#the doomed gays are winning

[captainsploosh]

the black and white doomed by the narrative yaoi stans are about to be well fed :)

ORV, Link Click, AND The Summer Hikaru Died ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

[jersuke-hanamura-985]

Had to let the oomfs know i fw dungeon meshi heavy

[everythinghasbeenmadealready]

i find it funny that on one hand you have bylers wanting eleven to have her own happy ending and on the other you have the milkysticks who want will to die

[your-local-femboy-bitch]

RAHHHHHH!!!!!! NO WONDER IM HOMOPHOBIC! THIS IS SCARY!!!

Also mutie I know you'll love this @naoke666 @naokelder

[regulus-smith]

The end is near.

We can all feel it.

I'm so scared.

I want to be a little kid again.

To have hope.

I don't care if my childhood was spent wondering why Daddy didn't love me.

I don't care if It was spent wondering what I could do to make myself better for my mommy and daddy.

I WANT THE SAFETY OF HAVING MY MOMMY AND DADDY TO PROTECT ME BACK.

I'm gonna f*cking cry writing but I don't care.

If this really is the end of the world, and the earth really is ridding itself of our parasitic presence, or in another case, if Trump gets elected, I'm never gonna grow up.

I'm just a kid. I'm A KID. I WILL NEVER GROW UP AND MARRY MY BEST FRIEND. I WILL NEVER OWN A QUIET LIBRARY WITH A COFFEE SHOP INSIDE, THAT ONLY SELLS REAL LITERATURE. I WILL NEVER OWN THE THREE CATS IVE ALWAYS WANTED. I WILL NEVER GET TOP SURGERY OR BE ABLE TO BE MY TRUE SELF- BECAUSE ILL BE DEAD.

I only want to be a little kid napping in my mommy's arms again.

I want to be safe again.

I don't want my rights to be a debate between two rich cis hetero men.

If project 2025 is real I'm not making it to high school. Or even just fifteen. And that's a fact.

The fact I even have to make this post is sickening, but y'know.

Yeah, we have two bad candidates. But look at it this way- if Trump wins, gay and trans youth and adults are going to suffer. Women will suffer. People of color will suffer. Poor people will suffer. Anybody who is not a rich, cishet white man will SUFFER. Graves will be filled. Suicide rates will skyrocket. Children will die.

[static-head]

You promise?

[unproduciblesmackdown]

Full Tech Day One pic today from kiko laureano (denizen of skid row / ensemble) & video (that's four seconds of "ya never know" playing over the static image) from & ft. marcia milgrom dodge (director / choreographer) double captioning "there might be puppets in this musical ;)" & "Well Shake my hand! Come see LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS @guthrietheater featuring @actually_will_roland's hand!"

[change-the-rules]

*grabs your hands earnestly*

it's not about the Canon, that is not to invalidate any feelings that is to say we are fandom, our works are transformative because we take the bits and pieces of a something we love and we break it, take the pieces that speak to us a spin them into something that resonates, it's about the dynamics and the potential and putting characters we adore In Situations because the narrative failed them or it failed us, or for fun or for science or just because it's fucking hot, it's not that serious and it holds a certain gravitas

it's playing in the sandbox, pure and simple, beholding ourselves to Canon is the antithesis of Spirit of the thing

do you see?

[happygirl2oo2]

Planned to watch OFMD s2 episodes 6 and 7 tonight but I'm hearing around it's very sad and full of angst or something again somehow (no spoilers as to why please!!) so nevermind, think I'd rather stay in my Doom Patrol s4B bliss for a bit longer thank you very much ✨️

[dreamingpuffkin]

Through Love And Fire - There Swings A Skull: Grim Tidings

I've played There Swings A Skull: Grim Tidings, and want it to get more attention so I'm going to write about it.

I recommend checking out the game for yourself since it's short (about 2-8 hours) and is an amazing experience overall.

Somewhere in a seemingly endless sea of sand lays a quaint town beyond train tracks called Pareildas. We go through the motions as Anatoli and Pyotr, two loving husbands with minds racing from the recent heatwaves.

Anatoli works at Pareildas' train station Terminus while Pyotr illustrates at home.

ANATOLI

Every day, Anatoli leaves for work and heads off to the train station. Both he and his coworker friend Dolores have a "skit" (joking bit amongst each other) and it's off to work until sunset. Afterwards he heads back home to Pyotr and dinner waiting for him.

Anatoli is an average working man who's relatively satisfied with his life, but wants to go beyond Pareildas with Pyotr; waiting for a train that hasn't been seen in years to deliver them from the Sun's malevolence, the Mayor's empty words, the constant threat of spontaneous combustion and the increasing demands from the gallows for sacrifice.

