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noun
 a person with a personality disorder manifesting itself in extreme antisocial attitudes and behavior and a lack of conscience.
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her tongue suddenly feels heavy in her mouth. itâs a question sheâs been dreading. because it means sheâll have to tell him the  truth.   â yeah, â   her voice is small, gaze not quite  meeting his as she answers.   â he knows that, uh, that his dad made some mistakes. and that heâs trying to make amends for them. â   and that when heâs ready, his dad will come back for him. and if heâs never ready, then at least heâll always have her. and that maybe,  maybe  thatâll have to be enough.   â heâs really smart though. iâm pretty sure heâs figured it out. â   she always jokes that parker is four going on forty. heâs wise for his age. and  brilliant.  Â
     curt nod with lips pressed into a thin line -- he doesnât know what to say , so itâs probably better if he says nothing at all. made some mistakes. thatâs one way to see it. murdered his brother -- more truthful , but maybe too much for a four-year-old. then a sudden feeling enters his almost ice-cold heart ;  pride. but it wouldnât be him if he didnât try to make a joke out of it , instead of accepting it as it is. that isnât an option for kai.     â   well , if heâs anything like me -- iâm not surprised that heâs a little genius. and is he causing trouble at school as well ?   â     he remembers his age too late -- itâs easy to forget when someone isnât a part of your life. and parker isnât. caroline didnât bring him to her rare visits , and he didnât ask about him. itâs almost become his mantra , but itâs true that itâs better this way.
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   it almost makes him feel SPECIAL,  which is a very dangerous way for draco to feel  -  itâs a silly feeling,  anyway,  because he was sure kai would eagerly take whatever he could had it not been for a wizardâs natural protectiveness over their magic.  still,  he was sure he was one of the few,  one of the only  (  perhaps the only  ),  to offer his magic so willingly.  that,  at least,  counted for something in dracoâs mind  -  a mind that was so desperate to be above,  to be the best,  that heâd take any solace in being the only,  even when it didnât come with many bells and whistles.   â  why donât you just take it ?  i doubt anyone could stop you.  â  there wasnât many people at hogwarts that draco was eager to protect.  he didnât quite care what kai did to amuse himself with them.   he did care when kai pulled his hand away,  a sudden cold attacking the part of him where kaiâs fingers had been coiled.  he pressed his own hand against the bare skin,  trying to reclaim the heat that had flared there,   but it had all disappeared now.  even the throbbing pain seemed like a distant memory.   â  sometimes i want my dad to die,  â  draco responds,  before he can really take his time to process the words  -  itâs undeniably true and far too private to share with kai,  because as much as it is true,  itâs just as false.  â  maybe i didnât think youâd really kill me.  what does that say about you ?   â
     a slight smile appears on his lips -- i doubt anyone could stop you. he feels proud , almost like itâs a compliment heâs  n e v e r received. not from his parents or professors , or basically anyone around him. he was always the black sheep , the siphoner , stealing something that isnât his. but he is powerful , he knows that , and it makes him feel good that draco knows it too -- maybe the only person , apart from himself.      â   even though i hate this place , i donât want to get expelled. or at least , not yet.   â     shrugging softly , he averts his gaze from draco  and does not explain himself , maybe draco knows anyway.  itâs still better here than at home. and maybe he feels the same. dracoâs comment about his father surprises him , yet he does not react , only tilts his head -- he hates it when other people babble about their lives , but draco could be the only one he would want to continue. but he doesnât , and kai lets it go. for now.      â   well , the false impression could be that i have a soft spot for you.   â    and maybe he does.     â   and the correct would be that --- i want more. not now. later. so i need you alive.   â     and there could be truth in both sentences.
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âYou asleep?â
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heâd always been relatively impulsive, kai knew this. from age six to sixteen that aspect of his personality had gone completely unchanged. it was one am when heâd shown up at the parker home, fistful of pebbles in hand to launch at his boyfriendâs window. he was ready for an adventure, needed to get out of portland, needed something different â just for a couple hours. then they could go back home, pretend theyâd been in their beds all along.
the drive to mt. rainier was two and a half hours â two and a half hours of fists banging into the roof of his car, songs being yelled on what looked like an endless stretch of high. it was nice, freeing almost. heâd always liked driving, especially at night. he could just, drive. no traffic, just whatever tape heâd had in the car, or radio station he could pick up, and (most times) kai to the right of him.
buying him a car had, hands down, been the nicest things his parents had ever done for him. well, it was less âparentsâ and more of a gift from his mother, but that was irrelevant. flying down the highway in the middle of the night was the kind of comforting simplicity he craved.
the drive through the park was calming, music turned down, eyes fixed on the road before settling on a destination to pull over. he loved portland, couldnât imagine living anywhere else, but sometimes he needed complete quiet, needed to get away from everything. besides, you could see everything â little to no light pollution, just the night sky; and heâd checked, there were at least seven planets visible tonight, and even though kai hadnât asked for an explanation, if he had it was a safe bet he wouldâve said it was for the sake of space.
the two had climbed onto the roof of his car, blanket he kept just occasions just like this wrapped around their shoulders. heâd been silent for the better part of thirty minutes, wide blues taking in the night sky as his head rested on the otherâs shoulders. this was perfect, but he couldnât help but have the gnawing sensation that this was fleeting, that things wouldnât always be like this.
if he could, he would bottle this moment. carry a piece of it with him always. they wouldnât be in high school forever, and one day responsibilities would creep up on both of them. one day they wouldnât be able to drive two hours in the middle of the night to sit in the woods and not talk. one day, this would just be a memory, and that was⌠that was sad, wasnât it? it was sad that growing up meant you had to stop doing the things you love. no wonder his parents were miserable.
tristanâs grip on kai subconsciously tightened, the stress heâd been running away from sitting heavy on his shoulders. he shouldâve known this wasnât going to fix everything â after all, no matter where you are, there you are.
