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earlyzakariya · 4 months
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MLM HARUKA PROPAGANDA HOURS
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redssmoker1 · 4 months
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berries-and-creamyy · 6 months
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Go follow my bby on OnlyFans😋😋🫶
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The Royal Blue Network
The Royal Blue Network is an LGBT site seeking to say goodbye to mediocrity when it comes to queer story telling. No more will throw away lines and queer characters dreamt up solely to check a representation box suffice. For too long, the massive and beautifully complex queer community has been diluted and grossly simplified for the comfort of non queer folks, budgets, and big studios executives. The Royal Blue Network is here to prove that there is an audience that seeks beautifully crafted and complex queer stories. There are audiences that want trans main characters, bisexual heros, queer good guys and bad guys and . There is a market for queer focus stories, and The Royal Blue Network is here to serve that audience, to give them what everyone deserves; quality, real, conversation starting representation.
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wildflowermlm · 2 years
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i wanna put my hands on his body. i wanna feel all the bumps and ridges of his muscles. i wanna run my hands up and down his abs and chest while we cuddle up to each other. i wanna fall asleep in his arms. i want him to hold me and put his hands in my hair. he feels so safe.
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greykolla-art · 2 months
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My favourite thing about Alastor is his hoard of gal pals!
He’s just a cool and charming dude that women feel comfortable around…And is also a power hungry eldritch horror.👌👌👌
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lukethewitt · 7 months
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Award-winning gay comedy short about hiding a relationship
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nenayaquisieras · 2 months
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Simon has always been confused on why you gift him toys. Sure, most of the gifts you gave him were some of the things he liked. Bourbon, masks, gloves, make up for him to smudge his eyes with, some daggers and knives. Things that we're useful for him, just him. But later, you gifted him a toy airplane. He makes a comment about it, saying he is not a child anymore and you were better off giving it to Johnny instead.
"No, this is specifically for you, take it."
When he gets to him room, he walks toward his trash can, opening it with the tip of his boot. He gives one more look at the toy, his mood souring before throwing it into the trash. He goes on about his day, training, signing paper work, drills. Doing anything to ignore the pain stinging memories that the toy brought back. Emotions that were buried thousands of feet deep it could reach hell itself. Later, he lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding looking at the cylinder shape that's calling for him in his peripheral.
Fuck.
He pulls the covers off vigorously and stomps over to the trash can. He is standing over it like he's trying to intimidate it, as if it was an enemy he's trying to get rid of in battle. To anyone else, the scene would look comical.
He sighs to himself and reaches down to take out the toy he so cruelly threw away. He sets it on his desk and quickly walks toward his bed, facing away from his desk.
The next day, he wakes up feeling different. He swears he sees his room more vibrant, more lively. That energy follows him through out the day, having his other teammates notice his rather bright mood.
You catch him in the hallway. Pulling him aside to ask him about the paper work you left at his desk this morning. Of course, he notices the way you smile brightly, more so than usual. But he notices that you're not looking at him. More like looking at something next to him.
"What's got you so cheery?"
You turn to look up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"I just..." You take a quick glance at the spot next to him, before bringing your eyes back upon his.
"I just hope you liked your gift." The same bright smile appearing on your face.
He stares at you, examining your words. Your expression.
You think you see his eyes crinkle a bit.
"Yea,"
"I liked it."
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demfolio · 10 months
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My current work in progress 🥰😍
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earl-of-221b · 6 months
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I can’t explain what blue eye samurai makes me feel…….its a typical revenge story, a man sets out on his hero’s journey to kill the four men who have wronged him. A lone ronin, wide brimmed hat and sword in hand, roaming Edo Japan on his vendetta. But he’s not a man. He’s a woman. And how has he been wronged? What’s she getting revenge on?
On the fact that she exists. She wants revenge on the four white men that could possibly have conceived her. Who got her Japanese mother pregnant with a blue-eyed child. And not just any blue-eyed child, but a girl child. How is she possibly supposed to live in the world like that? For the wrong of being conceived, for the wrong of being born, for the wrong of being birthed into a world that will never love or accept her, she will kill her father.
I don’t know what level of convoluted self hate that is. Is she a child of rape? Or a child of a whore? Halfway through I realise what she told herself at the start couldn’t possibly be true - it’s not really for her mother. Her mother wasn’t the root of her vendetta, she wasn’t really doing it for her. When she leaves that farm and leaves the chance to live a simple, legitimate life as a woman, she goes right back to hunting down the men. Those men personally wronged her.
And then there’s so much to be discussed surrounding the way she grew up, because as a boy child and a man she can afford so much more than life has dealt her. Her swordfather who took her in out of the love and care in his heart had no shame in teaching a mixed man his art. The face of a ‘demon’ is fine. But not the identity of a woman. Shh. Don’t say it. Don’t confess. He knows and doesn’t want to hear it.
And because she’s lived that way her entire life for safety and security, she’s so completely alienated from being a woman, perhaps she really is he. But not really by choice. Or is it? The thing she does best is the art of killing, the art of men. Gender is a prison and gender is a performance and she has to choose which to perform. The times cannot reconcile hatred and violence with a woman. So she lives as a man.
So she can get revenge on her father, for revenge on herself.
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stil-lindigo · 8 months
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warmth.
a comic about not being alone.
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time-woods · 6 months
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middle aged woman yuri (but human forms)) plus some extra doodles
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Mr. Torso
Ryan Hall isn’t to proud to admit it, but throughout his years of picking up men through the use of dating apps, he’s met his fair share of sleaze bags; Cowards who wanted to have their cake and eat it too. So when his latest conquest gets a phone call and hurries off the bathroom to answer it, Ryan gets a dreadful feeling of deja vu. But is this really what Ryan thinks it is, or could Ryan be jumping to the wrong conclusions?
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wildflowermlm · 2 years
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i never want to stop talking about him. he is always on my mind.
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