Despite his deep-seated (and understandable) concerns, he keeps it buried beneath his seemingly apathetic demeanor, because he doesn't want anyone to worry. He wants to keep everything the same, so he tries to ignore it and stick to routine. Acknowledging problems will inevitably lead to change, and the uncertainty that comes forth seems to be what scares Anatoli the most. Even as everything falls apart and Pyotr leaves, he keeps up his routine, hoping that everything will be okay in the end.

This does not mean he is completely unwilling to break routine however; as in the beginning he is shaken up by a woman burning to a crisp outside his window. He stops smoking with Dolores after that.

Personal Notes: It was heartbreaking yet intriguing to watch Anatoli hold onto hope as the days carried on. Dolores breaking down, waking up alone in the house and the blunt descriptions made Anatoli's insistent denial even more harrowing as the town burned and Mayor demanded sacrifice. His willingness to sacrifice wasn't for his comfort, but for his community (the few loved ones he has in town). One of my favourite parts has to be the description for the dried up fountain ("THERE WAS NEVER A WAY OUT."); it's a perfect way to have the other shoe drop for Anatoli.

PYOTYR

Pyotr starts in mind that you're aware of Anatoli's perspective and focuses on his. Anatoli goes out and brings home the bacon as established. Usually when left to his own devices, he like to sit and the easel (where he makes portraits for his pleasure or to sell off) and prepare meals for both himself and Anatoli, and tries his best to be a source of relief and comfort (as most homemakers do) despite his own stress and tries to radiate and happy-go-lucky demeanor for Anatoli's sake.

As of late, nothing has come to him, and he feels like the potential within him to make a change he wants to see in the world is wasting away as he stagnates within the confines of Pareildas. He stares up at the crack in the ceiling that opens up by the day, anxious in his perceived helplessness. He wants to be bigger than this; there's more beyond here, but what is one man to do?

As Anatoli leaves for work, Pyotr feels suffocated in his sense of emptiness. Without Anatoli he feels like a toothless cog, decaying in some tireless machine. Desperate to keep his mind off of his own thoughts, he goes outside to find some inspiration and discovers the sewers are open.

Through the tunnels he meets Rosette, a loner within the sewers who welcomes him and encourages his desire to better the lives of himself and the community of Pareildas. He's put off by her words, but continues on and hears her out. As she leaves he keeps her words into consideration despite the absurdity (in comparison to life in Pareildas, anyway). There's newfound passion in him; and a drive to save Anatoli and the town from what the Mayor presents as futility.

Personal Notes: Pyotr really gave more insight into this bleak small world with his character. My sadness turned to dread as Anatoli closed the door behind him, leaving Pyotr by his lonesome. I found Pyotr's frustration to be very relatable; he's at a loss but does not want to feel helpless and his breakdown at dinner really highlights that for the player. He's more confrontational than Anatoli due to his fear of stagnation, and it makes an amazing contrast for his route to have us venture in a place unknown, seemingly shifting in front of Pyotr (and our) eyes.

A Long-Burning Love

Pyotr and Anatoli have opposite fears but they both originate from a common ground: a desire for better life. Their concern for their living situation isn't based on self-interest but love for one another. While the majority of the game features them separated from each other (so that we can explore the horror of the game), it leads to the interactions and loving banter between them becoming all the more sweet and the sections in which they ponder about the other all the more heart-wrenching. Even without the more direct verbal communication they try to reassure one another and find comfort to keep out the dread, if only for a little while.

[belovedblabber]

It was so lovely working with you again, thank you so much👏

Everyone look at this gorgeous art of my bastard man✨

He isn't what you'd call trustworthy but hey, he never lies! Do not let him talk you into anything

illustration commission for @belovedblabber of John 🔥 Better mind yourself, if you're looking to make some deals... commission info here

[i-hope-this-is-a-phase]

Hi everyone,

As most of you know, Donald Trump has been called as the next President of the United States of America. Moreover, his party (the Republicans) have won both the House and the Senate.

A lot of us are feeling upset, scared, and maybe a little bit doomed. And all those feelings are perfectly reasonable: feel them, let it hurt, and then let them go.

Because we are going to be proven right, and we need our best fighters ready:

My teacher once described American democracy as a pendulum. When we swing left, within a few years, there’s a swing to the right and vice versa.

After T. Wilson, there was Coolidge. After JFK there was Lyndon. After Obama there was Trump.

BUT, over the last century, the pendulum has CONSISTENTLY shifted more to the left than it has to the right. Women’s Right to Vote has stayed long after Wilson. The Civil Rights Act persisted through even Reagan’s presidency. And, Gay Marriage has persisted through Trump.

History is going to make us win.

There are always going to be those who resist change because they’re stubborn. I don’t blame em; we’re Americans. Stubborn is part of our nature. But the desire to change will prove them wrong as time trudges forward.

