#gay people am i right

[homkamiro]

Reposting one total drama comic and then disappearing from tumblr for another half a year

[flyingwargle]

sunaosa week day 7: past / future

suna stands in the center of his living room, hands on his hips, surrounded by boxes. after a long and successful volleyball career, it’s time for him to hang up his court shoes, fold the compression sleeves, and frame the jerseys. his retirement press conference went without a hitch, and so did his farewell party with ejp. all that’s left is to pack up his apartment, and move everything to his new home with his husband in hyogo.

it's the start of a new chapter.

osamu is in the kitchen, carefully wrapping the glassware in newspaper and old copies of volleyball monthly. he straightens to stretch his back, suna watching out of the corner of his eye. “everything good over there?” he asks.

“yeah. where are ya gonna donate these?”

“probably the nearby restaurants. “i’ll bring the cups to ejp.” they were always short on coffee mugs in the lounge, and most of his are in good condition. “washio said he’ll take the pots and pans, komori will take the air fryer, and nagito wants the blender.” osamu insisted they’ll buy everything new for their kitchen, which is why most of it is being pawned off.

“i put the pots’n’pans in a box fer him. he can just take it whenever.”

suna nods, then surveys the living room. they’re taking his tv, but donating the coffee table, couch, porch chairs, and shelves. the books and pictures are already packed, accolades safely wrapped and sealed. the bathroom is packed too, towels tossed with his clothes, toiletries spent. all that’s left is his bedroom.

it’s surprisingly cluttered, despite how little he brought with him. leading up to his retirement, he donated most of his training gear, along with clothes that no longer fit. he prepares a box and starts going through his desk drawers, filled with old receipts, invoices, contracts, and documents. osamu joins him, recycling bin in hand. “thought ya might need this.”

“thanks.” suna inspects each piece of paper before tossing it, just in case. osamu continues to pack the clothes in another box, an effort that suna abandoned halfway for a change of pace. they work quietly, until–

“hey, rin. look at this.”

suna turns around. osamu has a wrinkled envelope in hand, his name addressed on the front. it’s sealed shut, so he fetches a pair of scissors from the kitchen to slice it open. “did ya write me a love letter at one point?”

“actually…”

inside are three folded pieces of paper. osamu stares at the first page – specifically, the date. “ya wrote this…five years ago?”

he nods, joining him on the floor. “yeah.”

“were ya gonna send it ta me, or…”

“i was, but…well, you know what happened.” although many of their friends call them high school sweethearts, they broke up when they were 21, were exes for three years, and then got back together on new year’s on the cusp of the fourth. the reasons for their separation sound amateurish now – they couldn’t handle the distance, they were chasing parallel dreams, they couldn’t, didn’t, wouldn’t make time for each other.

while they were separated, osamu opened three more onigiri miya locations; suna played in the olympics and overseas. osamu won awards for his food and service; suna became sponsored by top brands and corporations. osamu starred in documentaries and television shows; suna was featured in interviews and press conferences.

when they met again during the new year’s party organized by inarizaki alumni, both agreed that it made sense to try again, now that they were older, smarter, better. it led to an engagement. it led to marriage. it led to this.

a life together, walking down a singular path.

“i was in chicago, i think. i felt homesick after eating at a japanese restaurant because their onigiri…reminded me of you.” suna’s arm snakes around osamu’s waist, resting his head on his shoulder to read his own writing, shaky kanji after years of writing mostly english. “i missed you, but i couldn’t tell you, so i…wrote you a letter.”

he remembers that night vividly. his teammates took him there for his birthday, where all the dishes were recipes passed down through the owner’s family. as he ate, all he could think about was home, but what came to mind wasn’t aichi, hyogo, nor shizuoka. instead, it was osamu.

osamu, who would video call him for hours while working in the kitchen. osamu, who would reply to his memes or shitposts with equally cursed content. osamu, who would sleep shirtless so he could absorb suna’s body heat, even in the middle of winter.

when home is a person that you can’t have, what does home become?

osamu flips to the second page. the kanji is messier, strokes uneven, with increasing amounts of hiragana to substitute the characters that suna couldn’t remember how to write. he is quiet, eyes traveling across the lines, pensive. then, he reaches the last page, which only contains a few lines.

when i’m with you, i feel timeless, because my love for you is infinite, no matter the distance or time. i used to fear what the life without volleyball would look like, but i’m not afraid anymore, because i know that it’ll always be with you.

