#gay person🫵

[romionarry]

the rituals are intricate and very comical

[xerocares]

Tried something new.. idk if I’m a fan

[georgiesblurredbones]

You Guys Ever Look At That One Person And Go “That’s a Gay If I’ve Ever Seen One”.

[anonbinaryweirdo]

Gae

YOU.

[izzy-fishy]

hnghhh

drunken confessions 🍸✨

I wanted to see some more soft ratio asdfjkll but the man can only do it when he's inebriated

[ableism]

I know i’m functionally a gay DARE officer at this point but I do in fact feel some sort of way about Cocaine being back in vogue. Surely I sound like a square + narc and I’ll concede ok do whatever you want, nobody can materially stop another person from using drugs if they really want to 🤷🏻 I don’t really care that it’s hip to do party drugs, moreso I want to articulate a general level of caution and concern that I never see a sidecar of harm reduction and safe using practices along with the commonplace clips of people straight up snorting coke I’ve seen for “brat summer!!!1!!”

You 🫵 are not immune to ingesting fentanyl or any number of other additives. Do you think drugs at the gay club are different than the drugs people are taking under bridges and in gutters? I promise they’re not! So if you want to use drugs and continue being alive, do your part to be safe. Protecting yourself protects others and your community.

Do not accept drugs from strangers. Test your drugs with fentanyl test strips. Carry narcan and know how to administer it. Never use alone. Have an exit strategy if you’re using drugs in a public space. Know the contact information for your local harm reduction groups, overdose emergency hotline, and if you need/want it, addiction treatment orgs. This is all the bare minimum for community care if you intend to be out in the world using drugs. Mainly I encourage you all to be buzzkills if it means you don’t have to die of an accidental overdose. Overdose is the leading cause of death for Americans under 40. I have a whole lot of social workers in my network and however bad you think the synthetic opioid crisis is, it’s worse. The war stories I’ve heard from my people on the ground are… The shit of nightmares. Don’t let it be you or anybody you love.

If you live in the state of Georgia, DM me for a longer list of resources.

Fentanyl information (harm reduction.org)

Get Narcan

How to use fentanyl test strips

Call 311 to find out where to get Narcan in your community at no cost to you

[starredforlife]

hey you 🫵

make ur personal dashcon for all I care. as many snacks and as much nudity n weed as you want for whichever scenario lol. go nuts show nuts yknow? or whatever we used to say

[hauntingblue]

Bon clay is such a trooper

[narrativelysignificantturtleduck]

ID: official art of aang, katara, toph, and zuko. aang stands in front, flanked by katara on the left and toph on the right, with zuko behind them. aang, katara, and toph are all in bending stances, while zuko stands with his arms crossed. end ID.

weirdly love this silly pic from the official bending element assignment quiz. is he on babysitting duty

[sh1-n0bu]

♡︎ 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 ♡︎

characters: sub!gallagher x nb!dom!reader

warnings: usage of aphrodisiacs, exhibitionism, slight dumbification, thigh riding, dry humping, begging, cumming untouched, gallagher being an old man loser, just a mini drabble guys. nothing big (i say as i write down 1,7K words)

notes: @lufenianwol you knew exactly what you were doing when you sent me gallagher’s leaked idle animation didn’t you, you gayyyy🫵🏳️‍🌈 (im gay too😔)

sigh…

another day, another long work of hunting down criminals or outlaws who came to penacony uninvited and detaining them. the most time gallagher could ever get to de-stress were behind the bars, mixing up a drink his customers asked for or when with you. you were a fellow bloodhound, a high ranking one too, so never had enough time to spend some quality time with your tired lover.

but today, you wanted to be a little mischievous. and what was that on your mind? you slipped just a teeny weeny bit of aphrodisiacs into his usual alcohol in his personal flask of course! just a little. maybe a pinch or two. a bit of a sprinkle of magic as a gift.

or maybe even a whole mini bottle. but you won’t say it until your tired lover comes crawling over to you, huffing and puffing, whining whimpering as he begs for your help at “restocking” some of the alcohol at the backrooms.

at the other end of the bar, you watch with a barely hidden smirk whenever your lover takes a sip from his personal flask during his break times. each time he does, getting more and more intoxicated in the taste. you purposely chose one that tasted delicious and soft on the tongue, a way to reward him for his hard work of running after criminals and preparing him for what was about to happen.

he started out strong, as expected of a bloodhound officer. barely felt it, focusing on work, wiping a glass or two, mixing up a drink. but the more he drank from his flask, the more you noticed it. the little stuttering over his words, the slight flush in his cheeks, the jumpy way he reacted whenever you passed by him with a hand on his waist or lower back. that bulge in his pants. that damn delicious bulge that you love to bully.

shaking your head, snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you focus back on work to wipe the bar clean and serve the customers drinks and desserts of their liking. you and gallaher were a good pair to serve amazing cocktails after all.

finally, the rush hour had ended, meaning fewer customers. the fewer there are, the more noticeable gallagher’s show of being affected by the little sprinkle of magic became. at first, he tried to play things off as signs of cold, or just the warm and low lighting of the bar being the reason his cheeks are pink. hell, he even coughed a few times to make his act believable. believable to the nosy customers but never to you.

