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#i legit love men
dyke-pollinator · 9 months
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Ya know what, if this loses me followers idgaf.
I fucking love men. Not just trans men but cis men. Cishet men. All of them. They're wonderful and beautiful and so often very full of whimsy.
Yeah I get it, some people are absolute trash. But that doesn't mean I can't love men for who they are and what they give to my life.
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guardian-angle22 · 1 year
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ASHA IS PART OF THE CATAN CREW 😍🥰
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babycharmander · 25 days
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"I LOVE OLD MEN"
okay are you talking about an actual old man in his like 70s or something, or are you talking about a 27-year-old dude
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dallydaydream · 25 days
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I have this gut feeling, that might be entirely wrong, that there isn't anything romantic going on between Rogue and Magneto. Like, we're clearly meant to think there is. GAMBIT clearly thinks there is. And maybe there was in the past. But something about their current dynamic feels less "secret lovers" and more "strong emotional connection built on both being reformed villains". All the drama of a love triangle (Gambit misinterpreting their closeness for romance) without actually having to worry about a love triangle (that would make some people uncomfortable because that is quite the age gap).
All this to say, hey Remy, I can see you're jealous of Magneto and think he appeals to Rogue because he's a hero now, but that's not the draw, buddy. You can be vulnerable with Rogue about your own criminal history and she won't think less of you, she'd understand, because she's been there too.
(And if we get more Gambit backstory in X97 as a result of this, welllll, that's neither here nor there.)
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lvckyuh · 8 months
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Isaac The Orville
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fortyfive-forty · 14 days
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grabbing fistfuls of my own hair rocking back and forth repeating to myself like some kind of fucked up wizardly enchantment you should care about womens sports because its literally the same fucking sport why do i have to bend over backwards to convince you to care about womens sports like at an abstract level it is the exact same fucking thing and yet you cannot bear to possibly watch it unless you think the women are hot or there is some sort of social gain why is it so hard for you to care about womens sports when they are literally doing all of it better than the men
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vvrgo · 2 years
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Cody Walsh is such a loser and I love him so much
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phantomskeep · 1 year
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Putting the "Fun" Back in "Funeral" Excerpts Pt. 1
okay yes I am impatient and I kind of want feedback on this idea, so have some excerpts from the Dead on Main fic I'm writing! \o/ (also I have no idea how to format things LOL). There is a very, VERY large timeskip between E1 and E2, btw. Criticisms and opinions are very welcomed!
Warning for small bits of violence in E1, and for mention of blood in E2 as well as a suggestive ending ;)
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Danny sometimes wishes he could travel through time. Don’t get him wrong! He knows the danger of messing up the time stream (Dan, Desiree, and Clockwork all taught him that much) but there are still times when he’ll sit on top of a building, staring at the stars, wondering what he would change given half the chance.
Currently, however, he was debating on his life choices while not on a rooftop.
White gloved hands shakily grasped broken concrete, slowly lifting his broken body out of the crater in the middle of some random street. The latest ghost who decided to try their hand at using Danny as a punching bag was one that he hadn’t encountered before. His usual roster of ghostly enemies still came by, of course. Ember, Skulker, Lunch Lady, Johnny 13, Kitty and Box Ghost at least visited Amity Park once a week, if not more. However, the ghostly entity that Danny was currently facing? He had never seen them before.
As Danny raised himself out of his impromptu resting place he considered the being before him. Dark, void black skin and fur greeted him. The ghost’s face was an odd cross between a horse’s and dogs - long, block-shaped snout with a mouth reaching right up to under their dark red eyes. Pointed ears flicked wildly back and forth between a long mane that reached just up until the collar of the ghost’s thick golden necklace. The ghost’s choice of clothes baffled the white-haired ghost greatly, black dress shirt and (oddly enough) bright golden skinny jeans? Really? Who died and thought that was a good fashion choice?
Yeah, Danny was just as confused.
The other ghost looked down at the young halfa, “I cannot fathom how you are the one Hotep described to me.” He sneered, clearly mocking Danny. “The great Akuris will easily defeat such a pathetic child.”
Danny gasped, mock-offended. “Well, Mr. Fursuit, I will have you know that at least I don’t dress like an accountant in the middle of a mid-life crisis.” He smirked before resting a soul-piercing green glare at the larger ghost floating above where Danny stood. “Or would it be mid-afterlife crisis?”
With that, Danny leapt back into action. He swung a powerful punch directly into Akuris’s long muzzle causing the dark ghost to be pushed back. Amity Park’s ghostly hero did not relent on his assault, though. Danny followed the other ghost’s backwards momentum to bodily slam into his opponent’s soft belly in a move he often saw Dash pull during his football practices. The twenty year old halfa quickly grabbed the Fenton thermos off of his belt loop, taking the opportunity to finally capture the winded ghost.
A great sigh left Danny’s body as he hovered in the air, surveying the damage leftover from the fight between the two. It was well around two in the morning, judging by the placement of the twinkling stars. Today was the day of his coronation - exactly five years after he defeated Pariah Dark.
Originally, Danny was told he was technically king of the Ghost Zone in the aftermath of the battle. The young ghost had argued with the mysterious time-themed ghost named Clockwork who appeared. Danny was successfully able to get a five-year grace period of kingly procrastination.