“rin.” a hand finds his, the slim silver band digging into his skin. suna looks into osamu’s eyes, the same as he did on their wedding day, and sees nothing but love in its depths, an endless pool constructed of memories between them, from the first day they met at inarizaki, to now, sitting on his floor among boxes, packing a past to bring into the future.

“i never told ya, but in all those years…i never stopped lovin’ ya, either.” his voice rumbles deep and tight, the telltale sign that he’s holding back tears. “i knew why we had ta do it, but…if i were more selfish, i woulda asked ta keep tryin’, an’ tryin’, an tryin’. yer worth all my effort.”

“i wish we were both more selfish,” suna murmurs. “but look. we made it.” he puts their hands together, matching bands gleaming in the light. “you’re a successful business owner. i had the best volleyball run of my life. and now, we have each other. we’ll always have each other.”

the letter falls as they kiss, enveloped in one another’s warmth. there is one part of the writing where the ink is smudged, paper slightly wrinkled, relics of tears shed for a lost love, now a witness to a love that is eternal, that will light their way through the unknown, that will guide them to a new life.

together.

[aldenenjoyer]

troy talking to madison like “that’s why i picked you. but i didn’t…i didn’t pick nick” LIAR! ur lying in HIS bed when he’s not there…what if it wasn’t madison who walked in huh?

[lyscheetea]

style real!! they're my cutesy tootsits

[finnston]

they sicken me (i love them)

[13tinysocks]

Creepypasta/mh headcanons I can't fucking stand 🥰🥰 aka me dunking 80% of the fandoms head in a shitpost toilet xoxo if u disagree you hate lesbians xoxo

(literally made this draft 2 years ago and its still fucking true)

Fratboy toby (literally didn't finish highschool was bullied actual fucking loser 🦞)

Baby-ish tim titty sucking Toby (grown men with ass hair)

Twink Toby. (Has a hairy pussy)

Punk xvirus (where did u guys even get this he's like a sickly victorian child)

Brian/hoodie being hyper agrressive (he's an aloof psychopath imo like if u hates u he doesn't sexually assault u sry ;/ he hides your epi pen and puts shit ur allergic to in your lunch)

Dom tim/Masky (CLEARLY GETS PEGGED)

Hettie Liu (fag)

Them dating cops/investigators/military/boot lickers in general (actual criminals who love shoplifting and hate fighting over oil)

Eyeless jack but he can see with eyes or demon bullshit (fuck you)

Gay and misogynistic eyeless jack (yes, this is real)

Ben drowned. That's it I just hate every Ben headcannon.

Just wired hyper dommy rapey shit in general. I get you wanna write bdsm pointed stuff guys but rape rly isn't how to do it on God.

Yandere anything (makes everyone the same cookie cutter whacko with no sensible motive and also a generally ableist trope)

Jane loving Jeff (😀)

Jeff being suave. (Tells people to kill themselves on Twitter. Doesn't wash ass)

Offender man 🧍

Barbed cat dick jack (a lot of jack sexual hcs are so virgincore it's insane do you even realize what an anitomically correct barbed cock would feel like? Cats howl during sex because it is incredibly painful)

The phrase sloppy pussy

"""""""""""kitten"""""""""" ok virgin

Any of them smelling nice (piss in the woods don't clean foreskin)

Every headcannon (I know the truth Slenderman told me all the hot goss frfr)

[esponjaburbuja]

I just watched Emesis Blue for the second time, because I wanted to show it to my sister. She's not a fan of TF2, but she recognizes some of the mercs.

The movie confused her (same tho, I also didn't understand most of it lol), but she says she liked it and she was genuinely scared in some moments. When both Spy and Soldier fell into the sewers, she said BOYFRIENDS. Freedom fries fr. She doesn't know a lot about them, still she knows they belong to eachother. THAT'S IT.

[howertism]

funniest thing i’ve ever seen

[theyofotherwhat]

The struggle currently of not looking masc with my masc looking bf is that we look straight but we aren't we are fags!!! We are gay motherfuckers!!! I am not a woman stop seeing me as one!!!

[atomicvulture]

Jaskier - he kissed one guy in the 3rd season and fucking vanished.

Like..am I watching it wrong?? Did my guy literally do one thing and popped out of existence??

BRING BACK MY BOY!!

[im-straight-i-swear-please]

“You know I don’t play favorites Glatt, I love all of you”

*Ghostbur kisses Glatt on the forehead, gently rubbing his horns and playing with his ears.*

“But 'm really nice an' 'm never busy an' I'm hotter.” He grumbles, before relaxing at the affection.