“[n-name]…” the man barely manages to muffle his whimper when calling out your name, low lidded eyes, hazy vision and slightly shaky hand tugging on your necktie. you hum, turning to him with a raised brow as if you weren’t the reason behind this panting mess in front of you.

“yeah? what’s up?” you ask, putting down the bottle on where it’s supposed to be as your hands come to rest on his waist. the rush hour just ended, the bar still had a few customers but they were either too drunk to care nor engrossed in their own sob life stories to share you two a glance. and gallagher was damn glad for it too.

“w-we, ahem, need to head to the backrooms. we’re running out of some beers and fizzy drinks in the fridge” he quickly clears his throat, hoping that no one had caught onto his little stuttering. you did, of course. you would catch onto anything your lover says or does. even the tiniest things. such as how he was trying to make it seem like an innocent half-hug when you could feel his cock twitch in his pants as he pushes his crotch against yours, hoping to conceal it while also giving you a little heads-up.

as if you needed the heads-up.

“alright. you can go first, i’ll come after you once i wipe my hands” you nod your head, watching as your lover disappears behind the door with a sign that read “staff only”. it was cute how gallagher was so trusting of you, never even thought for a moment how you could have been the one to drug his flask of alcohol. though, judging from his cloudy eyes and stuttering, you could guess that he could barely even think to begin with. how adorable of him.

soon enough, you follow after the steps of your lover, walking into the “staff only” part of the bar and later onto the door with the sign “backrooms”. the pretty decent sized dark room where the bar keeps their ingredients and drinks. the same exact room where your lover pushes you against the wall the moment you entered, shaky hands fumbling with the buttons of your button down shirt as he humps his hardened cock against your crotch.

“woah woah, puppy. easy now. what’s going on? i thought we needed to restock on our drinks?” you ask, feigning innocence as your hands rest over gallagher’s shaky ones, stopping his fumbling and managing to catch his attention for a minute. he looked so dumbfounded. bottom lip on the brink of bleeding due to his chewing, panting, cheeks flushed a pretty red as his dilated eyes try to focus on you. you swore he looked like he was almost on the brink of crying with how damn pathetic he looked.

“c-can’t… [name], please, help me… ‘s so hot, tight. stupid pants mmngh!” gallagher only moans, tripping over his own words in a jumbled mess as he tries to find some sort of relief for his poor aching cock. looking down, you could briefly make out a dark small patch at the front of his pants. he was so drugged that he couldn’t even tell that he was staining his own clothes with his precum. so cute.

you only hum in response, not bothering to do as he pleads as your hands rest on the fat of his ass, massaging them gently. he only whines, slurred words of how he wanted your hands on his cock falling out as he squirms in your hold. lowering yourselves down to the floor of the room, you shift gallagher on top of you to ride your thigh instead. flexing the muscles in them to make it easier for him as he whimpers at the feeling.

immediately, the man started to hump your thigh. salacious mewls falling out of his lips as he doesn’t even try to silence his loud noises, only dumbly trying to relieve himself as he rubs his clothed cock on your thigh. you could see the dark patch in his pants getting bigger, darker the more he rides your thigh. if he had his dick out, he would probably leave a mess all over your clothes.

“shh shh, puppy. the door isn’t locked, remember?” you chuckle, reminding him of where the two of you were getting naughty at. it was so cute to see his eyes perk up at the sound of your voice. more specifically, whenever you called him puppy. he really did lived up to that nickname, looking like a cute pup as he bites down on his lip.

one of your hands travel up to his chest, opting to play with his perky nipple as he let out a loud squeal at that. his chest was always so sensitive, making him let out the most delicious whimpers each time you roll, pinch or tug at the hardened nub. being so mean to not slip your hands under the opening of his button down shirt at the front, playing with his nipples over the harsh fabrics of his clothes instead. he just wanted your touch on him to relieve the ache pooling in his belly, would you be so mean to deny him of his wishes?

apparently, you would. the hand on the soft fat of his ass moving to rest over his hip, helping him hump his cock on your thigh as your other hand continue their brutal assaults on his chest. poor gallagher, can't even form a single word as his pleads fall out of his swollen lips in a jumbled heap of mess. you could barely make out your own name from it. the words sounding so muddled up as if the bloodhound officer couldn't tell the difference between reality and his drug induced feelings.

