#gaypeach

[ace-octo-pix]

gaypeaches and gay rage

[gildass]

I want to eat a juicy peach 🍑 • © Gildass (2022)

#maleart #instagay #gayart #gay #gayillustration #gaypeach #juicy #emoji #gayprocreate #georgiapeach #peach

[charliecoxbf]

Censored 'cause I don't show my butt to guys who haven't bought me dinner first #gay #gayman #aftershowerselfie #postshowerselfie #gaybutt #peach #gaybeard #gaypeach #snapchat #gaysnapchat #peachy #peachy🍑

[darkshrimpemotions]

I rest my case. 😌

[clitcheese]

if you’re transfem be careful about gaypeachs. tw for transmisogyny

(their former urls are birobotic, aromasterchief, transkrem, bimonsters, zemyatta and robotcas)

don’t go and harass them, this is just a warning to people they’ve given off a lot of red flags and generally dismissed transmisogyny

made a post trying to reappropriate the idea of terfs to create the spectre of “Terfs 2.0″: “women and fem aligned NBs” who support trans women but are oppressive to trans men and masc NBs.

convinced that any transmisoginistic reading of their post was putting words in their mouth even after they admitted their post was vague and unclear

blocked me and @anarchotransfem and claimed they were being abusive, again just for asking them to clarify the meaning in their poorly worded post

whatever the hell happened in this reply they sent immediately after they blocked me, claiming that transfems being concerned about transmisogyny in their post was a purposeful attack on their mental health, that this was a concerted effort to gang up on them. it’s basically textbook “how not to react” after people tell you that you’ve fucked up.

generally going out of their way to absolve themself of any possible transmisogyny in their post, acting as if any concern of transmisogyny on their part is us being manipulative, oversensitive and out to get them. which is, surprise, transmisogyny.

even after the original post got clarified, they seem to genuinely think fem aligned NBs are oppressing masc aligned NBs on the basis of masculine alignment, which is, convoluted to say the least

and from their archives, this post about how trans men actually can’t have male privilege

a second post saying trans men can not have male privilege

another post where they’re doing the same thing, as well as acting like they’re an expert on transmisogyny

this post where they define misogyny as the oppression of dfab people

while a lot of their posts about how trans men’s access to male privilege is highly conditional is stuff i agree with, it does start to give a bad impression when coupled with; their dismissal of transmisogyny, their near constant assertion that cis women are their main oppressor on the basis of gender (cis women specifically rather than cis people generally), and their assertions that cis women and trans men have identical experiences of misogyny. basically, it starts to look like the common truscum assertion that trans masc people can’t possibly hold power over trans women (and the corollary, that trans women who talk about transmisogyny are misandrists). they outright claim “trans people have no power” in reference to trans men having no social power for being men.

tbh i don’t think they’re even aware that what they’re saying could have these implications, and by no means do i think they’re actually a truscum or absorbing any truscum rhetoric. please don’t harass them, this is just to get the word out to other people not to interact with them concerning transmisogyny, because it looks pretty futile and i don’t want any more transfems to have to deal with their childlike behavior.

the rest of this horrible interaction and related screenshots under the cut

[fatcartes]

💣 @elliotmeeten⁠ ⁠ #fatcartes #yummyzine #gaymagazine #gayphotography #smiggi #hotguysofinstagram #gaynoods #gaypeach #gaycakes — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/W1swrL7

[bottleofspilledink]

God’s Watching, Put on a Show || Chapter XIV

It seemed shame and guilt were now constants in her life, far more fervent and unrelenting than it was before; the things Eve did that night were things she would have to take to her grave.

She lay on her stomach, mere inches away from the door, using the little light that seeped in from the hall to read. By no means was it ideal, but she’d take what she could get. Better to have sore limbs than an angry mother discovering her reading (and a gay book, no less!) if she goes to check why the lights are still on.

The book – she considered it a diary for a good while based on formatting, but she couldn’t call it that anymore, not after what was in it – was finished in a single, somewhat uncomfortable sitting. Despite of all the questionable morals and queer subject matter, she practically gobbled it up, forgoing sleep, near unblinking in her pursuit to find out what happens next.

