#queerplatonic at best

[clefadrylcorner]

Obsessed with lovers and piners calling the object of their affections their best friend. Like yessss blur the lines between platonic and romantic love. show how important they are to you in a multifaceted way. Cover up your feelings with another kind of love that is just as true. One type of love does not negate the other and but tragedy can rip both out from under you single handedly, and it will hurt so much more that way. Losing a friend and a lover. Gaining both and not needing any labels for what they are. Using labels but having it be so much more than a title. Were they friends before they were lovers? Or were they lovers whose friendship grew inside of their love? Unclear! Who cares!

[kristoffs-lullaby]

Jealousy, Jealousy

[cryiling]

reblog for something queerplatonic to happen to you this winter

[vaguely-concerned]

purple hawke who, at malcolm's death, lost not only a father, a mentor, the single most stable and safe point in their world up until this moment. but also the only person in their life who would consistently, gleefully 'yes, and — ' them. the loss, in one fell swoop, of both a beloved parent and your sole willing — no, not only willing, enthusiastic — improv partner. truly, the most unkindest cut of all that the maker could have seen fit to deal. (there's always so much less laughter in the house, after malcolm's gone.)

and then after all the horrors of the blight and trying to make a new life in the shithole turned shithome of kirkwall....... they meet varric. and something that's been slumbering deep within their soul dries a tear of relief and joy and whispers 'oh we are so back'. and they are so right

[suppenzeit]

oh distant starry night

[strongintherealgay]

I need more people to realize you can have a queerplatonic relationship without being in the aromantic or asexual community. It's okay to stray from amatonormative priorities no matter who you are!

[ewwww-what]

The moment when you find exactly what you were looking for (it was your best friend the whole time)

(close-ups below & my commission info)

[husnaartz2]

Human Roz and Fink doodles

Post-apocalypse gay besties

[whos-the-seme]

"You promised!" Shang Qinghua, despite his efforts, couldn't stop the gasping sobs. "You said you wouldn't leave me behind again! And then you died then and you're dying now and you promised!"

Shen Yuan reached for the other, fighting through the darkness and blurriness encroaching his vision. He managed to grasp his best friend's cheek, weak fingers brushing away the falling tears. "I'm sorry--"

"No! You don't get to be sorry," Shang Qinghua tried to sneer but his face crumpled instead. He didn't shake off Shen Yuan's hand. "This is the second time you're leaving. That's all you know how to do, isn't it? All you do is run away!"

"Qinghua--" Shen Yuan tried to say, but began to cough, hand falling away. The pain was unbearable and it was making it difficult to take in air. Shang Qinghua immediately reached out to steady him as Shen Yuan hacked out his lungs. In between each new flare of pain that swam along with every cough, Shen Yuan could make out the mumbles of his best friend.

"I didn't mean it, please, I didn't mean it, please not now, I didn't mean to say that, I'm sorry, please, please..."

This was familiar. The pain, the loss of breath, even his best friend beside him, keeping him upright. All that was missing was the hospital bed and the frantic beeping of machines. No nurses coming to save his ass now in this forest.

Shen Yuan briefly lost consciousness and when he came back to himself, vision clearing a little, he found Shang Qinghua holding his wrist, pouring more qi into him. As if they hadn't already discovered that qi transfers didn't work when the thing taking all of his was the poison of a Soul-Sucking Bewildered-beest. Shang Qinghua could've tried to get him back to the sect but Shen Qingqiu would have been long drained of qi and, most importantly, dead by then. He couldn't fly and transfer qi at the same time.

It only prolonged the inevitable.

"S-stop," he said, weakly pushing at Shang Qinghua's hand. The other ignored him. "You're gonna d-drain yourself. And then you won't be able to get back at all."

"I don't care," Shang Qinghua said. Shen Yuan wondered how long he had lost consciousness for, as the tear tracks on Shang Qinghua's face were now mostly dry. "You promised."

"I know," Shen Yuan didn't apologize again. "But you know it's not gonna work. And I'd rather you return, at least." He could feel his eyelids getting heavy.