He bleats and pulls Ghostbur once more into his lap so they can be closer, wrapping one arm around their waist and the other putting the wine glass to their lips.

[ratbastarddotfuck]

if you're a white person taking pleasure in the idea that Trump voters of colour are experiencing racist violence from white trumpers because "they got what's coming to them" I don't think you're anti-racist at all, I think you were just waiting for an acceptable target, and you're also fucking weird.

Bad Person Deserves Punishment For Their Sins give me a fucking break and get yourself out of the fucking catholic church. you're all prison abolitionists until you see someone you don't like.

[zira-draws]

they have been rotting my brain for a WHOLE year and I CAN'T STAND IT .

[luciferten]

[Video ID: A clip of a TOS Star Trek episode. The room is decorated and constructed like it is ancient rome, with red curtains and furniture, stone pillars and floor.

To the right sits two important looking roman people; A man and a woman dressed in robes. To their side stands Bones in his science blues. Another roman looking person sits at the back of the room.

To the left is Jim and Spock with leaf circlets placed on their heads. They perform a dance once the drums beat that looks goofy as hell; They circle around each other, hopping from one leg to the next and their arms are held partially bent at their sides in an awkward position and wave around with their hops. Spock and Kirk do not turn to look at each other when circling, instead, they each face one direction throughout the whole dance.

At the end, they stand facing each other in their original position.

End ID.]

gay people never flirt normally it's always gotta be shit like this

[incandescent-mushroom]

Wilson is not homophobic because he knows people are gay and he’s genuinely fine with it. he just thinks that he specifically, out of all of humanity, is not allowed to be gay. so he actually IS extremely bigoted towards himself and no one else

[creekfiend]

I have been having a really weird experience this summer, which is that I fell in love for the first time. I'm 36, and if you'd asked me if I had ever been in love previously, I would have said "I don't know, maybe? I used to think so but now I'm not sure? What's it mean to be in love?? how would I know if I had or not???" I thought that because I had not experienced it myself, the people who were always saying "oh no, trust me, You Would Know" were all lying or otherwise mistaken. I DID NOT BELIEVE THEM. I was fully like "this is some sort of mass delusion, there's no way that's a thing"

Now that I know that this is something that Exists even if it doesn't always Look Like They Tell You, there's SO many things that make sense to me!!! Whenever I encountered Romance Stuff before, I had no desire to do any of it AND could not comprehend why anyone else would ever want to either. It was this really large experiential disconnect for me. Whether or not I want to do any of those things, I now understand why other people would, if they Were In Love. LIKE I GET IT NOW. IT MAKES SENSE TO ME. I still can't relate to things like people in movies falling in love instantly, but now it's like "oh right, that's a potential state of being that exists," rather than "pretty fucked up that hollywood made Being In Love up to sell more flowers or whatever."

I feel like I'm constantly 24/7 running a software update on my brain that's been overdue to be installed for years or perhaps decades. It's just like "OK YUP UPDATING ALL THESE PROGRAMS AND FOLDERS. THIS WILL TAKE SOME TIME AND DATA BYTES OR WHATEVER, BUCKLE UP!" Pretty sure there's actually one of those little rainbow spinning icons above my head the whole time I'm conscious, like I am some sort of very confused Sim.

This happened to me REALLY SLOWLY, too, so it was like a big blockage in a river, and more and more stuff was just piling up against it, and then the dam broke, and now I'm sitting in the shallows of a giant basin lake under a massive waterfall wringing my hat out and going "woah. they got never before seen types of fish in here"

Who else knew about this??? Unfortunately the answer is: a majority of human beings over a certain age DID in fact know about this, it's just that every time anyone said "this is a way people feel about each other sometimes," I said "hmm. sounds fake." In-cred-i-ble.

Turns out that being in love is just an experience that people can have!! It's just a thing that happens sometimes! Some people have had it happen to them a bunch and some people not at all. It's just A Thing That Can Happen To You. Wtf. WHAT WILL I DISCOVER NEXT????? IT COULD BE ANYTHING !!! WHAT WOULD BE THE FUNNIEST POSSIBLE NEXT THING FOR ME TO REALIZE EXISTS? ONLY TIME WILL TELL. (Can you fucking imagine having this happen to you when you are in your seventies or eighties rather than your mid thirties ????? THAT WOULD BE THE WORLD'S MOST DISORIENTING EXPERIENCE.) (I also thought that "having chemistry" was fake.) (Do not diagnose me, I PROMISE I already know)