What she was more ashamed of, though, was the fact that Lilith’s note never did leave her hand, always cradled in her palm, her fingers tracing over the letters absentmindedly, thumb dancing over the corners. It stayed in her grasp long after she hid the book away. She pressed it to her chest, feeling the constant pitter-patter of her heart just beneath the paper, just beneath her clothing, just beneath her flesh, just beneath her ribs.

It beat. No matter how hard she willed it to stop. It beat for Lilith.

With love, from Lilith.

She longed to press her lips to the letter, where Lilith’s hands once were. What did Lilith think of while writing this for her? Of all the words she could have used, of all the things she could’ve written…

With love.

Her mind spun a fantasy from memories of them, earlier and yesterday and the day before that, from the brief period of them knowing each other, a mixture of yearning and delusion and of darkness, making her hope and wish, no matter how wrong it may be, that the dot just after Lilith’s name was a heart. It looked like a heart, if you squinted at the top. It could have been a heart. She’d scribbled things in the margins of her notebooks and knew that sometimes ink bleed, and what should have been a tiny heart became a mere dot. The thick, dark pentel pen obscured Lilith’s intent from her.

Love.

Eve wanted it to be a heart. She wanted so much more than that, though. She wanted to kiss the letter. She wanted to kiss Lilith.

Even thinking that, a silent confession in the confines of her mind, made everything hurt. A karmic punishment (or so she thought). It made her chest ache and clench, her breath quicken, her palms sweat.

The crucifix dangled overhead, a reminder of her sin, her greed, the promise of heaven the threat of hell. Eve should not want. To want is to sin. And yet, she did.

Her eyes drifted from the letter for the first time in hours.

It scared her, that crucifix and all that it meant.

But it did nothing to stop her want.

She pulled the covers over her, hiding from horrified parents, from disgusted friends, from an unjust world, from a cruel God. It wasn’t the same as when she cocooned herself in Lilith’s embrace, wasn’t the same as when she buried her face in the crook of Lilith’s neck. It didn’t even come close. But she would have to make do.

Under her quilt, she sighed. Relief. But not only that. In that breath was longing and sorrow and love. Oh, so much love. How could a single breath contain it all? Her fingers trembled. Even under the cover of darkness, her chest ached. Whether it was the tender ache of love or that of fear gripping her didn’t matter. Could she tell the difference at this point?

She held the paper gingerly and, at long last, pressed her lips to the letter, to Lilith’s name, to the small dot she still wanted to be a heart. Her actions were soft, gentle, careful as to not crumple the note. And again, lips grazing over the letter smoothly.

One of her hands let go of the paper, moving down, rustling the soft fabric of her nightgown as it passed her stomach and went lower still.

Her fingers twitched. Hesitance.

Then a sigh, barely heard through the sounds of frantically shifting fabric.

Another soft kiss to the paper. A stifled gasp.

It was sunrise by the time she poked her head out of the covers, panting.

 ...

Eve sat next to Lilith in homeroom, silent despite the hustle and bustle of the room; most girls having gotten up to talk to each other and compare clubs while it wasn’t too late to switch.

She could feel it, even now, her bathwater scalding like hellfire, pelting down on her skin as harsh as hail. Her fingers were still pruney from the long shower. The flush of her irritated skin hadn’t gone down by much, either, though she couldn’t tell if it was from the heat of her shower or the lingering shame. Her thighs burned something fierce, a mixture of near-boiling water and constant, repentant scrubbing.

A self-inflicted punishment.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” She whispered.

Eve didn’t really think she had the right to judge the other for stealing the books, especially after what she’d done, but cruel and horrible as it was both to her and Lilith, chastising another would make her feel better.

If only marginally.

Lilith didn’t even respond, a mere eyebrow raise her only answer.

A dare to continue? A display of anger, annoyance?

She couldn’t tell.

Still, she went on.

“It was library property. You can’t just take a book out of the library without borrowing it, that’s stealing.”

Nothing she said made the burning stop. It was as if hell itself had come to make a home within her, a now dirty, violated temple of the lord. The shame didn’t fade and the guilt still sat deep in her chest, her stomach. She’d scoop it out if she could.

