#I love these little gay men

[syntheticcharmva]

Kentaro's Lackeys found his new Lock screen... Art by the talented @glowbat

[zephyrd17]

Theta and Koschei the type of kids to say "idk what gender is, I think I skipped school the day we were learning about it"

[an-established-butt-dent]

Dorian Pavus, present age

Over a period of 10 years I imagine Dorian to have collected quite the library.

[jay-faraway]

DEF THEM 🧀🥪

Chuck, can I give you some advice?

[quehecke]

RYUSAE OUTFIT SWAP 🗣🗣🗣🗣

[nikxierocks]

Book nerd Dabi means so much to me. The moment the league gets access to PLF resources that nerd is bee-lining it to the longest sci-fi and mystery books on the shelf. Long, political stories with fucked up characters and fascinating worlds.

Hawks would ask what he’s reading and he’d give a vague response, not expecting the hero to be interested. After all, the league generally gets bored with his explanations after about 5 minutes. But Hawks doesn’t. He listens intently, asking more detailed plot and character questions. And Dabi loves it. It’s been so long since someone has listened to him, since someone cared about what he thought. Without thinking, he delves into the conversation with the hero, explaining and analyzing every detail.

He ends up rambling for damn near two hours. Hawks doesn’t point it out to him, doesn’t want the villain to be embarrassed about it. Especially since he looks so damn cute. His healthy skin is flushed as he passionately talks about the novel’s world building, his movements animated. He has a big smile on his face and Hawks has never seen him so open, so excited about something in his life.

Normally when Dabi smiles it’s wild and feral, or wolf-like and predatory. This is neither. It’s a genuine joy that tugs at the hero’s heart strings and makes him want to spend even more time with the villain.

[dollyiia]

[five-wow]

when i think about steve's first date with brooke in 10x01 i always think about "that was danny, who i love, very much" and "it's kind of like we're married, me and him" and, of course, the basic premise of steve actively being on a date that was very clearly set up for him by danny only to be constantly interrupted by danny's texts and calls, which danny demands he answers, seemingly not with the intention to be a little affectionately annoying to a friend (that's not the vibe) but instead, well, for literally no justifiable reason whatsoever. however. there's also SO much to be said about when brooke goes "you know what they say about marriage, right? just a friendship recognized by the police", and particularly about the fact that it happens in this context, and that someone wrote this line in a script for this show, because, c'mon. obviously those words further validate the "joke" (in quotation marks. we're on the shipping side of tumblr, you get why) that what steve and danny have is (like) a marriage - they ARE police, they recognize their friendship, that's all the requirements met - but then there's also the layers of, like. steve is on a date with this woman, who he is meeting to see if there's a potential romantic future for them. the kind that leads to love and sex and even marriage, and then he goes oh i love danny so much, and then she goes well marriage is just like friendship! same thing essentially! which is lovely (you should be good friends with the people you choose to spend your life with, that's a healthy basis for any type of relationship) but i do think that maybe, crucially, there are a few generally expected elements to our social concept of marriage that don't pop up in most people's basic definition of friendship, like. romance. or sex. and so here we are, once again, equating steve and danny's friendship (which is the same thing as marriage) to a marriage (in steve's words), now with the added spice of the explicitly romantic context of a date between steve and a woman (heterosexual, so that's allowed to be romance) which danny keeps interrupting, like he's a part of that somehow (?? uh oh, what does it all mean?). and steve picks up the phone. he could have turned it off, but he picks up the phone, and then he goes back to the table, and he doesn't make up some excuse but he says "that was danny, who i love, very much. but sometimes he's a little intense" and then brooke nods and goes "sounds like my ex", which i hadn't even touched on yet because there's just so much going on that somehow "sounds like my ex (who i was married to, because we were in a romantic relationship, and we have kids together)" completely gets drowned out.

and then a few episodes later danny moves into steve's home, which does not have enough beds to accomodate three grown men (junior was there first) unless someone is sharing, and he never moves back out again. "he's a little intense". well yeah, that's one way of saying "sorry brooke, you showed up right in the middle of the last season of one of the wildest tv queerbaits of the current century".

[little-miss-delulu001]

Why’d they have to break up?? ☹️

[staiyn]

remembered that I still got this

meet the pookie

[wolflythewolf07]

It’s not obvious who my favorite is

Is it?