"[n-naaammmeee]... sniff pleasheee fuunnghh fucck!! p-pleashh pleaash pleeaasshee♡︎!! ungh!! guuunnhg♥︎♥︎! p-pretty pleaaseee♡︎?" gallagher whines helplessly, stuffing his flushed face into the crook of your neck as his movements become more sloppy and frantic. he was so close to cumming already, it was just so cute to see how easily someone who is apparently always in control to crumble over with just a little bit of thigh riding. and some sprinkle of magic added to the mix.

in an attempt to muffle his loud moans and stuttering of his breath, he hastily lowers the collar of your own button down shirt just a little bit more. just enough so he could bite down over the old, healing bite mark of his so he could attempt to muffle his pathetic noises. you only coo out in a mocking tone, calling him by that nickname again as you tug on his nipple through his shirt as debouched cries of your name falls from his lips over and over like a mantra. gallagher sounded like one of those old, broken down radios that only replay a single song that sometimes is in the bar.

with a final thrust and a meek little bounce on your thigh, gallagher releases into his clothes. the magenta red hue of his pants turning a darker shade as his cum pools into the materials of his pants, staining it as some of the translucent liquid drips down onto your pants. you could just wash them out later.

"done with your little show, puppy?" you ask, the hand on his hip squeezing a bit to snap him out of his hazy mind. instead, you got a shake of his head, his stubble lightly tickling the skin of your neck in the process.

"wan' more... wan' you♥︎" he mumbles, delirious and drooling, as he humps his still hard cock against your crotch, indicating what he craved so desperately. maybe next time you should check the dosage you put into his drink if he's gonna be drugged this heavily by such a small amount.

[fluffy-ami]

Omg okay so I've just gotten into HSR and I'm obsessed with your Lee Sampo drawings like.... he is just SUCH a tickle-able character with his goofy personality and his schemes. And the waist windows in his clothes??? Come ON. That man NEEDS to be wrecked. His laugh would be so sweet and silly I just know it -🍬

w.hat. have you done. 🪦 what have you doneeee 🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦 my gay little hand slipped once again, because or you- 🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻

i can't stand the fact that i love this mf

[jalluzas-ferney]

Hi! @savemyboycole !! This is a present I worked very hard on last night just for you 🫵🏼🗣️serving as a welcome gift to your arrival to tumblr •w•!

I didn’t really know you until people here on tumblr began talking about you :0 I heard your a massive Cole fan and a huge lostshipping supporter! At least that’s what my friends have told me 😅

Hearing of your hard work for preserving Cole’s masculinity is very inspiring‼️ I find that part of him very important and essential to his overall character and as a symbol of males :D🐻

That is why I highly agree with the values you portray online! So I decided to make you a gift for you contributions to the Ninjago community❤️❤️

And because you love lostshipping, which makes sense considering how much Cole’s identity as a male matters to you and how :

male+male= double male

I made you this! I hope you like it 🫶🏼🫶🏼 (I pulled an all nighter for this so I DO really hope you enjoy it 😔😕😕)

Can we please become mutuals?! I really admire you!! And together, we can make sure to save Cole from heterosexuality!!! We can message the writers together as a team and make sure Cole never kisses a girl ever! So he doesn’t get girly and become a sissy or smth 😨

From a gay person to another gay person, I really admire you….<3

[canichangemyblogname]

I'm convinced that they must think gay and bi men don't watch TV or something. Why would there be faggots watching their own representation when M/M relationships are for the "girlies"? **

The fact so many of us also liked Michael and David despite the fact they hardly had any scenes at all (because they were both secondary characters) must also be indicative of our nasty, disgusting sexual feelings for men, right? It certainly couldn't be the more logical conclusion: we're queer and support actualized queer representation.

Buck and Tommy's relationship was literally canon. Your argument depends on the assumption that it never was. People will enjoy a canon, on-screen relationship like all the other on-screen relationships over the years. Why do you 🫵 hold a different energy for this relationship than others? (Hint: they can't get hot to it like if it was Buck & Eddie.) Are you going to include all the members of the GA who thought Buck x Tommy was "sweet" among us nasty, disgusting fetishizerrs? They *also* liked Buck x Tommy despite their lack of screen time. Will you hold the same energy for them, or is it only *us*--mostly queer men-- who have these nasty sexual feelings for men?

Why do you hold a different standard for enjoying a canon m/m relationship than any other canon relationship on the show? I find Chim x Maddie a compelling and sweet relationship. I will tune in just to see Angela Bassett and Peter Krause act opposite each other. I was rooting for Eddie x Anna as well as Eddie x Marisol. I also enjoyed Buck x Abby, Buck x Ali, Buck x Taylor, and Buck x Natalia, all of Buck's other canon relationships. Does any of this mean I fetishize straight relationships? By your logic, enjoyment of a canon relationship-- especially one with few scenes together, like Buck x Ali or Buck x Natalia-- is indicative of a fetish, so I should, no? But you wouldn't make that argument. You haven't made that argument. Why?