Shang Qinghua let go of him only to throw up his hands in anger. Fresh tears were starting to spill down his cheeks again. "So what? I just leave you here to die without even trying?" He balled up his fists. "Typical. You always think that your actions won't affect other people."

Shen Yuan got the sense that Shang Qinghua was referring to something else, but his mind was starting to get too muddy to think of what. Breathing was getting a little harder. A lot harder.

"Qinghua. A-Hua, please listen to me. C-could you come kneel down next to me? Right here." He waited until Shang Qinghua lowered himself a bit, still frowning, before gently placing his forehead against the other peak lord's. "Listen to me, okay? I know I broke my promise again. But you've found me before and I trust you'll find me again." He said between gasps of air.

"A-Yuan--"

"We've met again and again... and we'll keep meeting. I k-know it." Gasp. Cough. "Beyond all ideas of... right and wrong, there's a field." Vision dimming. Grasp slackening. "I'll be... waiting for you... there."

"A-Yuan?"

"..."

"A-Yuan!?"

"..."

A wail broke through the serenity of the forest.

[lai-mar]

not romantic not sexual not familial not siblings not in-laws but a secret other thing (life partners warriors bond forged through blood and grief and companionship, intimately knowing each other’s fears like the back of their hands, will loyally stay by each other’s side during their nightmares but will promptly chuck them off a cliff at the slightest offence, “i know exactly how you are and you annoy me sometimes but that’s exactly why i love you”, a casual domestic intimacy in which actions speak louder than whatever they say they are, orbiting around each other relentlessly, curiously, devotedly, aggravatingly, please caution and complement me because it’s alright if it’s you, it feels weird when you’re not being weird, sometimes i don’t get you but that’s why i like you, you’ll always have a home in me, i’ll make you a cup of tea and you’ll knit by the fire, thank you for being my companion, i’ll stay i’ll stay i’ll stay, also what is wrong with you (and what is wrong with me,) you’re normal to me so i’m normal to you. time and space is unfathomably large but let’s exist. together. by the way it’s your turn to do the laundry)

[vaspider]

Hey, check out this queerplatonic marriage getting a writeup in the New York Times!

[kitkinnie]

its me and my overly specific niche queer headcanons against the world

[sunsstars]

you know when you have like a platonic crush on someone? like you think about them a lot, you always think 'they would like this' or 'that reminds me of them' and you want to talk to them all the time. you get withdrawals basically when you can't. like it sounds like how people describe a crush. but you don't necessarily want to kiss them or anything. you just want to love them and watch movie marathons, hold hands sometimes, share a blanket, talk about them with all your other friends, get a cat, and bake cookies together. and have a certain level of commitment there, like you know they are the only ones you go to that level with. you can have other friends but not to that amount, or intensity or whatever. just someone to share things with. maybe you look like you're dating from the outside but between the two of you, you just know them. who they are.

[starry-bi-sky]

For your childhood friends au, how do you see the relationship between Jason and Danny??? Like do you see it as platonic, romantic, some secret third thing or some amalgamation of all of these that only makes sense to them???

oh definitely a bizarre amalgamation of all three of these things that only makes sense to them. They'd crawl under the other's skin if they could, if it meant never leaving the other's side ever again. Jason would climb into Danny's chest to listen to his heart, and vice versa. The secret third thing: so utterly devoted to one another that the lines blur. If you took a peek at their souls, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. It's a gradient they've smudged together.

If somebody told Jason and Danny to "keep their dog on a leash", neither of them would who is which. They're based on the song "Wait For Me" from Hadestown (Both Versions). They are also the song "Far Away From Tulsa" and "Death's At My Door" from the Outsiders. Although I discovered those songs only over this summer.

If they were somehow transported into a universe with soulmates, they would not have matching marks, but they wouldn't have to. Danny or Jason would grab a pen and draw their own on each other. "Why should I share my soul with someone I don't know? I want to share it with you!"

[bogkeep]

every night maia drazhar should receive forehead kisses from his nohecharei, his secretary, and when applicable his wife also. it is only right

[zinzabee]

The asexual/aromantic experience

also woah!! Uncle Gabe's first appearance in my art.

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