Since then, Danny had grown up a little bit. He defeated his alternate evil self, discovered new powers, traveled through time on Clockwork’s request, graduated highschool, took a gap year to focus solely on fighting ghosts, and successfully never let his parents or the world know about his ghostly half. All in all, Danny considered it a successful five years.
All good things must come to an end, though. The half ghost kept staring dejectedly at the stars so far away. He knew that even though he probably *should* tell his parents what was going on, the fear of everything going wrong lurked in the back of his mind. After the events of Dan, the young man pulled away from his parents bit by bit. It was grief that drove Danny to rip out the most vulnerable parts of himself, after all. If he had nothing to grieve about then he would never be pushed into doing something as drastic like destroying the world, right?
Jazz disagreed very heavily with his mentality, but he was fine with that.
Another sigh left the poor halfa’s body and he re-hooked the Fenton Thermos to his beltloop. He might as well go back home to continue to lick his wounds before Danny had to, unfortunately, be crowned king. What a shitty Tuesday.
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A delightful aroma wafted through the late morning air, easily slipping between the weak rays of sunlight filtered through the windows. Jason slowly blinked as he shuffled his way out of bed, slightly wincing when his bruised leg hit the time-worn wooden floors. He still hadn’t fully recovered from the latest fight with Scarecrow – something Danny certainly wasn’t letting him forget. Thinking of the ghostly man, Jason glanced over to the other side of their shared bed only to see the sheets rumpled but obviously used. With a small sigh, Jason pushed himself off his mattress and started his sleepy trek into the apartment’s kitchen.
The sight of a smaller, pale man with his exposed back to Jason was always something the man longed to see. The first time Danny was relaxed and comfortable enough around Jason’s home (and by extension, Jason himself) to make the pair breakfast had rapidly become one of the man’s most favorite memories. It made the middle of his chest hum with feelings of pride-safe-I-did-that-yes-home-safe. Of course, seeing his boyfriend only in space-themed boxers was something Jason loved for another reason, as well.
Danny let out a small laugh, pushing back against the strong chest bracing him. “Jason,” he whined, dragging out the man’s name. The other man just hummed and dropped his chin on top of Danny’s head. Large arms wrapped securely around the younger man’s torso and waist, Jason’s steady breaths moving Danny’s smaller body as the Crime Lord hugged his lover from behind.
“Yes?” The taller man asked.
Danny half-turned his head to look into Jason’s similar crystal blue eyes. “If you keep this up the pancakes are going to end up burnt,” he warned half-heartedly.
A deep chuckle shook the smaller man’s body and Danny couldn’t help but purr contently at the feeling. Jason always made the younger feel so safe. Even when he came back to their shitty little apartment deep into the heart of Crime Alley covered in blood, or when the Pit Rage got the better of Jason so early into their relationship. Jason, to Danny, felt so much like home sometimes it physically hurt.
“What if,” Jason said slyly, blue eyes-half lidded with promise. He leaned closer onto Danny’s body, his mouth ghosting across a pointed ear. “I wanted something different for breakfast instead?”
Danny gasped as Jason finally captured his lips in a kiss. Calloused, practiced hands ran over cold cheeks and through soft hair. The half-ghost ran one hand along the stove’s counter, finding the dial to turn off the stove quickly. The man turned around in the comforting embrace before fully facing Jason.
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aaaand yeah that's it! I'm slowly finishing up chapter one and I'm hoping to get it posted this weekend ^-^
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jade-jupiter · 4 months
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my fucking roman empire is that gary oldman and david thewlis thought they were playing a queer couple as remus and sirius because they didn’t read ahead in the books
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hoots-the-owl · 8 months
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Me when I see big men with long hair, big noses, and big tummies
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chaos0pikachu · 6 months
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legit tho I need a spin-off about the Old Men Yaoi happening as they go to visit the Be Loved in House dudes like: Mafia Gays Do Japan bring it on
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plague-of-insomnia · 14 days
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i know the queen is probably evil and the big bad and i won’t forgive her for sending ciel to germany for his death in the GWA but i love her japanese VA
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pendraegon · 10 months
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didnt want to attach this to my response to the anon bc it revolves around entirely different matters but some of u may think the fobposting is a recent thing but like. i was out here fighting in the mania trenches in 2018. i was there fighting in the folie trenches in 2009. i got into several physical arguments ABOUT folie in real life throughout my lifetime. i was arguing on forums in like 2008 i know my foblore. i know TOO much foblore in fact.
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burnin0akleaves · 4 months
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If I was told how gay Moby Dick is I would have bought the book earlier. I'm barely a 7th of the way through and Ishmael and Queequeg got fucking MARRIED??? There was no narrative reason for that to happen at all they're just fucking gay 😭😭😭
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the-daily-male · 9 months
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Today's daily male is Andrew Hozier-Byrne from Real Life!
for @kingtheghast
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thelunarbar · 6 months
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There’s a poem;
“There is nothing prettier in the whole world than a girl in love with every breath she takes.”
A t t i c u s
And whenever I see pics like this, of Volpe specifically rn, but anyone really, smiling like this all I see is guys madly in love with life and I always think of that poem ^ by atticus
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