Wasn’t that a pretty image? Her hands deep in her ribs, black sludge flowing freely from her innards, its source unknown by anyone but God. Her sin coming to a physical fruition via the dark liquid rising in her throat, spewing out gruesomely, grotesquely. Maybe it would choke her. Or maybe she would just explode.

“Why’d you take the book?”

Lilith’s expression finally morphed from what she thought was a questioning passiveness to a sad smile. It wasn’t like her other smiles, but just like before, it was like the girl knew something she didn’t.

“So I could give it to you.”

She felt like crying again, a frustrated, incredulous sob rising in her throat. Even after everything she’d already seen, after everything that had already happened, she could hardly comprehend Lilith’s words.

Sensing this, Lilith spoke again: “I did it for you.”

It was said so simply, so easily, despite the weight it held, like an anvil turned feather, but not quite; the weight was there, mind you, but Lilith was all too happy to carry it.

“And it’s not stealing,” She argued, shrugging, “it didn’t have the sticker so it wasn’t in the system. Nobody besides you even knew it was there.”

“Still.”

A second passed. It was neither tense or relaxed, more expectant than anything else, Lilith knowing she was going to say something more.

“The note…”

Said item sat squarely in her skirt pocket, folded and protected by her embroidered handkerchief. She tried leaving it at home. It had been slid under the base of her antique lamp before she rose and showered. But the fear of it being discovered lingered, leading her to pocket it before leaving.

That wasn’t the only reason she couldn’t leave it behind, though.

For barely underneath the fear was longing, a longing to be close to the note, to hold it to her. Even now, her fingers twitched, aching to palm it under the table, just out of view.

“What about it?”

Thoughts of the dot echoed in her mind and she vaguely pondered whether confirming Lilith’s intent was worth seeming utterly delusional.

“Did you… mean that?”

“Mean what?”

It could’ve been anything, the answer to that question. Just yesterday when Lilith said it was going to be okay. When she said taking care of someone wasn’t tiring, not when it was her. The time Lilith deserved someone better than a man who only cared for her looks. The note, the thing she was actually here to ask about.

“Love.” Her only answer; the only word brave enough to dare go past her lips, the only one she could form despite the near-overwhelming myriad of possible replies.

She didn’t even know if it would be enough.

“Eve,” Lilith smiled again, tender and filled with what could only be… “When have I ever lied to you?”

And it was.

For the both of them, it was enough.

____________________

AAAAAAAAA HELLO!! YES THIS CHAPTER IS SHORT AT ONLY 1500+ WORDS BUT ALSO THIS WAS A REALLY GOOD PLACE TO END IT SO I’M SORRY ;--;

Taglist: @atahensic @anomiewrites @leahstypewriter @madame-ree @melpomenismask @littlemisscalamity @phillyinthebathroom @gaypeaches @extrabitterbrain @pirateofblood @i-wanna-be-a-rock

As a little side note tho, CHRISTMAS BREAK STARTS SOON!! I’m an atheist so I don’t actually celebrate it tho since I live with my very Catholic family who doesn’t know I’m an atheist i also sorta do,,,,, bUT THAT’S NOT WHAT THIS IS ABOUT!!!! I’m telling y’all about the break mostly because it starts on the sixteenth of December and ends two of January which is like,,,,,,, a lot of time to write so please stay tuned for that 💛

(Might drop a chapter on the twenty-fifth,, just for shits and giggles :P)

[pynchfic]

Hello! You guys are great and your blog is so nicely organized! So I was wondering if you guys (or any of your followers) downloaded "roses on the countertops and flour in our hair" and would be willing to share? It was by a user called "gaypeach" but they deleted their AO3 account. Thanks for your blog even if there isn't a copy around! ^-^

Hi! I’ve tried looking for this, and couldn’t find it anywhere, even on the wayback machine.

If anyone out there has a copy of this fic, please let us know!

-Hilary

[madam-melon-meow]

@gaypeachs @straightboyfriend mood

[aftgficlibrary]

Superpowers

The Fall by aflyingcoffeebean (M | Incomplete | 7/?)

