#THESE BITCHES ARE IN LOVE

[aerodynamicentity]

"The Doomed hat has just enough pressure to stop Phil's headaches."

These cosmically destined bitches

[tittytania]

what if you were a hedgehog 🥺 and I was a hedgehog 🥺 and we were on the moon together 🥺 and you were gonna kill me but chose to spare my life (even though I was practically begging you finish me off) because you recognized that your grief was destroying you just like mine had destroyed me 🥺 so you told me that grief hurts just as bad forever but love is more powerful than grief 🥺 and you then gave me your hand to help me to my feet as a gesture of compassion and friendship 🥺 would you keep holding hands with me for like 3 minutes while we talked about grief, healing, and trauma together 🥺👉👈

[neptune-scythe]

some people: buddie isn't real, Eddie Diaz is a horrible friend and would be a worse partner, he doesn't care about Buck at all

WTF DO YOU CALL THIS THEN???

IF NOT GAY IN LOVE WHY MAKE THE BIGGEST FUCKING HEART EYES HUMANLY POSSIBLE, WHILE IN PUBLIC ... IN FRONT OF MULTIPLE OF HIS FREINDS???

Like be fucking fr

Eddie "I'm not allowed to have or want anything" Diaz looking at his man like that in public without hesitation, without censoring or denying himself

goddamn it that man is so fucking gone for this freak

[dhurrbyang]

[franthonyofficial]

can we talk about this really quick

[ninkaku]

“ get back unless y'want me to aim this directly at you ! ” he shouts, a warning — one he figures is useless considering the amount of times dazai has stood in front of fireworks, tested his fate with them, and escaped unscathed. usually. the return of a longtime tradition, born from the forgotten rooftop of one of the port mafia properties, fireworks and sparklers purchased in bulk. and here they are again, under the black of the night, crescent moon lighting a dim path over the sparse landing zone. zippo flicks open and the flame catches the end tail of the thread, to which chuuya immediately drops and runs towards dazai, no hesitation as he drags him alongside the furthest corner. the radio plays nearby, various songs and reports coming through and then the newscaster begins to initiate the countdown. it's timed impeccably as the fire burns, nearly reaching. he hasn't released his hold on him yet, searching for the warmth amidst the winter air nipping at bare skin, gloved fingers entangling with his. 10, 9, 8 — “ fuck, almost burnt my brows off. ” he breathes out, face glowing from the light, and then tearing his gaze from the sparks to look up at him. storms to molten, warmth to coldness. 7, 6, 5 — “ got dust on your face, too. ” 4, 3 — “ light them for me next year or else. ” dazai is speaking but he feels the rush of the final numbers, free hand grabbing at the back of his neck to pull him down, face to face, too close. 2, 1 —

every year dazai volunteers to be strapped to one of the fireworks due to flash bright in the sky, and every year he's denied his new year's wish. chuuya sets up and dazai pouts, absently palming off many of the different types they he bought to curate their perfect display. the agency will be setting off their own by the lakeside, and dazai wonders if he'll be able to see them from here, or if they'll find themselves mixed in the others that will inevitably shine across yokohama's skyline. he figures, warmth in the pool of his stomach as he watches concentration flicker across chuuya's expression in the flash of his zippo, this will be enough. then he's being pulled, fingers interlocked without a moment spare to the corner of the rooftop and away from his very front - row seat to watch from safer distance, and as they stand dazai tightens his grip in his hold, letting their shared warmth radiate through from their palms his entire body as the countdown sounds. “ might be a good look for you. ” words a cloud in the cold winter air, devilish grin settling across his lips as their gazes meet, dazai's flickering to the brows in question, still intact, then to the dusting of faint freckles illuminated by the crackling light of the firework trails. he can just barely see the dust speckled across his own nose but makes no attempt to wipe it away, instead nodding as earnestly as can be allowed. speaking into the high - pitched noise that drowns out his words as the lights make their way to clear skies, he says, “ if chuuya insists ... ” so simple, no arguments despite the pull to the ledge that sits nestled in the back of his mind even now, and perhaps it's a promise, or his own twisted version of it. something that says, i'll be here if you are as though intentionally entwining them further together. moltens find themselves studying the curve of his lips against the shadow of night and as chuuya brings him down, dazai falls as easily as ever with a gratifying sound, untangling their fingers as their lips meet and winding arms around chuuya's waist to pull him closer, mould them together as the celebration sparks around them. sounding like gunfire but the sting of a bullet replaced by the heat of their bodies where they stand pressed together, ignorant to their own fluorescent display, completely wrapped in one another and the silent promises that they cannot voice, spoken in each slide of their lips and touch of wandering hands.

[arcaneanarchist]

I’m playing the new season of marvel snap, and it looks like the new Kate Pryde card is going to combo really well with the Illyana card.

[purpleminte]

God sending his silliest soldier:

[plushiebi]

silliness and sincerity are not opposites btw. they are married. bisexually

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[majoringinsarcasm]

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SINCERELY SOMEONE WHO JUST GOT A REPLY THAT MADE ME WANNA MAKE THIS POST

[carlyraejepsans]

"speak for yourself" make your own post❤️

[sharlinefreire]

canon mlm rep be like "i like a boy..but im!?!? also a boy!? >-<??" meanwhile queerbaiting "if you die i'm alone".

[sandersstudies]

Every 21st century piece of writing advice: Make us CARE about the character from page 1! Make us empathize with them! Make them interesting and different but still relatable and likable!

Every piece of classic literature: Hi. It's me. The bland everyman whose only purpose is to tell you this story. I have no actual personality. Here's the story of the time I encountered the worst people I ever met in my life. But first, ten pages of description about the place in which I met them.

[pondslime]

she................................................