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silentkdesign · 2 years
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Just a little Nick & Charlie doodle because I love them so much ♥️
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aurorawest · 2 months
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✨PREORDER ANNOUNCEMENT!✨
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My DEBUT NOVEL is coming out on April 23, 2024!
Renowned surgeon Ben McNatt is up for the job of his dreams, and when he gets it, he’ll be the youngest chief of neurosurgery in his hospital’s history. His success rate is flawless, but his perceived lack of compassion is hurting his chances. He’s always viewed relationships as a distraction, but a loving partner might change his colleagues’ ideas about his heartlessness. He’ll do whatever it takes for this promotion—even pretend to date. The natural choice for his fake boyfriend is the cute guy at the coffee shop. Jamie Anderson is in student loan debt up to his eyeballs. He has three roommates, and not in a quirky found-family way. He works sixty hours a week as a barista, and his boss won’t stop hitting on him. He’s even given up on love. He makes do with fantasies about the hot doctor that comes in for coffee every day like clockwork. A fake relationship might solve Jamie’s handsy boss problem too. And there’s no way it will lead to real feelings when that’s the last thing either of them wants. So why are they having so much trouble convincing themselves they aren’t falling for each other?
It has fake dating! It has a coffee shop! It has idiots pining for each other! Plus a dash of academia, the weirdness of small tourist town gas stations, and encounters with NYC wildlife!
The Boyfriend Fix will be available in ebook AND PRINT! So if you've ever thought to yourself, "if only I could have a physical copy of tumblr user aurorawest's fiction," this is your chance!
Preorder links ⤵️
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poetic-gays · 22 days
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Letters from Theo and Kit!! Can’t wait for The Pairing 😭
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katmajik · 5 days
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💿 ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ 2000ꜱ…
Trixie Taylor is asexual—she just doesn’t know that’s an option. So imagine her consternation, when the deadline for the virginity pact she made in eighth grade is now upon her. It’s her last high school party, and the entire graduating class has heard that Trixie’s ready to swipe her V-card tonight.
So. No time to panic.
Ready or not, she’s got someone in mind to help her…
Riot Shane is every bit the loser virgin his friends roast him for being, and way more than his rebel reputation suggests (things would be different if he’d get his GED and a haircut, but oh well). When incurable crush Trixie Taylor asks for his help, Riot finds himself playing fake boyfriend, real bodyguard, and the house party’s errand boy. 
Welp. At least responsibility’s never looked as good as it does with his dream girl in the passenger seat.
Ready or not, the night’s only just begun…
ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴇx ᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅʏ : a millennial coming-of-age parody, is COMING SOON. follow the author for updates at these links!
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booksandpaperss · 1 year
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Okay something I really loved about I kissed Shara Wheeler is that even though it was a Romcom, the friendships of the story were just as (if not arguably more so) important as the romance plot. In a way, I’d even say the romance was a vehicle for the friendships that Chloe Green forms.
Not to say the romance isn’t important, it is a romance book, but there’s something really special about a romance plot line treating the friendships with the same level of importance. A scene that’s stuck with me was when Chloe and her best friend (who is also a queer girl) said “I love you” to each other after mending a fight, and it was deep and meaningful and still completely platonic. There’s not a lot of romance stories that respect the importance of friendship and platonic love, much less uplift it, so it was very nice to read.
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rorithorntonbooks · 1 year
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Made a mock animated series poster for one of my stories as my final for one of my classes, and I'm really happy with how it turned out!
Demon King Jurao discovers that the castle gardens have a secret caretaker - a human! But seeing the man names Braelin's good work, Jurao decides to officially appoint him as Royal Gardener, leading to shenanigans as everyone else is dragged along.
Monthly Girls Nozaki-kun meets Legends and Lattes in the lightly spiced adult queer slice-of-life romcom, Demon King's Gardener! First three chapters are out now, updating every other Thursday starting December 22nd!
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orkazh-arts · 8 months
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✨ Meet Kathalandra “Kass” and Thaerys, the two protagonists of my new sapphic fantasy romcom story 😌💅✨
It is well-known among the Courts of several kingdoms that Princess Kathalandra and Princess Thaerys are not the best of friends. Some might even say that, being complete opposites in both personality and manners, they can’t stand each other. But when - following her betrothal to Princess Thaerys’ older brother - Kathalandra comes to live with her future in-laws and Thaerys is put in charge of showing her around the castle and kingdom, both of them start to realize that there is more to the other than meets the eye… ✨
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majicmarker · 3 months
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I’m sorry if I’m asking this to the incorrect tumblr for you, but something you said the other day really festered in my brain? It was about Stevie and Milo and the whole “I could have loved you longer but now maybe I can love you better” sort of thing.
