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#he's so boyfriend it hurts

serendipminie · 11 months

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Dark-haired Seunghyub aesthetic (fluffy boyfriend vers.) for sweet mutual @seunghyubtual

I know it's not Sunday but... I just had to celebrate your new url~ I hope you like this collage!

#seunghyub #n.flying #lee seunghyub #nflying #aesthetic #seunghyub aesthetic #love him #he's so boyfriend it hurts #he's so boyfriend #ezra❤️🍂#kpop pic collage

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tahdashi · 2 years

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OMG LUKE IT BOY YESSSS

sayu i love this theme babe <33

AHH HE IS THE NEW IT BOY i can't stop thinking about him </3 so smart so pretty so protective :,) thank you sm bby <33

#he's so Boyfriend it hurts #you and keiji in your pfp i'm sobbing my eyes out cutest couple in the world #💌: cali #from the stars

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bisexualmultifandommess · 1 month

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So what I need is for season 2 is Crystal and Charles to slowly start loosing feelings for each other in the first ep or maybe they’ve already lost them (but angst maybe that Edwin hasn’t realised) and Charles starts to develop feelings for Edwin and Niko comes back and Crystal starts developing feelings for her.

We get some jealous Charles and Crystal because Edwin and Niko start getting attention from new characters but Edwin and Niko kind of don’t realise/ignore it because they love Charles and Crystal so much.

#I saw that first meeting between crystal and niko and thought they’d fall in love #but nooo crystal was just mesmerised by the colours lmao #I want edwin to show his protective side for charles a little more too #like he definitely was protective of him this season but charles had more protective moments #I need edwin to go feral because someone hurt or upset his boyfriend #I’ve never read the comics so my only experience with these characters is the show #dead boy detectives #dead boy detectives spoilers #edwin paine #edwin payne #charles rowland #crystal palace #niko sasaki #painland #payneland #edwin x charles #charles x edwin #niko x crystal #crystal x niko

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levi-lev · 1 month

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"I unconsciously stepped back. My back hit something. I turned my head. Looked up. It was Sung Hyunjae. He was looking down at me. Our eyes met. He looked surprised. He seemed a little flustered, unusually enough for him. He gripped my shoulders and spun me around.

Sung Hyunjae wrapped his arms around me. My field of view, and my face, were completely covered."

(Chapter 210 - @sfstranslations )

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vegaseatsass · 13 days

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Since I'm still thinking about Ming today... Let us compare Three Mings.

1. Ming when he's Scared*

*caught off guard by domesticity/affection and how much he likes and wants it

2. Ming when he's Trying*

*to fix the shit he does when he's scared, but still seem cool and controlled (of highest priority always)

3. Ming when he's Scared*

*deeply fucking terrified, scrambling, on the precipice of a complete break from sense and reason which he shan't recover from for years

And the thing is, which of these Mings do you think stays with Joe in his bones, in his gut. Which of these Mings are the Mings Joe remembers and thinks of as true?

Ming my babygirl, you have so so soooo much more Trying to try.

#from i'm not your boyfriend to you wouldn't want me to be your boyfriend to you can't LIVE without me as your boyfriend #which is the truth ming? like WE know but does joe?#i was specifically thinking about this wrt the jealousy fight #ming who is lying: WHY WOULD I EVER BE JEALOUS OF YOU? DON'T BE SO FULL OF YOURSELF #ming who is honest later: fine. i was jealous. /cutely eats noodles and smiles #joe is so happy in the latter moment #but which of those moments is he going to take with him ming?#which of those moments is going to loom large in his mind about first his self-worth and later his trust in you and your feelings?#ming tells joe of course i'm happy and is telling the truth #but first he lied so many times about not really wanting or needing to be here #you chose me joe! i didn't choose you! this is just whatever to me you're just a stand-in #and those lies hurt and hit so much harder than the pockets of truth #long before the chains came out... ming you really fumbled this bag #my stand in #mingjoe #dear diary

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beanghostprincess · 4 months

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I just know that Sabo dating Sanji would mean Sabo being extremely protective of him when it comes to the Vinsmokes. Somebody mentions them in front of Sanji and Sabo smiles menacingly, his eye twitches, his neck cracks and he starts setting himself on fire.

