he does this every mail day

this meme is everything to me, actually.

I was asking abt a face reveal bc I have seen your face but it looks nothing like the Picrew you made, you aren’t even on T from what I’m seeing

it's way too early for me to pretend to give a fuck about this lemme come back to it later

Character cards 🍻💌

AOU PLEASE SCHEME PLEASE SCHEME I WANT TO SEE YOUR THIUGHTS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! SHAKES YOU!

WELL IF THE BELOVED MUTUAL DEMANDS IT... I SUPPOSE I have a little spare time for a teensy tiny bit of scheming

The them <3

I think we're going to have to kill this guy, Post.

thank you anon

I've got a package for you! What's more, someone's painted it. Isn't it lovely?

Oh, it is rather!

But where are my manners? Hello! Lovely to meet you!

The Mailman (ساعي البريد), Syrian lobby card. 1977

Petition to make the Mailman from the movie "My Sweet Monster" a Tumblr sexyman

I'm not even attracted to him I'm just shocked he hasn't become a sexyman yet

Today is the last day of Days of Rainbow! I hope everyone got everything they wanted! I got very lucky because I got commissioned by the amazing @og-shadesmcgee and they traded with me for the headphones and the beanie!! I'm so happy! You are an angel (o//o) <3 and i hope we can work together in the future again :D I want to start uploading more art when i can because I want to hopefully get more iap commissions for the future events (seasons AND regular events) . So if you like my art and want to get some from me, dm me here on tumblr, because im always looking for the iap popping up! I didn't get the rainbow hair accessory, but oh well, hopefully i can get the summer bunny >:3 Reposting the rainbow art and showing the 2 commissions :) Take care everyone! Happy late pride month and happy disability pride month <3 Hydrate and take care of yourself :)

Stetson Bennett IV. the Mailman. Quarterback of the Georgia Bulldogs. He is a trooper. He threw up earlier in the game, went to the sidelines for a minute, wet towels on the neck, a little water, some oxygen and back on the field.

can I just say I'm so pumped to see more about this if? it's just so cool and I love everything that's up so far

ah!! thanks thanks thanks! i hope it delivers! i really really do. thank you for supporting!

O, Here We Go Again: The Samsara of Eternal Dreaming

I have had the sweetness of a story on my tongue for months now. I know how it goes, but I am unsure exactly, of how to write it. It is about the cyclical revolution of karma. It is about longing, and heartbreak. It is about seeing, and doubting. It is about piercing the veil—and hoping it is able to look back and see through you too.

I have been carrying on a romance with a man who reminds me so desperately of X. From the very first moment of our encounter, it has been surreal—dreamlike. I have struggled with wanting to wake up. Tossing myself about, transfixed and sickened by my confusion. It is affording me all the closure I could have ever wanted. All the affirmation. All the stillness.

It is a nightmare.

It is every haunting narrative, come back to stand before me. Wash over me. Remind me. Visit me, and tease a kind of torment. A buried memory that flashes back, that I re-live, in real-time, and can see for what it is. What it was. What it is, I think, trying to now teach me.

What is it trying to teach me?

I am resentful of this re-remembering. Of this buried lesson repeating itself in tests I know I am failing. I want to punish myself. I am restless in wanting to force my suffering. I am committing the crime of hoping. I am talking in riddles again. I am intoxicated. I love it. I miss it. I hate it.

As much as my life has changed, it has also, at its root, remained the same. I am listless. The itch of wanting to write returns, and I am almost afraid that I have forgotten how to do such. The musicality of it is faint to me. I am all heel. I want to tell my mother that I have fallen in love. Impossibly so. I think about the short-story that came to me long before this, and I am convinced that I am stuck in some kind of karmic samsara. I am not sure I know what love is. I am experiencing a waking dream I am only aware of such when I when the hallucinatory feelings stop. I am again caught up with an emotionally unavailable man.

How could this happen like this again? I was so careful, so deliberate. I came here to complete a mission, for a particular purpose—and I am losing myself, once again, in the illusion of…being chosen. I have a particular kind of hunger, a specific kind of need. It has taken five years to find this shattered piece, again.

I realize now, what I have always known about X, but it has taken this encounter with Bam-Bam (Mailman) for me to really see it. I am intoxicating. I am undeniably god-like. I conjure up and project such a primal impulse of existence, that is hot to the touch. That pulls you in. That reflects back an inescapable truth. And it is too much. It requires—demands—a kind of bravery, a courage, that is impossible to not be afraid of. That by its very nature, is not safe. And that you always walk—run—away from. I do not know what I have done, but I know punishment when I see it. This feeling is so rare, but it is nearly exact with Bam-Bam, as it was with X. They are in fact, so similar. Too similar. There is a tragic ruggedness about them. Men who have a hard time constraining themselves to a world too modern for its own good. So removed from its own self. But conform themselves all the same. Because the illusion of safety keeps us from being teased over the edge.

He told me I tasted like the Sun.

I haven’t been able to dream in weeks.

I need to wake up.

Wake up.

DIDI YOU ACTUALLY CHEKC OUT TOCUJSTAVRED????? :DDDDDD

im down so astronomically bad. so damn bad.

Few random doodles

another compilation of accumulated ultrakill stuff