When I was reading what’s your vibe I found it delightful and very true to life that they knew all the same people, particularly in a smaller city and a smaller lgbtq+ community within it.
Something about them is that they felt very cozy to me, and I think a lot of that was from the fact that there was this built in safety net of knowing the people they both surrounded themselves with. How important was the mutual friends aspect to them and their love story, do you think? Does it inform any other aspect of their relationship in a way that is surprising or not obvious?
(my “official” author/book tumblr is @katmajik but honestly it doesn’t matter, i’m always reblogging relevant posts back and forth between here and there anyway)
prepare for yet another one of maj’s patented long-winded responses as she talks in circles until she tuckers herself out and maybe somewhere in there she actually answers the question too (and fuck it, here’s a link to book stuff for anyone passing through who’s interested, the marketing never stops, babyyyy):
i’d say the circle of mutual friends is pretty like, 99% integral to how their romance develops. in different ways, they both need to feel safe, and having those connections establishes an immediate comfort between them.
they meet in a nice neutral environment, milo as a sales rep and stevie as a customer, but their personal connection really clicks in their second meeting at the bar. and while milo has a trustworthy energy, the reason stevie feels safe enough to let him drive her home is because dottie gives the green light. like, just speaking as a single woman, i’m not getting in a car with some dude and letting him see where i live unless i have some references.
milo needed to meet someone with those references too, more on an emotional level than pragmatic. he’s been utterly crushed by past relationships, made to feel smaller and smaller because of his disinterest in sex—which soon became a discomfort because of all the pressure. if he was going to open up to someone new, it had to be someone he felt safe with, and stevie is a safe person by default. it’s just a bonus that there’s a lot of overlap between her experiences as a bi girl and milo’s as a demi guy (in terms of stereotypes and expectations), and the fact that stevie’s also been on the heartbreak end of how sex can ruin relationships, so she Gets It.
milo and stevie both talk about how easy the other person makes them feel, how easy it is to be together—which is, in part, just their natural energy together, but it’s also because they have that assurance from people they love and trust, namely dottie and tatum. if they hadn’t met by chance, dottie would have eventually set them up, as soon as milo dropped any sort of hint that he was ready to meet someone (tatum wouldn’t have connected the dots as quickly, since she knew milo more in passing than intimately, but as it stands she knew enough to give stevie a thumbs-up).
re: how these connections affect milo/stevie in maybe-surprising ways... well, i will say, since i’m firmly in soulmates camp—which is one of the big themes threaded into their relationship—even without the mutual friends, milo and stevie would have met and gotten together; the get-together just would have taken a bit extra.
same thing if they’d met earlier, via friends or otherwise: they would have made it work, but it would have been more of a shuffle into love than a jump.
as it is, though, stevie’s anxiety is such that she struggles to have a smooth and easy time with just anyone, so having that mutual friends connection is pretty straightforward for her: it’s like a comfort blanket. and milo has spent three years nursing an incredibly tender wound that stripped him of any pride in his identity—he’s a romantic who’s been made to feel like all the love he has to offer isn’t enough unless he “proves it.” but stevie makes milo feel secure because she straight-up tells him things like, “i like you just the way you are,” and even though milo does have some trouble accepting that, he deep-down knows it’s true because if it weren’t, dottie would have warned him off this whole situation. he knows it’s safe to move forward with stevie; his issue is more that he needs to find peace with himself to move forward.
and that, i think, is the big way their friends play a part—it’s in all the conversations milo and stevie have around each other, with dottie and tatum and penn and artemis, all of whom see this thing bright and clear. it’s like... falling in love always feels like the Biggest Deal In The World, right, but for the people outside of it? it’s just another thing that’s happening. milo/stevie’s friends are very much “well obviously” about them, but well obviously has never been milo or stevie’s experience with love; it’s never been that easy. they need to dig into themselves to believe that this time is The time, and it’s their friends who talk about it in very sensible terms. that matter-of-factness kind of smooths out the dramatic edges of the thing.
for me, i guess i just think that falling in love isn’t a two-person activity? love is a community effort. we need to talk it through, examine it and assess it and figure ourselves out, especially when we’ve been through the ringer with it before, and who better to help us with that than the people who already love us?