“People often fear those with powers,” Neil stated blandly, his nails digging into the wood of the table. Yes, Andrew was well aware of how powers could be feared, but he was also aware of how that fear could be used to his advantage. “Maybe they should.” He shrugged. Aka, the antihero au no one asked for or needed.

/Graphic Depictions Of Violence 

Heal Me and Let Me Live by Whichie (G | 2,960 | 1/1)

Neil could see Andrew out of the corner of his eye barreling towards them, but he was too late. Riko’s racquet hit the side of Neil’s head and the resounding crack that went through the court silenced everything. Neil registered a blinding pain before everything went dark. He was sprawled on the floor, head bent at an unnatural angle and the side of his face broken and bleeding. Everyone was staring, hardly breathing, until Andrew reached Riko and shattered his arm with his own racquet.

Neil was dead.

(or the au where everything is the same but the Foxes have cool powers)

/Major Character Death

Numb My Skin by Aleekae (Not Rated | 30,258 | 14/?)

“I’m from a school that specializes in teaching kids with certain… gifts,” the stranger said, motioning to Neil with the thin file he held in his hand.

It sounded rehearsed, and the gruff voice he used didn’t help to calm Neil. He was found out, he wasn’t being careful enough. He could almost feel his mother’s hands gripping his hair and thrashing him about, beating him for being an idiot. He should’ve used a lighter, he knew better. His fingers grazed his jeans pocket where he kept his fake driver’s license, a packet of cigarettes, and a pillbox.

(A Foxhole Court X-Men AU)

/Rape/Non-Con /Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Find Me and Set Me Free by Whichie (Not Rated | 2,847 | 1/1)

“What the fuck, Josten.”

“Don’t,” Neil said. He was so tired, and he wanted those blank eyes off of him and all his bandages now, he couldn’t take it much longer.

“Don’t what?” Andrew growled, and this was something Neil could handle. He was used to anger. “Look at you, you could hardly move. I’m supposed to just drop it?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck that.”

~

Neil has a secret that really shouldn’t be a secret, seeing as how sixty percent of the population is just like him, but years of being on the run and new traumas don’t make opening up any easier. Especially coming back from his stay at the Nest.

(or the prequel to HMLML that digs deeper into Neil’s past)

God Help the Outcasts by Shell_Writes (Not Rated | Incomplete | 4/?)

Neil tries to do his job as the best powers journalist in Columbia when King Nightmare and his Ravens start their latest attack on the city, but as always superhero team Outcast are there to stop them. Neil just wants to do his job but he gets mixed up in their battles, and finds out more than he bargained for. What do you do when the only life you knew goes upside down?

Feel Something by Neversacrificeanything (M | 17,347 | 4/?)

What happens if Renee and Andrew were both adopted by Stephanie Walker? Growing up as siblings and learning how to survive the world together.

—

Instead of Aaron, Andrew makes his first deal with Renee.

Issues by SpookyMiscreant (Not Rated | Incomplete | 7/?)

I suck at summaries, but it’s basically: Mutants!au where everyone is bad ass, but was too scared and to unexperienced to save themselves from their childhood traumas. Wymack runs a boarding school for mutants trying to hide from society and from war. (So no, not X-Men actively not X-Men) The ravens aren’t a different team they are a weird group of bullies at a different branch school (they still act the same as canon) This story is on a semi-permanent hiatus.

run, rabbit. by gaypeach (T | Incomplete | 3,961)

reap what you sow or burn the field down (everything’s the same except everyone has superpowers)

/Graphic Depictions Of Violence /Major Character Death

Heal Me and Let Me Live by Whichie (G | 2,960 | 1/1)

Neil could see Andrew out of the corner of his eye barreling towards them, but he was too late. Riko’s racquet hit the side of Neil’s head and the resounding crack that went through the court silenced everything. Neil registered a blinding pain before everything went dark. He was sprawled on the floor, head bent at an unnatural angle and the side of his face broken and bleeding. Everyone was staring, hardly breathing, until Andrew reached Riko and shattered his arm with his own racquet.

Neil was dead.

