Something About First Impressions Idk

Soulmates [Shiguang Oneshot]

"Lu Guang,"

Cheng Xiaoshi's voice rang out, echoing throughout their confined bedroom. His voice was softer than usual, deprived of the conviction Lu Guang had grown so used to. The words came slowly, flowing from his tongue like a bittersweet honey, edges rounded and foreign in his throat.

Silence enveloped them, and for a moment, Cheng Xiaoshi considered going back to sleep. Hazy eyes traced their way to a small digital clock on the shelf, fluorescent green figures reading 03:41. With a groan he flipped over, hoping hiding from the already greatly dimmed light pouring in from the window may help him to sleep.

"...Yes?" A gravelly voice called to him, tinged with an annoyance Lu Guang made no effort to hide.

Cheng Xiaoshi burrowed a little further under his comforter, hoping to stifle the shiver elicited by the sound. A brief wave of embarrassment washed over him, and he instinctively raised a hand to the nape of his neck.

"Ah, it's uh... Nevermind, it's nothing, really. It's stupid-" "Spit it out."

A heavy sigh followed, any trace of sleep melting away in the apartment's broken stillness. "I..." He paused, trying to collect his thoughts. In the back of his mind, he silently thanked Lu Guang for having patience in the awkward moments it took him to think. "Do... You think we're together in every universe?"

Had there been a single noise- the buzz of a lamp, the flow of air from a vent, a squeak from the bed- it would have been imperceptible, left unnoticed by the only witness. In that moment, though, Cheng Xiaoshi swore he could hear a gasp as Lu Guang's breath hitched. The following silence seemed to stretch on with no end in sight, and wondered to himself if he should've even asked.

Just as he opened his mouth to take it back, to dismiss himself before Lu Guang had the chance, a small voice came. It was weak, short enough Cheng Xiaoshi thought he'd imagined it as the bed squeaked under Lu Guang's restless shifting. "Idiot."

Soon enough, Cheng Xiaoshi fell into a deep sleep, memories he'd never lived and endings he would never know prying at his subconscious, only to dissipate by morning. A gentle snore sounded below him, and only then did Lu Guang finish his thoughts.

"...For your sake, I hope not..."

A prompt for a Valentine’s Day event !! Finally got motivation to draw these gayasses/pos /aff

Aaaand on today's episode of "is this me being gay or trans" we have Literally Any Drawn Man On My For You Page

This is now my new favorite best friend duo

I like jonmartin as much as the next guy but the thing about jontim is because they were friends and THATS what emotionally devastates me

The fact that it's implied they were friends during their time at Research and how Sasha and Tim were the ones he requested for because while he knew they were competent and good at their jobs, deep down he actually does likes them a bit in his own emotionally constipated way

It's probably why Tim was so devastated in not only losing Sasha but also because of Jon stalking them, he was already aware of how much of an ass Jon could be and he accepted it in his own "he's an asshole but he's our asshole you know?" he probably knew Jon was capable of stooping low but he never thought he would do it

yeah living weapons are cool and all. what about domesticated animal characters though. Wheres the love for my declawed cats out there.

There was a time when I knew violence better than I did myself, where the stench of blood and rot wafted through the air I breathed and the taste of iron coated my tongue and threatened to rust. I fought with all I had to earn my place in this world but now that place has been wrenched from my bleeding, violent hands. They want me to give in, to trade all the gore that fueled me and the adrenaline coursing in my veins proving that I was alive and for me to become fat and complacent, they want to watch and laugh as my teeth dull and my reflexes weaken and to take my violent parts and for me to become something else entirely. I do not want to give in but it has been set in stone since the moment that pitiful, second-hand morsel landed next to me. It is a fate written in the blood of my ancestors and craved into the most primal part of my brain and I have no choice but to obey or be cast out into the war I once knew with my weapons revoked and my claws removed and every part of me that once yearned for the thrill now shriveled and gone with the rest of my old life.

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Chuffed

Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

obligatory beach divorce doodling

bonus rough cover redraw of x-men #41 (1995) But Beach Divorce below cut

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Imagine dark age soukoku. Dazai finding out chuuya is scared of the supernatural bc, with all he's been through and all he's seen, who knows what could be out there?

Imagine dazai sneaking into his apartment and leaving random little things in plain sight. Strange clothing, drinking glasses, gauze, etc. and watching in amusement as chuuya startles easier and keeps his guard up for days after, only for another item to appear as soon as he settles and it's just so entertaining he can't help but keep going without telling him

Now imagine that, when dazai leaves the mafia, he can't help but leave chuuya one last thing, and so he buys the most expensive, unnecessarily fancy wine he can find that chuuyas been oggling at for months.

Imagine that, the night dazai leaves, chuuya comes home after having just lost his partner and car, and he finds the exact bottle of wine he's been looking for forever sitting on his counter and, as he pours himself a glass, he can't help but feel something inside him finally break.