"Queer People Can't Sit Properly" Well I'm Not Sure About Others But This One Right Here Certainly Cannot.

Hayao Miyazaki and his cat

"Oh my math teacher on the news wanted for mass murder. Who said math teachers are boring?"

see u in miami sukuna

You didn’t mean to hit him. You really didn’t.

You were just trying to push him back playfully, hands on his chest as he teased you relentlessly, grinning like a devil. But he leaned forward at the exact wrong moment, and your palm connected—not with his shoulder, but squarely with his face.

There was a sickening little “thump.”

Then silence.

“Oh my god—Xavier!” you gasped, rushing to him as he stumbled back, hand instinctively flying to his nose. “I didn’t mean—Are you okay? I’m so sorry—Xavier, shit, you’re bleeding—”

Panic flared in your chest as you reached for him, trying to tip his head back, your hands fluttering uselessly. “I didn’t think—I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I swear I wasn’t trying to—”

But then he looked up at you.

And smiled.

That lopsided, heat-slicked grin that melted your words right off your tongue. His nose was bleeding, face flushed, but his eyes—half-lidded, dazed, hungry—locked on yours like you were the most intoxicating thing he’d ever seen.

“Oh...wow..” he murmured, almost in awe. “that was…”

He licked a drop of blood from his upper lip, and his smile deepened, that dazed, turned-on look spreading across his face. “That was really hot...”

Your jaw dropped, he can not be for real right now...right??Maybe you accidently gave him concussion too, he is probably deluded from pain an—

He tilted his head slightly, his hair sticking to his damp forehead, and that pleased, breathless grin widened. “You get so worked up when you’re worried,” he murmured, leaning forward, and you couldn’t tell if the tremble in your hands was from guilt or the way he was suddenly looking at you like that.

“…You gonna kiss it better?”

Saw this piece of a masterpiece by juyo (in tumblr @stardustdusting) and had to get out of bed at 5 am to write about this. (JUST LOOK AT HIM GAWWD)

@uzmacchiato dividers!

Iris Van Herpen: Autumn/Winter (2015)

Dazai's eng va said bsd would be over sooner if ranpo was given a gun so

Caleb, all tangled up with you after the filthiest, toe-curling, back-arching, forgot-your-own-name kind of sex, just holding you close and murmuring sweet things against your skin like you’re his whole world.

Kim Addonizio, from Lucifer at the Starlite: Poems; “You Were”

Newt: when i said “bring me back something from the beach” i meant like a seashell

Thomas, struggling to hold a seagull in a bag: well you didn’t fucking say that, did you