#like kissing ur homies goodnight

[healpimp]

I think most of the mercs would be fine with doing smth gay but the top 3 "dont be gay" no homo guys would be sniper (not fond of physical touch or people) scout (straight? further research needed) and demoman (closeted bisexual deathly afraid of judgement)

[sluckythewizard]

BUT IM NOT A WRITER. something strange possessed me to write my first proper fanfic in maybe a decade. be niceys to me but also grill me so i can get stronger. this one is a stupidly self indulgent bit between Soda and Emizel, a day or so after emizel was sired. CW for gore descriptions, but thats about it i think. image below is a snippet of the start. the rest of the whole dang thing will be under the cut. ive never posted fanfic ever in my life. read my tags for secret behind da scenes commentary

"Oh shit… I think hes dead…" It was another night, another patrol, another fight, and another win, for Emizel and Soda.

Under moonlight, under street light, under interwoven wires above, the two stood here in a quiet and damp alleyway. The air was drenched with the smell of a previous rain, and the puddles of said storm remain huddled in corners and pot holes.

One splashed as soda found himself stepping forwards into one. The residual adrenaline of the fight had left his body shaking, his heart still pounding, his wounds still throbbing. They had still won; or more-so, Emizel had won. A particularly nasty blow to the side had Soda reduced to the side lines for most of the fight, left to watch as his newly vampiric comrade had absolutely eviscerated the competition.

Emizel had only been turned a day ago, but it was impossible not to notice how it had changed him. He already acted so goddamn confident, so on top of the world, and this newfound power, newfound speed and strength, only built upon his insane ego.

The Fangs that they encountered here on this night stood no fucking chance. Emizel was too quick, too strong, and he easily chased off the rivals. It was only now, as the final unfortunate opponent had turned to flee, a clean clock in the jaw sent the human tumbling to the ground with a dull thump, and it did not move afterward.

Soda shifts his shoe out of the puddle, the cold seeping into his sock being one of the few things keeping his mind in his body in the moment. Is the guy breathing?

A low laugh bleeds from Emizel as he stretches his arms, licking his sharpened teeth as he stares off in the direction the remaining Fangs went. Soda knew that look on his face, the look of a tiger pondering on its next kill, he knew well that Emizel wanted to chase them.

But the guy on the ground.. It was one punch to the face, and the wicked crack sound that came from it had planted a seeding dread within Sodas chest.

As he steps forward, around the puddle, the resulting sound made Emizels attention click back over to Soda, the snap of his gaze making Soda flinch.

The two lock eyes, and Soda weakly gestures to the limp body on the floor. "The uh.. I think.. Is that guy dead?" He finally asks, having a hard time keeping contact with Emizels intensely red eyes.

Emizel turns his attention to said body, tilting his head as he goes to kick at the thing, turning it over. "Man no way hes dead, I punched him once." He mutters.

"Well, yeah, but his head almost twisted all the way around when you did.." Soda steps up to stand beside Emizel, the two boys standing with their hands in their pockets, down at this unfortunate, limp body.

"Should we hide it?" Soda asks, glancing back over at Emizel, who had.. An odd look on his face. He was clearly pondering something, but Soda could only guess whatever was going on in that brilliant head of his. He knew and trusted that Emizel was smart. If anyone could figure out what to do about this, it would be him.

But the lack of an answer had anxiety chewing at the back of Sodas rib cage, and after a second, he speaks up again, compelled to fill what he perceived as a tense silence. "Like.. I dunno, I've never uh... killed a guy..." He shrugs, prompting Emizel to let out a big sigh.

"He's not dead man, just out fuckin cold." Emizel kneels down next to the body, putting an ear up to its chest, and pondering on that for a moment. An uncertainty twists his expression, as he decides to instead place a hand on the victims throat, checking for a pulse. A moment passes, and seemingly finding nothing, he pulls back.

"Uh... Okay, so he might be dead."

Something about the confirmation from Emizel made a shiver run up Sodas spine. That, or maybe it was just the breeze agitating the cold water in his shoe.

