#they are all bisexuals your honor

[c-hrona]

Me drawing Mashwood material in bisexual lighting??

Is more likely than you think, more under the cut!

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

I have a feeling I'm gonna be using this gif so fucking often.... 😆

[crownedinmarigolds]

I saw THIS POST and immediately had to make it about my Stakebait Coterie... (I tried to find the OG post they got it from. I have no idea what number 5 is.)

Art by me, @the-art-block and @its-sixxers!~

[littlebirdy0301]

[tepli-mravenci]

I've been watching Shirayuki-hime and this is all I have to say send post

[biopsssihozz]

i am WAY behind schedule for the pride aaaart we are only on color twoooooo. but ill make it happen. i have to. [incert: ATEEZ - Work]

anyways.

i have watched untamed like…. last month? i cannot say im obsessed….. but i am like 7 ships deep on ao3 and there seems to be no end for the content, so ….. anyways, i am currently very much in love with jiang chen and like a week ago i was very deep into lan xichen angst, so this was meant to happen.

pride color two - blue

gay lan xichen x bi jiang chen

[spookiedogg]

Day 7: Pride

[grechkathekasha]

behind every evil emo gay person is an even gayer, more emo and more evil person (they’re also in love)

[ubejamjar]

glimpse of the past // rhoswen

the problem wasn't that she was bad for me, it's that i was never good for her.

[shieldmaiden19]

The Bridgerton boys really are all hoes.

Anthony - the ‘so intense it makes him stupid’ hoe

Benedict - the ‘hoe for a good cause’

Colin - the ‘self-absorbed, dumb of ass’ hoe

[livingdeadvoid]

Bruce: All my kids turned out gay, I don't understand it.

Dick:

Jason:

Tim:

Damian:

Clark, who was staying over there for the ninth night in a row: Yeah, I honestly have no clue.

[sunnysam-my]

Fellas is it gay?

Fellas is it gay to:

Not disagree when your bro admits to sharing a "profound bond" with you in front of you brother

Rebel against your cult like family and what they stand for for your bro (this works for both lol)

Do everything your bro ask you to (this too)

Trust your bro and try to defend him even when you know he be lying

Constantly sacrifice yourself for your bro (again, works both ways)

Stand under a mistletoe hanging above your heads when your bro is saying "I'll watch over you." to you

Stare at your bro's lips when he's standing way to close

Walk so close that you're brushing again eachother when you don't do that with anyone else

Have night movie dates in your bed with your bro and only him, watching cowboy movies and old gay musicals

Call your bro "the closest thing to family you ever had" together with your actual brother and adoptive father

Put your bro in his own separate category when talking about losing your friends family and him

Constantly argue like an old married couple

Call your bro "Sunshine" (happened twice btw)

Both of you be completely shattered and lost without the other around

Have a break up that looks like a typical couple break up and not friends falling out/fighting

Not rejecting your bro when he confesses his undying love to you, even when you can't reciprocate and instead just beg him to not leave you

Understand eachother without words, even when you say one thing and think other

Be the only person your bro will listen to when they're stubborn

Wanting to die with the other one

Mourning the death of your bro so badly you become completely depressed and angry at everyone, hiding away and praying to God to bring your bro back

Constantly be called your bro's boyfriend by others and never denie it

Constantly say classic lines straight out of romance movie

Be your bro's biggest weakness

Be disturbed, jealous and dislike when your bro is with someone else

Be more eager to hug your bro than your own brother, practically jumping into eachother's arms after realising he is fine since the last time you saw him

My God, they're so gay I can't. And then they are like "nah, them? in love? you delulu". LIKE HONEY, I'M NOT THE ONE WHO MADE MULTIPLE DIRECT REFERENCES TO QUEER MOVIES AND CULTURE! There are so many other moments where they are so obviously queer outside of their relationship.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price interview on the set of "The Masque of the Red Death" 1964

[ponyartistbrainiac]

I have been practicing drawing humanoids so have a picture of my WOL missing her two favorite boys, Her husband Aymeric and Estinien someday I will write her story out. probably just for myself. I am not sure anyone would be super interested in that her name is Xirtelt Dotharl

[taissaswifelowkey]

it’s friday i’m in love

afab reader and ani

a/n: more ani brain rot and exams are hereee so idk this is really short. i might have more ideas within the next few weeks if college and personal life doesn’t get in the way 🗣️‼️ ALSOOO i realised that i would always write the action after the dialogue when i can just put them together?? i seriously need to wake up 💀🙏 proofread but there might be typos leave any feedback if you have any, enjoy reading you already knowwww

warnings: none this is just pure gay ani brainrot. kissing, cuddling, so gayyy

it starts below the cut 🤠

Ani was looking at your figure from the living room, watching as you prepared breakfast. She insisted to help but every time she did you waved her away with a kiss, insisting that she stayed on the couch while you handle the rest. It was the rare occasion where she had a few days off and you invited her to your place. As soon as she got up your door you made sure to take care of everything so that she wouldn’t waste her energy.