(or the au where everything is the same but the Foxes have cool powers)

/Major Character Death (temporary)

Struck by Lightning by kickfoxing for reneewvlkers (G | 1,973 | 1/1)

The foxes are on a hike in the woods when something goes amiss. What will happen when a sudden change of weather changes their lives for good?

a heart repeating, beating by jeremyknox (T | 1,785 | 1/1)

When he was a child, powers never seemed like magic to Neil. He could see them on the television, read about them in books, at best see people using them from a distance, like the telekinetic woman at the park. But any closer and there’d be no powers.

[grumpydex]

the post about needing glasses being a disability is from gaypeachs, a racist, misogynist, pedophile apologist

oh shit, i didnt know-- deletedpedophilia tw // (On mobile)

[tooiconic]

Well 5 seconds on their profile and gaypeachs is ‘aro bi’ and ‘polyam’ so a romantic but polyamourous? I think they like all these labels (also they are they/them) and: yeah I agree with you 100% on their post just wanted to see their blog and understood from that

[ao3feed-trc]

roses on the countertops and flour in our hair

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2gmC49g

by gaypeach

adam parrish works part-time at a bakery run by psychics and is always saving tarts for the little girl who sneaks with their regular in during his lunch break

ronan lynch works full-time at a flower shop next to the weirdest bakery ever and he might be falling in love with the boy who sneaks opal tarts when he thinks ronan isn't looking

and technically, this is all gansey's fault.

Words: 4293, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Adam Parrish, Ronan Lynch, Henry Cheng, Blue Sargent, Richard Gansey III, Noah Czerny, Orphan Girl | Opal, Maura Sargent, Persephone Poldma, Calla Lily Johnson, Orla (Raven Cycle), Matthew Lynch, Declan Lynch

Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish, Adam Parrish & Blue Sargent, Richard Gansey III & Ronan Lynch, background Sarchengsey - Relationship

Additional Tags: Ronan Lynch Loves Adam Parrish, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, flowershop/bakery au, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Ronan Lynch is Bad at Feelings, Adam Parrish Loves Ronan Lynch

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2gmC49g

[redendings]

Im active on twitter if you wanna follow me @ gaypeachs

[aftgficlibrary]

Coffee Shop&Cafe

The smell of coffee and respecting boundaries. Love it.

Only Fools by KazBrekker_morelike_KazWrecker (E | 19,833 | 20/20)

A flower shop/coffee shop AU that no one asked for but appeared in my brain and had to get out. Neil never played Exy and never met the Foxes at PSU, but his story with his father remains the same. Neil doesn't like people much but neither does Andrew and everyone knows coffee brings people together

I'm Young and In Love by elenawrites (T | 1,942 | 1/1)

Allison's pining over the cute girl at the coffee shop. Dan finds it hilarious. Renee notices everything. For reneewalkerx for the tfcfemslashnet exchange, title from Lana Del Rey's 'Love'.

The Smell Of Honey by lilaliacs (T | 11, 601 | 4/4)

Martha's was a cozy little coffee shop that always smelled of honey, lilacs and something that couldn't be described as anything less than home. And that's what it was to Jeremy, who had spent his childhood sat on a stool at the tiny bar, coloring in the patterns of the menus, or watching his mother creating the most beautiful cakes and pastries that he had ever seen.

The place was filled with good memories and everyone who came in could sense the atmosphere of peace that seemed to fill the soft light falling in through lacy curtains at any time of day. In fact, multiple patrons had stated that they came in for exactly this, for a break from their everyday stress, to just grab a coffee and absorb whatever magic the smell of Martha's cakes emitted and it was something Jeremy's mother was very proud of. It was also something Jeremy was very proud of, and the reason for him to put his all in making the customers' time there worthwhile. He never thought that one day, doing that would be a challenge. (AU in which everything is the same only that Jeremy isnt captain of the trojans but works in his mom's coffeeshop instead)

I Want You To by minyrrds (T | 21,385 | 8/8)

The Foxhole was a hole in the wall, quite literally. It was painted a muted orange with a series of white paw marks trailing across the wall that glowed under the pale yellow lighting of the café, with a small curled up fox painted right up against the counter. The sign said open, and the lights were on (well some of them were), but there was not a soul else in the café. The chairs were still stacked on the tables, and the register appeared to be turned off. Neil checked his watch, it read 5:26, and he figured he would have to get moving soon to keep to his schedule (even though there was nothing that required him to keep that schedule), coffee cart coffee wasn’t terrible (only it was), and maybe Renee had messed up and meant to tell him a later time (even though he had gotten his hopes up for halfway decent coffee entering his life).