"Huh… Damn.." Was all that Soda could really get to leave his mouth. Which was hardly a splash compared to the torrent that was slowly churning in his head. They just killed a guy. Or, Emizel just killed a guy. And it was so easy. They had to hide the body now, right? That was the usual progression here? Getting caught for murder was way more extreme than getting caught for breaking mailboxes with soda cans. It was so, so disturbingly easy. It really was just one punch. It's not like the Fangs are weak by any means, so just one punch? And this guy is dead? Forever?

Or, perhaps by human means, their rivals were fairly tough. But Emizel was on a whole other level. No mortal could stand up to him now...

"Hey, are you okay?"

The question had pulled Soda back from his head, his gaze flicking back over to Emizel, who was looking up at him with those eerie, piercing red eyes. Soda felt another shiver.

"Uh, ieah man, I'm all good." Soda nods, swallowing down whatever anxiety was bubbling up in his throat.

But Emizel didn't seem satisfied by his answer, standing back up and staring down his human comrade. Soda couldn't meet his eyes, his gaze instead traveling downward, and pausing on Emizels red, cut-up shirt. There was something off about the color, the way it seemed darker in some spots, brighter in others.. Wait, wasn't Emizel wearing a white shirt before all this?

The vampire boy seems to pick up on Sodas expression, following his eyes down to his shirt. "Oh, yeah! While you were on the floor, the knife guy got me a little" He says, a stupidly simple smile on his face. Soda was about to let out a laugh at how unbothered his friend seemed by it, but it gets caught in his throat when Emizel goes to pull his shirt up.

The sound of the bloodied fabric peeling away from skin made Sodas own skin crawl, but that wasn't nearly as bad as the sight of the intense gash running from his collar bone, down to his stomach.

"Oh, fuck dude!" Soda gasps, but Emizel laughs it off. Even despite knowing Emizel well, Soda was still surprised by just how much Emizel could shrug off. "Shit, doesn't that hurt, dude?"

"Oh yeah this fucking hurts!" he says with a laugh, his smile big and toothy and proud as he presents this egregious wound. Swollen and angry, pulsing with a slow heartbeat, and still oozing with thick, dark blood.

The sight of the split flesh, and the glints of bone beneath the dark, dark red all tugged at Sodas gag reflex, and yet he couldn't pull his eyes away. So Emizel's just been walking and talking so normally this whole time with his chest just cleaved wide open? Soda felt just as impressed as he felt horrified.

It wasn't until Emizel reaches down to poke at the abhorrent wound that Soda snaps out of it. Watching his friend press his fingers into the bloodied flesh, and slowly pulling it apart, allowing more ichor to seep from the gash, it was too much to watch at this point.

Soda reaches up to put a hand on Emizels wrist, the vampire boy stopping, and looking up at his friend.

Soda found himself freezing again when he locks eyes with Emizel. He was going to say something now, right? "U-uhm.." Is all he really chokes out, giving Emizels wrist a gentle tug. "D-do you. Uh. I suppose a hospital Isn't a place you can go anymore..?"

Emizel just smirks at that, letting Soda pull his hand away from the wound. "Oh, yeah no, but it's fine. I mean, I don't think it's gonna kill me" He shrugs. It was so, so impressive just how unphased Emizel was by all this. Fuck he's actually so cool.

"Well yeah man but it's like, still a bleeding hole. Like you're soaked in blood dude, I'm pretty sure that even a vampire needs that stuff on like, the inside." Soda rubs the back of his head, still unnerved by the sight of it all. "Vampires have like, super healing, don't they?"

"Oh yeah like, regeneration powers. I know I heal faster sometimes but I dunno how to just, activate it on command.." Emizel hums, his eyes narrowing down at his own injury, as if trying to will it into mending. Soda looks away, unable to watch that vile gash ooze any longer.

"I dunno man, how do they do it in like, video games?" Soda tosses the question out, trying to click together some sort of solution in his own head.

"Uhhh.. Huh, video games.." Emizel repeats to himself, chewing on the thought while idly poking at the laceration; until an idea audibly flickers to life in his head. "Oh, I just gotta refill my blood meter. Or whatever."

"Oooh yeah, blood meter!" Soda perks up, "Of course, see this is why you're the brains, man" Soda smiles, glancing back over to his cool friend, but immediately needing to look away again when the sight of that egregious gash tugs bile back into his throat.

