#gay ass roommates

[mash3dp0tat0s]

another dump

[gothic-mothic]

A very long, very late, and very quiet car ride.

[dyrehound]

i desecrate the adult whiteboard w this shit

[broken-clover]

I was having a very difficult time based on context whether or not Snorpy and Chandlo were supposed to be interpreted as romantic or platonic...

...Apparently so was Snorpy

[freakinnefor]

OC !!!!!!

his name is maverick and i love him a lot even though hes gay, smokes copious amounts of weed, and he and his roommate that he’s almost dating are the sole reason for the rapidly increasing murder rate in philadelphia

[aliensmoothie]

wallace wells is such a man who will have gay sex with men dressed as , and with the same name as , his hetero roommate .

[certifyedwhore]

buying a knotted dildo was maybe the best purchase I've ever made

[nerdynikki94]

BITTERSWEET RANT ABOUT QUEER (MLM) CHARACTERS IN CURRENT MEDIA

I used to think it was impossible for me to hyperfixate on a show/ship without reading and writing nonstop fanfic about it. But then, a year and a half ago, I watched OFMD and I staunchly refused to read or write any fanfic, because I needed to wait it out and see how the amazing writers planned the story to continue. (I'm ecstatic for October 5th.)

I still considered myself to continue obsessing over my queer ships, especially when I watched Galavant and fell into a bit of a Richard/Gareth hole (but there are very few fics, I planned to write one but kept going back to my Macden fics).

Then, I watched Hannibal, and I tried to read fics, planned one too, but I just couldn't get into it, and preferred obsessively rewatching the show instead.

Now I'm literally refreshing fanvids of our Ineffable Husbands from Good Omens on YT daily, but completely unable to even glance at fics.

It's funny to think how far we are coming with queer characters in media, and I'm just so excited to see shows that refuse to queerbait. They aren't using a viewership by playing with never-ending hints and nods but zero follow through. They are acknowledging that acts of abandonment or betrayal have consequences, regardless of the initial intentions. They refuse to do that kind of disservice to the respective narrative journeys of these characters.

Yes, they may be angsty and a bit sad right now, but Goddammit, we are finally getting sincere, star-crossed gay love stories. Tragic, but not in your typical heartbreaking Brokeback Mountain -esque media from the past (no hate, love the movie, thought the short story was okay).

These queer love stories are giving the same kind of painful passion as some of the best dramatic romances around (one of my fave genres). What a time to be alive! Because it's not an unhappy ending until it ends. The best love stories have to have nearly impossible obstacles. That is how the relationships are tested.

Just thinking about how I've always hyperfixated in the past vs. how I do now. I realized it's because I finally have hope. I can't consume fics because I trust the creators and writers of canon so explicitly that I know they will continue showing how they respect the viewers while also acknowledging the significance, the absolute necessity of delving into the arcs and development the characters need to find within themselves.

I believe David Jenkins and Neil Gaiman are determined to do right (as Bryan Fuller would be, if ever given the chance to continue), not by all the vastly different opinions of the countless countering fans, but by the way they have shown genuine acknowledgement to the romance and enough respect for the love interests to make them face challenges that help them grow. Queer characters are the leads' now, and they are fully-formed yet ever-changing, unique representations, flirting with fun stereotypes, without reducing them to the worst and most inaccurate social stigmas.

So, I'm ever-resolute to hold out for canon, because I don't want to get my head so full of incredible fanfic that I have my opinion change from constantly switching perspectives.

These writers are changing the game so much that I can't help but trust that - even beyond just the romantic aspect - they actually care about the development of the characters, they aren't defined by just being gay, they are complex.

In other words, I'm in a perpetual state of refreshing Macden fic updates every time I want to read something, and trying to conjure the desire to write again, so I can get back this other Macden fic, after having spent the past two years straight writing the most fics I have for any ship in my entire life.

But, yeah, it's totally crazy to realize that the reason I can not read any of the amazing fics out there for Our Flag Means Death, Hannibal & Good Omens is because these shows are already so enthusiastic and welcoming of their queer characters.

[pressedink]

hey siri,

play sofia by clairo and let me revel in the fact that at least her name is spelled with a ph

[ya-what--ya-erster]

"No homo." -Literally the gayest thing a person can say

[questioningespecialy]

(gonna respond like i can't possibly be wrong here real quick)

It's not about the numbers. People in the replies are focusing on the wrong thing. Understandably, though. Like, I tried to figure it out too, but I'm pretty sure the story ain't about what the MC sees. It's all about connection.

