oh my fucking arc,. oh my gi. on mnby arceus. oh my hofn. ohmy. ooi my .god. oh my arceus.

thought this art of Blaine should be it’s own post!💜

WHATS UP IM BACK WITH MORE ABOUT MY GAYASS BROTHER AND HIS "FRIEND"

they have taken to sleeping in the same bed regularly

i have checked in on them in the morning and they were cuddling

they play minecraft together and i joined once to bug them and im 90% sure i saw their beds next to each other

they watch youtube together and they'll lay against each other and on at least 2 occasions they've fallen asleep like that

offical diagnosis: gay

-subway anon

your brother and his friend are dating bro

you say that. As though i don't like the little man known as known subway

haha gayass ur gay for me gayyyyyyy

Being Bi Sexual in a long-term Straight Relationship is one of the hardest things for me

I have struggled (more than ever) with my self discovery these past 10 months.

In August of 2016 I went to study abroad for a semester, leaving my boyfriend of nearly 4 years back home. While studying abroad I made some great friends, one in particular who was like the other half I never knew I didn’t have. She was beautifully open minded, hilarious beyond belief and had a genuinely dirty mind. She was everything.

Let’s call her “D”

 At first she was just the perfect friend. I lived in a culture where hand-holding, arm intertwining and sleeping on each other in public was accepted for same-sex friends. 

I had already been interested in a few girls before while with my boyfriend, but I felt like it was just an escape from some boring cycle I trapped myself in with this one person. Forever and always. I told myself that I was just bored and that’s why I would reach out to people. But after being friends with D for about a month, I could feel myself flirting. I was holding her more often, looking at her to make private jokes, standing next to her rather than my other friends and blushing when she looked at me. We started making jokes that we were dating or soul mates, or that we have sex with each other. I didn’t know anymore if she was only half joking like I was. 

I remember telling her if we both didn’t have boyfriends, I would want to be with her; I tried to make it sound like a joke. She said she felt the same. I didn’t know anything anymore. In my mind, everything was pink and red hot swirls one second, and then cold blue the next when I thought of the guilt of even having a boyfriend that existed in another country. 

On the last night I was abroad, we went to a watch tower; all of us friends together. We all squeezed into a tram car, me and D squished together, facing one another. I could feel myself blushing. My body felt hot and I just wanted to lean over and kiss her. I wanted to kiss her in front of everyone in that Tram so fucking badly. 

I should have fucking kissed her. In the Tram. In the airport saying goodbye to her. On the escalator in the subway. I never did. Because I had a boyfriend and I was scared. If I did anything, I would lose everything back home. She could end up not liking me. Everything could just be a phase and I would have risked everything just to kiss her. I was just too scared.

I got home and I kept in touch with her. Her boyfriend broke up with her after summer vacation because he couldn’t deal with being so far apart. I was happy in some sick selfish way, and upset because she was upset over breaking up with her boyfriend. I gave her space because I’m not a fucking creep who pounces on someone right after they’ve been dumped, but a few weeks passed and she began talking about other boys. Boys. Because she is straight. After weeks of getting jealous, I finally said something about how I feel. I opened disaster for myself right then. I blew up and exposed my gayass crush on some girl who never openly said she liked women. I told some KID (she’s younger than me) that I liked her and made it way too personal because I had been drinking that night (like many nights around this time). I couldn’t fucking handle myself. It had been a few months since I had left and I still felt something for her. It couldn’t have been something just to get away from the boringness of my hetero-vanilla relationship with my very caring and dedicated boyfriend. (I’m v sorry boyf). It is still taking time to get over the image I have of her. She told me she wanted to kiss me too. She told me I confused her. She made me feel like if I pushed enough, if I worked hard for her, maybe I could convince her. I was wrong.

I eventually had to accept that she doesn’t like me because she doesn’t like women, and really accept the idea that I’m bisexual. It’s hard. She is still my “friend” and she contacts me often, despite the fact that I spilled out my disgusting gay guts to her. I think I still hold hope in my heart that maybe if she sees me thin and beautiful, she’ll like me back. I want to believe it, because accepting that she won’t is just too painful. 

THEY SLEPT IN THE SAME BED

-Subway anon

GAYASS