While Soda averts his eyes, Emizels eyes wander back over to the body, and that classic 'Emizel has a bad idea' smile creeps across his face.

"Well, if this guys dead, I'm sure he's not gonna need all that blood.." He grins, kneeling down next to the body again.

The word 'wait' had hardly gotten the chance to crawl from Sodas mouth, before Emizel lifts up the arm of the unfortunate body, pulling the sleeve back, and immediately sinking his teeth into the exposed wrist.

The sound and the sight of blood gushing around Emizels teeth made Soda cringe, his hand impulsively coming up to aide his own wrist. An empathetic phantom pain made his wrist ache, his imagination simulating the feeling of shark teeth cutting into skin, sinking deep into the flesh, and clacking against bone. That was a lot of blood, that was streaming down the arm of this fodder.

A low growl bleeds from Emizel as he adjusts his teeth, cutting into more flesh, opening the wound further, and allowing a pulsing torrent of red to stream down his chin, onto his coat. It was an annoying thing, to clean blood out of clothing. Most of the Demons deemed it easier to just let the stains remain. But the night that Emizels throat was torn open, and liters upon liters were granted freedom from his human form, the unbelievable mess had practically changed half the color of Emizels iconic coat.

That was the first time Soda had ever seen that much blood from one person. And well. This would probably be the second.

The sight was unnerving, but it was impossible to look away. The alley was quiet, save for the distant bustle of a distant city, which made the noisy squish and squelch of teeth gnawing on flesh all the more apparent and nauseating.

Emizel had become a monster for sure, and watching it feed on something was… thrilling, in a way. It reminded Soda of feeding a pet spider, or lizard. A mouse for a snake.

It's a heavy thing to witness, the end of a human life. The fear of death is a primal thing, and Soda was no different from any other living thing. He figured everyone else feared death just as much as he does. Well, maybe except for Emizel, of course.

It made sense. Emizel was such a cocky and noisy kind of guy, but hes always had the power to back it up. Even when he lost, or seemed at his lowest, Soda still saw this sort of fire in him, one that Soda admired.

Of course Emizel would be the one to become something like a vampire. Something that Soda had always figured was just a fantasy creature thing. He wondered; if vampires were real, what else was real? Werewolves? Zombies? Unicorns? Are there real demons? Like from hell? Is hell real? Is he going to hell?

The sudden ttteeeeaaaaarrrr of flesh rips soda from his wandering thoughts. Emizel was tugging his head away from the arm of his kill, his teeth clamped down into the chewed meat, and pulling it apart. Soda had seldom seen so much of the inside of a human arm, and the sight of spilling threads and squirming veins was hardly something he ever wanted to stomach again.

"Oh fuck, dude, hey-" Soda steps forward, raising a hand, but the way Emizel snaps his head back over to him, twisting to an unnatural degree, Soda cant help jolting back.

Reddened teeth glint menacingly in the low light, a threatening growl thundering from its clenched, dripping jaws. Emizels eyes were focused, yet wild, glowing with whatever light they could reflect.

Sodas eyes were wide, and his body was frozen in the thick, electric tension within the air. It was like staring down an angry dog.. Suddenly a light bulb in his head flickers to life. It was kind of like an angry dog, right? One hunched over a meal it didn't want to give up. Memories of old encounters and unfortunate dog bites resurface in Sodas head, and with that experience, and with those lessons learned, he gathers the courage to react.

He shuts his eyes, keeping them closed for a few seconds, as he slowly pulls back his arm, and slowly steps back. It was an eye contact thing, wasn't it? Eye contact makes dogs angry, right? That was how you dealt with an angry dog? As he pulls back, and takes in a breath for composure, he finally dares to peek at the angry vampire before him again.

Its snarling had died down, but its eyes were still trained intently on Soda. After a tense, and agonizingly, slow pause... It blinks back, lowering its head back down to its meal, but keeping its anxious stare on this potential threat.

A relieved sigh falls from soda as the tension finally melts. He didnt realize he was holding in so much of his breath. "O-okay, man.. It's yours, you uh.. Earned it.." Soda mutters, stepping back further, until he was standing in a sufficiently dry enough space to sit down in. Now that he wasn't standing, he was finally taking into mind just how much his hands were shaking.