At the age of 5, they realized they were different. That nobody else was like them. And they eventually realized that nobody else could understand them. Could see the world the way they did. The way they couldn't help but see it. But there was nothing to be done. Nobody was ever gonna understand them. And only a child would believe them. There was no hope. Only sorrow. Only a lifelong abyss to wade through. Wishing for the sweet mercy of being undone. Of loosing what made them special. What made them different. What made them queer weird.

But life wasn't that cruel. No. It was with kindness. It gave them a mission. Something great. Something that could make them great. If they could solve the mystery of the numbers, the Counting Puzzle, they could be free of the Why. The constant dreadful wonder. The sleepless nights. Tossing and turning. Frustrated with their fate. Never knowing. Always wondering. Needing to know why. And they would... If they could just solve it.

But they never do. No. They never solve it. All their life they've tried to solve it. Never succeeding. Only dreaming. Such a focus, they can't do anything else. Can't really love. Can't really make friends. Can't really live. They've trapped themselves. Or was that life? Is life truly that cruel? Was this truly a curse all along? Was it never meant to be solved?

And just as the tendril gets nearer than ever before. Just before you begin to reach for it... He reaches first. With cup and cookie in hand. Finally. Someone else.

(read the tags)

Since birth you could see a counter above people’s heads. It doesn’t count down to their death. It goes up and down randomly. You’re desperate to find out what it means.

[theswampghost]

literally why am i at home. i could be back at my apartment watching gay tv with my roommates

[kaijuno]

When I was in rehab I had a roommate who was this little old black lady and she was completely blind. And I saw that and was like “anybody gonna be this lady’s guide?” And didn’t wait for an answer. I actually got in trouble for “perpetuating lesbianism” BECAUSE I WOULD LEAD HER BY THE FUCKIN HAND. And that was “”too gay for the program”” so I had to make sure she held my elbow instead and like. What really pissed me off is that she was not given aid whatsoever for her disability. It was fucking me doing her paperwork. I was able to help her sign her own name but I had to fill out all of her intake stuff and ask all these invasive ass demographic questions like don’t you motherfuckers have a guy for that??? I’m here trying to fucking recover too, not interrogate this poor woman with questions about whether or not she’s ever been raped or abused or whatever

[inkskinned]

i love finding out how big this world is. my girlfriend has only visited boston a handful of times, but i grew up here. i told her we'd be going to do the tourist traps in salem, and she said - which salem?

to be fair to her, there are a lot of other states that have a town named "salem." and i think there's some evidence that the witch trials actually happened in what is now called Danvers. but the thing is - she thought "salem" was like, a made-up thing. there wasn't actually a salem, massachusetts - like there isn't a gotham city.

they don't talk about it that much where she grew up, is the thing! and this made me laugh. a week ago she was talking about her hometown and said something akin to "well the museum's kinda like the one in richmond," and i had to explain i still had no frame of reference for what the hell this museum was like.

i love finding out what knowledge i take for granted. i used to live with 5 other women. 3 of them were from south korea. they had to take, like, a solid fifteen minutes to explain their birthday system to my gay math-blind ass, laughing as they did.

that same month, our roommate from denmark taught me the danish word for wreath by accident - she'd been talking about decorations, used krans, and i'd been able to figure it out through context. i just picked it up and kept talking. our entire house used krans as the word. she came home and slammed the door one evening, mock-angry, shouting: you motherfuckers! it's a - a wreath!

and how often do you use certain words, anyway! i am cuban, so i was raised with certain spanish words sort of sprinkled in there; but never how you'd think. in middle school i asked someone to pass me the recogedor - in a completely american accent, like i was speaking english. i hadn't registered it as a spanish word. i mean, how often in school do you actually use the word "dustpan" - i'd only ever heard it in the context of cleaning my house.

there are places that you grew up that you, just, like, know. that you assume everyone knows. there are things and people and "common knowledge" that you have that, just, like. doesn't exist for me. i don't know what you call your public transportation system, but in boston we call it "the T". our train cards are called charlie cards because of a song where a father accidentally abandons his family, which was written because our system of transportation. in boston, most people would snort and say everyone knows that, kid.

i think you and i should go on a long walk - it's getting dark early these days and we need any sun we can manage. tell me about the first time you saw snow. tell me about the stuff everyone knows about your home. tell me about the cities "everyone's been to," about the food "everyone's already tried." who knows. maybe it will feel nice to you - watching someone learn about it for the very first time.

[starw1sh]

Never before have I read a book where it got MORE boring after a group of friends essential murdered another one of their friends. HELP ME.

[cryolyst]

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