#gay p*rn

[vampiresinthedaylight]

drawing w this post on loop in my mind

[artisticxlly]

Miya 5!! I just know they love to gossip and have sleepovers

[princeson]

Tome used Lesbian Beam... It was super effective! 🧡🤍🩷

Tome and Dimple are here to wish y'all a happy International Lesbian Visibility Week and Day! ✨️

Dimple Friday #17

[thekidsarentalright]

one thing about patrick is that he will do a gay ass stance

[mudkipper]

Timothy Olyphant and Walton Goggins in Justified (2010-2015)

[nectar-cellar]

i really appreciate the interactions on my posts. i’m really lucky to have the mutuals and followers i do 🥺

[normalbrothers]

#where tommy kneels inside a semi-circle of very erect ... men

[black-cat-reversed]

currently letting out the most delicious whimpers and sounds of pain. btw. if you even care

[michelle-ma-cherie]

texts from top left to bottom right: evening kisses in the kitchen everything will be okay youth

[weirdlyeldritch]

A Dark Circus Tent

The man trudged forward with a limp to his leg. His calves were impaled with shards of glass, wood and tile, making the floor even harder to walk against. His breath was ragged, shallow, uneven as if he was just short of choking on his own breath. Long fleshy tendrils and vines covered the man trying to drag him back, pressing into the man's body. His left side flared up in pain, his nerves setting on fire, with every little movement he made. The man was so close to the light, so close to an out of this nightmare, so close to his friends whose voices rattled around in his head, so close to safety. He could feel the light bore into his eyes. The man reached out into the light…

…And his palm planted firmly against a solid wall.

The man's breath hitched in his throat as he looked at the white colored wall. The man shakily ripped his hand off the wall and looked at his palm which was covered in white chalk. There was no out. The man opened his mouth to scream, to wail, to call out for a savior, or anything. Instead purple steaming liquid poured out the man in violent heaves, forcing him to his knees. His throat burned as the liquid flowed out. The tendrils slowly dragged back the man who could no longer fight back. 

The man's heaves and upchucking only got more violent with every passing second. The man tried to close his mouth but the liquid overpowered him. His body decayed as it crawled out of his mouth as if his insides liquidated into a purple sludge freeing itself out of the man's mouth. It became easier and easier for the meaty vines to drag him back as more of the liquid forced itself out of his mouth. The man's eyes slowly glazed over as the voices of his friends he never got to say goodbye to echoed through his head. Everything slowly was consumed into black…

                                                   - - - 

…SMG4 jumped out of skin as he awoke, his breathing ragged as his vision was blurred with tears… slowly his surroundings came to him as he calmed down, the dark room was his own. He was in his own bed, in his own house, and he was nowhere near the castle. SMG4 wiped away his tears with a sigh mixed with annoyance and fear. He grabbed the clock reading the time displayed on its screen, 6:35. Too early. He sighed yet again as he tossed the clock back on the bedside drawer with a thud. 

Usually he'd go back to sleep but not after that. He tore himself out of his bed, to do anything to entertain himself until the sun rose despites his groggy and sleep deprived body begging for more rest. He dragged himself into his kitchen as his body went on autopilot, making himself a cup of coffee. While drinking his freshly brewed cup of coffee, something broke his daze outside of his window. SMG3’s lights in his house shone outside. Was he awake? 

The tired ringleader had a sudden desire well up, thinking of the possibility of company. SMG4 quickly finished his drink before rushing back into his room to throw on his usual blue sweater. He fumbled with his keys as his breath grew a bit heavier in his chest at the mere thought of SMG3. He almost tripped over himself trying to rush out of his front door. His legs were chilled by the cool morning air, maybe he should have put on some pants.

He eventually made it over to SMG3’s home, unlocking it with the spare key he was given. His socks were oddly loud on the wooden floor to the ringleader's ears as he walked towards the backroom. The smell of multiple things baking filled SMG4’s nose, a smell that always made him feel better. He carefully made his way to where he knew SMG3 would be, his room. SMG4 peered through the elevator doors to see SMG3 at his desk, casually streaming and relaxing. SMG3 seemed to be in a happy mood. The ringleader knocked on the wall beside himself to get his counterpart's attention.  SMG3 looked surprised at his presence although that surprise quickly gave way to confusion, annoyance and slight concern.

“SMG4? What are you doing here?”

The man questioned as he got up from his desk and went over to SMG4, looking the man up and down. It was obvious just from the heavy eyebags alone he hadn't gotten a lick of good sleep recently let alone the rest of his appearance.

“Oh I uhm- . . . I just came over to say hi! I know it's be-”

 “SMG4.”

SMG4 froze, his smile faltering for a moment.

“Why are you really here? You never come over this early, hell you're never even up this..early….. SMG4, did it-” 

“Yes it did.”

SMG4 snapped out in hushed annoyance and dread. Smg4 slightly sunk back into the elevator as if he was ashamed. SMG3 sighed, as Smg4 didn't look at the magician. He held out his hand to the blue cladded man. 

“If I let you stay, do you promise to try and get some rest?” 

“I- … I promise.”

SMG3 led SMG4 to his bomb themed bean bag near his desk, letting his friend get comfy on it. SMG4 curled up on it much like a cat. His counterpart ruffled his hair and whispered in his ear before returning to his desk.

SMG4 closed his eyes as he listened to SMG3’s voice. His body grew heavy and relaxed. Whether it was the familiar smell of gunpowder, or the comforting voice of a friend, or being somewhere he viewed as “safer”, he didn't know. But it felt nice.

The ringleader slowly fell into a much more comfortable, dreamless sleep.

[milkbreadtoast]

random but i resolved to post abt it every time i find a webtoon that I enjoy... and lately I've been having fun reading this one...

*rubs nose* heh... I do dabble in het from time to time... no but seriously it's a p straightforward lighthearted enemies to lovers romcom, not groundbreaking or anything yet im over here kicking my feet and giggling the main couple is SO cute to me... i luv them... I actually couldnt wait to find out what happens next so ive been slowly reading ahead in the kor whenever i have time and they're sooo cute😭😭 I also like the art style and costume design a lot!! it gives me like. a nostalgic 90s shoujo anime vibe tbh... w the puffy hair and babyfaces...

[cctinsleybaxter]

Herm just call him

[max-the-lagomorph]

(I present this scene out of context)

[nhi-theuserof-this]

Update:

As a writer, I’m sure it’s obvious what I’m about to do to gabriel and his gay boyfriend

[janijuice]

I JUST KNEW KOLF WAS GONNA EAT DOWN AND THEY DID.

SERVED EVERYTHING THEY NEEDED TO SERVE

BODY

DANCE

VOCALS

GAY PANIC.

[kuromi-hoemie]

thinking about older women