#they were boyfriends

[insanityandstars]

Your honour, they were in love, they were boyfriends and they went kissykissy in the moonlight ಠ⁠︵⁠ಠ

#the lost boys #david powers #david the lost boys #michael emerson #michael the lost boys #michael x david #they were boyfriends #your honor they're gay #Well in my eyes Michaels bi #But still #the lost boys 1987 #david tlb #tlb 1987 #michael tlb

[blakbonnet]

straight from Ed's desk btw

#ofmd #our flag means death #blackbonnet #meow speaks #THEY WERE BOYFRIENDS #it's one of those musical ones that plays gnossienne 5 when he opens it

[desertangels70s]

🌟Mick Jagger and David Bowie🌟

#1970s #70s #1980s #80s #david bowie #mick jagger #rolling stones #they were boyfriends

[shippingmclennon]

WTF THIS IS EXACTLY HOW BOYFRIENDS TAKE PICTURES

#mclennon #mclennon was real #i see you mclennon #they were boyfriends #i mean look at this

[90shart]

Bret and Sting. Walk with me y’all!

#they were BOYFRIENDS #Bret hart #sting #sting wcw #wwe #WCW #90s wrestling #wcw nitro #aew #90s wwf

[owchie-wowchie]

It's pride month now which means I listen to the oar and sword song from puppet history on repeat. Hope they're having a great pride rn in that stadium they're trapped in.

#puppet history #gay oars #pride month #and they were roommates #sorry #typo #boyfriends #they were boyfriends

[tradegystruckme]

Friendship (gayness) goals

#josko gvardiol #dani olmo #they are boyfriends people #WERE #they were boyfriends

[saint-mona]

When you’re myopically challenged and see what you want…..

#mclennon #the beatles #john lennon #paul mccartney #he looked like elvis #i dug him #elvis mccartney #early beatles #but srsly #they were boyfriends

[alexisdoodles]

#art #sketch #scribble #rkgk #original character #oc #transcendence #xanthe #levin #they were boyfriends

[kayfabebabe]

He Used to be Mine

Some feelings are hard to forget. When you’re reunited with Shawn for the first time since breaking up, it’s even harder to forget that, at one time, you loved him. - This entire fic was inspired by the song ‘She Used to be Mine’ by Sara Bareilles from the musical ‘Waitress.’ 

This one got away from me and I’m not sure if it makes any sense, but... Here it is. 

Shawn Michaels X Male Reader  WARNINGS - Angst. Talk/Reference to past addictions. Mention of past drug use. 

~ ~ ~ 

August 2002 

Breathe. Just breathe. In and out… 

Nothing seemed to calm the anxious buzz under your skin as you were led further into the building. Nameless crew members huddled together in small groups and bold posters of unknown, younger wrestlers hung on the walls. This was surreal. Everything was different and, at the same time, nothing had changed. A mixture of stale sweat, cheap coffee and excitement hung in the air. It had been 5 years since you found yourself backstage at an event like this and, honestly, you hadn’t been planning to come back. Ever. 

It would be an understatement to say that you were surprised when an invitation to be Shawn Michaels’ guest at Summerslam arrived. You were sure that it was a mistake or some cruel joke. You hadn't heard a single word from Shawn since breaking up and, now, he was supposedly trying to reach out. Anyone would share your hesitation, but the offer was legitimate. Shawn wished to see you. With every measured step, more and more memories came to the surface. Some pleasant and some devastating. 

The last months of your relationship had been messy. Chaotic. Shawn was trying to out-run his problems in every conceivable way, clinging to the false promises of strangers that took advantage of the Heartbreak Kid’s desperation to be rid of his demons. Coupled with the pain that came from years of taking bumps in the ring, disaster was inevitable. You had tried to help Shawn; spending hours massaging the ache from every part of his body and dealing with the aftermath of a long night taking whatever his “friends” handed to him. 

Your breaking point came when Shawn was, once again, carried into your hotel room by Hunter. It’d become a regular occurrence for you to be woken in the early hours to take care of your inebriated boyfriend. Shawn didn’t stir as you turned him onto his side or as you combed the hair away from his clammy forehead. Attempts to get Shawn sober had been made by you, Hunter, and a dozen other people, but they never worked. He would be steady throughout the withdrawal process before relapsing and falling back into old habits. By sunrise, you had made your decision. 

Your heart thudded painfully against your ribs as you were stopped outside a dressing room and you read Shawn’s name written on the placard. This was it. There was no opportunity to turn back and you could no longer hide from the ghosts of your past. As soon as the door opened, your eyes landed on the too-familiar figure standing in front of the mirror with their back turned to you. Shawn. The click of the door closing behind you alerted Shawn to your presence and you caught his gaze in the large mirror. 

“You’re here!” 

You were caught off-guard by Shawn crossing the room to pull you into a tight hug, but you quickly sank into the embrace. Sandalwood, Strawberries and Sunshine. It was difficult to ignore the countless memories of waking up in the morning with your face tucked into the crook of Shawn’s neck, drunk on his sweet cologne. Neither of you are happy to break the hug, lingering awkwardly close and unashamed looking each other over. 

It was obvious that Shawn was a changed man. Mature and, somewhat, reserved compared to his younger self. The mischievous glint in his eye had softened, but it was still there. It was a relief to see the differences. You had often worried that Shawn would continue on his path of destruction and the consequences would be immeasurable. Some mornings, you were convinced that news would reach you about Shawn’s demons having finally caught up with him. 

