#Bar-f-Out!

[anamon-book]

Bar-f-Out! Volume 16 August, September 1996 27 to 28 – END OF BOYSHOOD Featuring Tokyo No.1 Soul Set 特集「27 to 28 ～ END OF BOYSHOOD」 Part 1：トーキョー・ナンバーワン・ソウル・セット／Part 2：グレイト3／Part 3：エル・マロ、プレイグス、かせきさいだぁ、ホフディラン、シアター・ブルック、加地秀基 etc.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Ooh, you want to know what happens at the gay bar run by ex-pirates, ooh...You'll just have to read Tiger Tiger to find out...

(Inspired by this Disco Elysium comic)

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Angel: *gazing lovingly at Husk* He could kill me, and I'd thank him.

Cherri: *who has heard this for the millionth time* I'd thank him too

[void-drawz]

When the hyperfixation be hitting so hard you can't even focus on your school because it's taking up your whole brain

[maddymoreau]

Grant Turner commission by @redswaberkez

[thelovers-2001]

JOYOUS! Bug eyed critter successfully befriends the fucked up doctor.

This is very beginning of their friendship......and way before Starlight loses her right eye.

[anamon-book]

Bar-f-Out! Volume 11 October, November 1995 Featuring United Future Organization The Cool Resistants Council カヴァー・ストーリー「ユナイテッド・フューチャー・オーガニゼーション」

[lambilegs]

thinking of lee secretly yearning for queer community, having a bone-aching longing to meet people like her, people who grew up in their small rural towns wondering why they wanted nothing to do with boys, why boys didn't give them those embarrassing flutters that all the other girls spoke of. her hearing vague, distanced stories of people who've curated groups of people who they can unabashedly express their preferences in front of, and the entire concept feeling so foreign to her that it's like a bucket of ice water washing over her when she hears it. I can just imagine how timid, how curious, she feels in those moments. socializing has never come naturally to her, and she's always been content in her own company.

but, then, why does it make her chest so heavy when she hears of people going to lesbian bars, and leaving with newfound friends, or budding lovers? why does it make her feel pathetic and empty to realize that since she was a young girl, she's held all this desire, throbbing and begging to have light casted onto it, deep inside of her, stuffing it down until it's snuffed out like a flame. at first, it was because she was haunted by the dark veil constantly draped over her head, forcing her to squint through the lens of evil and pure, good and bad, a ticket to heaven or hell. it was initially just to save herself from sin. but, even once she departed from her faith, all these feelings, all these secret longings for someone who she might lean her head upon on those weary days, still remained dormant. maybe the enormity of her want is too frightening, and after forcing it dormant for too long, she's intimidated by just how much it may take over. maybe her isolation through life has made her so resigned to a life of solitude that it feels like a betrayal to pursue the alternative.

but, no matter what, it's there. the desire to meet people who, if they don't understand her silence and bluntness, can at least understand how she's never felt so comfortable until she put on her first button-up for work. or how she so often grazes her fingers along her hair, which only lays out on her shoulders when she needs to dry it after showering, and wonders how it'd feel to chop it all off. how it took her so long to realize that the things she saw in other women, like spirit, energy and sugar sweetness, weren't things she wanted for herself, but things she wanted to bear an intimate witness to while close by. enthralled by their dancing, laughter and casual fixing of hair, she didn't want to be them, but simply wanted to hold them in her gaze.

still, even in her late twenties, these thoughts and feelings linger in her. she's always felt most comfortable alone -- it's safe, and there is no judgement there, nor expectation for her to conduct herself in a certain manner. yet, this gnawing sense of want is starting to creep into her more and more, like some sort of parasite. it whispers, what if things were different? what if you had people to talk to? people who'd know what you've hidden for so long? what if you could have a taste of that freedom? what if you could have a grain of that familiarity and complete comfort? a place where you didn't need to hide, where people understood?

it ends all the same. with her deciding that there are more important things for her to focus on, like her mother and her job. she tells herself it would be a lost cause, anyways -- she's nowhere near ready to go out by herself, nor surround herself with new people. she wouldn't know what to do with herself. even the idea of shattering her routine with such an outing is enough to make her stomach turn. it doesn't matter that the idea of other lesbians, lesbians who she could call friends, and maybe one a lover, feels so foreign and absent from the realm of her existence that it makes her bite back tears.

it probably wouldn't work out, anyways. maybe it's simply too late for some people, or maybe some people's lives just aren't suited for that kind of thing. despite how wrong it feels to think that, it's what she tells herself in order to file these notions away, continuing to work while ignoring the pit in her stomach.

[ohdorothea]

I think the thing is for me as a fan I would love to love every single Taylor album and find zero faults in any of them. I think sometimes I see other fans talk about those of us who are critical (especially if the recent albums and the Taylor’s versions) and it seems like the idea is we are just poking holes in things for fun and are being super critical for no reason.

And I get it, Taylor does receive a lot of critical attention and a lot of it is not from fans but people who love to hate! But as a long term fan I love to love!!! When I am critical of the music or the TV covers or whatever it’s coming from genuine love of what she has made! And wanting to see her continue raise her own standards because I believe in her as a craftsperson!

[number1villainstan]

idk. personally i think it would be funny if chisaki and fuyumi meet sometime just post-arrest, maybe while he's in the processing system but hasn't been imprisoned yet, and they recognize each other because they made out in a gay bar once

[coquelicoq]

i canonly rewatch lever age when im sick because otherewise i get too frustterated. it's inconherent...these people loves cops more than any criminals i ever heard of

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

They weren’t kidding when they said “extreme heat advisory” Jesus fucking Christ. Stay safe everybody.

[norgeant]

hey!! idk if u have posted this clip of max calling logan logie but it is So Cute

https://www.tumblr.com/formula1forfishsticks/740730555477426176/max-f-called-logan-logie-nodboy-talk-to-me-im

Link

I have not seen or posted this :0

Someone told me max called him logie but I was too lazy to go searching for it, ITS LITERALLY SO CUTE !

More propaganda that logan should be in a quadrant video :3

[anamon-book]

https://page.auctions.yahoo.co.jp/jp/auction/l1139649300

Bar-f-Out! バァフアウト!　Volume 014 Volume 014. Issue : April, May 1996 Featuring Pizzicato Five 表紙：野宮真貴（Pizzicato Five）

[spilling-blood]

Only goal this weekend is to write 😤

[purpldawne]

im gonna keep a folder of astage azuma on hand so if anyone asks me to prove i have a bf i can still keep it real without getting shit on