(A fake dating coffee shop au blend!)

Stayin' Up Til We See The Sun by minyrrds (T | 5,184 | 5/5)

It's hard, figuring out a relationship when neither Neil nor Andrew wants to deal with their own problems, but here they are, trying to figure things out anyway.

(a coffee shop, no-longer-fake-dating au!)

you are what you love, not who loves you by gaypeach (G | Incomplete | 1/?)

andrew doesn't even drink coffee. yet he finds himself at a coffee shop with the tackiest orange and white paint in the history of paint.

the neon signs read "the foxes' den" with a trail of pawprints flashing in a pattern that made it seem like they were walking away from whoever was reading the sign.

andrew debates between entering or ending his life right then and there.

(he opens the door anyways)

/Graphic Depictions Of Violence

to know a man by moonix (M | 47,928 | 8/8)

In which the Foxes all work at a coffee shop run by Wymack, Neil is their newest recruit with a dark past, Andrew is obvious, Neil is oblivious, and everyone ships it apart from Aaron, who just wants to study in peace. With guest appearance by a stuffed jellyfish called Josephine.

The Girl with the Dyed Tips by reecesronan (Not Rated | 2,821 | 1/1)

Allison works at a small coffee shop downtown and she has a crush on one of their regulars - the girl with the dyed tips.

Tastes Like Damnation by deathanddestruction (Not Rated | Incomplete | 8/?)

Kevin Day didn’t like his job at the local coffee shop. He didn’t particularly hate it either, but he could count the number of reasons why on one hand and still have extra fingers. One - the hours left him plenty of time for exy. Two - the discounts. Three - a certain customer named Andrew Minyard.

weight of it all by azneara (G | 2,534 | 1/1)

the first time Andrew meets Neil he is not Neil. he has black hair and his eyes are green and his name is lost to the rumble of chatter in the coffee shop.

the boy with the ever changing face and the boy with the face that never changes have nothing in common. except they do.

ink over flowers by stardusting (Not Rated | Incomplete | 1/?)

there's a flower shop opening up across the street and that shouldn't change anything. it really shouldn't, but maybe it does.

sky blue sky by jaylocked (T | 3,709 | 1/1)

Neil collects the cup a moment later, almost absently, as he thinks back to the nightmare that had started his day. He takes a sip, planning to turn away, and is almost assaulted by the sheer quantity of sugar in his drink. Who knew coffee could taste that sweet? It’s disgusting.

Neil looks back to Andrew, who is once more leveling a blank gaze at him, hazel eyes deeply unimpressed. Neil quirks an eyebrow, confused. It’s definitely not worth it to say anything. After all, it’s been engrained in him not to draw attention to himself, to order whatever is blandest and least interesting, to get in and out best he can.

He can feel the weight of Andrew’s gaze on his back as he leaves the cafe, but he tries to ignore it.

start a war by jaylocked (T | 3,213 | 1/1)

Andrew pretends that it’s out of spite that he pours a ridiculous amount of sugar into the drink. He pretends that he’s not disappointed at the lack of reaction when the boy merely raises an eyebrow at Andrew before leaving the shop. He pretends that he doesn’t think about the mystery boy later, trying to decode his careful movements and haunted eyes.

(He’s never been good at pretending, no matter how unreadable the rest of the world finds him.)

i would rather look at you (than all the portraits in the world) by BurningFairytales   (G | 1,814 | 1/1)

Jeremy smiles as he slides the cup closer to him and hands him the receipt. That smile, Jean notes distractedly, makes his eyes appear brighter.

(On the backside of that receipt, written in neat handwriting, is the word ‘Cariño.' )

Give It a Try or Give It Up by Anathennadevice  (G | 534 | 1/1)

Anonymous said: Neil and Allison being great friends?

Neil has so many BFFs, but Lord knows he needs them.