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anonil88 · 1 year
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I need to see a comedy romcom TV show or movie or comic where two gender fucked people are in love hell they can be nonmonogamous if thats what the people want. But I need to see them together, healthy, funny, and happy and queer as fuck.
I wanna see it.
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scifrey · 3 months
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NINE-TENTHS
Part Ten
 This is a panic attack. I am in the emerg, and my arm is bleeding, and I can't breathe, can't breathe, can't breathe—and I can't say it, because I can't suck in the goddamned air, and Dav's hand is back on my forehead, the soft touch of cloth beside my eyes (I'm not crying! I'm not!), and it's a friggin' handkerchief, and he murmurs, "I'll be right back," and then he's gone, he's gone, and I reach up, try to grab his wrist, but I am already alone, I don't want to be alone, I don't, I was wrong, I’m not fine, I'm shaking and I can feel the blood oozing from the holes, feel it sliding down my inner elbow, am so focused on it I can practically hear it, and I want his warm hands again, and I am scared and I am a liar and I want, I want, I want— 
"Lord above, Colin, breathe," Dav says.
He drops something on the floor, but that’s okay because his hands are back on my face, cupping my chin. "That's it. Big breath in."
Oxygen shudders into my lungs.
"And out."
The exhale sounds thick and gross. Dav doesn't care. A smile blooms on his face, and even though it's tight, there are furrows on either side of his mouth, not quite deep enough to be dimples, but kind-looking and honest. 
"In again, Colin, there's a lad."
Right, Dav's rarely-before-seen-smile, that's one thing I can see. A small paperback book on the floor, white text against a field of familiar lurid purple. Two. A candy bar beside it, black wrapper. Three. Dav's dress shoes framing both, smeared with dried espresso. Four. The stretch of wool over his knees, a faint stripe of light yellow in the check I hadn't noticed before. Five.
On to touch: Dav's palms against my cheeks, scratchy on my scruff. Two, the blanket over my lap, weighing me to the earth so I can't go flying off. Three, I tap my chucks against the linoleum floor, plasticky and hollow. Ground. Four, I wriggle in my seat, the thin padding pressing against my skinny-ass hip bones. Grounded.
I can hear Dav's voice, In, out, that's it, Colin, well done. Muzak in the waiting room, a clarinet rendition of something by Lizzo. Behind the desk, the administrator on the phone, trying to soothe someone, telling them to "bring her in, honey. We'll take care of your baby." That's three. 
Two for scent—I can smell charred fabric and the acrid stink of over-roasted beans. 
And I can taste salt from my own tears pooling at the corners of my mouth.
"That's better," Dav says softly, and he's not speaking from the end of a tunnel anymore.
"So," I say, and my voice sounds shaky. I reach up with my left hand, wrap my shaking fingers around his wrist, pull his hand back far enough to get a good look at the sodden square of lemon-yellow fabric that matches his pre-burning button-down. "An honest-to-god handkerchief, eh?"
Dav blinks at me for a second, a sweep of copper eyelashes over high cheekbones. Then that smile gets deeper, settles into his face. I sort of expected his teeth to be pointy, or for him to have fangs, but the only draconic thing about him in this shape is his tongue, and his eyes. I wonder if he can change them to look more sapiensesque too, if the sunflower color of his irises and the slightly-slit pupils are a personal choice. 
If they are, I hope he never changes them. 
Dav passes me the handkerchief in question. I appreciate him not saying anything about why I need it. Then he scoops up the book and the candy. I've never seen him order a dessert, so yeah, I'm a nosy jerk and point to the chocolate.
"For after," Dav says, and he's being cheeky. "If you're good for the doctor, you can have a sweet."
"Awww, thanks daddy," I say, making sure the sarcasm is audible. "But that'll keep me in here."
Dav frowns. "The chocolate bar?"
"Yup," I said, popping the 'p'. "But I appreciate the gesture."
"Is it the nuts? I've seen you drink almond milk."
"The cocoa," I correct. "A rare but annoying food allergy. Do you know how many restaurant desserts have chocolate in them? All of them, is the answer." It feels good to be bantering with him again, feels normal, and natural, and not at all like I just had a freak-out in public in front of like, two dozen people. Some of whom are still staring.
