#the boys ams gays

[basu-shokikita]

for your drabble kiss thing- skwistok as 17 or 48 🤭

I don't wanna post 2 drabbles in one ask so you're getting 17 for now :3

17. (Kiss) to distract

Toki grumbled against the smooth skin of Skwisgaar's (non existent) bicep. "It ams so nices likes this..."

"Lets me go, Toki." Skwisgaar said, though he sounded amused.

"Noes." Came the muffled reply.

"We both needs to gets up."

Toki shook his head in refusal.

Skwisgaar sighed. "Tokes..."

"Just a bits more!" Toki raised his head, displaying big puppy eyes at Skwisgaar. "Just a bits!"

"Eugh..."

Before Skwisgaar even said anything, Toki buried his face in the pale white chest. Skwisgaar was so skinny and yet so soft in the places that mattered. Face nuzzling against small breasts, Toki mumbled. "Oh, thanks you, mercifuls gods..."

"Dat betters be addreskeds to mes."

Toki didn't reply, just surrounded Skwisgaar's waist in a tight hug while humming. He could stay forever like this, their bodies pressed together in warm silence. Nothing else was needed. This was his happy place.

It hadn't been nearly enough time when he felt Skwisgaar move again. "Okej, let's goes."

"Noooo!" Toki kicked his feet in despair.

Skwisgaar was chuckling now. "You ams actingks likes a childrens whats cants stay at the candies store."

"Thats exactlies what it ams likes!" Toki pouted. "Ams at de best stores in de woilds and de owners kicks me outs..."

"Ams not kickings you outs..." Skwisgaar placed a hand on top of Toki's head fondly. "We just gots to practis-"

"Ahhh!!!" Toki covered his ears. "Stops sayins that woirds! Stops!"

"Alrights-" When Skwisgaar attempted to rip Toki away from him, the latter just grabbed his wrists instead. With a quick movement, he was pining Skwisgaar down on the sofa.

Toki was pleased by the surprise on his expression. "Cant's goes anywhere nows."

Skwisgaar's eyelids covered about half of his eyes. "You knows de bands ams waitingks for us, ja?"

He didn't enjoy Skwisgaar mentioning other people when it was just the two of them right now. "Wells, dey ams gonna has to keep waitings."

"Tok-" The word got stuck in Skwisgaar's throat when Toki pressed their lips together. It only took him an instant before he was reciprocating and they awkwardly rolled on the sofa.

It was a mess of limbs and strands of hair as they made out. Toki massaged Skwisgaar's neck to relax him while his other hand caressed his bony side. Any reluctance Skwisgaar had left melted away with Toki's gently touch and he laid his weight on top of Toki to hold him closer.

Cheekily, Toki toyed with the waistband of Skwisgaar's already undone pants to test his reaction. The following grind seemed to be a response on its own, but before Toki got to shove his hand inside-

"Stops!" Skwisgaar abruptly broke it off, his brow furrowed. "I gotsa goes!" Adjusting his pants, he sat up.

Toki groaned, dropping his arms in the armrest. "Yous still on thats..."

Disapprovingly, Skwisgaar finished buttoning up his pants and got on his feet. "Well, ams you comingks?"

Wordlessly, Toki pursed his lips.

"Whats?"

"Only if you gives me a littol kiss." Toki said, still pouting.

"Seriouslies?"

"Mhm."

"Eugh." Skwisgaar rolled his eyes but leaned down to have their mouths meet. When their lips were about to graze each other, he pulled back. "Kiddings. Ams not fallings for dat agains."

"Whats?!" Toki's eyes opened at once to see Skwisgaar walking away. "Skwisgaar!"

"Heugheugh...guess you gotsa comes to practisce now, heugh?" Skwisgaar said before disappearing through the door.

Angrily, Toki got up to follow him.

There was only so many times he could distract Skwisgaar from practice.

[jay-wasstuff]

The group chat with Wade, Logan and Nicepool

[alexxuun]

Every one adores you, at least I do.

[hinamie]

*catboys ur shounen protag*

[xochimillilili]

I just want soft cuddlefucking. Arms holding me tightly, a nice slow deep fuck, kissing and praising me while wiping my tears away, fucking all the stupid sad out my head, reassuring me it'll be okay soon and that they've got me

[justdavina]

Lets go for a walk!

[itseghost]

very straightforward redraw because this quest and this whole scene have been ON my mind.

[zira-draws]

they have been rotting my brain for a WHOLE year and I CAN'T STAND IT .

[scintillatingshortgirl19]

i think im having a stroke

[gunsatthaphan]

mr. thanawat, I can't help you anymore 😔

[aurantiumred]

iron deficient jason grace except he's cold and leo is warm so they balance each other out perfectly

holding hands except one is literally on fire and the other is shivering like a leaf but it's comfortable for both of them.

[olliedollie1204]

taps mic. clears throat. remus being the embodiment of the thoughts and fantasies thomas considered "forbidden" means he was, at least for a while, the sole embodiment of thomas' queerness as something to be feared or ashamed of or disgusted by. before any of the other sides could accept this about themselves, before thomas could accept it about himself. remus is the source and the holder of thomas' most unwanted thoughts, which at one point (and while this is technically subtext it is like 1 inch away from being text) included thomas being gay. if we get any dialogue or confirmation of this in the series I will do 1000000 backflips break my neck and pass out on the floor

[non-un-topo]

To the next adventure...

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I.D.

[A drawing of Nicky, Joe, Quynh, and Andy from The Old Guard. They are all in profile, walking in a straight line facing the sun. They are dressed in medieval clothing and armour, and each carry their own weapons and bags. Nicky has his sword, a crossbow, a quiver of bolts, a dagger at his belt and another strapped to his ankle. Joe is holding his sword, a bag, and a coin purse. Quynh's bow is over her back, and her quiver is at her hip. Two daggers are strapped to her belt, one of them matching Nicky's. Andy is holding her axe, two bags, and a dagger. They each have serene expressions and closed eyes, as if they're not in a hurry. In the background, the seasons change from winter to spring, summer, fall. There is an old tree behind them, and its branches change with the seasons.]

[inkskinned]

you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.

you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.

he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.

a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.

he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.

you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.

people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.

wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.

also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.

he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."

you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.

"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."

he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.

you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.

is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?

you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.

[niccoguedes]

"...And he grants my every wish."

prnt.

[cthulhum]

merlin was just a boy by the way. he was just a boy and all of that happened to him. just so u know.