opinion!).

Part 1

I run up to my room after dinner and reach under my bed to check that the typewriter I bought for Hannah is still there. Hannah loves to write. I have poems and songs and stories stuffed behind my bedframe that she has written about me before. I lie on my fresh sheets and start to run over the events of the day until I hear a deafening knock on my bedroom window. I open it up and allow Hannah to crawl through it. She stands, her eyes gleaming deep with mischief, the colour reminiscent of raw oak and her long, dark curly hair braided underneath her cap. “You look nice,” I say as her arms wrap around my waist, butterflies colliding as they flutter in my stomach. “I did my hair nice for you,” she smirks, her hands travelling further down to my hips as she brushes her lips against mine. I pull away quickly, pulling the typewriter out from under my bed. “I got this for you.” I hold it out to her in both hands. “D’you know what I’ll write on it first?” “What?” She takes a step forward and places her electric hands on my waist again. She looks me in the eye and says, “If I were to kiss you, then go to hell, I would. Only so then I can brag to the devils that I saw heaven without ever entering it.” I gaze into the mess of gorgeous chaos in her eyes and whisper, “Is that Shakespeare?” Soon, I am filled with an overwhelming sense of basorexia. Her breath hitches when my fingers brush her wrist, lightning, then fire, lips barely grazing as the world melts away. She presses me against my wall, leaning in harder this time as her hands slide down my body from my waist down to my thighs. I pull her even closer by her collar, yanking her down to my mouth as if nothing existed but the heat between us. Eventually, I push her away. “You should go,” I tell her, “It’s getting late.” She pouts, her lipstick smudged. “I never craved attention until I tasted yours.” “I know, but I just want…” You, I think. You. You. You. Say it. “I need you to go. We can’t be caught like this!” “You can’t keep treating this like a crime, Violet. You hold my hand in secret and kiss me when nobody is looking. They’ll find out eventually anyway, Vi. You need to stop hiding so many secrets.” Her placid façade is breaking and I can hear it in the depths of her voice. I attempt to turn away – and the moon and stars try their best – but I can’t look away from her. “I’m the luckiest girl, with a girl like you,” I say. I hope she knows that already. “Same here.” Hannah pauses, opening her mouth as if to say something, but all she says is, “I’ll go,” and she climbs back out of my window with the typewriter in her arms. Missing her comes in waves, and after she left, I was drowning. I just wish we could have another night like this.

Note: I really hope you enjoyed reading this, my yurified yuri lovers! I’ll try to add more parts to this, but I always forget! Again, thank you so much. Your support means everything!