#implied gay

[xxlady-lunaxx]

kny x bsd …?

[boonalina]

I just realized that Langa gave Reki a "love hug" in the finale.

It's like Reki got the toxic love hug from Ad*m in the beginning, and then got the true love hug from Langa in the end... I'm a genius...

[dollarsignc]

as promised, i give you apocalyptic alenoah art

cw: burn marks

fellas wyd when your bf’s leg gets burnt to a crisp🗣️

[livforlive]

okay tumblr i give you a bad chapter one while i work on the other chapters

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/60377377"><strong>Westview High School.</strong></a> (632 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/Cypher_Toast"><strong>Cypher_Toast</strong></a><br />Chapters: 1/1<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Agatha%20All%20Along%20(TV)">Agatha All Along (TV)</a><br />Rating: General Audiences<br />Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings<br />Relationships: Agatha Harkness/Rio Vidal<br />Characters: Lilia Calderu, Agatha Harkness, Teen (Agatha All Along), Rio Vidal, Jennifer Kale, Alice Gulliver<br />Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Y/n usage, No Romance, with teachers, lilia calderu has visions, everyone knows, Rio Vidal Loves Agatha Harkness, Agatha Harkness Loves Rio Vidal, One Shots kinda, not really - Freeform, i don’t know, for funies, Will update later, implied rio and agatha<br />Summary: <p>thank you tumblr</p>

[lucitumb1r]

The advisors begged him, to please act before this travesty could take place.

The people were happy with this time of peace, if this ruler was replaced with another by force, surely that would spell disaster for their current way of life, would it not?

Still the king did nothing.

The prince grew up lonely, there weren’t many people who wanted to associate with a presumed future killer. They weren’t hostile, it was neigh impossible to feel anything but pity and discomfort when they see his face.

The prince had one friend. A maid’s son who was born just a day later and couldn’t understand social cues, and simply thought he was lonely. Which he was.

They got along great. The meals were no longer so lonely, the night time not so scary, the people not so daunting and the future not so bleak. What a difference a single friend made.

The prince became more dedicated to his studies, more determined to show the world that he could be a good leader, a worthy king.

The current king did nothing but watch. There was no war between other countries and themselves, but the roads were busy, the houses were cold and the people were agitated. Projects were difficult to start when the king wasn’t there to set proper guidelines.

The king did nothing but watch.

The prince was working nonstop, surprising the teachers, tutors and maids, but not their friend.

People outside the castle were still short with him, untrusting without knowing the work he puts in every day. But he makes sure to play in the streets, having everyone see him and his best friend. He makes sure to help people where he can, knowing that they know he wouldn’t benefit from stealing. He’s not afraid to get his hands dirty, and even helps with bringing in the harvest before sudden rain can wash it away.

Slowly the people warm up to him, still with distance, silently eying the elusive date on which the king will perish.

At 15 years old, a person will become an adult. If the prince makes it to that age, then he’s not the fated child, and then they discriminated against royalty based on an assumption.

The birthday came, and no party was thrown, just like every year. After all, if the king gave no command, then nothing would happen.

The prince sat at the breakfast table, alone for the first time in years.

He was confused and hurt, where was his best friend? Did he abandon him too?

He looked all over the castle, but the boy was nowhere to be found. In past years they would celebrate their birthdays together.

But then he got to the royal chamber, a room he has never entered before. The guards that typically decorate the entrance are gone, the air is stale and his stomach hurts, almost like it’s missing the sweets from past years.

He opened the door, and found the guards.

He focused on the floor first, slowly letting his eyes explore the tiles and carpet, where he found the legs belonging to a guard, looking up he figured that the man wouldn’t be getting back to his post. His head was barely attached to his neck, his mouth wide open and his expression what must be the most relaxed fear a person can express. Blood coated the chest plate like it splattered everywhere, further confirmed when his shaking eyes roamed the rest of the room. The other guard appeared to be stuffed in a corner, as if they had been thrown there like a discarded doll. It wasn’t a comfortable pose. He dreads to open the door further, since he can only guess that’s where the bed is.

“F..Father?” He whimpers, tentatively moving forward, to see past the door.

His father lays in bed, dead. Knife in his heart.

But that’s not where his attention went, it went to his friend, his best friend. He’s sitting on the frame of the bed, leaning forward with a gleeful expression, his shirt splattered with blood.

