#having a full on gay crisis

[love-laugh-daydreamarevolt]

The biggest victim of red white and royal blue is poor Liam

[casdeans-pie]

The first time Castiel heard the phrase to 'kiss something better' he thought it sounded like a ridiculous notion.

How could a kiss heal a wound? Kisses held no magic. No power.

But Castiel found the phrase drifting back to him while he looked at Dean, hissing with pain as he wiped blood away from his grazed skin.

(Dean insisted on wearing jeans with useless intentional rips on the knees, so it felt inevitable that he would eventually scuff the skin there.) (Castiel had even told him so.) (Dean had told him to stop being such a nag.)

Strange how Castiel knew that there were no mystical properties to a kiss, and yet now it was all he could think about. He could sink to his knees and place his lips directly over the wound, letting his grace knit the flesh below. Or... he could grab a fistful of Dean's flannel and crush his lips to Castiel's own, walking them backwards until they hit the wall, bodies lined up, grace pouring in through their joined lips to thread down Dean's body to the injury and-

"Hey, Cas? You okay there, buddy?" Dean said, snapping Castiel out of his thoughts. His lips pulled up into a playful grin that actively grew as Castiel huffed and narrowed his eyes. "Y'kinda giving me a look like you might smite me or eat me."

"Your jeans are impractical," Castiel snapped in a deep rumble. He prodded Dean in the forehead with two fingertips - felt his grace seal the injury instantly - and disappeared with a hard flap of wings.

[javelinbk]

Paul McCartney doesn’t stroke hands with guys: a study

[bri-cheeses]

Okay. Um. Hear me out. Just hear me out on this, okay?

So.

Evan needing glasses to see and stuff. Except he doesn’t like glasses, so he just wears contacts all the time. And no one has ever seen him in his glasses, because he quite simply never wears them.

But there’s a day in fifth year when Evan’s just completely worn out (because fifth year’s workload is, in one word, brutal), so he decides to go to bed early. Barty and Regulus aren’t in the dorm because of how early it is, which means that they’re doing other things. And Evan gets ready for bed, and takes his contacts out and everything, and then realizes that he has a test tomorrow that he hasn’t studied for.

And so he reluctantly gets back up to grab his books and notes, but he doesn’t feel like taking the time to put contacts in, especially since he’s not even going anywhere. So he puts on his glasses instead. And Evan’s just sitting on his bed, shirt off and plaid pajama pants on, wearing his glasses and not realizing how good he looks.

And then Barty walks in, not expecting Evan to be awake (because Evan had told him and Reg that he was going to bed earlier than usual) and certainly not expecting Evan to be looking like that. And there’s this awkward moment when Evan looks up to see who’s entered, and Barty’s just standing there with his mouth slightly open and he is positively ogling Evan. And Evan is confused, because why does Barty look like he’s just forgotten the entirety of the English language?

And so he ventures a casual “…Barty?”

And Barty shakes his head a little bit, closing and opening his mouth a few times before managing a choked, “When did you get glasses?”

And Evan frowns, saying, “I’ve always had glasses, I just usually wear my contacts.”

And Barty nods distractedly, squeaking out a “Right” before walking straight to the bathroom and closing the door abruptly.

Barty re-emerges about thirty seconds later, not saying a word to Evan as he walks straight back out of the dorm.

And Evan shakes his head, thinks, Well, that was weird, and just goes back to studying for his test.

[h3artstopp3robs3ss3d]

Nick Nelson 🖤

[elilelibeli]

slight nsfw: Reg just has some filthy realizations about James

Sirius nagged and nagged “Regulus you have to hang out with my friends” and “Reggie come out with us” and “go with us to the party” and the answer was always an eye roll and a firm no, until Sirius put his foot down (he literally physically thumped his foot like a toddler) and forced Regulus to go with him to the lake.

This is how Regulus found himself on a big rock, under the sun surrounded by trees on a warm Saturday afternoon. It started with fishing, he obviously did not participate (he would rather die than touch those sluggy bait warms thank you very much) but Sirius and his usually very, very loud friends kept quiet to not scare the fish away so at least that was a nice start of the day.

Fishing lasted all morning until it was unbearable to stay under the sun without evaporating, so James declared that section of the day done and quickly jumped into the lake. Soon enough boys all joined James in the water and the quiet portion of the day was unfortunately done. There was lots of splashing, lots of yelling, jumping and water wrestling after that.

Regulus continued to bask under the sun, switching from listening to music, reading or sketching in his notebook. He only went under water when boys went to try jumping from the further away cliff. The nap after cooling down at the lake was one of the more incredible ones Regulus had taken, so he wasn’t too happy with being woken up.

The boys had returned and brought all the buzzing noise with them, laughing while rustling through the picnic baskets and bags.

When Regulus opened his eyes he saw James with a plate full of fruit between his legs. James was laughing at Peter and Sirius trying to find something in the bag, until he grabbed a peach and took a bite.