"Chocolate," he murmurs, chagrined.
"Don't tell me you're one of those people who is going to weep for me because I can't have it. Cause I'll tell you, to me, it just tastes like puking after birthday parties."
"Vivid." He wrinkles his nose.
"You eat it for me," I tell him.
Dav pockets it instead. "I'm not fond of sweets."
"It'll melt in there."
He makes an annoyed growl-purr sound, and hands the chocolate to a wrecked-looking mom holding a sobbing infant a few seats down. She seems grateful.
"And what's that?" I ask, pointing at the novel. 
He hands it to me and retreats into himself, as if waiting for me to find something wrong with this offering, too. "I had nothing to read to you, so I went to the gift shop."
A scantily clad woman in a white Gothic dress smolders up at me from the cover. The dress is mysteriously clinging and wet while her flowing blonde tresses are dry. She's leaning back against a dude with a faint bluish tinge to his dark skin, slit-pupiled eyes the piercing color of a Polynesian sea, rippling biceps patterned with tattoos, and his forearms peppered with cobalt scales. Both models are showing the same amount of cleavage—which is to say, lots. 
Yum.
"The Azure Ariki's Royal Bride." I read aloud. The flop in my stomach turns back into a flip. "Are you making fun?"
"No?" Dav says. "You said you liked draconic romances."
I did, didn't I?
"That's… thoughtful," I allow. "Thanks."
Oh god, he’s actually nice.
It’s weird. 
It’s cute.
Oh, fuck.
"Shall I read?" He holds out his hand, waits for me to relinquish the book. The gesture is small, polite, like he's not comfortable with touching me now that my panic attack has passed. He hasn't taken me accepting it before as blanket permission to keep at it, and that's, yeah, that's thoughtful, too. That’s attractive.
I'm exhausted, and still sweating, and aching, and I wish like hell I could get comfortable in this chair. I want to be read to. I give him the book.
Dav leans on the armrest between us, so he's close enough that he won't be interrupting anyone else. I wish he would wrap one of those careful arms around my shoulder. 
"Chapter One," he says gently, and I let my eyes slip closed and lean as far into his space as I think I can get away with. "Yalente's father had been a missionary during the Wars. He had uprooted them from Zeeland in 1844, and it was 1846 before Yalente again found herself between four walls in a place she could call home."
Dav is a lovely reader, and when I realize his shoulder is just the right height to rest my aching head on, well, I can blame it on the exhaustion, right? Panic attacks take it right out of me. 
 "It was a...ah, a small reed house," he reads, voice hitching as I get comfortable. "And newer than the little stone cottage over which her dying mother had left her mistress at the tender age of fourteen. Now twenty, Yalente was losing her second home, for the Māori Rangatira had triumphed. The Pākehā had lost, and were now being evicted from the land they had stolen. Including Yalente, who began to understand what it meant to have unknowingly and unwittingly been a thief…"
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mania-sama · 2 months
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Do you mind if I ask you some random thing? I used to love shounen and shoujo manga equally....But ever since I found BL & GL manga/manhwa 3 years ago, my interest in shoujosei (especially het romance) decrese a lot, and what I search for is just the dynamic between mc (male) and male lead or mc (female) and female lead...I don't want to read mc (female) and male lead or mc (male) and female lead...And what I want to read mostly are just mlm or wlw stories....
What do you think is happening to me? Is it really weird?
Hey! Thanks for sending in this ask!!
I don't think this is weird at all! Personally, I also mainly search for queer romances in media after discovering that they even exist. As far as animanga goes, I do mainly stick with shonen/mystery because I don't prefer romances in general, but if there is a romance, I prefer it to be queer. I think this phenomenon can happen for a variety of reasons, but I've narrowed this list down to the most likely scenarios:
The reader is queer. It's a lot easier and whole lot more fun for a queer person to read about other queer people. They can relate to them, and it's just nice to see someone like themselves in the media that they consume.
It's more interesting. Heterosexual romances are what we all grew up on. Having a romance fall out of that heteronormativity invites new dynamics and ideas to play out. It's fun to see new things rather than the same old same old.