It's odd. Soda couldn't really describe this feeling thrumming in his chest as something like fear.. Nausea? For sure. Disturbed and rattled? Oh absolutely. This was certainly a sight he would have a hard time scrubbing from his eyelids when he sleeps tonight. But he wasn't scared. The memory of the night that Emizel was sired still coated the inside of his mind like an unwashable film. Even in that moment, when the unnatural teeth from the unnatural maw of an unnatural thing hovered over his throat, he couldn't say with confidence that he was scared.

Emizel really is his best friend in the world. And he knows with his whole heart that Emizel feels the same. He knew and trusted that his best friend would never hurt him. Not too badly at least. He loves Emizel, and would give anything to support him.

Like a mouse to a snake.

This really is an incredible power that his comrade had come across, and Soda especially felt a sort of pride in his friend. He felt it was worth it to help him feed it.

The bile in his throat had made its point, and Soda agreed, that watching someone die, and get torn apart and drained might be too much for him. Despite how much he hated the Fangs, the end of any human life seemed like such a jarring thing. To have such an intense fear finally get confronted. Would he go to hell?

Maybe he couldn't just feed people to his friend. So an alternative could be donated blood, right? Soda wouldn't mind giving up something like blood. His body makes it for free, after all. Maybe some other Demons would agree to give up some blood too. But they shouldn't have to take on such a burden. Soda wouldn't mind being the only one. The only one. The only one.

His hand comes up to rub at his neck, as his imagination conjures up what it might feel like to have teeth sink into his flesh. He's been stabbed before, is that sort of what it would feel like? Would he have to get stitches? He didn't really want to get stitches, so maybe there could be a more effective way to get the blood out of him. And there was so much vital stuff in his neck too. There's' a vein that's safe to cut into somewhere, right? He would have to look that up later.

A STARTLING RINGING;

Splits the moment,

Prompting both Soda and Emizel to jolt in shock,

As the phone in Emizels pocket rings away.

Acting as if nothing abnormal had taken place, Emizel pulls out his phone, and answers it.

"Heyy, Johnny! Yeah we chased em off, I don't think those bastards will be infesting this street again anytime soon. Yeah, ieah we'll be heading back soon. Oh fuck yeah dude, save us some!"

Emizel covers the speaker of his Nokia, turning back to Soda with a big smile on his violently bloodied face. "They got some pizza waiting for us back home, dude!" he whispers out to him.

Soda does his best to crack a smile, and to suppress the look of unease that probably stained his face, as he stares at the literal murder scene that's been splattered about in front of him.

"Oh, yeah, hell yeah man.." He swallows down the bile again. "What kind of uh.. Soda did they get?"

Emizel ponders that, before turning back to the phone to ask Sodas question.

"Sprite and a big pack of that one strawberry mountain dew" Emizel tosses the answer back over to Soda, who gives a nod, and thumbs up.

Mountain dew is so neat, Soda really liked all the wacky flavors those guys come up with. The thought of going home and opening a can of soda was certainly a comfort. After witnessing all this blood and gore and viscera, Soda absolutely needed to get back home and get a nice cold glass of something bright red .

As Sodas mind wanders off to soda, Emizel wraps up the conversation on the phone, before hanging up, and standing up.

The movement had pulled Sodas mind back into the moment, enough for him to timidly voice a concern he's had since the start of this debacle.

"Uh, hey, so.. The body, should we… Uh.." He gestures vaguely to it, and Emizel grants it a nonchalant glance.

"Eh, I can toss it into a dumpster or something, I dunno. I'm sure its fine. I'll handle it."

The vampire boy goes to pick up the corpse, the wound in its mangled arm no longer even dripping with blood, the flesh pale from the absolute absence of red in its veins.

"Go ahead and meet me by that one mailbox, the one with the bullet hole in it." Emizel casually instructs, tossing the drained body over his shoulder. "I'll catch up."

