#gay boys being dumb

[domestikhighway58]

PizzaBoy Spencer! by the one and only @goobzoop

OMG I cannot describe the LOVE I am feeling right now. They inspired this silly fic I wrote and am continuing and UGH look at Spence! Wanna rub his fit lil belly, right?

Show You Tonight is on to Part 2 in Hold Me Closer for some fun, eventually sexy aftermath--cuz I always need to add some angst and drama in to my smut, no matter how silly it all is.

<3 THANK YOU GOOB ILY <3

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

i think of this tweet every fucking time i watch this scene

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[futuremrscameron]

jjpopecleo showed up and showed out this season so i still won

[edgelordtozier]

the steddie fics where steve is embarrassingly air-headed and has no clue what bisexuality is even though his best friend is a lesbian are so funny to me (in a bad way). it’s like what’s another way that we can mercilessly infantilize him and make eddie munson (pathetic clueless loser) guide him and navigate the relationship as if steve hasn’t been in many relationships himself?

[kidfur]

is it just me or is the sheer venom towards ppl who genuinely like yaoi/BL media just homophobia now

[starstruckodysseys]

i hope we kiss goodnight (it might just end my life) —

completed, 4.2k words

there’s a long list of dos and don’ts for having friends. falling in love with them is probably pretty high up on the “don’t” list, even thought that’s kind of already gone down the drain.

and if that’s the case, then dylan has zero idea where “practice kissing with them” falls on the list.

read here on ao3

[lamponellatempesta]

Look likes a meme, but it's legit call on discord I had with my bro @gingericywolf

[tigerplushh]

Today . I am thinking about how many times I have reduced my identity to labels that are easier for cishet people to comprehend that don’t really describe who I am because I don’t expect them to empathise or try to understand my experiences as a genderqueer/trans person and and and AND AND AND

[alexisneedssleep]

Forever anxious about the part of TKM where the three star players take shit care of themselves the night before the championship game

Kevin gets a tattoo (aren’t you not supposed to work out right after a fresh tat???) and is roaring drunk so he’s bound to be tired and dehydrated the next day

Andrew and Neil literally stay up until dawn kissing so no sleep for them either

Literally THREE WHOLE BOOKS lead up to this moment and Neil almost died trying to make it to this game and they all just piss away those valuable hours of sleep before the most important game of their lives so far?!?!?!

It makes me SO FUCKING anxious oh my-

[notoriousmasc]

idk i just think the process of turning individual orientations into aesthetics regardless of the actual orientations of those participating might not be super healthy in the longterm

[cutesilyo]

concept: an animatic of legally blonde's gay or european with aseantalia, with piri as the gay defendant

[ravenquingvax]

Legolas, Vax'ildan and Aloth walk into a bar together.

...

Legolas was too busy looking at the trees to see it.

Vax failed his Dex save.

and Aloth had his face stuck in a book and wasn't paying attention to his surroundings.

...

They all get embarrassed about it and insist that the others don't tell their friends about it because they'd never be allowed to live it down.

[crazy-dane-art]

This dragged me out of an art block

[death-rebirth-senshi]

I love just abandoning Elden Ring playthroughs I'm just like "okay that's enough" and start a new game...I've been playing Elden Ring almost nonstop (with a little mass effect break) since I got it in November and it's now June. And I'm still like...hm I think I'm done with this strength/int endeavor I want to try blasphemous paladin again

[exopelagic]

honk shoo.

[thespacelizard]

5 times Locke catches what Aryas throws, and 1 time he doesn’t

@fluffbruary day 22, where entirely by accident i wrote a fic for 'throw' that mirrors perfectly with my fic for 'catch' from earlier in the month! Up on AO3 here

In which Aryas throws a lot of things.

New quest acquired; time to pack up and go. Aryas is ready to go, pack by the door, weapons on—Locke’s taking longer. Locke always takes longer. Aryas has accounted for this, because accounting for Locke-time is second nature by now. He uses it to scour the room for forgotten things, of which there are usually several.

Because Locke.

This time it’s a boot under the bed. He chucks it at Locke without warning; Locke yelps, grabbing it before it can clock him in the face, and hugs it to his chest.

