#TWO OLD MEN ABOUT TO BE FUCKED

[praetorqueenreyna]

uh oh spaghettios

[rubberbandgirlme]

remember that one meme? had to recreate it with yaoi old men

[bunnieswithknives]

Is Wolf and / or Flowers in any kind of relationship? Aside from Flowers being madly in love with reckless fun, that is

No Wolf/Flowers unfortunately, the ship I have in mind is significantly more insane.

[doctorweebmd]

kudou and yoichi are the tragic old man yaoi EVER

what do you MEAN kudou could have and should have killed yoichi but instead saved him when the rest of the world turned their backs on him

what do you MEAN they were only together for two months before All for One murdered Yoichi in front of Kudou's eyes?

what do you MEAN that their connection created One for All - the literal embodiment of hope for generations to come?

what do you MEAN that when Kudou died his essense lived on in the space he created for and because of Yoichi?

what do you MEAN that, even after death, they could be together again?

what do you MEAN that their love LITERALLY SAVES THE WORLD

[just-call-me-moran]

I am so normal about these two men. Like completely normal.

[shinobicyrus]

Liberals aren't freaking out because Biden had one bad debate performance. They're freaking out because the writing has been on the wall for years and meaningful discussion & concerns have been staved off by an aggressive enforcement of the party line by Democratic leadership, public assurances from White House officials, and glowing anecdotes from media allies about a "sharp" President Biden who exists behind closed doors, just trust us. If you tried to voice valid concerns about Biden's age, criticized his policies, or his stubborn support of Israel despite its egregious and endless war crimes, you were accused of "handing" the election to Trump.

But after the country watched that 90 minute travesty (or talked to people who did, or watched clips of it online), those years of suppressed and buried concerns have burst free all at once like a broken damn, because they were never properly addressed.

Now, there's calls for him to resign his candidacy. There's talk of an open convention. There's murmurs that maybe the reason why party officials agreed to such an early debate was so if it went disastrously bad (as they might have suspected, knowing the truth), they might have time to change course.

In less than 90 minutes, Joe Biden single-handedly flipped the status quo from "libs so terrified of Trump that they'd vote for Biden no matter what" to "libs so terrified of Trump they can't afford to support Biden."

Good.

[gorespawn]

also while we're here i would like to share the two iterations of tumblr user gorespawn that have existed since i abandoned this blog back in like early 2021. Who wants me

[malpracticemd]

people are really running around going "I can't believe people think house and wilson are canon how stupid could they be" on the fucking Bowser x Luigi site?? on the fucking Lorax x Oncler site?? babes get a grip. it's all canon here.

[nonbinarylesbianherb]

Something I’ve seen a lot is people blame Alicent for not telling Rhaenyra about her meetings with the king, so I’m going to explain why she didn’t:

1. Alicent’s whole life to that point, was her constantly trying to be what her dad wanted her to be. Alicent’s mother died when she was very young, her only parental figure is her father. and I think to anyone with parents/parent who isn’t the best/isn’t a good parent, can vouch that it’s not easy to stop loving, to stop wanting to impress and make them proud, to stop obeying them. Especially for Alicent who was so young too.

2. Nowadays, Royalty is obviously not taken as seriously anymore. But back then and especially within the HOTD/GOT universe, the king was the most important figure. Disobeying the king, disrespecting the king, doing anything against the king was extremely outrageous and possibly treason.

3. Rhaenyra was her best friend. Her only friend, who she had confided in over the years. They were extremely close, and she felt safe with Rhaenyra and like Rhaenyra understood her as her friend.

Now let’s recognise that not only did Alicent’s father put her up to the task of talking with the king, but Viserys himself SPECIFICALLY asked Alicent to NOT tell Rhaenyra. Alicent doesn’t know the king, Alicent is scared to disappoint her father and she’s scared of what consequences she may face. Rightfully so, this king is a man 3x her age, she does not know him. She doesn’t know how he’d react if she did break the promise and tell Rhaenyra. But, Rhaenyra is her friend, she can assume that Rhaenyra may be mad, but eventually come to understand. Which does happen, Rhaenyra does come to understand that it is not what Alicent wanted.

Personally, If i were in that situation too, I would also not tell my best friend because that would be the safest and smartest course of action. I would rather trust that my closest friend will understand me and forgive me, than face unknown and possibly dire consequences by both the king and my father.

Alicent isn’t at fault. Neither is Rhaenyra. The only people to blame are the adult men who put them in this situation, who used and manipulated them.

