Tumgik
#im so motherfucking gay
leckmeinestiefel · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
6 notes · View notes
pxper-cranes · 2 years
Text
They did it. They finally, properly did it
Tumblr media
✨💅Congratulations to Velma Dinkley for having a big fat gay crush on screen✨💅
Tumblr media
Well now I know what I'm finishing my Mystery Incorporated binge with :)
2K notes · View notes
anonymocha · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media
are you gonna be there with me?
taco bell commercial song got me dyking
69 notes · View notes
bluemantics · 9 months
Text
Lance breathed in a ragged breath.
In, out.
The soot fogged up his helmet, choking him up, but he still pushed onward. Step after step after step. In, out. His breathing was labored. His armor was dirtied. His limbs ached.
“Keith?” Pidge’s voice rang out over the comms.
Keith had come after Lance when the Galra had made the threat, when Lance dove down into that waste of a planet. At first, he’d been held back by Shiro. Keith was somewhere on this planet now, but Lance couldn’t focus on him. He had other priorities. Keith would be fine.
In, out.
Lance focused on his breathing instead, tuned out the outside sounds of the paladins calling for Keith and him. With each struggling step, his bayard illuminating the way, he dragged himself over to the cave home.
It’s curtains were drawn, and no light came from within. The only sign of life were the heat signatures his helmet picked up.
Fuck, the air was rough.
“Lance, your helmet is broken,“ Allura started.
Lance shut off the comms. Anything distracting him was preventing him from reaching /them./ He pushed his way through the curtain entrance.
There she was.
Huddling under a table in the corner was a small girl, a blue-scaled dragonling humanoid with bright red eyes. She was trembling. Lance got down on his hands and knees, crawling over to her.
In, out. His throat hurt.
“Hey,” he said softly, a rasp tickling his words. “I’m a Paladin of Voltron. I’m here to save you from the fires.”
The alien girl croaked out a whimper. She clearly didn’t recognize him, but her planet was a member of the coalition… fuck. Lance knew what he had to do.
He removed his helmet.
“See?” Her eyes lit up with recognition.
“Loverboy!” she exclaimed. Lance winced at his stage name, laughing outwardly to reassure her.
“That’s right, and I’m here to save you,” he agreed, reaching his arms out to her. Without the meager protection of his helmet, he was really starting to feel woozy. Still, that didn’t matter.
With shaking hands, he picked her up and began to walk outside the cave home and back to Blue.
This time, though, the trek was worse. He couldn’t see as well without his helmet, couldn’t recognize heat signatures or the fastest path back. Instead, he relied on lighting up his footsteps and retracing his steps.
That didn’t last long.
After 20 steps, Lance began to feel dizzy. He lurched, which caused the girl to make a series of clicks.
In, out. He patted her back and continued on.
After 50 steps, Lance started to lose the edges of his vision to blackness. He could feel the mucus in his throat fighting his inhalations. He fought back harder. He would have to reach a level of survival that went beyond what he could handle. To save her.
In, out.
Finally.
120 steps.
Lance fell to his knees.
The girl screamed.
Lance was only a football field from Blue. He had failed.
The girl scrabbled her claws at his armor, wailing, her cries embellished by the distant sound of crackling fire. Lance closed his eyes, listening to her pain, letting it soak in. He’d failed her, and this was his punishment, to lie prone and to hear her suffer. He had failed.
In, out.
He felt a tug to some hidden darkness inside of him.
“Lance!”
Oh, that wasn’t supposed to happen.
Lance felt more than heard the pounding footsteps of Keith Kogane as he ran to his side, kneeling by Lance’s head and cradling it in his hands.
“Stay awake, Lance, I have an O2 mask and we can get the girl to safety—“
“Loverboy!” The girl insisted.
Keith’s head snapped up. Lance chuckled weakly, coughing at the end.
“What?” Keith asked.
“She knows… shows,” he muttered in response. Keith huffed a breath, fogging up his helmet.
“Oh.”
Lance coughed again, and Keith panicked, pulling a mask from his belt. “Stay awake.”
“Loverboy,” the girl insisted again, tugging on Keith’s shoulder.
Lance blinked slowly. The world was slow. Why was the ash now falling on his face in slow motion? Why was Keith putting the mask on so slowly?
In, out.
Lance blinked. The darkness came back. He closed his eyes.
“No, Lance, no.”
Lance wasn’t listening. It was more peaceful, here, to focus inwardly rather than on the voices out there. It was quiet and dark and cool. The fires couldn’t touch him here.
“Loverboy? Stay with me, please. Please.” The rawness in his voice made Lance’s eyes snap open.