“Give me a heads-up lawkeeper, gods’ sakes,” he grouses. Then he realises what he’s holding. “Oh shit, that’s where that went.”

He shoves his foot into the boot, and five Locke-minutes—read, fifteen—later they’re on their way.

---

One of the many advantages to magical storage bags is that you can, in fact, have a nice, cold beer at the end of a long, hot day trekking through the Badlands. Aryas ignores Locke’s increasingly unsubtle hints for as long as possible because it does Locke good not to always immediately get what he wants, and it does Aryas good to practise restraint.

Eventually he rolls his eyes—to let Locke know he hasn’t entirely won—and tosses him a beer. In one quick motion, Locke grabs it out of the air, pops the closure, and tips his head back to take a long draw.

“Ah, much better,” he sighs, grinning. Aryas sips at his own drink and watches the sunset, instead of the sweat trickling down Locke’s neck.

---

“What is wrong with you, why would you throw a knife at me?”

“At the giant spider, actually.”

“Do I look like I have eight legs?”

“Stop whining, you caught it.”

“Because I’m a very dextrous and talented man, and the gods smile on my continued existence—you almost killed me!”

“Don’t be melodramatic.”

“We don’t throw knives at friends, isn’t that a rule? That sounds like it should be a rule. I’m making it a rule.”

“Do you want me to throw another?”

“Oh, please, you don’t have another to—ack!”

---

Locke’s crouched on the ledge above him, scanning the darkness ahead; Aryas can almost see his ears twitching. After a minute or so, he nods.

“All clear.”

With a grunt of effort, Aryas tosses up the small chest—Locke’s ready, catching it as it hits its apex, twisting easily, using the chest’s momentum to spin it down onto the ledge beside him. It’s not big, but it’s heavier than it looks like it should be. If Locke hadn’t lost his lockpicks to thieving goblins two days before they got here, this would have been a lot easier.

Aryas scrambles up the rock, struggling to keep hold of the lantern as he does so. He gets high enough to set it on the ledge, and then Locke’s grabbing his arm, hauling him the last of the way up. He topples onto his back in the process—he’s small, Aryas is not, and half-plate is heavy. Locke lets out an oof, and for a moment Aryas just stares at the half-elf below him, heart thumping in his chest.

“Air, breathing, would very much like to,” Locke squeaks out, shoving at him. Aryas rolls off him.

This is not the place to get distracted.

---

“Here.” Aryas throws the coin purse at Locke, who grabs it and immediately spills half the contents across the table to run his fingers through the glittering gold coins. “Don’t spend it on stupid things.”

“You think everything fun is stupid, lawkeeper.”

“I’m not paying for your food if you run out.”

Locke rolls his eyes. His hair’s loose, the tie dangling around his wrist. He shoves the tangles back from his face and pouts. “You’d let me starve?”

“It’d be what you deserve if you waste all your money on fake magical items again.”

“Once!”

“Twice.”

“Even if I did get scammed again,” Locke starts counting his coin away, a little half-smile crooking the corner of his mouth, “you wouldn’t let me starve.”

No, Aryas knows. He wouldn’t.

---

“You want a drink?”

Locke doesn’t look up from his book. The Antiquarians hadn’t wanted it, just the rest of the chest’s contents, and Locke’s been glued to it since they got back to Caer Cyflen. Something about the stars, his ongoing obsession drawing him in again.

“Nah, I’m good.”

Aryas scratches the back of his neck. “No, I mean—do you want to get a drink with me?”

Now Locke does glance up at him, smirking.

“You scared of the barmaid again?”

“That was one time,” Aryas tries not to growl. Locke laughs, and there’s sunset light streaking the side of his face, turning the flyaways of his auburn hair to gold. “You want a drink or not?”

“Like I said, I’m good.” He holds up the book. “Just getting to a good part, you know?”

“Sure,” Aryas says. Pauses. Thinks. Gives up. “I’ll see you later.”

Locke hums an already-distracted reply, immersed in his occult pages once more. Aryas gets himself halfway down the hall, well out of earshot, before he groans and thumps his head against the wall.

Why is it Locke can catch everything except a hint?