an evening star ✩

They kiss for one, two, three minutes, Neil knows it's way past the point he can just stop and start minding his own business. He knows it'd started before they even entered the room, before Andrew locked the door. Kevin and his new tattoo, it can make wonders to Andrew's mood.

He shifts on Andrew's lap, breaks the kiss. Neil rarely thinks before speaking and right now isn't the case.

"Can you call me Kevin?"

"What?" Andrew asks, looking at him incredulously, which is fair. It's not like Neil wanted to say it out loud. But at times he finds himself a little freakier than he knew himself to be, all because of Andrew's hands and lips and big fucking thighs.

"Can you call me by his name? While you fuck me next time?" Neil repeats even if he knows it's utterly stupid.

"What the fuck, Josten?" Neil sees a spark in his eyes.

"Okay, forget it. It's nothing. Wanna eat ice-cream? I'll get you some!"

Neil starts to get up, but Andrew plants his hands on his hips, holding him down.

"What made you think I wanted to call you by his name?" Andrew's voice is so solemn but lips are too red.

"I never said you wanted it. If you don't want to, it's nothing, Andrew. It's just a thought I've been enter- Wait."

Come to think of it, Andrew's response sounded so strange. Of course Andrew wants nothing, of course he would never ask for it, but the phrasing almost sounded like a genuine question. The realisation hits Neil right between his eyes.

"You wanted to! Andrew!" he shouts at him, maybe too excited about this idea. Andrew thought Neil asked because he wanted to give Andrew something, because he somehow read enough of him to know about his embarrassing desires.

"No, shut up," he says quickly, kneading his thighs.

"I was talking about what I want, but, Andrew, you..." There's nothing more to say, actually.

He knows what he knows and Andrew knows he knows.

"Can I blow you?" he asks eventually, but not because he's tired of staring into Andrew's beautiful eyes.

"Go ahead," he mutters, and when Neil rushes to his knees he adds: "Eager down there, aren't we, Mr. Day?"

"Fuck, oh my fucking," Neil manages before taking Andrew's dick.

Be still my Kevseth heart ❤️✨ Absolutely-

I’m making this a list to make my life easier lol

Kevseth thoughts in no particular order:

Seth is the bigger cuddler and no bullshit, if Kev calls him out on it he’ll bitch & whine and moan and complain but he STILL won’t let Kevin leave the couch (they’ll NEVER cuddle on a bed I refuse this idea… for now)

Kevin bribes Seth to study more with the offer of blowjobs as a ‘reward’; of course it works and of course Seth always wants to kiss after bcs he doesn’t care about sloppy seconds, especially from himself (freak)

So. Much. Ass-pinching. Not SLAPPING; it is ALWAYS pinching. Because it’s easier to subtly pinch someone and get away with it ESPECIALLY in the hallways, passing each other on the front lawn of PSU, etc etc.

(delulu thought) Their birthdays are close enough that they have a ‘special night’ right in the middle (this would be like March 20st thru the 22nd, somewhere in there)

Seth’s jersey on Kevin hangs lower than usual whereas Kevin’s jersey on Seth rides up just the tiniest bit because Seth has a longer torso (Kevin likes the sliver of skin that shows but he isn’t big on Seth’s happy trail -> Seth keeps it for this reason JUST to piss the Queen off -> they fuck about it)

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

​"Are you sure? Because I could definitely help you study for Potions if you wanted..."

​Remus was desperately trying to find a polite way out of this conversation. He was backed against the stone wall near the portrait hole, his hands shoved deep into his pockets while a very persistent Hufflepuff girl leaned entirely too close.

​"I appreciate the offer," Remus started, forcing a tight, awkward smile. "But I really don't—"

​"He really doesn't have the time," a voice interrupted suddenly.

​Remus barely had a second to process the shift before a hand grabbed the front of his jumper. The yank wasn't rough, but it was incredibly determined. Suddenly, he was stumbling a step forward, right out of the Hufflepuff's shadow and crashing straight into a solid, very familiar chest.

​Sirius had practically materialized out of the crowded common room party, his silver eyes dancing with a wild, electric kind of energy.

