#dashrym

Bonus: Ashton offering to stand behind Dorian and look menacing. Cute. 😂

Every time Orym spoke about Ashton he got this small smirk on his face, like he was laughing at an inside joke with a person who wasn’t there. When he spoke about Dorian, their brief past and potential future, his smile grew wide, making his eyes shine and the scar across his eyebrow (‘turns out being dared to scale a sheer brick wall can be dangerous, even if you’re a gymnast and figure you’ll probably be fine’) dance. And when the conversation moved towards the other man, the one who never quite got named but who nonetheless could be felt above and around and in between every word that Orym said, his smile softened, growing wistful and bittersweet, one hand reaching to the ring around his neck, twisting the golden chain around his fingertips for comfort. It was at these moments that Dorian felt like, despite having spoken to this man for many, many hours, there were layers to Orym that he had no idea about, and which lay beneath the surface, waiting to be uncovered. He hoped that he would be around for long enough to begin to uncover some of them. 

whoever you are .... thank you ....

they're the bottom ever

(full-size: bsky | pillowfort)

cozy wintertime outfits for the people who cannot dress for cold weather if their lives depended on it, because I guess I like a challenge.

Except not breathing hurts too now, and if he doesn’t breathe than he can’t cough. Coughing makes his chest and throat feel like someone is taking a rusty saw blade to them, but he needs to cough so he can get this gods awful gunk out of his lungs. The fact that he has gunk in his lungs feels like a blasphemy, a desecration. Lungs are meant for air just as his throat is meant for song.

some fellas i drew a few weeks ago and decided to color, because the cool-toned boys need to wear more pink. And Ashton in miniskirts is my favorite.