#from my drafts

[cheacegirl]

I think gatekeeping art is such a funny thing like. "Oh so this doodle I just made is art" yes next question. "So video games are art?" yes????? Bitch your essay you wrote on that book you didn't read in English class when you were 10 is art. Painting a fence is art. 2 sentence shitpost on Tumblr is art. Get on my level.

[femme-top-x]

When she’s on her back filled with my strap, whispering in her ear, “You love being mommy’s little slut, don’t you?” as she clenches around me.

[paperstorm]

I love you weird fanfiction. I love you unpopular kink. I love you unsanitized sex scenes. I love you fics that the mean girls make fun of on twitter. I love you monster fucking. I love you daddy kinks and foot fetishes and water sports. I love you stories about complex human emotions and bad choices with no consequences and characters hurting each other. I love you threesomes or polycules. I love you rare pairs. I love you furry art. I love you dark fantasies. I love you kink that’s so specific and self indulgent it was clearly written just for the person writing it. I love you ships that people think you shouldn’t be allowed to ship. I love you anyone who has the courage to put their art into a public space when that art is weird, or dark, or taboo, or something that will be considered unacceptable by the puritanical fandom police.

[minyoonjin]

your existence itself is more than LOVE to me

he loves us so much..........❤️‍🩹

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[hatsbuckets]

"I love you." Kyle whispers into Johnny's skin. "I love you so much." He whispers again.

It comes off his tongue like a prayer. Over and over again like it will somehow over power the sleep that Johnny's body needed.

Kyle put his head down, forehead pressed to the back of Johnny's hand. It wasn't even a mission. Johnny was crossing the road, just the road. A blind corner. A hurrying bike and collision.

Kyle didn't move. If he lifted his head the room would be there, the machines humming, Johnny's hand too still under his mouth.

"Fuck, Johnny. Please," he muttered against Johnny's knuckles. "Bikes. A bloody bike, Johnny. After everything—"

Johnny's arm twitched. Then his fingers curled, slow and clumsy, around Kyle's.

Kyle's head shot up.

Johnny's eyes cracked open, blinking hard against the light. His throat worked before anything came out. "...'m still 'ere," he rasped. "Quit yer whining."

Kyle let out a half a laugh, eyes burning with tears. He pressed his mouth to Johnny's hand again.

[soft-ember]

[sugarfreecherrycola]

Already This Picture Is Making Me Uncomfortable….. Let’s See What They Have To Say.

Well I’m Glad We’re Talking About The “Real Issues” Here Like Preferred Pronouns And Not Women Losing Rights. Thanks Planned Parenthood.

[kxxxlczlxski]