#Too gay too furious

[ghostywind]

This fucking size difference is monstrous, it's unlocked the absolutely primitive part of my brain. I'm unable to function.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

YOOOOOOOOO KIARA/VITANI???? That was like one of my first baby ships holy shit you just punted me back into my childhood

My first unknowing shipper experience was probably me going

"OMG Kiara smiled at Vitani!! OHHH AAAHHHH VITANI SAID KIARA'S NAME AAAGHGHGHHGHGHGHGHG"

that was it. that was all I needed. Now here I am decades later, still wandering over to youtube and hopefully scrounging for any possibly new kiara/vintai amvs. I'll never be free <3

something something the daughters of leaders of two prides at war, both trained from childhood to follow in their parent's paw prints but they're the only two lions here who seem to see the bigger picture and CARE about it more than the personal stuff, more than their safety or their own happiness. One of them reaches out to offer peace, and the other one (who is the MOST warlike) hears her, and risks everything by reaching back

"But they-"

"Them? Us. Look at them, they are us. What difference do you see?"

.....

"Vitani! NOW!"

"No, mother! ....Kiara's right. Enough."

oh wow i wonder why little kid me kept kicking their heels over this tiny bit of dialogue hmmm it's a complete (coughGAYcoughcough) mystery~

also bloodthirsty warrior lady + dorky wise princess is a huge GAY mood for me apparently. amazing

[gaylittleguys]

sibling tensions

[incohorace]

god i am SO fucking sick of cishets not standing up for their queer friends and not showing up to lgbtq+ societies and lectures. the excuse is always ‘well i do care i just don’t want to spend all my time talking about it’ and it’s just not fucking good enough. too many times i’ve seen my cishet friends decide to be ‘neutral’ and ‘understanding both sides’ when i’m debating my fucking rights to bodily autonomy. and like this shit goes for racism and feminism too like sorry but allyship goes beyond just being friends with people in a minority

[bumble66]

False SA allegations are apparently less terrifying than coming out as gay?!

Trigger Warning: Discussions about SA and casting couch. I recently saw this reblog from blea74. There someone claims to have worked for CAA, the PR firm Chris Evans is still under. You can read everything this person said here:

Something important was mentioned that some people still deny when I talk to them privately about this whole Portugal PR mess: "but to my understanding and digging a little deeper, there was some tantrums on both sides here. Chris not wanting to do things, and her forcing it by whatever nonsense she has in her pocket. I will divulge my suspicions of that, but it's probably within your imagination. And yes CAA suits would do that. They would also tell the parties involved it's over or "do this and you're finished" and then change their mind. As long as the date on the paper hasn't expired they can really do whatever they want." When confronting people with the fact that Hollywood is basically a mafia, many refuse to believe me because it sounds too much like a conspiracy theory. However, not too long ago I came across this article:

I don't know much about Vin Diesel because I don't watch idiot movies like Fast & Furious (I actually only like horror movies) but it doesn't matter which social media platform, almost every time Vin Diesel is written about in connection to the SA allegations, many people in the comment sections reply: "How? He is gay." Where there is smoke, there is fire and just because someone has children and wife, doesn't mean they are hetero. See: Will Smith or John Travolta.

Shortly after the allegations against Diesel, I saw this discussion by a youtube channel called HoneyBadgerRadio:

At 33:50 the discussion becomes interesting in relation to our PR theories. They already started to talk about Vin Diesel before my time stamp but at 33:50, the celebrity expert called Lauren B comes on the show and discusses how this accusation could just be PR to make Vin Diesel appear as a "masculine" straight man. The discussion I highlight goes on until 48:14. I recommend listening to these 15 minutes but the most important thing you'll learn is that: False allegations are apparently less terriyfing than coming out as gay. I remember a similar story regarding this soccer player called Ronaldo or something... but I digress.

And when you think about it: Hollywood is hypocritical again! They push the agenda that toxic masculinity is bad but use examples of toxic macho behavior to promote their stars??! And it also demonstrates to what lenghts some of these PR firms go in order to paint a certain narrative. So when an anonymous CAA anon claims that Chris and other celeb dudes could be forced into certain behavior, unless they want to kiss their careers good-bye, it is actually not so hard to believe.

[jupitermelichios]

I can't believe none of you told me we have canon bi Han now

In other news, we have canon bi Han now

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

Every friend group should include... (the BBC Wreck version)

[divinesymmetry]

growing up in private schools means having all your school friends trying to talk you, a black queer trans guy with an immigrant parent, into voting right wing in order to stop the far right from gaining power. I guess a conservative government isn't so bad as long as their rights aren't the ones being affected.