Alicent not telling Rhaenyra was justified

Rhaenyra’s anger and her being upset was justified

And again, later on, we see that Rhaenyra is mostly angry at her father and she forgives and understands Alicent’s situation.

There’s also a lot of other reasons someone more intellectual than me could probably bring up too. But I think those are some of the main ones.

[lesbworth]

web weaving for the buddhist and taoist monks from dream of the red chamber by cao xueqin ✨

[withoutaconscienceorafilter]

I am not alright after watching X-Men 97 episode 8. My love of a certain large, half-metal, future-raised old man is consuming me, and I have QUESTIONS and THOUGHTS and OH GOD MADDIE.

It's been so long since I've seen Cable deeply entangled in a main plotline (damn you contemporary comics), but from the very first episode we're seeing Nate! When Jean (later revealed as Maddie) uses Cerebro, she sees baby Nate as well as adult Nate's words from Genosha. Right there! In the main plot! In the main emotional plot!

And then on Genosha, it's Maddie and Nate. And then there's absolutely everything in episode 8, the Summers Family episode!

But it's not just the fact that he's in the action. We're getting so much emotional fallout from this old man!!

I wonder if Nate remembers the telepathic message Maddie gave him as a baby? Does he remember the feeling of her love? Or did he grow up completely oblivious? (I know I'd certainly prefer the first one and lean toward it.)

AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT NATE'S FACE HERE?

This is the face of a man who knows he can't change what's about to happen. He knows what's coming. How many times did he try to stop it? "Enough to give up." "Over and over." How many different places on the island, how many ways trying to stop the sentinels or sound the alarm or alert the X-Men? How many times did he watch Maddie die, feel her die?

Like ....... the abandonment issues on this man. He grew up an orphan (even assuming he was raised by the Clan Askani, and there's nothing in the animated universe canon to contradict that). He very likely did not know the identities of his parents, since he and Bishop got separated (in X-Men 97 canon, even if that's not how it was caused in the comics, but same end effect of him not knowing who his parents were). Maybe he remembers the feel of Maddie's mind and her love, but that's all. No reasons. No answers. No identities.

And then let's assume comics canon applies, so his wife is dead. His clan is destroyed. His son is corrupted and actively trying to kill him. Anyone he's ever cared about has left him or turned against him or died.

So much pain. So much sacrifice. So much loneliness.

And then you find your mom. And she loves you so much. And then you immediately lose her again.

Yeah, I'd be really damn mad at the entire universe too. And especially at Scott and Jean.

[chr0n1c-ag0ny]

Kunidazai reunion sparking them finally, actually, truly getting together (cause they're idiots who have essentially been and old married couple for years and were the last to notice)? I think yes.

kunikida offering his apartment to Dazai, as his partners was in no shape to be lived in, after all the time that had passed with no upkeep and the time it spent in police custody, being milled through for any potential evidence. there was no way he could let him go back to it, not now, not tonight. Kunikida needs him close tonight.

Dazai takes him up on his offer. he doesn't want to be alone. he won't admit it, but he can't be alone, he doesn't know what it would do to him, what he would do to himself if he was left unattended. so he gratefully, while making jabs and cracking jokes at his partner, follows him home.

their night proceeds as normal, as it had for years of Dazai crashing with him. Kunikida cooks while Dazai sits up on his counter, rambling on and on about anything he can think of. Kunikida never realized how much he missed Dazai's voice until the relief of not cooking in silence hit him.

when they eat Dazai drags his partner to sit on the couch, even though Kunikida hates eating on the couch, knowing he would make an exception for him, just for tonight. they sit too close to just be friends, coworkers, partners even. their arms touch, their knees lean into one another.

when Dazai's finished with his dinner he lays a head in Kunikida's lap, turning on the TV, flipping through all of his partners recorded media until he finds the show they had been watch together, every episode that aired since he was arrested is recorded and unwatched. with blurry eyes he hits play. Kunikida's hand is in his hair and it doesn't leave.

they don't talk, they don't have to, they've talked enough. for now they just want to sit and feel each other's touch and hear each other's breathing. it's all they need.

its nearly 3 in the morning when Dazai finally starts to doze, he'd curled up into a ball, halfway in Kunikida's lap at that point, holding onto one of his partner's hands. Kunikida knows he should get them both to bed, he should offer Dazai the room and take the couch, that he should have the man some space after all he'd been through. but he aches at the thought of leaving his side, at being separated again.

but he doesn't even have to say anything, should have known he never had to, Dazai's always been sharp as a tack, his intuition, almost terrifyingly, even sharper.