"Uh, yeah, okay.." Soda musters up a nod, and the strength to rise back up to his feet, wincing as that bruise on his side makes itself loudly known again. He still felt anxious, but even despite it all, he knew he could trust Emizel to take care of things. He always does. "Just stay safe man, I'll see you there." Soda assures with a smile, and Emizel matches it, tossing him a wink. And then suddenly- -He's gone! If Soda had blinked he would've missed it, but he was fortunate enough to just barely catch the glimpse of Emizel darting off at an inhuman speed, probably looking for a place to dump the body. Right, he would take care of it. Emizel always makes sure his crew is taken care of. Well... Guess all that's left for Soda is for him to walk back to that meeting spot. He looks around the alley for a moment, taking in the sight of that enormous pool of blood in the middle of the concrete. Or whatever the floor of this alley is made from. He ponders on the present moment a little longer than he meant to, the shock of it all leaving him aimless for just a few, soothing moments of just, decompression. The night is quiet, vast, and cold, but the stresses of just the past 5 hours had left his body radiating with fiery aches and pains, so the chill of the occasional clawing breeze was welcomed. Except for when said breeze agitated the cold water still soaked into his sock. He should step in another puddle on his way back to even it out. The smell of rain still rested heavy in the air, heralding another storm on the horizon. There was that, and then, well, there was also the blood. The stench of it felt far too intense to just ignore it, the metallic miasma making itself maliciously unmistakable. Maybe the impending storm will wash this mess away... He looked forward to putting this unfortunate night behind him. With one last rattled, but deep breath, he stuffs his hands in his pockets, and turns away, strolling back over to the mailbox that Emizel had described.

He couldn't wait to get home and drink some soda with his friends.

[asraindarkness]

i have a question for my fellow non-american+non-buddie shippers here.

the fact that so many ppl think they r romantically involve although they are canonically platonic friends, might be a culture thing???

i mean im a persian woman but i've seen A LOT of bro-bro friendship just like what eddie and buck have here (if not deeper). idk how to explain it lol. but like it's ok if u kiss ur homie goodnight (ON THE CHEEK)every now and then 😂😂but i bet ppl will losing their mind if buck and eddie do that.

but i was saying this to my friend from US and she was like 'so everyone there is gay??'😭😭

ps:i never get the vibes from eddie tbh but the momment i saw buck i screamed ADHDer BI TWINK I KNOW WHAT KINDA MAN YOU ARE

[yookoota]

Right. And next thing is what? Kissing?

I managed to leave for a while and now there's 7 Dazai and Chuuya? What?

[ask-chandl3r]

INTRO !!

[ OUT OF CHARACTER 🎀 ]

HAAAAIIIIIIIIIIII im Allie n i use they/them :) uhhhh im a minor so please no freaks, u can make minor jokes n stuff abt nsfw if u too are a minor but if ur an adult please dont make s3x jokes at me.. im okay most chan x female ships, just nothing really toxic like chan x martha or smthing, incest, pedo, that sort of shit + chan x male she's a lesbo, kurt n ram can be how they are just nothing TOO FAR cuz it makes me uncomfy my main blog is @allie-ggggay come say hi... im cool i swear.... please start convo's w me tumblr is scary n i cant start them myself this is BEFORE she died btw!! adding on some boundaries, pretty pretty please no fatherless "jokes" they arent funny and make me super uncomfy for personal reasons no kurt, ram and jd defenders please, they're 🍇ists and tahts legit theyre whole character, they are not silly fella's they a gross ass bitches

[ IN CHARACTER 🎀 ] ugh i saw duke doing this so i guess i'm doing the same im THE Heather Chandler, so martha dumptruck is not allowed!! ❌❌ im just 16,, duke is my fav heather shes nice not cuz i like her or anything, gross IM NOT LESBIAN.

[ HEADCANON'S 🎀 ] she has movie chan hair so curly strawberry blonde,, 🍓🍓 she's not super super skinny she has some oomf (ngh i love her) chan has lots of freckles on her face, stomach, arms and thighs, most cover her face/cheeks, she has some stretch marks but hates them deeply and she has a problem with picking and scratching acne and scabs too she's the youngest out of the heathers (16 while others are 17) her, duke and mac are very touchy so if u call it gay she'll be very confused cuz she thinks its normal, like who doesnt hug and cuddle with their homies and kiss them goodnight?? Closeted Lesbian + Hypersexual n undiagnosed ADHD chan covers her eye bags with makeup vro does NOT sleep chans dad is homophobic and transphobic and doesnt like it when duke comes over cuz she trans n stuff she's really passionate about jewellery and bracelets, once you get her talking on it theres no stopping her, she loved how pretty they can be and the meanings behind some ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ anyway pls come say hi... i spend ages tryna do this intro

[nanathott]

nana the wise, is it normal to feel nothing while kissing someone 🤓

i mean…. if ur just kissing the homies goodnight then yeah but if this is ur partner or something then no, but it also depends like was it a sesh?? or like a “im going to work bubye!!” kiss????