[cherrybomblast]

HEHE OK SUB!TOP SIMON

tw// more bad smut

sub!top simon who starts off thinking he's in control, his size never allowing him to be vulnerable. prepping you with his thick calloused fingers, but for some reason, he keeps looking back up at you, trying to gauge your reaction. you can almost hear his thoughts, eyes flicking back to yours with a "like this?" when he would twist his fingers deeper. only quickening when he sees you nod, or give him affirmation to continue.

sub!top simon who doesn't know quite what to do. after a little while of him prepping you, you quite literally have to get him into position so that you can ride him. silly boy just sits there looking dumbfounded as you sling a leg over his hips and try to sit upright. but you know he's ready by the way his cock twitches when he looks up at you, and how his eyes get watery. "are- are you gunna... y-..." biting his lip. he can't even say it- just staring at his cock, then your hole, then back up to your face.

sub!top simon who has to bite his knuckles to keep himself from cumming the second you sink down on his length. it's better than anything else he's every felt, and he quite literally cannot keep his hands off of you. hands reaching up to grab your cock. stupid boy trying to get more :-( but you're quick to grab hold of his hands and harshly hold them above his head. it's a sight, almost looks wrong for a man that big to be held down so easily. (don't worry, he likes it.)

rasping out a harsh, "get your fuckin' hands off me si. did i tell you to touch me?"

his stomach sinks, and he immediately starts to babble off apologies, tears pricking his eyes as he tries to keep himself from fucking up into you.

your grip on his hands get tighter, but instead of continuing to ride him, you sit still on his cock.

tell me why this fucker starts to whimper, and beg for you to ride him. "anngh.. please.. i- i'm sorry i grabbed your hips like that, love i'll- i'll be good. please, please, i'll be good. i won't touch anymore, i swear." (spoiler alert he's a liar liar pants on fire)

aaauuughhh that's it that's the post desperate simon makes my cock hard and my insides warm

(next up is making simon watch u as u jerk off in front of him n making him sit on his hands so he can't touch you herhekhejheheh)

[wilsonhousestan]

gay gay gay gay

[zephyrd17]

Nah cause imagine you being the Doctor and your arch nemesis/ex/lover just wears your face which was the last thing they saw a few hundred years back before dying.

If we learned anything from this episode, it's that David is phenomenal at playing villains, and he absolutely could and should play the Master at some point

[the-breadgoblin]

GAY PEOPLE !!!!! 😲🏳️‍🌈

Also I wasn't lying about posting actual new art !!! Shocking

[icarusfallingg]

Dropped from a burning plane in the middle of hostile land, running for days with barely any food. Getting captured, dragged through a broken apart city with his brothers in arms. Watching them all be beaten and shot, killed in a flurry of rage and grief by simple german citizens. Getting beaten bloody himself, thrown on a cart with the rest of those he travelled with to be buried in a mass grave. Escaping by a hair, only to be captured again and thrown in a musky cell with scratched out walls. Being interrogated and having to hold himself together at the idea of Gale being dead, and a simple German interrogator withholding the information of his safety from the tortured man.

Eventually being dragged to Stalag |||, already the shell of the man he once was.

Simple words, a simple call. One he would have been so familiar with, especially from that voice. And yet, as he walked through the gates into the stalag he had never felt happier hearing them

“John Egan! Your two o’clock”

Etched on the inside of his eyelids was those words, Bucks expression, the feeling of his warm embrace in the cabin afterwards. In that moment, Bucky couldn’t have; wouldn’t have felt any better.

In moments alone, he would remind Gale of the moment. ‘Best moment of my life’ he would say, even after they had settled into eachothers embrace properly; firmly.

To Bucky, Gale meant the whole world. That day, seeing his friends? Wonderful. But the moment he heard the familiar husk and western drawl; the moment he turned to meet the familiar blue eyes that often haunted his dreams he knew he would never feel better.

He fell after that, but he fell because he knew his Buck was there to catch him, to stifle his fall. The entire time they were pulled apart from each other Bucky had to hold himself together with the fragile memories of fleeting moments spent together in the dead of night. Secrets whispered to each other in their barracks.

Bucky was a shell, held together by tape weaved by the careful hands of Gale W. Cleven, the tape proved fragile when touched by those same hands but to be fixed, and restored sometimes you must break wholly and entirely in order to return to what you once were, even if it’s a mere reflection of it.

There was countless things against the men; laws, war, distance, jobs, a fence put up by senseless Germans, and yet Bucky knew he would push through anything in order to even have a chance to ask if he could hold Gale the way he held countless women