Now Regulus had seen art, he had visited world’s best museums, he had been to galleries, exhibitions. He had seen ballets, operas, performances. He had seen them all but what he was seeing now was beyond any artistic ability to express.

Biting of a fruit shouldn’t have been as beautiful, it was something so ordinary something everyone did, however the way James’s fingers curved around that peach or how his lips plumped around the fruit was so far from the ordinary it would be a disrespect to hang it even in the Louvre.

Regulus had also seen porn, he had read it too. Obscene descriptions, filthy scenes. He thought he had encountered the most lustfully attractive moments before, but the way the sweet, sticky drop of the perfectly ripe peach rolled down from James’s lips to his jaw was the most profane and knee buckling thing he had ever seen.

His eyes stuck on that drop, transfixed as he watched it slowly, oh so slowly travel down on James’s neck, slide from his collarbone to his nipple. Oh what wouldn’t Regulus give if he could just follow that drop with his tongue. Now, that was the path he would happily follow everyday. The drop was almost mocking him now, touching James everywhere Regulus realized he wanted to touch, his toned, beautifully, beautifully sun kissed stomach. And when the drop neared the line of James’s hips, at that divine curve Regulus’s stares became so intense James’s probably felt them burn holes through him and looked at Regulus.

“Hey Reggie want some?” He asked waving a peach with a big chunk bitten out of it and smiling that big shiny smile of his.

And Regulus did, oh how he wanted not just some but everything. The droplet of peach now forgotten but forever highlighting the desires of poor, breathtaken Regulus.

[wikitpowers]

kit: i’m doing a great job at keeping my crush a secret.

ty: [laughs adorably]

kit: i need to gay- i mean go.

idea taken from this post <3

[erased47]

[burnthatbridge]

illicit affairs

buddie | E | chapter 1 of 8(ish) | 3k | just a boy helping his boy bestie figure out gay sex, with a side of infidelity This is how it starts: Buck goes on a date with Tommy. How it goes from there, Eddie can't even begin to explain.

Chapter 1: born from just one single glance

It’s in the aftermath, when Bobby and Athena are safe and being checked over and the 118 plus family and friends is piled in the waiting room as usual — they all have their preferred chairs with how often they’re here — that Eddie’s unfocused mild interest in this new guy who his friends trust, turns to sharp notice. 

Eddie has to step away to call Carla, to let her know they got Athena and Bobby, to assure her that he’s fine, Buck’s fine, they’re all fine. And then he spares an extra moment to text Marisol because he knows she’ll see the news soon, if she hasn’t already, and will worry.

After, when he returns to the waiting room, Tommy’s in his seat. Eddie doesn’t really have a specific one he favors so much as he always takes one next to Buck. So, it follows that, Tommy is now sitting beside Buck. 

When Eddie left, Buck’d been pale-faced, and shaky in a way he wasn’t when Bobby was missing and he had a goal to focus on. Eddie hadn’t wanted to leave him, but it was Buck who’d said didn’t he need to call Carla? Let Chris know they’re okay?

Eddie pauses across the room and regards the scene before him. Tommy is leaned in, chatting to Buck, making wide, expressive gestures with his hands as he does. Buck’s still more grey than pink in the cheeks and one hand is clutching the arm of his chair, but he’s stopped picking at the patch of peeling paint he’s about tripled in size over their past handful of waiting room residences and there’s a hint of a smile curling the side of his mouth, which had been a grim line before, waiting for the doctor to report back on Bobby and Athena, waiting to be allowed to see them. 

“He’s in good hands.”

Eddie starts at Hen’s words. She appears from behind him carrying two paper cups of what Eddie understands from experience is the worst coffee known to man. He used to force it down because caffeine is caffeine, but he can’t anymore. It reminds him too much of the three minutes and seventeen seconds that were some of the worst of his life.

read on ao3

[bibibusinessman]

Holy shit, motherfucker, my lady Jane is amazing. I’m on episode 4. I’m so bisexual I’m in love with Jane and Guildford. Literally thirsting over them.

im having a proper full on bi crisis

[freetobeeyouandme]

S7 of the weewoo show more than ever

[eremin0109]

At this point if anyone asks Junmo what he feels about Gicheol, he'll just shoot them in the face and then blow his own brains off.

[mndvx]

sebastiancroft hes a #smoothie operator

[tipytap]

reminder this pride month that labels are tools to describe and discover yourself, not rigid cages you need to be stuck in ❤️

reminder that it is always okay to change what labels you use 🧡

reminder that it is always ok to not identify with a label at all 💛

reminder that it is not your job to police how other people identify based on abstract criteria 💚

reminder that you are under no obligation to tell anyone how you identify 💙

reminder that if you do change your labels or discover something new about yourself, you werent “wrong” for identifying how you did, you have simply grown and changed as a person 💜

happy pride month yall 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

[jonathanbyersphd]

Modern AU Mike taking a BuzzFeed "am I gay?" quiz

[lilythefirst819x]

Do what you will with this I was bored