[digitalcactusblog]

If I could time travel back in time to change ONE (1) thing, it would be to make sure my dad marries someone who actually loves him as much as he loves them, and isn't someone with moods he had to "learn to adjust to"

[mityaibulkin]

fast hcs

let me just. leave it here. ok bye

[jasonzucker]

well without pride jerseys i guess players will just have to kiss each other on pride night to show they’re allies

[smallfrenchcar28]

Thanks for the Extended Edition of Queerbaiting Chibs xo

[jaybren]

Fic Recommendations Needed

Okay, all this fantastic fan art with Eddie in Steve's clothes -- I need a fic. I need to read a fic where Eddie was carried out bride over the threshold style by Steve and is staying in Steve's house. He's sad about his trailer, sad about his stuff, but at least his guitar is okay.

But that means he is sharing Steve's clothes. At first, he starts with the stuff Steve uses the least (darker colors and old worn clothes that Steve was on the verge of chucking), but then he finds the mustard sweater or something and wears it with his hair up as he's trying to 'feel useful' by doing something super domestic. Maybe metal music blaring as he vacuums or something small like that.

Steve comes back, sees it, and the King of Domestic Kink's brain goes *new world order accepted, Eddie is spouse* -- with suave Steve kicking in with flirting and Mr. Invade Your Personal Space suddenly has Steve invading his.

[inkskinned]

it's just that there's a few more steps you have to take that other people don't have to take, but they don't see the steps, so they think you should be able to hop from moment to moment, a chickadee.

it isn't getting out of bed. it is the weight, the hook in your chest, the anchor. you have to move the anchor first. you have to silence your alarm, but your phone is in your hand, which means now you have to put the phone down, which is too-hard. you get stuck in there for a while, the white screen, mindlessly scrolling. you don't even like this activity, have tried a few other options but - here you are, and time is passing.

you've googled iron deficiency causes depression and if i drink enough water does it help with mental illness and anxiety but no caffiene within the last two weeks, like how you googled am i gay quiz at 17.

it isn't just calling the doctor back, it's the anxiety, it's these little moths in your lung cavities, furious and fluttering. you need to figure out how to capture your fingers from between their nervous bodies. you are an adult, you can say the words yes hi, i'm calling because i need - but you need to practice first. maybe write it down because what if you misspeak, wouldn't that be embarrassing. write it down, but you need to find a pen first. well, actually, your desk is kind of messy. you should get a new pen. you should get a new organizational system. you should try journaling.

your grades in school were always strange. the way teachers would say things like it feels like you're not trying. you could touch stars in the stuff you cared about. well, sometimes. god be willing. homework average zero. oops! your english teacher's wrinkled brow: i know you know this stuff. what the fuck are you doing?

it isn't the showering, it's the mirror before the shower and the soft horrible pull of your naked physique. you have to avoid eye contact completely or else it'll be 93 minutes later and you'll have picked at your skin until every little pore is bleeding. you have to stand up but standing is tiring and also you should have remembered to buy more soap but you never remember anything. maybe get out of the shower and while it's still running and you're still dripping wet, use your phone to take a note. make a note to get your groceries. let the shower run while you stand half-in half-out and get lost in your phone for a moment. come back out when the water runs cold and now you have to sprint to get ready.

your grandmother's frown. you're just being lazy. protestant work ethics in a house that isn't even protestant. she says she just learned different but she means learned better, doesn't she.

it's not that you can't send the email, it's that your hands have been hurting lately and the desk really is messy and also why the fuck would you even care about this thing? doesn't everyone else feel like they're drowning? hi brendon thanks so much for sending! will review and get back to you shortly. but now you're on the internet, close the tab with tumblr on it. go on, close it. feel the little soft vapor of boredom come up and over your eyeteeth and make everything overwhelming and itchy.

literally all you have to do is put on shoes to go outside. you're literally already dressed, that's the hard part of this whole thing. literally just put the shoes on. just... do it! do it! this shit is easy!

it's literally that easy. just stop taking all those stupid invisible steps. stop following your strange made-up rules. times like this, even you're positive you're faking. you just don't want to bother with the cleaning and the cooking and the being-an-adult.

but then - shouldn't you be able to put these stupid shoes on? nobody's even looking. go on kid. life is out there! just take the leap!

get moving.

[nekoning]

final part - huafenglian turns xi4nle and everyone is gay in a kinda lame way / parts 1 & 2

ID courtesy by @imber-florum

[Image description: A grayscale comic featuring Feng Xin, Hua Cheng, Xie Lian, and Mu Qing. As a note, all caps text in the comic has been adjusted to regular capitalization in this description to aid readability for screen readers.

Feng Xin is fiddling with a torn dummy from fighting practice. San Lang scoffs and says, "You're pretty miserable, huh?"

"Yeah, this dummy tore apart too soon..." Feng Xin says, focused and not looking at him.

"...Not what I meant." At Feng Xin's confused glance, San Lang says, "You have no choice but to share with someone you hate."

"I don't hate you though."

"Oh, and you expect me to believe that?"

Feng Xin turns back to the dummy. "I thought you were going to hurt Dianxia so I wanted you away from him, but he's safe and happy with you, so it's fine now."

San Lang's eye twitches. "...You really are simple-minded."