The reader has an affinity for it. I'm not here to shame anyone. Even if the reader isn't queer, or doesn't care for breaking away from heterosexual romances for newer and better things, they may just like queer stories better. And that's fine, too. I think people get too stuck up on gatekeeping stories and such, which leads people to be ashamed of what they like to read. Queer romances may simply be up their alley more, and who are we to say that's wrong? It's just the same as preferring dragons in stories over vampires, or a knight over a princess. It's just a matter of preference, and they shouldn't feel the need to justify themselves for the sake of others!
In short, you are not weird. BL/GL romances are amazing, especially in the unique ways that manga may look at it. Enjoy what you like! Thanks for asking <3
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aurorawest · 26 days
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It's April now, and guess what! My DEBUT NOVEL is coming out THIS MONTH!
Renowned surgeon Ben McNatt is up for the job of his dreams, and when he gets it, he’ll be the youngest chief of neurosurgery in his hospital’s history. His success rate is flawless, but his perceived lack of compassion is hurting his chances. He’s always viewed relationships as a distraction, but a loving partner might change his colleagues’ ideas about his heartlessness. He’ll do whatever it takes for this promotion—even pretend to date. The natural choice for his fake boyfriend is the cute guy at the coffee shop. Jamie Anderson is in student loan debt up to his eyeballs. He has three roommates, and not in a quirky found-family way. He works sixty hours a week as a barista, and his boss won’t stop hitting on him. He’s even given up on love. He makes do with fantasies about the hot doctor that comes in for coffee every day like clockwork. A fake relationship might solve Jamie’s handsy boss problem too. And there’s no way it will lead to real feelings when that’s the last thing either of them wants. So why are they having so much trouble convincing themselves they aren’t falling for each other?
It has fake dating! It has a coffee shop! It has idiots pining for each other! Plus a dash of academia, the weirdness of small tourist town gas stations, and encounters with NYC wildlife!
The Boyfriend Fix will be available in ebook AND PRINT! So if you've ever thought to yourself, "if only I could have a physical copy of tumblr user aurorawest's fiction," this is your chance!
Preorder link ⤵️
books2read.com
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poetic-gays · 5 months
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Y’ALL THIS BOOK LOOKS SO GOOD ALREADY (Snippet from The Pairing by Casey Mcquiston, out 8/6/24)
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katmajik · 7 months
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𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙮?
Milo Lamoree is livin’ the glamorous life of a sex shop sales rep, forever explaining to grown adults what they should and should not be sticking inside of themselves and/or others. He’s not doing any 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 himself—his demisexuality hasn’t exactly enticed any “hot young singles in your area.” But considering his clientele’s whackadoo misconceptions about anatomy, etc., it’s not like Milo has the leftover energy to fall in love, anyway.
…Well, 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙙.
Stevie Hart has heard it said that being bisexual means you have more options, meanwhile she has experienced that 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡. Her love life is all unsolicited—𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙢—pics (you know the ones) and straight couples looking for an experimental third. No thanks. When you’re already managing your own debilitating agoraphobia, who has time to deal with whatever’s going on with those people? Falling in love isn’t worth the mess.
…Until it is.
Along with their meddling mutual friends, Possibly The Worst Ex In The World, and a totally bangin’ soundtrack, Stevie and Milo hit every major identity crisis (sexual, spiritual, existential, you get it) on their way to finding each other—and themselves.
(And if they happen to also find the best title of an adult film while they’re at it? That’s just the rainbow sprinkles on top.)
𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙦𝙪𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙚-𝙤𝙛-𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙚𝙭 𝙩𝙤𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚/𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨—𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙪𝙥.
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blam-marie · 1 year
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Hi everyone! So I’ve decided that, what with all the ‘serious’ social media dying and making it harder for good honest artists to be discovered, I should start posting my writing on here again!!
I’m starting with Four Liars (In Space), my current WIP, because I think it’s hilarious. It’s a scifi comedy of a queer rom-com with 🔥 spicy elements! (In romance parlance we call it ‘open door’ and in old fandom terms it would be lemon lmao).
I will be posting all (currently written) chapters on my Patreon (only one tier and it’s 1$ a month — that’s a steal!) with the chapters making their way here either weeks of months afterwards depending on my level of excecutive function lmao.
Have fun, and I hope you’ll like it!!!!
Links will be in the reblogs because idk if Tumblr still eats those or what
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multifandominfj · 6 months
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Y’all, I’m back on my Iris and Mardou BS. One of the best slow burns and most organic love stories I’ve ever watched.
The heart eyes. The longing stares. THE CHEMISTRY! They’re both my type, not gonna lie.
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