#he tilts his head 90 degrees and it cracks and he's like 'hahaha what did you say about my boyfriend'#he's so scary sometimes i love him #he be crashing the skulls of whoever hurts sanji #one piece #black leg sanji #revolutionary sabo #sabosan

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serendipminie · 10 months

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Dark-haired Seungsik aesthetic (fluffy boyfriend vers.) for sweet mutual @jongside

Sorry not sorry, I had to make several pic collages... I don't think you'll complain though~

#victon seungsik #seungsik #the soft sikkie #the boyfriend #love this #kpop #kpop pics #kpop pic collage #victon pic collage #fanny🖤💎#boyfriend aesthetic #he's so boyfriend #he's so boyfriend it hurts

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argayle · 1 year

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willel are not the best friends fanon makes them out to be. they are siblings. will eats the last of the eggos and el has a meltdown on him. el steals will’s good paints and he refuses talk to her for three days. will is chilling in his room listening to music with the door closed? not anymore. el has barged in, stuck her tongue out at him, and left the door open. el hogs the tv. will hogs the bathroom. both complain until jonathan drives them to the shops. el might use her psychic powers to trip will’s bullies, but she also uses them to steal his blanket when they’re sitting together on the couch.

but mike and el? those two are best friends. Mike and El are the ones that sit on the floor by El’s bed, talking shit about the stupid people in their classes. Mike is the person who lets El play with his hair. Will? Wear nail polish? Never. But the makeover El gives Mike behind closed doors… it’s eye opening, to say the least. But that’s pretty much the extent of their “girly” activities. Mike complains whenever El pulls him out of the house to go on nature walks or slouches around the driveway while El naively attempts to entice him into a game of pickup. It never works, and they end up sitting in the grass, and Mike gets a sunburn.

#willel #byler #down with mike/el friendship erasure!#i’m a bi mike truther and i think the REASON mileven isn't working is ironically because mike loves el #but even though he loves her #he can't figure out what feels so off about their relationship. like he likes girls. and he loves el. so what's the problem?#the problem is that they're best friends but he's never seen boy-girl friendships and is trying to force himself into a role that is just #unnatural to their actual dynamic #basically i don’t buy the interpretation the mike was intentionally lying during his monologue #or that mike feel he doesn’t really know el because they jumped into a relationship so quickly #because there is LOVE there. it’s just not romantic. and he doesn’t want to hurt her.#he’s afraid that if he’s not the perfect boyfriend or if he hurts her with the truth then he will lose her forever #anyways just my thoughts

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factorialsotherfandoms · 9 months

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Philza looks better in his usual clothes, Bad thinks, but still terrible. Perched on a lamp between his children's beds, a blanket pulled tight across his shoulders, sleep deprivation in his eyes... Bad is not really surprised he has called someone to speak to, just is confused as to why its him.

Bad has better things to do. Like look for the eggs. And search for the eggs. And interrogate Federation Workers about the eggs.

But then, Philza also has better things to do than just sit there and stare at him.

So Bad stares back.

Eventually, eventually, Philza breaks the stalemate and speaks.

"What do you know of dreams?"

Bad raises an eyebrow at the comment, unsure what that could lead to, and even more confused as to why it was him called here to handle this.

In the end, he settles for the simplest answer. "People have them when they sleep."

Philza hums in return, eyes skittering a little frantically. He adjusts his position to be a little higher, but holds himself lower, peering down, "… you know my wife, yes?"

Now there is a loaded question. Bad tilts his head to one side.

"Kristin."

"Yes," Bad answers, seeing no reason to hide it now. Part-time grim reaper, Goddess of Death... Of course her husband knows something. "I work for her, on occasion."

"And you would kill anyone - myself, yourself - if we were a threat to the eggs?"

"Yes."

"Even Skeppy?"

Bad's nose twitches, warning in his tone. "He's not /here/, Philza."

Philza gives Bad an unimpressed look.

"If he was /somehow/ a threat to Dapper? Yes. Happy?"

Somehow Philza looks like he both tenses and relaxes at that answer. He moves as though to sit on the lamp he is perching on, before realising what he is doing and slipping onto the mossy floor.

"I had a dream while I was asleep," Philza says instead of answering the question. "But, the longer I am awake, the less like a dream it seems."

