#faggots in love or whatever

[dnpg-hiatus-survivor]

phil’s face when dan said “back in 1992”

i just KNOW dan makes old jokes all the damn time

[giddlygoat]

laughter and shared smiles came so easily between them. from where ford lay on his side on the bed, he had the perfect view: a giggling fiddleford sprawled out lazily beside him, absentmindedly twirling a lock of beard with one pinky finger. it was downright adorable - almost like a snapshot from a bygone era - and ford treasured the sight. 

a kind of soberness suddenly washed over fiddleford, and his eyes became wide. “i jus’ remembered,” he said, barely, looking down. ford somewhat fixed his lax position on the bed in the hopes of expressing his undivided attention. 

fiddleford smiled sadly. “you’d pet my back when i laid facin’ you. it relaxed you.” 

ford felt his face get warm, as if he were the same awkward college kid and not 58 years too old for that. “…yes. it did.” he said dumbly. 

“what did i do when i needed to relax?” fiddleford asked, and his cadence was just too casual for a question like that. like it wasn’t all that important. ford felt something sour curl deep within him. 

“you’d… well, i… i’m not sure. you were always anxious about something.” ford wished more than anything that he had any skill at all in saying the right things at the right times. regretfully, all he could be in this moment was honest. “you fidgeted with your hair often. and mine,” he tacked on, suddenly remembering that detail of their nightly rituals. 

“i think it soothes you when you’re stressed. i see you stroke your beard a lot these days.” ford couldn’t help but smile at the endearing little habit. 

“can’t deny it,” fiddleford said, adjusting his head to get more comfortable in the pillows. then he reached out a slender arm, scratching softly in one of ford’s sideburns. the gesture brought that sour curling in ford’s gut back, but it also brought an overwhelming endearment. he stared at the content expression on fiddleford’s smiling face and greedily committed it to memory. 

“why’re you so down in th’ dumps today?” fiddleford asked, his smile not fading but a genuine concern evident in his eyes. 

“you mean more so than usual?” ford joked, meaning it earnestly.

fiddleford pulled himself up on his elbows, incidentally bringing their faces closer together. “i can… i can smell it all over y’ like the stench of death clingin’ to roadkill. nothin’ escapes me.” 

ford frowned. 

“well, ‘cept fer most o’ my memories, i suppose!” fiddleford giggled. ford frowned harder. 

after a beat of silence, fiddleford realized that ford really didn’t intend to respond. he sighed sadly, slowly leaning back against the headboard. “i know bein’ around me is hard fer you, stanferd. i may be ruined but i ain’t so clueless-” 

“no. no, you misunderstand.” ford corrected him immediately, looking quite fierce. “i feel empty without you,” he said clumsily, unable to properly parse his thoughts in time. 

“but ya also feel empty with me, dontcha?” fiddleford looked genuinely pleading for the first time in a while, and ford’s insides curdled at the vivid pain on his face. “i’m not- things’ll never be the way they oughta, and the both of us is just two sorry suckers, right?” 

“i’m sorry-“ 

“don’t.” fiddleford interrupted sternly, and ford worried that he would start shaking from the effort of holding his outstretched finger still. “don’t go apologizin’ again, or i’m gon’ta… i’ll jus’ tear my beard out.” all the conviction left him, and he stared defeatedly somewhere below ford’s eyes. 

“i’m-“ ford swallowed. “i won’t.” 

a long pause. ford internally scrambled for the right thing to say, eager to put fiddleford’s every worry to rest, but he just wasn’t equipped for that. he had no clue where to even start. what in the world was he supposed to be if not sorry? 

“do ya think y’ could be happy with me, th’ way things are?” fiddleford asked it quietly, his normally shrill voice sounding more weary than anything. 

ford’s chest tightened. if there were one thing in this world he could be absolutely sure of, it’s that he could never leave fiddleford’s side again. “yes. i’ve never been more certain of anything.” he said, emphasizing each word in the hopes of conveying his complete and utter seriousness. 

fiddleford sighed, still searching ford’s face. then he offered the smallest smile, the uncertainty slowly trickling away from his heart. “don’t run off.” he said, turning on his side to face ford. 

“i won’t,” ford promised. he reached over and laid a hand on fiddleford’s spiny back, stroking it soothingly. “i won’t.” 

[gendrsoup]

finished the dbda 2018 run today and

the full panels under the cut:

[rwby-confess]

Confession #276

[professional-writher]

*shuffles onto the stage quietly*

*clears my throat*

Hello to the five OUaW fans out there in the tumblr void I come bearing art

*shuffles off of the stage and fucking trips on my gay little feet and dies*

[fuckassfag]

CHUBBY T BOYS I LOVE YOU

[hooved]

if i wanna be genuine and really fully not care what ppl think of me then i have Got to just let myself say fag on here already. like sorry but not only have me and my bf been affectionately calling each other faggot for years now but it's also genuinely the most concise, and for me personally, even the most comfortable way to describe my identity. i'm an effeminate bisexual gnc man but also kinda something else entirely. i'm not a woman but my attraction to women is gay and so is my attraction to men and anyone else. "fag" is the easiest way to sum that all up. also since i feel that tagging it kind of defeats the purpose of reclaiming it, if any friends or mutuals are really uncomfortable with it then it'd be best if you just blacklisted any and all variations of the word if you haven't already, because i genuinely don't wanna upset you. anyone else who still has a problem with it, i suggest that you just unfollow

[dennisboobs]

the shoes are ugly on any other 47 yr old cishet man but glenn can do whatever he wants because hes slaying cunt. next.

[glsneeg-enthusiast]

guys ☹️

[sisterpaxton]

oh the letterboxd reviews for an awfully big adventure are abysmal. but what is to be expected of people who are only watching it because they find alan rickman hot.

[campgender]

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[yaoi-tiddie-expert]

idk if its just me but like. i feel like so many queer people believe that gay love is more meaningfull or important or cool then straight love. a post about a straight character would be cooler if he was a butch lesbian. my agender friend who got offended when i pointed out that any relationship theyre in is heterosexual. idk man acting as if straight love is dirtier or less pure or important then gay love is just... reversing the dynamic but not fixing the issue. if that makes sense.

[goodhickey]

"your experience with romance repulsion as an aromantic person is exactly like me :) I'm the same way with everyone except my partner" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUHHHH

[butchybats]

I’m bad lgbt rep because I physically can not stop saying dyke it’s my favorite word ever but at the same time I think that Tumblr’s relationship with (lgbt centric) slurs is so fucking weird

[panuccispizza]

anti fict people are like catholic fujoshis

[megabuild]

do you think Clethubs is the same amount of toxic as Ethubs?

i would say no because when i interpret ethubs as unhealthy i'm usually thinking very specifically of their dynamic in last life- not that there isn't elements of that in other series they're in but to me that's the one where it's the most condensed. in other series like hermitcraft, liml, sl, i think they definitely have Problems but it's stuff that they could reasonably work through. so i would interpret clethubs much the same :3