Art By 桃子桃子君丶

Franz Kafka, 1912

Essek was seated on the couch in the living room. Caleb stepped up behind him and, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, leaned his brow against the crown of Essek’s head. Essek made a small noise of greeting and raised a hand to rest at the nape of Caleb’s neck. His fingers worked their way underneath Caleb’s ponytail and scratched gently at his scalp. Caleb sighed, a haze of contentment settling over him at the touch. Essek tilted his head back, running his nose along the length of Caleb’s. “Hello, dear,” he said. “Hallo.”

An illustration of one of my favorite moments from my fic How to Rest! I love the wizards and I love when they are soft!!!

just to hide outside your door 🐍🍎

RIP dana scully you would have loved kamalanominon

ur cat and dog aziracrow made me think of bird vers for them, crow-ley and aziraphale as a dove or owl!!!! ur art is adorable

they scream at ur window at 4am for seeds

worship

Sad little pixels

they keep adopting strays it’s become a problem

I love having an autistic partner because often their love language is acts of service.

Why are my socks so neatly folded? my love folded them because they like the warmth of fresh laundry. Why is my bed made neatly? because we were hanging out and they like to make beds.

Sure, they will have a miniature panic if I fix something of theirs without them noticing but we laugh at it because it’s me.

I love being special to an autistic person because they tell me they love be more than their safe food (it’s bagels).