"Dreams usually work the other way," Bad frowns, checking his evidence in his mind. He does not really know much - Philza was missing for nine days, claims to have been asleep and woke up in his basement, and a potato and a poppy appeared on his person in that time. Bad suspects the Federation has done something to the old crow, probably made him some sort of sleeper agent, but… If Philza is willing to trust him, Bad supposes he can give him the benefit of the doubt and assume any betrayal is unwilling.

"I remember it too well," Philza replies, and Bad frowns some more - it is the opposite reaction most people have to the Federation. "I don't usually remember my dreams, or have them that vivid, or have space so perfect in them. I laughed it off to Tubbo, pretended I usually have dreams like that, but… Even my dreams of my world are not as clear as that."

"And you were left with the potato and the poppy after," Bad keeps his voice level. He tries very hard to keep his voice level as his mind runs away, wondering what is up. "You don't usually wake up in the basement either?"

"I should wake up where I fall asleep," Philza points at the chair. "I sat down, I told myself I wouldn't spend a night anywhere else until the eggs were back. I dreamt. I woke up in the basement."

There's something a bit distant to Philza's voice which Bad does not like, but does not like in the way of children crying in their rooms, or the thought of Baghera alone in the Federation's hands, or the silence which now reigns over his dungeon-home. He does not like it in ways of betrayal and pain and fire, either, but he is old. He knows better how to deal with those.

"… Are you not going to ask me?" Philza asks.

"Do I need to?" Bad asks back.

It must be the correct answer, as Philza gives a laugh.

"In the maybe-dream, I woke up in the chair," Philza says, pointing towards it. "The trapdoor was gone - it might have been when I went to bed, too, but the memory is hazy."

Interesting, Bad would say. He half remembers the trap door being missing on Monday as well, when he went to check on Chayanne and Tallulah's beds, but in not paying attention… It was there by Saturday, so Bad really is not sure either if he made that up.

"I thought I heard a sound in the basement, so I went to look. There was a box with two new pot plants, one on each side. The box was… one of those new ones, like Toby has on his burnt up platform? The dyeable ones - it was Tallulah's purple. Inside were a lot of poppies, and a book."

"A book?"

"Right," Philza frowns as he talks, sinking deeper into the mossy floor. "I don't remember exactly what it said, but it was about an old crow whose children were missing. I thought… I think I thought it was Tallulah sassing me - you know how it is - for not being here when they hurt… At the end was an instruction to travel light, and a set of coordinates."

It sounds like a trap. Bad doesn't say that - he knows Philza must know that, but he also knows that if he saw something written maybe by Dapper… Bad wouldn't hesitate to do what it said. Not a chance, not when his child might need him. So, Bad doesn't say anything, he just nods.

"Do you know my nest?" Philza asks, almost out of the blue.

"Your nest?" Bad blinks, trying to string it together.

Philza is already moving for the nearby warp access. "I'll leave a red sharestone. If you walk to spawn, it'll be ready by the time you get there. You should probably have it, just… bring anyone else. Not even Dapper - the eggs bought Tubbo, but nobody else knows. It's our safe place. But… nowhere's really safe. And I can't always be there to save them."

It's a branch of trust that Bad has been offered, one he isn't sure he deserves but is absolutely not going to turn down. If Philza's children like it then, yes, he needs to know. In case they are ever hurt there, in case one of the children needs their uncle Bad.

He walks the shirt distance to spawn, chewing over so far. It's not hard to work out why Philza is in a spin, but Bad is missing some of the puzzle. He hates having half of an answer more than none at all, but at least he seems to be getting everything about /this/ question the old bird knows.

Sure enough, by the time he has worked out which of the sharestones Philza meant by the red one, there's another option just reading 'bad uppies?'.

It's kinda funny, and funnier still when he takes it and ends up… up. High in the sky, so high he can see the peaks of great pillars of stone, and the top of a fortress-dungeon, but not the floor.

"Take the warpstone," Philza gestures to the centre as he puts the sharestone away. "Just in case."

"Just in case," Bad repeats.

The warpstone is itself called 'uppies', and it is a nest that is not quite a nest. It is suspended in the air, not in a tree, and made of harsh stone not twigs. A few bits of furniture are scattered about, however, and a brightly coloured rug. Signs from the children learning new words, and a lip at the edge to stop anyone tripping to their demise. If Bad's timeline is correct about the word learning task, it must have been the last place Philza took his children before he left for a week - and they vanished.

