#sad gays

[lleonnoell]

Are you the one I love

Or just a testament to my faith

Forgot to post this one

[cmhcny]

the complete patrochilles painting🥰

[salmoninzeeweed]

The tragic homos are invading my brain.

They're everywhere guys I can't escape.

I see them everywhere.

Also skyrus need to either both die or make up and make out or paskims will have to sleep with their eyes open.

[annabananabridgers]

MY ULTIMATE BLYER PLAYLIST!

-Body to Flame (Lucy Dacus)

-The End of the World (Sharon Van Etten)

-Think of Me Once In a While, Take Care (Take Care)

-I Will (Mitski)

- Me and Micheal (MGMT)

-I’m Your Man (Mitski)

-Partner In Crime (Lucy Dacus)

-Fake Plastic Trees (Radiohead)

-Tears Over Beers (Modern Baseball)

-Mis (Alex G)

-I Wait For You (Alex G)

-loml (Taylor Swift)

-Andromeda (Weyes Blood)

-Sailor Song (Gigi Perez)

-Once More to See You (Mitski)

-Kaleidoscope (Chappell Roan)

-Sober To Death (Car Seat Headrest)

-Symphonia IX (Current Joys)

-Anthems For A Seventeen Year-Old-Girl (Broken Social Scene)

-I Bet On Losing Dogs (Mitski)

[nenehyuuchiha]

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The doomed yaoi song

[venoooo]

Quick Byler headcanon!

Will has definitely drawn Mike as an angel, and no one can convince me otherwise.

I hc that they were at Starcourt mall or somewhere, and Will heard Madonna's "Angel" while looking at Mike and immediately pictured him as such.

Plus, Mike shares name with an archangel, so...

[dzhfaer]

Hashimada-giftexchange-2023

"Long time no see, is it?...

... Hashirama."

sad story for you, @meraces

[sukka-fanpage]

Ik this is more of a TikTok thing but hopefully you can appreciate what I was going for

[gaykarstaagforever]

I've seen one Robert Eggers movie, The VVitch. Which was good, but it didn't change my life or anything.

[mushroom11090]

Laudna's hurt, "Why are you looking at me like that?" During the scene after the sword incident HURTS SO MUCH WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TOO ME PLEASE.

[yaoi-devil-himself]

If only loving you wasn't a sin :(

[edalynn-ink]

Diagnosis? Queer

Status? Terminal.

[lvrboy-inc]

“Twenty-Eight” — The Weeknd

꒰: Précis | A first person POV, dipping into the mind of a melancholic young man who is just a bit..off. Is he really above all of the chaos that is his life? Or is it all just another façade in which he’s also fooled himself this time..

꒰: Disclaimer(s) | This act contains strong language, underage smoking, angst.

꒰: Word Count ; 1.2k

꒰: Sakura Flowers—All Acts ; Here

Act 7…

The rest of the night ensued in silence for a good hour or so, as I’d requested for the sake of my own mind not splitting in two from not only the embarrassment but the processing of events that had yet to sink in. He had tried to give me ‘aftercare’—cuddling, holding my hands, massaging my back—which genuinely made me feel nauseous. Instead, I had told him to step out into the backyard with me for a smoke.

He was like a sulking puppy when I’d rejected his attempts at a normal aftermath of what had ensued. When we had come to a compromise, it wound up with me having more reddened, wet bite marks across my chest and stomach. Honestly. It was as if I was actually dealing with an animal; not even in the hot way either.

Of course, one little fuck doesn’t change an entire person’s life, their sexuality, who they are. So I was far from falling for him. What? Did you think I’d forgotten about bout my analogy already? God no.

We sat, perched on the lowest step of the backyard porch, looking out over the stretch of grass that moved into the lake resting as the center for every house surrounding it. The sun had long since set and my parents had cleaned every trace of the night so, they were bound to be as deadbeat tired as I was—alright, maybe not as much as me—meaning they’d be sound asleep by now.

Marko finally kicked out one of the small tobacco-filled darts, then another. He lit up his own, turning to me and curling his fingers around the back of my neck as he pulled me in closer. Slipping mine into my mouth, he touched the end of his to it, holding it there until the end began to grow that soft red hue. Pulling back slowly, he took the initial drag, exhaling as if he’d been craving it since he walked through the door.

All I could do was follow his lead and take small puffs here and there. Neither of us had really bothered to put our shirts back on; the house was hot and when we had gotten outside, we were grateful for that aspect. Feeling the cool night air rustling our hair and providing a blanket of chill that was needed.