“You’re finally here!” He shouts, a touch too loud as always, but this is the first time the prince flinches.

“What have you done..?” The prince doesn’t gesture, he makes no move at all. Frozen in place with terror for company.

“I’ve helped you! This is my present this year! I’ve freed you of your chains!” The boy announces.

“By committing treason?” He asks, desperate for anything else, any other explanation.

“By getting rid of this old man, who did nothing for this kingdom. Now you’ll rule, and you’ll rule! You’re awesome!”

The boy nearly fell backwards onto the bed with how he cheered.

The prince nearly fell ill from the sight.

The next few events went by fast.

A maid came in to change the sheets and saw the blood, her scream alerted more guards who then arrested his friend, who didn’t resist and only gushed about how good of a ruler the prince would be.

The prince was changed into more formal clothes and ushered outside to the balcony.

In what felt like minutes, but was probably a good hour or two, what appeared to be the entire kingdom had come to see the child responsible for the king’s death, and the subsequent decapitation.

His friend was panicking a little when he saw the chopping block, but the prince looked so pale he decided to cheer him up, asking him what his present tomorrow would be. He only seemed to get sicker at that.

So he thought of a new plan.

“Happy birthday to you,” He looked so panicked at that.

“Happy birthday to you,” The crowd wasn’t joining in, weirdly enough.

“Happy birthday dear kii-iingg!” The prince started to cry.

“Happy birthday tooooo” He put his head on the chopping block.

“Yo-“ The axe came down.

The king, after hearing the prophecy about a child fated to depose them, decided to just let the events play out without interfering.

[razberrypuck]

no bc ford and bill's falling out is so silly to me because its like. ford's obsession with bill was the closest to "religious" that he's ever tread, and that kind of betrayal was earth shattering and hurt ford in a way he had NEVER been hurt before, causing him to completely mentally and emotionally unravel. meanwhile bill is like "can we talk 🥺" as if he hasn't been using ford for years, and when it became clear ford hated his ass bill got so drunk he forgot his mom was dead. what an INSANE dynamic to establish 8 years after the show ended.

[sushiisiu]

Rewatch got me thinking of how she wouldve seen all the yap in there

[churroach]

Still figuring out how to paint feathers

[starscream-is-my-wife]

None of the Decepticons are surprised

(Edit: the vans are Ratchet and Ironhide they use the same Nissan Vanette mold in G1)

[yellowistheraddest]

are they wrong?????

no.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

sanemi had long ago decided not to make friends. to ignore everyone, act as hostile as possible. at one point, he met masachika. he managed to act as uninviting to him and yet, somehow, masachika was unbothered. it irritated sanemi. that, despite all his efforts, masachika still fussed at him, still cared for him, still brought him to his trainer’s home and allowed him a bed and some food. it would be easier to despise him if he wasn’t so goddamn kind. even with sanemi’s constant insistency that he was fine, that masachika could stop bothering with him, he wasn’t left alone. he tried hating it, he really did. but he found himself catching moments where he let himself slip, let a smile crack or allowed himself to be coddled by the boy. and the worst part? he didn’t mind it, after a while. he let himself feel the affection, let his injuries be treated as masachika talked happily to him. sometimes, when he was alone, he knew that this had to stop. that he had to leave one day, either of them would die eventually. that, no matter how kind masachika was, death made no exceptions. but even so, he couldn’t steel himself to go. he no longer wished that a mission would be his last. he relished the feeling. the knowledge that if he made it through the day alive, he could crawl back into his futon beside masachika. he could listen to him talk for hours, he could watch the expressions morph so quickly, gaze at those eyes that had once been filled full of concern all for sanemi. and something about being able to relive the little moments, if he only clung onto life just a bit longer, was so enticing. so he allowed himself to like it. to like being with masachika. just for a little longer.

[spottedgardeneelstan]

couldn’t be anything else

[pizzdotbiz]

fanart of one of my favorite videos ever:

[zinnie-zoloft]

I don’t think people acknowledge enough that Charles is canonically completely open to the possibility of loving Edwin back… like he just straight up admits it’s not out of the question he just needs time to figure it out and somehow people are still saying he’s never expressed any interest in Edwin romantically

[quietly-sleeping]

When he first started doing Liu Qingge's hair he didn't expect the other man to be so sensitive. Shen Yuan had carefully pulled out the dripping hair pins, the now stained ribbon, and a guan the man usually refused to wear. He thought at first the shivering was due to the sticky sap that still coated most of Liu Qingge's robes, of which he really needed to get out of.