[shroombell]

so after very little debate and 4+ hours from 12 to 4 AM me and @yeahimb0 decided to become ambassadors of Swindle/Hot Rod

but they're homies so like its not gay to kiss ur homies goodnight plus they always have socks on <3

[tokillamockingbird427]

What are your headcanons for Neptune?

They lost their gender in the war. (They're gender neutral.)

Asian American! More specifically, Korean american.

Only child. Did not walk away with only child syndrome though, they grew up really close to their cousins. "It takes a village to raise a child" is literally them and their "May as well be siblings."

Itty bitty crush on Merrick. (Me too Neptune, me too.)

They do prefer to be called Neptune but their birth name isn't their dead name or anything. They just find "Akir Lyle" very formal, and it's usually only used when they're in trouble. (Legit just "parents using your full name" vibe.)

"Ships" people, aka "I dunno, just think you guys would work together. Now kiss so I can post that shit on Twit."

Called Neptune cus they're a horse whisperer. Neptune is "the lord of horses" so you can see the logic.

Unemployed friend vibes. On their days off this motherfucker goes on JOURNEYS. Which is saying something when considering their day job has them literally swimming with sharks.

Licensed to officiate marriages.

Always drinking slushies. Always. Middle of winter, outside, this mf will have a blue raspberry+cherry mix slushie in (mitted) hand.

Incredibly practical. Also very straightforward, but has the sense to warn people before hitting them with news or whatever they have to be frank about.

Knows a guy who knows a guy, always.

Can and will kiss the homies goodnight.

Weird humor. I mean like, "Lemme lick ur toes :p" type shit. They won't start off with that and if they get the sense someones uncomfortable with it they won't do it, obviously. But Logan finds this shit so funny he gets abs from laughing about it. So Neptune goes after him the most because he's an easy target.

Middle child vibes when with the other Ghosties. (Ghosties are any of the "younger" Ghosts btw. So any of them sans Rorke Elias and Merrick. Them the adults. I dunno if I ever clarified that.)

On Neptune+Logan, I can see them being really good friends, but they're not obvious how close they are. They're the duo to unquestionably have the others back but not be "loud" with it. Ya'know?

Kick enabler.

Mama's boy. (Probably part of the reason they and Logan get along so well.)

[bylertruther]

modern au mike would be the repressed internalized homophobia harboring kind of gay that says shit like "it's not gay to kiss ur homies goodnight 🙄 that's just being a good bro" and is essentially playing gay chicken with will 24/7 which is why will never suspects anything and thinks it's totally unrequited. bc they have Always been like this . and still mike insists he's straight and who is will to say Um Actually esp when mike made a big stink abt dating his sister n also gets super defensive abt it any time they talk abt it or get anywhere even remotely close to talking abt it. hope this helps 👍

[dumbass-duels]

HI I’VE COME HERE TO SPREAD MY KEL (OMORI) PROPAGANDA

YOU OMORI FANS ALREADY K N O W ABOUT THIS DUMBASS KEL.

This guy’s favorite drink is a combination of orange juice and coffee. If you just LOOK at his face you can tell the only thing going on in his head is the pause screen of a dvd. In Headspace he has a pet rock named Hector which he proceeds to lose and then when he finds Hector again, it’s revealed that Hector has a family now. Kel cries about this. He is gay gay homosexual gay but he doesn’t know that yet bc kissing ur homies goodnight is definitely not gay. His favorite color is probably orange which is a dumbass color for dumbasses (I like orange). THERES SO MUCH MORE PLS I LOVE KEL GUYS

-sincerely @lovableassholestournament

PROPAGANDA‼️‼️‼️ I enjoyed reading this so much thank you. Also,, orange is the best color and a dumbass color you are absolutely right

[venstm]

denki's love language being somewhere between gift giving and physical touch bc he's always like leaning on someone, bumping shoulders with, hands resting against, knees brushing but he also remembers your favourite snacks, bands, how you like your favourite drink !! makes playlists, is just a downright absolute fucking nerd but also is like yeah kiss ur homies goodnight aint nothing wrong with that !!