While she did still wanted to help you with breakfast, the sight of you in a top and shorts offered her a pleasant distraction. The background noise of the television, the light streaming from the window and your distracted hums made the scene look oddly domestic. She wondered what it would be like to wake up every morning like this, to have you around her. Like an actual…couple? You didn’t had that conversation as yet as far as she was concerned. It’s not that she wasn’t ready. But there are things in her own life that still needed to be tweaked and organised. You wouldn’t judge her, no matter what, but there were layers to uncover.

“It’s ready.” You announced, placing your plates and cups on a tray. She smiles as you place it on the coffee table, pulling you down for a soft kiss in thanks.

“You really didn’t had to do all of that.”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll do more.”

A slight flush creeps up her face when you serve her first, the simple action enough for her to feel warmth in her chest. You’d always put her first.

You eat and talk at the same time, laughing at whatever silly joke was on the television, and cuddling close when your plates were empty. She was now settled on top of you, a blanket draped over your bodies as her eyes were trained on the screen. Your gaze shifted from the show to her, admiring her features. Her dark eyes, the tinsel strands in her hair and the way her lips would quirk whenever she’d smile. You get a weird feeling of déjà-vu, that somehow you’ve already been like this with her, that it’s where you two are supposed to be.

“So...” Her voice interrupts your thoughts, slightly startling you. She laughs and kisses your nose, loving how you kiss her cheek in return.

“So...?”

“You were staring.”

“I was?” Sometimes you did not realise you would. Always chalking it up to you zoning out when really she’s the home who’d get you in this inescapable haze, the kind of which you wanted to stay in.

“Yeah, you totally were.”

“I’m sorry. So sorry. I was just, I don’t know. You’re too pretty and beautiful it almost feels like I’m hopeless.” You breathlessly whisper, your words failing you as you find yourself to be pushed in.

“I make you feel hopeless?”

“In all the ways you could think of.” Your eyes locked in on hers, completely lost in them. The way you looked up at her, as if she was the only thing in the world with something similar to reverence was enough for her to block out anything that wasn’t you.

She moved to sit on your hips, your heart instantly hammering. It was unfair how she made you lose any sense of yourself. Her hands inched to yours, interlocking them on your chest.

“Tell me.”

“About?”

“How you are hopeless. I’m curious.”

“I don’t think there can be words to describe how much you’ve got a hold on me.” You’re silent for a bit, lifting her hands to your lips, pressing kisses on each knuckle. “You’ve got me right where you want and I don’t want to leave.”

Her heart skips a beat at your words. If it where from anyone else she’d surely feel skeptical and possibly irked at how saccharine the sentiment is, but the way you lean your forehead against hers while looking up at her stops any further imaginings of anyone else pronouncing your words.

“I love you.” She whispers without any thought, the words easily escaping her.

“I love you too.”

You can feel her hot breath skimming your lips, her eyes meeting your ones clouded with complete love and intoxication. You slowly leaned in, flickering between her eyes and her lips, silently asking her for permission. She makes the first move. It’s loving, gentle and so sweet you think you’d melt from the attention. Her hands hold your face, loving the heat she can feel beneath your skin.

Breathlessly gasping for air, you pull back, feeling dizzy. For a moment you think you’d allow her to steal all of your oxygen.

“That’s how hopeless you make me feel.” It’s a miracle how you manage to speak while having her near you like this, the only words running through your mind right now being her name. The light reflects her skin, casting an unreal glow that makes her look like an angel. It’s a sight you wish you could witness in every part of your life.

“I gathered.” She teases moving one of her hands to your chest to feel your heartbeat. “So you really feel this way? Even when I’m not around?”

“Always.” You kiss her one last time, your hands running through her hair, massaging her scalp in the way you know offers her comfort.

She watches you as you’re lost in whatever is happening on the television but knows a part of your attention is still focused on her, your gentle pecks on her cheek every now and then telling enough. Your warm fingers trails under her shirt, her body pressing against yours in seconds. She shifts impossibly closer, her lips ghosting your neck, nearly rendering you weak at the featherlight touch of her lips.

Maybe one day, you’ll have a discussion. You’re already part of her life and she wouldn’t mind taking extra steps to be part of yours.

[hearteyedbunny]

this looked so fun so i wanted to do it with my boys!!! 💚💚💚

original template is here!