But it continued after Liu Qingge's bath. His shoulders would tense, flinching slightly as Shen Yuan began to drag the comb through his hair. But as it continued, the shivers would return, his shoulders would drop and he began to sway slightly. Shen Yuan knew he shouldn't mess with his shidi like this, but he couldn't help himself sometimes.

It was fascinating to watch Liu Qingge begin to melt as Shen Yuan worked the hair oil in. As he carefully braided his shidi's hair and pulled him towards his awfully Spartan bed, Shen Yuan wondered when he would be able to do this again.

The answer was: less than a week. The Mud Slinging Toad followed through with its name, leaving Shen Yuan, Liu Qingge, and a less than pleased Mu Qingfang covered.

Mu Qingfang left them quickly, citing a lecture he needed to prepare for while Shen Yuan herded his uncooperative shidi towards the Beast Peak. Shen Yuan was delighted to discover that it took less time to make Liu Qingge melt this time around. The man blinking like a content cat while Shen Yuan worked clumps of mud out of his long hair.

His shidi's sudden infliction of loose limbs lasted until Shen Yuan was clean as well. The other Peak Lord gathering his senses enough to stumble over to the bed and promptly pass out. Which Shen Yuan wouldn't have minded, however, Liu Qingge had laid across most of the bed. Leaving Shen Yuan with the choice of either waking his shidi, not going to happen, or adjusting the man enough for Shen Yuan to fit as well.

Shen Yuan certainly wasn't going to be sleeping else where. He liked his bed far too much for that.

That decision caused an unfortunate amount of activity that morning. With his very pretty shidi, clad in his inner robes and flushed down his neck, storming out of Shen Yuan's modest house with Shen Yuan's outerrobe in hand. If he were more awake Shen Yuan was certain he would have called out for his shidi and taken his outerrobe back. However, he was tired, and his bed was so warm, and it smelled sweet like the soap he'd given his shidi to use last night.

He'd simply get his robe back later, Shen Yuan assured himself, he'd have to return Liu Qingge's anyway.

It was nearly two weeks until Shen Yuan got to put his hands on Liu Qingge's hair again. This time they weren't covered in suspicious substances, and Shen Yuan had taken the chance to return Liu Qingge's outerrobe. Despite his shidi attempting to run out the door again, as he had most of the last two weeks, Shen Yuan had managed to coax the man into a cup of tea.

Shen Yuan had found himself staring at a strand of his shidi's hair for most of their talk, it had escaped the braid that lead most of Liu Qingge's hair back to his ponytail. In fact, his shidi's hair seemed softer today, and Shen Yuan could feel his hand twitching slightly. It was a little amusing to watch the tint of red blossom down Liu Qingge's neck when Shen Yuan asked if he could tidy his hair.

However, it was so much more, in multiple ways to have Liu Qingge loose limbed and blinking slowly while resting his head on Shen Yuan's lap. He wasn't entirely sure how they ended up this way, but he certainly wasn't opposed to it. He followed the curve of Liu Qingge's cheek as it pressed against his leg, tracing a line with his eyes down his relaxed shidi's back.

It was a lovely line, and for a moment Shen Yuan longed for the skill to paint or draw the human form. How pretty a painting it would be, his stiff and tense shidi, pliant and soft, permanently recorded for Shen Yuan to study.

He had long finished combing his shidi's hair, simply stroking down his back and shoulders, the man burrowing closer to Shen Yuan the longer it lasted. It left his pretty shidi so relaxed that only Shen Yuan jumped when the door to his home snapped open.

Fighting the heat in his own cheeks now, Shen Yuan tried to smile at his shixiong in a manner that told him I have an explanation for this. Shen Yuan wasn't sure he succeeded when Shen Qingqiu smiled back at him.

"Well," The smile, paired with sharp brown eyes made a shiver of something Shen Yuan assumed to be fear run down his spine. "This is certainly a sight."

[keineahnung-ichhalt]

a world where being gay is the norm and straight is a minority