"The coordinates were near here," Philza says, then pauses. "Not super close, but closer than anything else. About another thousand south, if you have your glider?"

"Not grapples?"

"I remember the exact route I took in the dream, not the numbers," Philza shrugs a little, smiles self-depreciatingly. "Never was any good with numbers or words. If I do it differently, we might not get there." Bad hums, and nods - to know the entire route in a dream? Very strange - and follows as Philza jumps from the southern edge. Follows him to one snowy peak.

"I stopped here to get my stamina back," Philza explains when Bad also lands. "I was in a rush for my eggs, but I know how bad that fall can be."

Bad nods again; they continue.

They land at the edge of some water and a village, then walk the rest of the way in silence. Philza's steps are very certain, too certain to have only walked it once in a dream and a second time guided by one, and Bad checks over his inventory.

Just in case it is a trap. He doesn't think Philza could fake this confusion enough to willingly lead him into a trap, but that only stops it happening if he knows what he's doing.

Philza leads Bad to a patch of hill where the trees are strangely cut. A couple of hummingbirds sit, tame, on the floor.

"There was a giant birdhouse here," Philza says. "It was cute - I remember thinking Chayanne and Tallulah had built it. Should really have noticed the windows were made of reinforced concrete," another, self-hating chuckle. "Inside… so many hummingbirds. And… And Chayanne's floaty, and Tallulah's hat. Next to them was a book. I explored a little, looking to see if the eggs, were there, before going back for it - 'A Cage for a Cage' the book read."

From Philza's flinch that means something - Bad isn't sure what, but he can make a few guesses.

"Then Cucurucho was behind me, laughing. I begged him, threatened him, asked for the eggs. But he just kept laughing as he ran out of the door. Sealed me in with reinforced something or other 'I hope you enjoy the island' my ass."

Philza seethes, and Bad expects him done. He still gives him a moment before asking, "and then you woke up?"

"No," Philza frowns further. "That's the strange part. I cried myself to sleep wrapped around their items. I dreamt… more like I usually dream - of my home, of my hardcore world, small glimpses. /Then/ I woke up. Still in the birdhouse. I knew it had been a long time, then, days at least - I was hungry despite all the golden apples. The hummingbirds were sat on me, but the book and the eggs' things? Gone."

Dreams inside dreams? A continuious narrative broken by another sleep? A walk remembered fully and that maps onto reality one to one? Bad can see why Philza is suspicious.

"The door was different, too, no longer a security door but this cute flower covered thing. When I opened it, it just… lead me out. And there was a path over… this way?" Philza leads Bad along, maybe a minute's walk through the trees at most.

"You remember in the nether there were the half destroyed Federation booths?"

Bad nods; he does.

"There was… kinda like one of those, just here. Two partial walls, a bit of a roof, some floor. A table with two chairs - Cucurucho at one, watching me. I screamed for him to give my eggs back. He gave me a book. It…" Philza takes a deep breath. "It teased me for falling for the trap so easily, then it told me I had to wake up - if I didn't wake up soon, I never would."

Dream fudgery, maybe? Bad already suspects memory alteration, so the Federation implanting dreams, or otherwise messing with them, is not impossible. Or, perhaps, making reality into something dreamlike.

Bad knows Philza was neither in his chair nor in his basement last night, but Philza doesn't seem to.

"I was confused, then I woke up in the basement, right by where the box had been. But no box, all my items from before back… just with the extra poppy and potato in my inventory. And Pierre yelling outside asking if I was okay. Wasn't really time not to be, what with the Duck's messgae starting right after he dragged me down to spawn."

Bad hmms to himself and watches Philza check the floor again, looking for quartz that very definitely isn't there. He is not really sure what the angel wants from him. It certainly doesn't make Bad less suspicious - the Federation could easily have implanted other orders into his dreams, ones Philza won't know about until they are triggered - but maybe that's the point.

"I don't sleep like that, either. Never that long. Too easy for someone to sneak up on you," Philza frowns. "Tubbo suggested the food at the party was drugged, but for all I took I barely ate any. Why wouldn't someone else have passed out too?"

"Tubbo's… interesting," Bad offers, not even sure what he means by that himself.