So, today, I ask you to feel the pain of today and let it strengthen your will for tomorrow. Because we have a battle to win :)

[loving-family-poll]

Ultimate Incest Tournament - Semifinals

Propaganda under the cut:

Sam/Dean:

I'm sorry but they have it all. children of metaphorical incest just continuing the cycle in any way they can. they are brothers and mother + son and wives and each other's scorned lovers and life partners they've had multiple infidelity arcs they are sexually psychopathic together they have forsook life and morality and the earth itself for each other and just love each other so much . They are literally in a heaven of their own making together for eternity, incestuously. Come on!!! Blueprint!!!!! It's not gay if he's your brother!!!!!

dean did stuff to sam's dead body in ahbl. i just know it

Messed-up, isolated sibs with all the daddy and abandonment issues. Their lives are so claustrophobic with the brothers no more than five feet apart in the car, a motel room, or standing next to civilians (face it, they are frigging magnets). Can't leave out that they are always touching each other to check for wounds which is a huge PLUS for any shipper.

Sam and Dean ARE literally the blowjob brothers. They walk into a situation and everyone goes well well well if it isn't the blowjob brothers....... And they say. Yep. That's us. And then they fix the situation with their epic love story

THE classic, iconic, show shopping, never done before etc. etc. incest ship. It changed fandom and it changed the world

Dave/Rose:

Daverose blondetwin sweep because they were codependent without ever meeting from growing up seeing each other in their dreams

What does it mean to be an abused teenage boy growing up alone and seeing a girl in your dreams every night who is also your best friend. and when you finally meet her you go on a suicide mission together even though nobody was asking you to die with her. and then you are the only two human beings left in the recognizable universe on a cold meteor surrounded by aliens but you’re glad it’s with her. and when you finally touch the girl from your childhood dreams she looks exactly like you. because she’s your sister

I don't have words for how good these snarky assholes are together. DaveRose is brain chemistry changing. They both put up so many fronts, and engage in so much snarky wordplay, and are constantly trying to get under each other's facade. They play off each other so well, witty and sharp, I need them to be together always

We all die & we all die alone are the two cold truths of the universe but dave and rose broke both simultaneously by ascending to godhood together

Their twincest wins because it is just so confusingly tragic? profound? dave leaving rose behind in a doomed world, dave following her to the bomb. they are both so closed & cut off & curt its hard to imagine the depth of these things. but that is their love language: giving up their lives for each other over and over, in a confusing and fumbling and heartfelt love song. i can’t say i love you but i know we’ll die together anyway. because we’re made of the exact same stuff. i’ll find you again at the last moment. that’s love.

THEY DIED TOGETHER, YOUR HONOR

Confirmed canon by the author, (something happened) between them. Parallels of dying by each other's sides in EVERY timeline. They are THE womb-to-tomb. There is nothing platonic about winking at your brother while talking about crushes, that shit is incestuous. Seer/Knight archetype. They will die protecting each other.

do you realize love someone if you don’t follow them on a suicide mission into the gaping maw of a literal fucking sun after they knock you out and psychoanalyze you in your dreams? the blueprint of the “ethereal androgynous blonde boygirl twins” trope. witch/knight dynamics. they find each other to die together in every timeline no matter what (but they’re still emotionally constipated teenagers who bicker and make fun of each other in pesterchum). kids with grown-up powers. perfect little freaks of nature. what if we looked exactly like each other’s eyes

[farsight-the-char]

Samus and Chief would have lesbian sex, Slayer-san would officiate their marriage, Issac would catch the bouquet.

Love wins.

[iocity]

Sanji’s bi awakening was a doomed yaoi from the jump :(( they hate to see gays winning. I was inspired by a friend :))

Full photo without text under the cut! And the reference!

[redvelvetcupcakes21]

For @gay-hypersexual

Hope you like it!

Chimney didn't figure that game night date would lead to the greatest show ever.

He was happily munching on popcorn as he realized the fun that was actually occurring would over take game night for him, Maddie, Hen, Karen, Buck, and Tommy.

It started as a joke.

Actually it started before that.

Tommy was cool.

In a lot of ways, Tommy was a cool guy.

But he sucked at charades and pictionary, add to that that Buck didn't know a lot of pop culture stuff- the couple was doomed to lose every round during game night.

It wasn't until a round with Chimney and Maddie led to Karen and Tommy being partnering off.

"How was I supposed to know you meant Marie Antoinette?" Chimney asked, trying to not laugh as Maddie rolled her eyes in annoyance. Clearly upset that her husband couldn't figure out the answer based on her drawing of a large decorative cake.

Maddie threw her hands in the air, "I drew a cake! Is that not a clue?"

Karen and Tommy, unprompted and insync, began to sing "Cake, cake, cake, cake."

The four friends looked at each other before looking at Karen and Tommy quizzically.

