#He's not homophobic

[captain-mj]

Bro you cannot just drop prep/jock soap and goth ghost and dip. We need you to give us your brain worms so we can analyze it like a science project

When you have time of course

I will put my worms in a petri dish for you

Soap was an artist! He liked sketching and painting and the act of making art. But he didn't like art essays. The explaining over and over again each detail. Breaking down everything until it felt like a bunch of paint strokes instead of art.

But part of an art degree is a ton of art essays. So Soap went to the museum to write what he needed. He preferred museums to finding art online. A big part of art for him was texture. His preference would've been to touch the art, to feel the paint underneath his fingers. But the assignment specified art from the Baroque period and therefore they had to be older and no museum was going to allow his grubby hands to touch the art.

Soap glanced down one of halls to see if there was anything interesting there when he faltered.

Oh lord.

The man was big. His shoulders. His height. The thighs he had that looked like tree trunks. It was all covered in tight black fabric and silver chains. A work of bloody art himself.

Soap had to hold himself back from wolf whistling.

Once he was done objectifying admiring the man's body, he looked higher up. There was a mask covering the bottom of his face, the only thing visible being his eyes which had heavy eyeliner on them. He could still see the locs of bleached blond hair that surrounded him like a halo.

Soap wanted to paint him.

"You gonna stare all day?" Someone snarked at him and he jumped, glancing at a slightly smaller blond man. He looked at him like he was gross and for a brief moment, he worried he might be about to be hate crimed. The man looked a lot the other one actually now that he was looking closer. Dressed the same way too.

"Aye, what's your fucking problem with it?"

The man's face scrunched. "Ew." He walked away, leaving Soap rather confused but now a bit determined to talk to mystery man.

Pretending to be looking through the paintings, he got closer to him.

Dark brown eyes quickly glanced over at him before glancing back at the paintings.

"Hey. My name is Soap."

"Ghost."

Ooh, he's from Manchester and sticks with his aesthetic. Nice. He'd prefer a not British person, but as far as British people go, he could do worse than Manchester. He glanced at the painting Simon had been admiring.

The Raising of Lazarus by Rembrandt.

"It's a lovely painting." Soap put on his normal charm, acting suave and polite.

"Aye." Ghost gruffed and went quiet again, staring in simple contemplation. His arms were crossed, making already large arms flex.

Soap started to take notes for his assignment. Although he was definitely hoping to score well in more than one ways, he did need to take notes for his assignment.

Ghost glanced over at what he was writing quizzically and Soap answered the unasked question. "I'm doing a project."

"Fun." He huffed and looked back at the painting.

Soap looked down at his chest and licked his hips. "Yeah, it's a good one." He kept writing stuff. "You a college student?"

"Yeah."

"What do you study?"

"Forensics. I'm assuming you're art?"

"Chemistry with a minor in art!" Right as Soap went to mention how funny it was that they didn't share any classes, Ghost interrupted him.

"Wait. Johnny? Johnny MacTavish? We share several classes."

Soap brightened. "Do you dress like this all the time?" There was zero chance he did or Soap would already know his name, address and dick size.

"We have morning classes together. I don't dress up for morning classes." Ghost said decisively. He stretched and shook his head.

How did he manage to not notice the shoulders though at least? The man was huge. He was also several inches taller than Soap and therefore the majority of the class. Maybe if he sat in the back and left later than everyone?

Soap nodded. "Understandable. You look nice."

"Nice huh?" Ghost smiled at him. He could tell cause his eyes scrunched slightly.

"Yeah. Nice." Soap said softly, his chest doing something weird.

They stared at the painting a while before Ghost pulled away to start exploring the rest of the exhibit.

Soap finished up the notes he needed to write his paper and then started to walk with him. He tried to find his opening during all of this.

Ghost stopped at a very specific painting.

ARTEMESIA GENTILESCHI, JUDITH SLAYING HOLOFERNES, C. 1612–1613

The art was... stunning. The red, faded from time and wear, was still beautiful against the white of the blankets.

The women held him down and there was a movement to it that Soap wanted in his own work. His fingers trembled with the want to touch it. To feel the texture of the paint under his fingers. Ridges and bumps and smooth layers of the different strokes.

