😤 I’ve said it before, there is no bad angle of this man- absolutely divine piece

The angle, the hand, the colors, *the shapes* 😁

❤️❤️❤️❤️‍🔥

😋🤤

Seeing a god unwind in front of him 😍

A literal renaissance painting

❤️

Hey, might wanna do some more digging on DiVine, I’ve heard some peeps over on Twitter say it’s AI-free cause they want new untrained data to loot from.

And they don’t want to pollute their AI-pool with more incestuous AI.

Sounds more than plausible- can’t take tech-overlords’ words for granted.

Thanks 😊 ❤️

This was supposed to be smutty- but it turned into something?

Hope the writing’s coherent. And decent. Brain worms wouldn’t let me sleep. And, I really wanna contribute something to the fandom that’s fed me for 2 years now. ❤️🫂

I was debating to delete this, but no drafts? forced me to post 🤷‍♂️

👋👋👋

Simon’s inconsolable, no longer able to talk, as he looks at the love of his life, smirking back at him, stronger than he’ll ever be.

Johnny grabs him in a hug.

“I love you too.” Johnny repeats, whatever self-pity he felt fades into joy, joy that he gets to have another chance.

- - END - -

Simon’s ugly crying now along with that beautiful smile, Johnny shakes his head fondly as the ring slips onto his finger.

He’s a jab or two to throw at the man who wears a skeleton mask in broad daylight, but for now, he’ll let him have his moment.

“I love you too Simon.” Johnny says.

His eyes crinkle, and the most beautiful smile Johnny’s ever seen replaces the worried look he had.

He hears the blankets ruffle, and a gleam of something catches his eye. A silver ring.

Simon brings it up, and gently reaches out to grab Johnny’s hand.