"What?" Karen asked looked affronted as Tommy shrugged and just explained "Its Rihanna."

Hen raised brow at that, confused by how effortlessly the two had the same exact reaction.

"That was the first thing you two thought of?" Hen asked, pointing at them back and forth.

Karen looked back at Tommy, a coy smile matching his as they high-fived each other, both laughing over about being "Team Navy!"

"You were in the army?" Buck asked, looking even more confused along with Maddie.

Hen and Chim could only groan in their hands.

"You know what? Just for fun, let's have Karen and Tommy be partners." Chimney suggested, ignoring Hens pout and mumble about being partnered with Buck.

Once it was settled that the points wouldn't matter and that it was just for fun since Chimney and Maddie were winning anyway.

("Boooooo!")

Karen was up to the board first, the topic was movies still.

She drew what looked like an ugly dog.

"Coyote ugly!"

"Yes!" Karen screeched excitedly.

Hens jaw dropped in awe."No. Freaking. Way." She shook her head. "That was a fluke!"

"You don't even guess the ones that I draw that are obvious!" Buck complained, crossing his arms.

"Try another one." Chimney suggested, tossing more popcorn into his mouth and grinning at how Maddie was giving him a look that warned him to not start something with their friends.

Karen took another pieces of paper from the hat they used to collect suggestions.

"Oh, okay." She frowned, jutting her lower lip and thinking what to draw.

She drew a rough sketch of a brain with hearts surrounding.

It took no more than a second for Tommy to snap his fingers and point at Karen with the widest grin. "A beautiful mind."

"YES!" She screamed, meeting him halfway for a hug.

"Nope, no. No freaking way. Because hoooow!?" Hen asked, with Buck at her side and looking at the drawing.

"That's clearly a brain and the hearts are pretty." Tommy explained simply.

Karen poked him playfully in the shoulders, " Just like us." She smiled jovially, she stuck out her tongue st her wife.

"Oooh. You think you two can keep this up during charades? Gesturing is a lot harder than drawing. Maybe this is a fluke?" Chimney hoped he sounded indifferent and not egging.

He wanted to see Hen and Buck loose their cool a little.

Or a lot because both of his friends were not comprehending how Karen figured out Tommy's gesturing to his flexed arms to mean "The Hulk" or how miming wrapping himself in something could mean the "The Mummy."

Chimney nearly choked on his popcorn as Hen, Buck, and Maddie accused them of cheating somehow when after Tommy correctly answered "Harlem Nights" when all Karen did was mime putting on a hat and playing the saxophone.

"It's not cheating." Karen argued, hands under her chin as she jokingly added, "Tommy just gets me." She feigned the dreamily sigh that caused the others to roll their eyes.

Tommy on the other hand looked giddy. "It must be our lesbian and gay aliance." He smiled, earning a laugh from Karen and a "What the hell am I? Chopped liver?" from Hen.

Buck looked mildly less annoyed about all this now, snorting a laugh as he added "Of course we would forget about the bisexuals now."

"I'm sure this is all a fluke." Maddie stated, patting Hen on the back as she walked up to take Karen's spot. "Let me try."

Karen nodded, smiling gleefully and taking back her glas of wine. "Go right ahead."

Maddie took her own piece of paper out, "Oh, this should be easy!"

She mimed putting something over her head and making a slashing motion with her hand.

"Scream?" Tommy suggested.

Maddie shook her head "no"

"NIightmare on elm street?"

No again.

"Friday the 13th?"

No again.

"Can I try?" Karen asked already standing up and taking the slip of paper out of Maddies hand. "Oh. This is easy." Karen mimed yelling, throwing her arms up and looking drastically around.

"I know what you did last summer!" Tommy jumped up excitedly just as Karen yelled again "YES!" and jumped into his arms.

"Oh this is some bull!" Hen declared, noticing how Buck was smiling at how excited Tommy was. Hen frowned, perplexed she asked "Weren't you just pissed off about this a few seconds ago? Why do you look so happy now?"

Buck bumped his shoulder into Hens. "He's been feeling guilty still."

"Guilty?"

Buck gave her a knowing look.

Hen could feel her expression soften as she realized what Buck meant. "Really? He does know we forgave him, right?"

Buck shrugged, "Yeah, but he still feels bad and he always felt like Karen never exactly forgave him either so seeing them like this...I don't mind losing a few games if that means Tommy and Karen are having fun together. I want Tommy to feel like he can be himself around us."

Hen looked up and saw Karen and Tommy laughing over their new found power. "You know this means that he's just going to come over to our place for wine Wednesday with Chimney, right?"

Buck nodded, lips pressed together to keep from laughing, "Oh, get ready for craft beer Thursday because it's coming."

Hen rolled her eyes but laughed maniacally along with Buck as they overheard Karen invite Tommy for wine Wednesday.