The pair of you exchange small-talk, mundane topics to further avoid bringing up your past life together. You’ve imagined this moment, over and over and over again, leaving your mind spinning in circles. Sometimes, you saw yourself screaming at Shawn until your throat was raw and your voice threatened to give out. Other times, you dropped to your knees to beg for Shawn’s forgiveness. 

"I loved you.”

The words tumble clumsily out of your mouth before you can catch them. There was no way to take them back and pretend that you never said them. You try to swallow around the hard lump in the back of your throat, but it was impossible. Years of repressed emotions clawed at your chest in hopes of being set free. 

“I-I really loved you, Shawn… And I’m sorry that I left and that I couldn’t help and that…” 

“Sweetheart.” 

Shawn cuts off your nonsensical babbling as he takes a step closer. Rough hands cradle your face and the tears creeping down your cheeks are carefully thumbed away. The obvious affection behind the touch is bittersweet. A part of you wants to cling to Shawn, to sob into his shoulders and bury yourself in the safe feeling of his arms. But this isn’t why you accepted the invitation. When Shawn rests his forehead against yours, the world outside the dressing room disappears and you’re the only beings that remain. 

“I’m sorry I got so lost that I couldn’t see how I was hurting you. You deserved so much better.”

A fresh wave of tears burns your eyes at the sincerity in Shawn’s voice. His words weren’t slurred into a toilet bowl and there wasn’t the stench of alcohol lingering on his breath. After you left, you’d resigned yourself to the fact that you would never receive a heartfelt apology from Shawn. And you had made peace with that. Or, so you thought. Your own hands move to rest on Shawn's waist, caught between wanting to push him away and pull him closer.

A knock at the door makes the decision for you. 

Your arms drop to your sides and you’re about to step away when a gentle kiss is pressed to your mouth. Oh. For a brief moment, everything is still. It takes an awkwardly long time for you to return the kiss and lean into Shawn’s chest. The slight scratch of Shawn’s stubble against your cheek ignited something in the pit of your stomach, a need that has been dormant for too long. A deep sound is muffled between your lips, but you’re not sure who it comes from. You lose yourself; ears becoming deaf to the constant sounds outside the dressing room and focusing only on the teasing sweep of Shawn’s tongue in your mouth. 

"Wait for me? Please." 

"Okay..." 

#The Human Writes #Shawn Michael X Reader #Writing #Fanfiction #Angst #They WERE boyfriends #Hurt/Comfort #Male Reader #Fanfic #WWF #Shawn Michaels #Please read the warnings #Hurt #Comfort

[losthyrulian]

idk but uh at least since Wally married?

i think wally is more of a former boyfriend than a brother bestie regardless at least where I've seen them interact. maybe i'm reading into it but this is a wally and dick are boyfriends blog

#anon #wally west #dick grayson #they were boyfriends #bisexuality is a thing

[desertangels70s]

#70s #1970s #led zeppelin #jimmy page #robert plant #they were boyfriends

[shortscircuits]

"In Gattaca, Vincent's adoption of a new biogenetic identity occurs not only through the context of his rejection of his biological family but also, in the end, through the filial power struggle that he wins: in all the loyalty tests, 'fictive kinship' wins out over genealogy. But perhaps improvised kinship is a better term for Vincent and Jerome's relationship...Vincent and Jerome's improvisation produces a commitment typically reserved only for kin or for lovers: they share bodily substances; they willingly risk their lives for each other."

-Masculinity, Masquerade, and Genetic Impersonation: Gattaca’s Queer Visions by Jackie Stacey

#gattaca #transmasculinity #they were boyfriends

[phantomrose96]

The realest part of the Barbie Movie was when Barbie was like "okay but what if this hurts his feelings? what if this makes him sad? :(" after Ken stole her house, stole her car, and stole her agency, because as a woman you still have to second guess everything you do on the assessment of whether it might hurt a man's feelings.

And then that apprehension was proven right one million times over by the entire Conservative Internet Manosphere pissing and shitting and screaming themselves hoarse over Barbie daring to hurt a man's feelings.

#barbie #barbie movie #also if the genders were reversed and Ken's character was a woman everyone would fucking _hate_ her im just saying #'petty bratty bitchy girlfriend wants to steal everything her boyfriend owns because she learned about feminism' #everyone would HATE her #but because Ken's a man everyones pissing frothing review is about how shittily he was treated and how shitty the men are treated blah blah #(I fucking loved Ken in the movie but I'm saying this with confidence: Everyone would hate female!Ken if this was reversed)

[mdmaddie420]

CRYING THEYRE RELEASING THE PEEP MAKONNEN ALBUM IM LITERALLY CRYING RN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

#they were boyfriends

[sirenetica]

My beautiful boyfriend @spellboundcities made art of the wonderful DDVAU (made by @xmaruu11 and @kitsuneisi respectively) and, obviously, i took that as a CHALLENGE!

So here's some fanart for a wonderful AU!

#are they holding hands? are they not holding hands? the better question is ARE YOU A NARC? /ref #i looove this au #i binge read every single thing i could when i found it months ago #and then my beloved partner #my darling angel #had the AUDACITY #to draw fanart BEFORE ME! /lhj /nsrs #so i could not let that stand #ddvau #ddvau fanart #desertduo vigilante au #trafficshipping #hermitshipping #technically but not technically? #gtws fanart #grian fanart #my art #the textposts were supplied to me by my beautiful boyfriend #with brown eyes #he tells me what to do and i say yes sir #on it boss