Why is it that enjoying seeing a m/f relationship on screen is conventional or usual, but enjoying seeing a m/m relationship on screen is an abnormal sexual fixation? Why is the enjoyment of an m/m relationship different than the enjoyment of any of Buck's other canon relationships? Why are the people who have enjoyed the show's queer m/m representation the people with "bad" sexual thoughts? But enjoying all of Buck's other canon relationships is simply just enjoying the show for the show? You get how this paints queerness as an abnormal sexual proclivity and "straightness" as something that is just "part of the narrative"™️, right?

This is also really ironic for someone with "loves SPN" in their URL...

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**(NOTE: I have genuinely seen this subset of Superfan argue that m/m stories "center" women and that slash is by and for women for women's sexual satisfaction and liberation. And I'd like to think that I should not have to point out how this mentality means that fandom is built not only on queer men's eroticized bodies but also on their exclusion. In fact, it would not exist and could not continue to exist without our invisibility and exclusion. Because slash-fiction oft requires the fan to ignore the lived reality of the people-- queer men-- they are depicting for the fiction and to cater to the satisfactions of their audience. When queer men come in and say, "Well, actually, we don't do that--" it ruins a fantasy. Sometimes, it's the fantasy that they create for the "representation," as opposed to personal and audience satisfaction. Sometimes, it's the fantasy that they are creating accurate depictions of queer men. Sometimes, it's the fantasy that m/m sex and relationships cater to them and their desires and personal ideas of what is "hot." To thus continue to reproduce the community and maintain the fandom status quo-- like all those fan canons people treat as canon-- they must push out the detractors and people who challenge popular fanon, which is often queer men. How do you do that? Hostility and homophobia. Slash-fiction communities cannot continue if there are a wealth of queer men in them. Because their intended audience and creators are non-men. Because the genre was created on queer men's exclusion and only possible in the first place due to queeer men's invisibility.)

[geniemillies]

i hab new years present!! i will make proper one i swear but i can only make this with my tiny phone screen and shaking hands. happy new year to u 🫵 pretty person :D 🎉 ily 🫶🫶

do u like it i work very hard on these gay faeries 😔❤

[moviemandyy]

They’re pointing at a gay person 🫵

[the-uninformed-zennial]

Bound SMP Characters Coded as TMA Fears:

(I think @sniffingstarss already did one of these here, so you should go check that post out. But here are my personal thoughts because I have a returned hyperfixation and a new character and I need to get them ouuuut)

Armor: The Flesh

He literally got turned from bird to lizard. Idk what you want from me.

Ashril: (redacted)

Teehee

Ava: The Desolation

Something something traveling to find your long lost sibling figure and doing everything you can to protect them indicates you probably have a really strong fear of losing them… but also I just think Ava should get to burn things, for funsies.

Cosie: The Corruption

I feel like it fits cause of the sickness with her brother and (redacted).

Erin: The Stranger

Not knowing who you are?? Not remembering things you should?? Bestie, the stranger’s got you in a chokehold.

Gaverin: Darkness/the lonely

I think Gaverin’s fears lie at the intersection of the Dark and the Lonely. Being never fully seen, being never fully known, always just a pretty thing who is admired but not heard.

Marcel: The Buried

What’s worse for a guy who likes to travel around than being stuck in one place forever?

Mojave: The Eye

This little guy just wants to hear everyone’s stories and I’m sure that’s all

Pietro: The Slaughter

Okay so Pietro’s is specifically the Slaughter but in the sense of the attacker, not the victim. Just- the fear of being consumed by one’s own nature.

Rune: The Vast

A love of flying?? A fear of falling?? Welcome to the Vast my friend. (Plus it’s funny cause… yk… gay)

Sylph: The Stranger/The Lonely

There’s nothing lonelier than not even knowing who you are or where you came from. (Plus the whole changing last names thing, and the little conversation they had with Vast when the island fell during the race)

Talesin: The Spiral

🧍🫵 Michael Distortion 🌀

Vast: The Hunt/The End

He’s so afraid of turning from hunter to hunted. And he’s so worried that doing so will not only condemn her, but everyone else too.

Virgil: The Eye

Paranoid little motherfu- Heyyyy how’re the conspiracy theories going?



Anyway, these are not canon and absolutely just based on my own silly little observations so please take them with a grain of salt (and fight me about them, I wanna hear y’all’s thoughts).

But yeah!! I’m part of Bound SMP now! I’m so excited to get to share Mojave’s story with you all and I hope you guys will stay tuned for all of the exciting stuff we have in store for ya! 💕💕