âyou asleep?â
he shook his head, shifting to press a kiss to kaiâs neck. another feeling, moment, he wished he could bottle. âjust thinkinâ.â when this was all said and done, theyâd probably go to a diner, somewhere truckers found themselves at ungodly hours. theyâd have breakfast and talk about how much they hated school, theyâd talk about what movie they were probably going to see on friday, whoâs basement show theyâd be going to over the weekend. that would be perfect too, in itâs own way. not this, but a different feeling entirely. âthanks for letting me drag you out of bed⌠itâs not â itâs not the same by yourself, you know?â
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âď¸ I want to rp with you, but Iâm not sure how
đ Weâve rpâed in the past, but now we donât
đ Iâm new to your blog, and I want to be friends
đ Weâve been mutuals for ages, and this makes me so happy!
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đĽ Weâre not mutuals, but I wish youâd notice me
âIâm not the person you left behind anymore. Thereâs no one here to miss.â
â Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via larmoyante)
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đť â do you love me ?â
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tristan couldnât help but laugh, the crook of his arm covering his eyes. that was a silly question â why ask a question you already knew the answer to? did he love him? of course he did. he loved him more than anything or anyone else, loved him so much it hurt sometimes. he loved him so much it surprised him, that it didnât seem real, that it almost scared him. he loved him more than he ever thought heâd be capable of.
he didnât have a real concept of family, didnât understand what unconditional love really was, but with kai he had all of that somehow. he always had, and as they got older itâd evolved into something even bigger than that, something neither saw coming. did he love him? why would he even ask that? âd'you doubt that i do?â tristan, shifted carefully, moving to sit up and his boyfriend carefully.
admittedly, tristan knew he was bad at this. they were both bad at this. emotional intimacy wasnât exactly their strong suit, and he was plagued with an affliction that caused him to incessantly make bad decisions â even when he knew that in a roundabout way, those decisions hurt kai. of course, that was never the goal, did his best to stop that from happening, but his best was far from good enough.
ââcause thatâs a silly question,â he smiled softly, carefully moving to tug his knees to his chest. âi love you.â he said it simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. âi love you more than i love stella and grimm,â and kai knew he loved their two furballs with his whole heart. wouldnât let anyone even begin to say a negative thing about his cats. âmore than i love space,â which may have been his first love, but had been overshadowed very quickly by the other male. âorâŚâ what else did he love? âkurt cobain, star wars, roadtrips to seattle, that feelinâ you get when the concerts cominâ to an end and they close the show with your favorite song and everything feels like kismet, more than i love pancakes at that diner on main, the first time we get a nice layer of snow for the winter that never seems to melt just gets added to,â he shrugged, hand moving to push his hair out of his face. âi love you more than anything, i know you know that. dunno why would you even ask.â

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tris and kai !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
send me a ship & Iâll answer the following:
who starts putting up decorations in october?
in the 90s? tris because kai loves thanksgiving and christmas isnât his focus. now? neither because tHE DAY AFTER THANKSGIVING IS DONE TRIS WHIPS OUT THE HO-HO-HOLIDAY SPIRIT. that being said i guess tris in a sense for both but not literally.
who buys the advent calendars?
in the 90s? probably ended up getting one as a sorta trickledown gift from tristanâs dadâs office, but like, now? tristanâs nonna. definitely.
who places mistletoes all around the house?
in the 90s, tris. now? kai, definitely. he wants smooches because heâs gettin none.
who wraps the presents for other people?
uhhh in the 90s, tris would get really into wrapping gifts, he was hERE FOR IT. he would wrap kaiâs gifts for him too bc why tf now. now though? everyone wraps their own gifts, because tristan doesnât wanna do it, but itâs a responsibility. that bein said tho if he can get his little sister to wrap a gift for him he will. thanks ryan.
who puts the final star/angel on the top of the christmas tree?
tRISTAN ITâS HIS GODDAMN HOLIDAY. CALL HIM THE CHRISTMAS KING.
whoâs the one that hates eggnog?
tristan. i feel like somehow kai likes eggnog. why? dunno but it wouldnât surprise me if he liked it.
whoâs the one that bakes christmas cookies for guests?
kai, itâs always been kai, itâll always be kai, but theyâre not for guests theyâre for tristan. lmao
who sends out the christmas cards?
uhhh in the 90s? kai because tris would forget so kai would have to drop them off at the post office. now? tris because who is kai sending christmas cards to?
who knows all the words to twelve days of christmas?
tHEYBÂ OTH DO THEYâRE SO ANNOYING
whoâs the better snowman builder?
TRISTAN
who starts snowball fights?
both. both would be more than happy to. i mean i think in the 90s unless itâs when they were kids neither were really throwin snowballs at each other. other people? maybe. but each other? not so much kai was too whipped. anyway, now? tris is probably chuckin snowballs at kai, but if thatâs the case then at some point kai has thrown a snowball at him unprompted to get even so. again, both.
whoâs the one that wakes the other on christmas morning by playing christmas songs really loudly?
TRISTAN
IS IT POETRY IF I JUST LET IT GO FREE  ?   IS IT POETRY IF THIS IS THE TRUTH TO ME ?                    / elena 1-3 canon divergent. private. told by tiny