"Fuck you!" Feng Xin shouts. "Tch, and you think too much. Just like Mu Qing." Hua Cheng abruptly shifts to his Crimson Rain Sought Flower form, his hair raised and shadows looming ominously around him. He barely restrains himself from punching an oblivious Feng Xin by thinking of Xie Lian's happiness at him and Feng Xin getting along better.

"Speaking of that one," Hua Cheng says, "What is he up to?" The comic shows Xie Lian approaching Mu Qing, who blushes.

"Uh, I think Dianx— ...A-Lian wanted to plant cherry trees," says Feng Xin. His words are paired with an image of Mu Qing looking downward, still blushing and perhaps saying something. Feng Xin continues, "And he offered to help, because 'he didn't trust him to do it right' and all that." These words are paired with an image of Mu Qing's eye glancing to the side.

The next frame shows Mu Qing in simpler clothes diligently sowing, planting, and watering seeds. One of Hua Cheng's butterflies flits around him, spying on him.

One day, Hua Cheng comes to spy on Mu Qing in person from behind a bush. 'Does he really have to come every single day?!?' he thinks.

It is on this day that the cherry tree seedling sprouts. Mu Qing smiles happily. At the sight, Hua Cheng leaps from the bush, shouting, "What the—?! Who is that?!?!"

"It hasn't changed!!!!" shout Xie Lian and Feng Xin, who leap up at the same time from the bush next to him. The three of them turn to each other, flustered, and Mu Qing jumps and hisses at them, a furious blush on his cheeks. Hua Cheng and Xie Lian look back to him with bemused frowns while Feng Xin sweats in fear of Mu Qing's rage. End image description.]

[rafeandonlyrafe]

you're not his girlfriend

words: 700

warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, riding, angsty/sad ending, controlling rafe, drinking/partying, mention of physical violence, drug dealing, reader taking drugs/getting high

you’re not his girlfriend, but you do attend every party on rafes arm, his hand placed securely around your waist, giving warning looks to any man who stares a little too long at you, a little too long at your long legs in the short dress or your cleavage spilling out the top.

you’re not his girlfriend, but rafe saves the best of his stash for you, of course never making you pay. his eyes are possessive and lustful as you snort the line of coke off of his finger before collapsing into his body. he cares for you throughout your high, getting you whatever you need, talking to you, keeping you calm and happy.

you’re not his girlfriend, but spend hours riding his dick, bouncing and grinding after you convinced him to finally let you take control, his arms behind his head, a lazy grin on his face, watching your tits bounce with every movement, determined to make him cum as deep as possible inside of you. rafe only helps out when you cum, body shaking as he pushes you down onto his cock, cumming in time with you.

you’re not his girlfriend, but when ward kicks him out of the house, you’re the first person he calls. he pretends hes doing it for you, eating the ice cream and watching the cheesy movies, but when you cuddle up in bed, your arms around him, you both know that all the comfort is for him to feel better, to feel at home.

you’re not his girlfriend, but when you are chatting with another guy at a party, rafe gets furious, pulling you away, about to deck him straight in the face when your hands wrap around his bicep, explaining that the guy is gay, and you weren't flirting. rafe doesn’t punch the guy, but does take you upstairs into the bathroom and fucks you against the sink.

you’re not his girlfriend, but when he has to go away for a week for some business with ward, he tasks topper with looking after you, adding kelce in as well, needing to make sure you were looked after, with strict warnings not to touch you or get too friendly. you’re nice to the boys, inviting them inside for lemonade, knowing they’ll follow whatever rafe says.

you’re not his girlfriend, but he moans into your ear about how much he loves your pussy as he’s thrusting into you, making a mess of your cunt, his cock splitting you in half as his hands grip your waist, leaving bruises on your skin from how tight he’s holding you, but you love the marks, physical reminders of his impact on you.

you’re not his girlfriend, but you hang out with his little sister wheezie, taking her on shopping sprees with rafes credit card and out to ice cream.

you’re not his girlfriend, but rafe invites you over for movie nights, cuddling close to you. he holds you throughout the night, for once not putting his hand down your pants as he strokes a hand over your hair absentmindedly, eyes on the screen.

you’re not his girlfriend, but he invites you as his date to midsummers, matching his tie with the color of your dress. he spins you around the dance floor and looks happy being there for once. 

you’re not his girlfriend, but he makes sure you get your favorite drink at a party, holding it for you when you go to dance with your girls, fingers twitching impatiently as you move on the dance floor under his watchful eyes, waiting for you to be back within reach. he lets out a breath of relief when you rejoin him, press yourself into his side and finish off your drink.

you’re not his girlfriend, even though you wrap your arms around him and kiss as his hips move slowly, his cock pushing gently in and out, slowly, deeply. he moans into your mouth, enjoying the slow and smooth motions of your bodies connecting, of being one.

you’re not his girlfriend, so you don’t say anything when you see him dancing with another girl.

you’re not his girlfriend when you watch him take her upstairs.

you’re not his girlfriend, but it doesn’t stop your heart from shattering.

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