[myfaveisfuckable]

Rants!

Asuma/kakashi: Look. I know there are better kakashi ships. But look ok. They're really good together. Kakashi only has like four friends and I think he and Asuma are the most likely to kiss a homie goodnight, right. And then it's like... Why not help a homie out? Blow off some steam? Do the dirty, smoke a cig, and get some pillow talk ranting off ur chest? And then yeah they admit they're in a fwb thing and then! Instead of dying and kakashi helping avenge him, Asuma ALMOST dies and kakashi helps SAVE him, and THEN thinks he almost lost him, and confess maybe feelings a little.

Like I just KNOW they've explored each other's bodies

Maybe they had a casual thing, maybe it became like, a real thing, maybe they make eggplant parmesan and watch old man action movies together every Tuesday night. And then fuck. Obviously.

Dave/Tavros: Oh man, another Tavros ship? Dave is #1 coolkid. Tavros is #1 cringefail. They rap together.

[dopaminegyro]

halfway through the meteor trip when dave is already decently comfortable with karkat but hasnt developed emotional intelligence at all yet hed lean so hard into those like Kiss ur homies goodnight no homo though kind jokes yknow?? like hed be like lol cmon man whats wronfg with giving your bro a hug maybe a lil kiss on the cheek no homo just to make karkat uncomfortable and then when karkat points out how ACTUALLY, INCREDIBLY "HOMO" it is dave is like Woaahhhh idk where youre getting that from raising eyebrow emoji

[seishun-emergency]

HI can i ask ur opinion on chiakanareikao...... they r my beloveds and i am desperately seeking for content of them

omg hello anon.... chiakanareikao are so fun omg. spoilers for my mermaid au i guess but i'm planning on throwing chiakanareikao in there as the endgame for those four <3 separately i think all the pairings are really fun tbh like chiakana and reikao are . Classics. kanakao is also really fun i like their interactions a lot especially with how it gives kaoru a much needed place to Be Himself without a lot of the fronting he tends to do plus also they have that marine bio club bond. chiarei and chiakao are really funny to me bc chiaki is Such A Guy and the whole hero/demon motif is always fun. with kaoru we have an added layer of kissing the homies goodnight with rei we have an added layer of them both flustering each other in really fun ways . kanarei are always enjoyable theyre both part of the eccentrics so they've got an understanding that few other ppl have with them . chiakanareikao great ship i love when they are all holding hands

[artis-lined]

Vent ig?

Bro maybe the reason all my besties keep falling in love w/ me is bc I keep kissing the homies goodnight./srs

All my friends end up having a crush on me and I'm genuinely tired of ppl saying: "Oh! That must be so flattering!" Bc it's not. It's happened while I was in a relationship, and it's happened right after I just lost all my friends. I'm tired of saying yes to ppl bc I'm afraid they're not going to hang out w/ me anymore. It's not flattering or nice when a friend doesnt want to be ur friend bc you don't feel the same way. It makes simple things like saying "ily" make me anxious, bc who's to say they think if I say it, it means I'm leading them on. It's one thing if u like me, and then I don't feel the same and nothing is made of it and we're still friends but losing someone because you just don't like them like that is so tiring.

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Casey and raph babey 😎😎

HI RHEA ILY. i went with 2012 casey and raph bc we were just talking about them :)

THEYRE SO SO IMPORTANT TO ME. besties. besties. BESTIES. they make each other so much better and theyre so. important to each other. besties. best friends. holding them. do not separate. i dont hate or even dislike the romantic ship but its not something i personally see (like I wont not read a fic if theyre a romantic pairing, I just wont go searching for it). they kissed like once and it was absolutely horrible and they promised to never speak about it again. every night when casey goes to leave he does do an entire “raph. raph. raph aren’t you going to kiss ur homies goodnight 🥺” bit. they have sleepovers in raphs room and they watch horror movies together. they have their own shitty two person band. they are cuddling on the couch. they are holding hands. they lovingly try to kill each other for fun every other week. they are besties. i will die on this hill.