Philza laughs, and its something a little manic, "I was asleep a week and despite Fit and Pac's best efforts he broke into the Federation twice, found the room the happy pills were forced on people, and got shot. And made enough factories I pass out from the air quality if I walk too fast through his base. Interesting's a word for it, mate."

"The Federation is messing with your brain," Bad says, rather than address the imploding disaster which is Tubbo. "I don't know what exactly, but… while you were asleep, people loosing memories was talk of the island."

"I /know/," Philza snaps. "How do you think I don't know they've done something to me? Who the fudge else would be able to break my reinforced trap door entirely? One way or another that was gone when I woke up that Saturday, and the party was real, and the maze? But it was there when I woke up for Carre. But it was a dream, it was just a dream, but now I have a flower and a potato and that can't have been a dream, but it has to have been. I had dreams inside that dream, Bad! How do I even know this is real? That I'm talking to you now? That I'm not still trapped in that stupid birdhouse? That the island is even real? That any of you are real? That this isn't some… Isn't some fevered dream as I die of some ancient illness I picked up from the sniffers. What if- What is even real, Bad? Is there even a reality? Do our eggs- I don't- I don't know any more."

It's then that Bad thinks that, maybe, he has worked it out - the illusive thing which Philza wants from him. He thinks of how, as soon as he saw him after the eggs went missing, Philza just stepped up and offered him a hug. How, for a moment, the world was real and for a few seconds Bad felt safe and like his skin was his own. Neither of them have any answers, Bad can't even promise this is real in the end.

But he can open up his arms, so he does.

Philza collapses into them, gripping onto his hoodie as he lets out an ear-splitting shriek. Once, twice, and then it calms slightly into choked off sobs and half-chirped phrases both apologising and doubting and Philza cursing himself.

Some birds scatter, others peer down from the nearby, fudged up trees.

"I'm here," is all Bad can offer to the man in his arms. "You didn't do anything wrong," it tastes like a lie and yet Bad can't tell where the mistake was.

"I'm real, and I've got you."

Nearby one of the blue hummingbirds starts flying away. Bad does not trust it; he leans close and whispers, "where's your closest warp to mine? Let's go there where we can sit down."

Philza gives him the name, and Bad encourages him to warp - promises to follow. He watches for Philza's name disappearing and then reappearing on the map.

And then he grins a little sharp, turning his face out into the woods. "I don't appreciate spies."

Something atarts running; Bad lights a match, and starts a forest fire.

Surrounded by flames, he warps after Philza.

He has muffins at home. Muffins will cheer Philza up a bit, yes? They can have muffins, and coffee, and hug on the couch, and work out who they need to kill.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp philza #qsmp bbh #what is this? it is what it is #hurt/comfort #I think #Philza's doing his best to cope so hard but its a bit flexible #something something he seemed pretty convinced it was a dream to tubbo but not so much once he was alone...#'would you kill me/yourself/your off island boyfriend if they were threats to our children' as a trust test #bbh and philza are both going through it

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heretherebedork · 3 months

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I love Do Han, okay? He is trying to balance his love for his brother with the truth he can't share with him and the lie he's living and the family he's trying to not be responsible for and the life he wants to lead that means he always has to leave Ji Han behind, every single time.

Do Han living a free and happy life means that he cannot be the brother he wishes he could to Ji Han and that's so painful to him.

It's how he knows his brother and worries and how much he wants to be who he cannot be if he ever wants to own his own truth... this is a man who is marrying his best friend in a marriage contract so he doesn't have to come out as gay because he knows that coming out as gay will destroy his family and his life but who also cannot face the life he will have if he stays in the closet with someone who doesn't know, who cannot bring himself to lie to a woman to marry her but must forever lie to his brother for fear of what might be.

How does he face this? How does he face his own fear of being fully seen by the people in his life because he is certain that there is no way for him to be accepted as himself versus his love for them? Do Han was free for five years in New York and now he's returned to living a lie that he wants nothing to do with but is absolutely trapped in if he ever wants freedom again.

(Can he truly have freedom again, someday, or will he never again escape and how badly is he willing to hurt the family he loves for his own need and desire? How long can he stay in the closet for their sake when all he yearns for is the life he lead away from them while also wishing he could be there with them at the same time?)