Ghost hummed. "I don't really get art. It's pretty but some people look at it and it... gives them something. An epiphany."

Soap hummed. "I find touching it helps."

Ghost looked at him, raking his eyes over him. "I see. Do you want to head out then?"

Soap frowned. "Why?"

"You're a piece of art and I'm looking for an epiphany."

[ronrumko]

(version w/o shading and w/ blood under the cut)

[boywiththelightningbolt]

Random encounter with my brother that happened today. Some background we live together but because of my work schedule I'm barely home so I don't see him that often and today was the first time we really talked in a few weeks. My brother is straight

Brother: Hey gay boy

Me: *Surprised Pikachu face*

Brother: What, it's not pride month I can be homophobic to you

Me: *dies laughing* Can I post that to Tumblr?

Brother: Sure. Just let them know that I'm only homophobic to you.

Then later in the conversation

Brother: My friends have really been ingraining me into queer culture. Like Chappell Roan. *Processes to do the wrong dance to Hot To Go*

[willgrahamscock]

why would anyone want a big fat hairy dude with a pussy

I'm coming out of hiatus to tell you that big fat hairy dudes with a pussy is the ideal man on the big fat hairy dude with a pussy website

[twinliches]

sometimes it's not even enemies to lovers. sometimes you get handed the leash of a snarling, barking dog against your will and realize with dawning horror that you are now responsible for teaching it not to bite

[thesilliesthappiestbugdegaowner]

Hey howdy question why don't you like your brother later? I heard rumours it's because of how he isn't like you a manly man or because you are homophobic. Or is it just cause siblings I can understand I have 6 siblings

" Who would even say that?!", he looked incredulous," I'm going to clear up that stuff, because a lot of that isn't true! I'm not homophobic! Nor do I dislike latter or think he isn't a manly man!"

He narrowed his eyes," Whoever said those things should really not be spreading misinformation!"

He then continued," I may get annoyed with him at times, but that's personally just a sibling thing.. and I kinda don't get his poetry.."

[lotus-pear]

two mimir.. 🤲🏼🤲🏼

[sophfandoms53]

Im fucking crying why did he say this, bro has never been outside before😭😭

[naomiknight-17]

Jill pulled down my intersex inclusive pride flag AGAIN

Jon came home and saw the destruction she'd wrought, and was like "Alright, you little homophobe, get downstairs!"

And we could hear mom laughing from her dining room

[contact-guy]

Picture me drawing this in a hotel bar in Michigan. Watson’s Sketchbook has returned with THE CARDBOARD BOX!

I chose to put this right after SIGN OF THE FOUR because of Holmes’s magnificently bitchy “don’t even bother crediting me” moment that I felt deserved a deeper reason than dunking on Lestrade for no reason.

There’s also the quote about the potential meaninglessness of life that ends the story and is, again, weirdly poignant for a fairly ordinary case. The drawing for that quote is inspired by this Paget piece I love:

(This is in the Watson’s sketchbook series!)

[chloesimaginationthings]

you draw adult michael like he kisses boys daily instead of taking his meds but teen michael like hes homophobic and you're so real for that tbh

This is such a funny read but you’re sorta right too

[gaypeople]

It was my sole duty to distract Lestat, but in his mirrored eyes, the distraction reflected back onto me. And in the dead center of the whispering gallery, I lost the thread to my plotting and fell once more into the well with no bottom. I was his, and he was mine.

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE - 1.07 “The Thing Lay Still”

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, live-streaming from the kitchen: It’s like what my mama always said, you-

Steve: Your mom is dead.

Eddie: …I did speak to her before she died, Steve. A couple times in fact. Like when she told me-

Steve: You never talk about your mom. Sometimes I forget that you didn’t always live with Wayne.

Eddie: You met my dad once. You tried to hit him.

Steve: He deserved it!

[wasabi-gumdrop]

happy inaugural labru day to all who celebrate

[doctorsiren]

begging you for more Mothford

mothford was originally a joke but hey I’ll give the people what they want :>

[mamawasatesttube]

"i don't read comics because they're all bad!1!!!" WRONG. you will never know the joy of pregnable superboy. sad!

superboy (1994) #85 (my darling my beloved)