It was silent for the most part but I could feel his eyes on me, so, naturally, “You know, you have a really bad staring problem..” I said, training my focus to the subtle ripples of the water that sat just a few yards in front of us. All that came from him was a low chuckle in which he averted his gaze.

“Sorry, just admiring my handiwork.” He replied, leaning back and letting another trail of the gray fog escape his lips and hang in the air before being swept away by the wind. The comment made me flush but I tilted my head forward so that my hair could act as a curtain to hide that fact.

As much as I wanted to stay in this moment, to just let it be, I couldn’t, in good conscience, let my thoughts remain unsaid.

My lips parted with a small huff to which I swallowed down my inhibitions with. “We can’t..do this. You know that..right?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Do what? Fuck?” He immediately asked back, lowering his cigarette filled hand and ashing it onto the ground. Then his eyes found mine. We both just..sat there. I didn’t know exactly what I wanted to say but..God knows this wasn’t right.

I had to do this. For mine and his sake. “Be together, Marko.” The words finally came and the weight of them was already felt in the openness of the outdoors. “This..thing we have..it’s not healthy. It will never be healthy, for either of us. If you were just some other person, if you were a girl that I could actually parade around and use for my benefit—” Although I knew that I was manipulative, voicing the fact that I usually only used women for an upper-hand made me pause before I continued.

“If you weren’t you..if I wasn’t..me..” My voice lacked the conviction that I was trying to convey, seemingly falling through in the boring of his gaze. “Then maybe we could have been something. But you’re the son of my father’s mistress. I can’t..I just can’t do that.”

His face fell, like a chain reaction. All of the aloofness had faded and an unreadable expression spread across his features. “You and I aren’t good for each other and I’m not good for anyone,” At last, the firmness in my voice returned. “And..in reality..? You were right..you are right. About everything I stand for. You see right through me, you read me like an open book in a way I’ve never fucking experienced, Marko.” 

Moving my hand up to his face, I looked into those hazels that had now dimmed in the light of the moon, just..looking. Rejection always came so easy to me. It was something I’d grown accustomed to more times than I could ever count. So why the hell am I struggling?

“Then that’s even more reason for me to stay by your side, Azura! I don’t care if we’re not healthy, because who the fuck is? You can’t just drop this whole thing! What about the plan, what about—” I quieted him by pressing our lips together, tasting the dried herbs on his and my tongue as I savored the moment..knowing it’d be the last.

When I finally pulled away..I could see tears in his eyes. Fuck, don’t look at me like that.. I thought to myself, not at all wanting to mirror his expression.

“You’re a liability to me, Marko. That’s all you have been..that’s all you ever will be. We’re not star crossed lovers and we’re definitely not Romeo and Juliet..we’re just..” My vocabulary fell short at that moment as there was a slight tremble in my voice. “Victims of our environments..so don’t make this any harder and just..let me go.” 

I stood up, dropping my cigarette to the grass, grinding it out and trying my hardest not to look back when I turned away. “I’ll call you a car in the morning but after that..just act like we never met.”

My feet carried me inside as I slid the back door open and closed..and even as I walked away, I could hear his silent, choked crying. All I could do was take myself out of earshot and back to bed. This was for the best..right? Right.

Falling in love was always going to be a curse for me. To anyone involved with me and me with them. And with Marko..it would be the greatest guilt I’ve ever felt. I don’t feel guilt. Hell, before I met him, I barely felt anything at all besides sympathy for myself, detachment and anger. Being introduced to all of these emotions now was..never something I wanted. He wanted to give me the moon, the sky and the stars when all I wanted was to be buried in the Earth.

I would never let him make the mistake of falling so hard for me because..I could never be there to catch him before he bled out.

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[lonlylook]

A poet and a warrior

The poet turned

his loved one into flowers

filled with tears and words

to turn into songs.

the warrior turned

all in blood and revenge

eyes red with anger

broken and tired hands

the two were alone

both lost

They no longer had the one

that they loved the most

but one transformed

the crying in beauty

and the other let

the pain consumed him

Apollo and Achilles

a poet and a warrior

one is alive

the other just existing

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By me. I wrote that at 2 am yesterday so don't be so judgemental pls. Hope u like it.

[ya-boi-haru]

I challenge you to tell me She by Dodie isn't Enderien to Isla coded