​"Sirius," Remus hissed, his pulse instantly rocketing into his throat. "What are you doing?"

​"Saving you," Sirius said simply. He stepped directly into Remus's personal space, his arms looping easily around Remus's waist. "And claiming my study partner. You're completely booked."

​The girl cleared her throat, looking bewildered. "I was just asking him to Hogsmeade next weekend, Black."

​"Well, you can't," Sirius said simply. "Because I'm taking him."

​Remus stopped breathing. The loud, pounding music completely faded into a rush of static in his ears.

​"Tell her, Moony," Sirius said, his breath warm and incredibly close against Remus's jaw. "Tell her you're already going with your boyfriend."

The panic flared instinctively, screaming at him to pull away and protect their secret. For so long, the fear of being seen had dictated every choice he made. But looking at Sirius, at how bright, unapologetic, and completely sure he was, he realized he was exhausted from being afraid. He didn't want to hide in the shadows anymore; he wanted this.

I wanna make one of these that is like a literal curtain of worms

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This Tumblr post is the first time someone has explained to me *why* I couldn’t feed them before those instances.

every single time i have had to say, "i understand that if he had food or water, he could aspirate it into his lungs under anesthesia. i am not lying to you." THEN someone would make a little note and i would stop being repeatedly asked.

not a single time was that risk explained to me. the only reason it came up was because i already knew. i still don't understand why it isn't standard pre-op counseling or pre-op check information, when me as a parent acknowledging the actual risk also put THE MEDICAL STAFF at ease because i conveyed that i had informed understanding as reason to not lie about giving my kid food.

(Little disclaimer so some of these make more sense I personally hc Pandora as blind or mostly visually impaired)

Lily calls Pandora "Angel" because Pandora walks like she's floating and wears long white dresses

Pandora calls Lily "Stargazer" because she can feel when lily is staring at her with stars in her eyes (also stargazer lilies)

Lily runs warm Pandora is always cold

Pandora realized she was in love with lily the first time she held her face in her hands, lily had the softest skin she had ever felt and she could feel the smile on Lily's face

Lily likes to lay her head in Pandora's lap and Pandora conjures flowers and braids them into Lily's hair

Lily wears bangles, and little bells on her skirts so Pandora can always hear her coming

Lily cooks all the meals and Pandora makes the deserts

Pandora plays the violin, lily paints, they each claim the other as their muse

Heres a not so friendly reminder, as an lgbt metis person, i dont give a single fuck what your blog is themed or if this is too painful for you to look at. Reblog this post. Reblog this post with the sources of the 751 children who were found.

Your compliance and silence as well as the compliance and silence of your ancestors is what allowed these schools to open and kill first nations children. The children of MY people.

Dont follow me if you cant reblog this post or the one with sources to your political blog or your most popular blog. Add trigger warnings if you must but if your political blog is only focused on the harms you personally face like being lgbt then you need to see some bigger pictures and stop being afraid of angering your racist mutural or actually saying some shit about racism. If you can reblog some antifa graphics or add blm to your bio to be a surface level ally, you can reblog some sources on the genocide first nations people faced and still face today.

They were CHILDREN.

I’d like to add this photo I took last night in Victoria of the statue of Captain Cook. Though I myself am not indigenous, I 100% agree that these murderers, kidnappers and rapists shouldn’t have huge statues and plaques that decorate them and say how “great” they were.

Here’s another photo of the legislative assembly from yesterday. Later on there were more items, candles and signs at the memorial, as well as a big poster with 1505 painted on it but I didn’t get a picture

People need to see this. Not just quickly glance at the photos and keep on scrolling. They need to see this.

I went to a “Cancel Canada Day” event and burst into tears - not because I was surprised to learn of the unmarked graves (survivors told us they were there. Our government pushed it aside, and we let them), but because seeing all the people gathered in mourning drove it home: They. Were. Children.

This is my country’s legacy - and it’s not history. The last schools closed during my lifetime. My Father went to school with students who lived at the local residential school, after it was changed to a boarding house (read: holding centre) for indigenous youth who went to local schools.