#boys being boys kissing each other

[pleeborp]

I will never ever be over “Darryl feels love for the first time” after this “straight” man firmly kisses Henry Oak.

They kIZSSSS MORED TIMES ADRER THAT TOO 💀

[ectoplasmer]

need to kiss him until we’re both silly and delirious and giggling, until we’re both grabbing at each other’s shoulders and sides and arms, until we’re both half hazardously stumbling our way backwards onto the couch in a heap of laughter just so we can be as close as possible and we’re clumsily bumping foreheads and noses. need to kiss him until he can’t stop smiling and until we’re both stupidly lovestruck and just clinging to each other

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

was suddenly possessed to draw this future foundation togiri from my post

(shoutout @to-nae-giri for their character style exploration sketches which really inspired how i drew these two lol)

meanwhile, makoto:

[williamvapespeare]

oops i wrote a Payneland first kiss ft. the aftermath of a probably horrible case, Charles being a little bit hysterical, and Edwin being a gentle little bitch Charles is happy to see him. He really, really is. He’s so chuffed it feels like his whole body is fizzing with energy and his head is pounding with something that might be pain or might be relief. And his grip on Edwin’s shoulders is only half meant to keep himself upright. It’s also because Edwin is properly, actually here in front of him, as solid as anything gets beneath Charles’ fingers these days. 

He doesn’t think he’s stopped grinning since Edwin hauled him upright. 

“Edwin,” he says, and can’t quite piece together anything better than, “you bloody genius!” 

And then Charles surges forward and kisses him. He’s aiming for Edwin’s cheek but he’s a little giddy and his eyesight is still a bit blurry and he ends up with his lips pressed to the corner of Edwin’s mouth. 

He feels more than he sees when Edwin startles at the contact, but doesn’t think he has it in him right now to pull back for a talk or a scolding or, god forbid, a lecture on impetuous behaviour. So, he tightens his hands around Edwin’s shoulders and tugs him in a little ways, until their foreheads are pressed together. Edwin blinks a few times and Charles feels his eyelashes flutter against his own cheek. 

“You did it!”. He can hardly believe the words as he speaks them and he keeps kind of laughing in little bursts of uncontrollable giggles. “I thought I was going to - that you were - I can’t even really -” 

Edwin, who has been relaxing against him by careful degrees, finally jolts into action and brings an arm up around Charles’ shoulders. 

“It’s alright,” he says, which Charles thinks is pretty thick for someone as smart as Edwin because of course he’s alright! Edwin just single-handedly swooped in and saved the day and dredged Charles up from the bottom of a literal and metaphorical hole and now he’s got his arm around Charles, close enough that each of his unnecessary breaths stirs the curls around Charles’ ear. He’s a lot fucking more than alright. 

Edwin’s hand starts to rub little circles between his shoulder blades. It feels nice.

“Mate,” he tries again. “You are…” but he doesn’t quite know what Edwin is other than the most important person in the world and, anyway, he can’t finish the sentence because Edwin cuts him off in a tone that Charles still thinks is far too serious for the situation. 

“Charles, you seem a touch, well.” A slight pause. “For lack of a better word, hysterical.” 

Is he hysterical? Charles doesn’t think so, but then again he’s never been great at thinking things through properly at the best of times. 

“Also, I must ask.” Charles’s eyes are only centimeters away from Edwin’s, and he watches Edwin squeeze his close. Eyelashes flutter together. “Did you mean to kiss me?”  

Charles blinks once.

“Uh,” he says. “Yeah, mate.” 

The hand on his back tightens, fingers gripping the fabric of his polo and that feels pretty good too, like Edwin is clinging to him with all the same desperation swirling up inside Charles. Like maybe he’s something solid even when he feels as insubstantial as ghosts can get. 

“Well,” Edwin says, finally, with a posh little sniff like he’s right fucking pleased with himself. “That is good to know.” 

Charles collapses against him, eventually, when he finally starts breathing steadier and the heavy weight of exhaustion settles over his shoulders. When the giddy adrenaline leaves him feeling a little more cracked open than he’d like. Edwin just gathers him close with the same possessive gesture as his hand. 

There’s a soft brush of lips against his temple. He smiles into the collar of Edwin’s coat and lets himself drift, warm and soft and held together

[norgeant]

When I finally get round to drawing frat boys norgeant, this is gonna be what they're wearing

[4belphie]

no but the idea of malleus trying to get revenge against silver, the child of his enemies who possibly killed his parents, by reenacting what his grandmother (potentially) did to them, in a moment of blind rage, sending silver into the deepest, longest sleep he can.

only to finally come to his senses after, horrified with what hes done to lilia’s child, the child he watched grow up from a distance, the child he loves. he tries to undo it, but he can’t. no one can. silver will never wake up again.

in devestated grief, he kneels over silver’s slumbering body, apologizing as deeply and profusely as he can, more than he ever has before. he bids him farewell, placing a final goodbye kiss on silver’s forehead, before turning to leave.

only to hear a tired “lord malleus…?” murmured behind him.

[starrynightarchive]

it's so fun to write a fic for a well-known and loved ship. because you will walk inside this fic thinking "oh how bad can it be. eventually they'll kiss and it'll be okay." but then you realize the author is a bastard. and take max damage every time the said characters kiss.

i'm talking about this fic of mine btw

[weneedatdcharacterwho]

we need two total drama characters who are girls that everyone assumes are just best friends, but they're actually fully raging lesbians who kiss constantly and are romantic to each other, and literally nobody seems to get the fact that they're dating and just think their actions are stuff normal friends who are both girls do.

.

[monkee-mobile]

do you think if any of the monkees tried to actually kiss in the 90s special, everything would like glitch out for a bit and a lizard sunning itself of a rock would snap them out of it or would they be able to break free and show the kiss to the people?

[sysig]

I love you thiiiiiiiiiiis much! (Patreon)

[beansterpie]

rewatching LoK, i'm being reminded how much I dislike the.... the brothers, mako and bolin, yanno? they're such underwhelming characters on basically every level. it'd almost be impressive if they weren't in every episode and didn't annoy me so much ugh

[aerithisms]

we need to bring the term brotp back bc sometimes i AM obsessed with the dynamic between two characters with the same enthusiasm as i have for a ship only in a completely platonic way

[edwardwonghaupepelutivrusky4th]

technically if it's not simmered in the champagne region of france it's a sparkling best boy friend

[a-very-zilly-gooze]

ok but folie à deux is such an underrated album. makes me want to beat up men and wear over-the-top winged eyeliner and leather jackets and skinny jeans and drive entirely too fast down desolate roads late at night. genuinely my favorite fall out boy album, 10/10.

[dudenastii]

i think charles unlabeled sexuality wise (mostly bc he doesnt care) but hess defs on the spectrum aroace? I think demi for both personally. I really like the idea that hes just not trully sexually or romantically motivated unless he knows the person or has a connection. Sure maybe he could get laid if he wanted to maybe he has a couple 1 night stands to destress on a vacation.

[tarlosmalec]

Hi.

You’re TK.

I’m Carlos.

Marry me.

It’s not drama.

It’s love.

The kind that you can’t get away from.

The love that I feel is infinitely more powerful than the power of losing it.

I’m not going anywhere.

I’m right here.

And we’re soulmates.