His partner turned lazily in his arms, looking up at him with tired but knowing eyes. let's go to bed, they say. you don't have to go, you can stay, they assure. please don't go, they beg.

Kunikida breathes a long, heavy, sigh of relief.

"ok," he answers, before finally getting up after hours laid up on the couch, watching as Dazai continues to doze.

his heart aches with feverish heat. he'd missed him so much he had begun to go mad, had gone mad really, and now his partner was back, he was back and alive and mostly well, and now he was so relieved it ached in its own right.

he went about making up his bed for two, for Dazai, knowing he needed enough pillows and blankets for half a dozen people, but kept stopping to look over the back of the couch to make sure he was still there, still with him, that he hadn't been taken away again. by the time he's done he's probably crossed his apartment two to three dozen times, from his room to the couch again and again, before he's finally decided the room was good enough, there were enough blankets for Dazai to cover himself with and pillows to hide in.

when he goes to Dazai this time around, he kneels in front of him, carding a hand through his hair, tracing a thumb over his brow, to his nose, and then his cheek. his partner's eyes flutter open, a smile graces his lips.

"come on," he whispers, worried too loud a voice would shatter the delicate air of safety and comfort around them, "time for bed."

Dazai hums, getting up with a stretch and a yawn, much like a cat, before gingerly hopping off the couch and into Kunikida's arms, a false smile and air of cheekiness to him, hiding the ache Kunikida knew all too well resided in his partner's heart as much as it did his own, if not more. he holds him for a moment, savoring the feeling of him in his arms, before taking his hand and leading him to their room.

Dazai knows the drill. he goes to the other man's dresser and picks out a pair of his own sweatpants, ones he kept here for nights like these, and as per usual, one of Kunikida's shirts, gliding across the room, out into the hall, and into the bathroom.

Kunikida crawls into bed, feeling like he's been hit by a bus by the days events, and ends up half asleep by the time he feels Dazai crawling into bed next to him.

he expects to see bandages peeking from the borrowed nightshirt, to watch Dazai shield himself from the world, from his partner's touch, with a swarm of blankets, for Dazai to lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for him to fall asleep first.

but tonight's different, so different.

Dazai's skin is bare where the shirt doesn't cover, his scars on display, each and every one of them, the burns, the cuts, the bullet wounds, the ones Kunikida has never one been able to decipher the story of. they're all bared to him, with no visible hesitation on Dazai's end.

when his partner climbs into bed he neglects the pile of blankets laid out for him, the pillows too. instead he lifts the comforter that's draped over the entirety of the bed, Kunikida included, sliding beneath it like it's natural to him, like he'd done it every night for months, years even.

he looks at Kunikida for a moment, silently asking for permission, which Kunikida cannot give fast enough, and then Dazai's in his arms, his own wrapped around his neck, nothing between them but the clothes on their backs.

Dazai pulls away, just a bit, Kunikida almost cries out, almost pulls him back in, but knows better. he lets dazai go, but he never leaves. he's moved just far back enough so they could both look each other in the face.

"I missed you," he spoke softly, his hands shifting to hold the blonde's face.

"I missed you too,"

there's a moment of silence.

"I love you." the words are hesitant, skittish even, like he's unsure of how Kunikida would take it.

"I love you too," he replies without a second thought. he loves his partner, he loves him, more than he knows what to do with, so much it drives him mad and makes him ache.

Dazai nods. he's thinking, Kunikida can see it on his face, his mind is going a million miles a second. worry flashes on Dazai's face, and Kunikida panics, goes to pull away, goes to give Dazai space, even if his own skin burns at the thought of parting with Dazai's.

but Dazai doesn't let him, he clings to him, "Don't go, please don't go, please," he begs.

his voice is desperate, so Kunikida doesn't. he watches his partners face twist and turn, watches as fear spreads across his brow and tears gather in his eyes, and he doesn't know what to do because this has never happened.

but than Dazai leans in, slowly, tugging Kunikida closer so they can meet in the middle. Kunikida feels his partners lips on his. he kisses him back. he can't decide if that was a foolish decision or not. It's soft, softer than either of them knew they were capable of, it's gentle and earnest and good.

Dazai stops after a moment, lingers in Kunikida's space before looking him in the eye once more, he doesn't speak, they don't need to. Dazai looks at him, tears running down his face, but he's smiling, he's ok. his thumbs wipe away tears Kunikida hadn't realized he'd shed. they're ok.

"I love you," Dazai mutter's again, speaking again before the other man can answer "Kunikida?"

"yes, Dazai?"

"don't go."

"I won't."

"promise?"

"I promise." its a foolish thing to say, but Dazai needs to hear it, hell, he needs to hear it, "I'm not going anywhere, so long as you promise me the same."

he hesitates, his eyes avoid Kunikida's for a moment, before returning from their shared gaze, "I'll try, I promise, I'll really try this time"

Kunikida nods, slowly moving to kiss Dazai's forehead, the brunette leans into it.

"I know you will," he whispers into Dazai's skin, "and I'll always be here when it's too hard to manage on your own."

there's silence again, but it doesn't feel wrong or heavy, its soft and warm and it feels right.

"I love you," Kunikida finally returns.

there's more silence, Dazai just looks at him, just watches, fingers playing with Kunikida's hair and drifting over his face until something clicks into place in the other man's mind, something nobody but Dazai could ever understand.

he leans in once more to kiss his cheek before he settles against Kunikida's chest, letting out a pleased huff as he curls himself into a ball, "goodnight," he muttered, almost instantly going still with sleep.

"goodnight," Kunikida replied, knowing Dazai wasn't going to hear him, pressing his own goodnight kiss to the top of Dazai's head before burying his face in the other man's hair (Dazai doesn't smell like his shampoo anymore. it makes something in him cringe. he tries and fails to ignore it).

it takes Kunikida a while to fall asleep, he's too busy running the night over and over and over again in his mind. he holds Dazai close and lets his fingers trace over scars, feeling over his too-thin frame, feeling each bone beneath his skin. there's so many thoughts rushing through his mind, to many fears, worries, anxieties, what ifs. what if I hurt him? what if I break him? what if I ruin this?

his thoughts are only stopped when Dazai gently nudges his head into his jaw, hands pulling Kunikida's off of him, holding them gently in his own (he should have known sleep wouldn't come that easy to Dazai).

he takes a deep breath, steadying himself and his mind, his partner's hands squeeze his gently, good, they seem to say, and sleep finally starts to pull at him once more.

he lets it happen, let's his eyes close and his mind go blank, knowing Dazai is safe, he's safe in his arms, he won't be taken away again. he sleeps knowing Dazai loves him, that he kissed him, that tomorrow they'll wake up like this, and maybe, just fucking maybe they can finally have this one happy ending.

[feline-evil]

Dick or no dick confirmation Pickles was always going to be trans to me anyways; if he's swingin' somethin that's phallo babes, if he's not then his t-dick fat. What's not to get.

[best-enemies]

I've reached season 5 on my CSI rewatch and I'm a few episodes past "Swap Meet", where a woman is murdered after attending a swing party with other couples from the neighbourhood. Near the end of the episode there's a moment that made me jump from my seat:

(Grissom walks up to Sara and takes the seat next to her. He's holding two cups. He hands her a cup of tea.)

[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - BRASS' OFFICE]

Erin Brady: Everybody fantasizes about other people. (She glances at Grissom.)

Even you, Mr. Grissom. A neighbor, a friend ... girl at the office.

[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - HALLWAY]

(The door opens. Paul Brady walks out of the hallway. Erin Brady walks out into the hallway. Sara is sitting in the hallway chair watching them. She watches as they meet and kiss.)

(Grissom walks up to Sara and takes the seat next to her. He's holding two culps. He hands her a cup of tea.)

LIKE!!!!!!!

Right after Erin ends her sentence with 'girl at the office', the first time Sara and Grissom meet again, he brings her tea. This might be an innocent interaction but to me it seemed like a nod to this relationship they have where both are into each other, know about the other's feelings, but can't/won't do anything about it (although Sara has kind of given Grissom an ultimatum). I don't know if it was intentional - I'm guessing it is, because I picked it up immediately. I might or might not have squealed in delight.

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

Some Like It Hot (1959) could never be remade today. not just because of it's irreplaceable original cast or the importance of the social context of it being a 50s film but also just. the reason the plot of the film even happens wouldn't even make sense. two guys going to florida disguised as women to be safe? my brother in christ you are genuinely safer being chased by the fucking mob

[grotesquehorse]

me, in the macdennis tags, knowing full well that macdennis IS going to be canon someday: these people are delusional