“Keith? I’m really trying…”
Words were too difficult, though.
So Lance let his heavy eyelids fall, let the blackness rush in. He felt the mask press into his chin and nose.
“I know, Lance.”
Silence again.
In,
208 notes · View notes
taikk0 · 10 months
Text
Style confession where it's in character for the show where it's the gayest shit ever with no hint of "they're just homies" but performed under the worst unpredictable tangentially confusing and horrible circumstances ever for the whole entire world to see and in a situation where Stan and Kyle and their relationship are completely exposed to everyone on the planet and it was a terrible experience for them but it resolves an unrelated B plot that's actually been pushing the A plot since the beginning and it ends positively for everyone else. None of it is because of the Style confession, it was only because of the domino effect it did in the B plot. The fact that it was Style was not important whatsoever and Stan and Kyle never talk about it ever again. I want people to HAVE to cut out bits of information regarding the confession. I want it to be ridiculous and stupid in context but still meaningful on its own enough for people to make ship edits of it out of context.
80 notes · View notes
p4nishers · 1 year
Text
the way buck was smiling SO HARD at eddie in the truck while he was talking about shannon and chris leads me to believe that he really is brain empty heart eyes only around eddie. like. mans wasn't even pretending to listen his only thought was "oohhh my bsf is sooooooo pretty". he's fucking insane.
124 notes · View notes
1v0ry2 · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
THESE ARE MY FAVORITE ART THAT I MADE OF MY OCS :3333 I LOVE DRAWING MY OCS SO MUCH BUT MICHER AND PETRI????? MY FAVORITES I ABSOLUTELY LOVE MICHER SO MUCH I LOVE MY TWO OCS PIPER AND MICHELLE MAKING IT MICHER MICHER IS MY EVERYTHING MY FAVORITE SHIP OMG IT JUST GIVES ME SO MUCH STANGORY VIBES HELP ME I LOVE MICHER AND STANGORY EGKAOSHELDJDKDHEKISENOWJDOEHDKEJ SCRWMANS AMD EXPLODES/VVVPOS I LOVE SO MANY SHIPS KENMAN DIP STANGORY CARTMARK STYLE REBSTELLA SCUTTERS THERE ARE SO MANY SHIPS I LOVE I LOVE RARE PAIRS I LOVE SHIPS MICHER AND PIPDRI GELWPP RAAHHHH I WPULD DO ANYTHKNG FOR MIXHER I WPULD DRAW SO MUXH MIXHER AND HAVE A MICHER COLLECTION HELWPAOSGEOZBEUZJEHIAHSIEHS
13 notes · View notes
cohozuna · 18 days
Text
one of the biggest things i had to come to grips with art wise is that i can do realism pretty well but just completely fail at anything stylized. sure i can make a pretty picture from what i see but what does it matter when the only thing people take from it is "waow so good thought it was a picture" yeah its a compliment but its one that makes me feel awful bc i realize i do not want my shit to look like a picture. i FUCKING SUUUUCK at drawing and that isnt me being hehe quirky artist who says they cant draw and actually can i mean this shit is difficult as fuck and nobody would understand the extent to how awful i am at actually drawing unless they see me try to. all of my finished pieces were absolutely painstaking and i see ppl do the stuff that takes me many hours much quicker and with more personality with about the same experience shit makes me insane i am trying to learn but my god its like my brain just does not want to cooperate with me it makes it so so hard because i just have an awful mental block. genuinely used to just draw effortlessly (albeit not as well so at least i AM improving somewhat) but now even the simplest shit just overwhelms me. idk what it is. i like to think im pretty good with paintings but god it is so so difficult to do what i wanna without it taking far too long. i am so jealous of ppl who can do quality sketches on a whim. ive noticed i do a lot better blocking out a silhouette and then drawing lines over that when i sketch. makes me think im just not very line-brained?? stupid way to put it idgaf its 5 am. Truly the best thing has been drawing on a shared canvas or on stream idk why it works but it does it just kinda lets me actually make something. i dont wanna just whinge and cry about it but it is truly aggravating and so deeply frustrating to feel like im regressing in my ability to Just Draw because its undoubtedly a psychological thing. ive just been in this rut for yrs now its awful. thinking about buying a sketchbook again tbh
4 notes · View notes
trenchcrows · 1 month
Note
So what you are saying is that i need to post MORE cAllium gay sex right? :3
Hmmmmm up to interpretation :3
3 notes · View notes
blindlyadored · 12 days
Text
i'm going to singlehandedly identify as a gaybian/lesbigay , mspec lesbiromantic && bi gay simultaneously . no one can stop me XOXO HAVE FUNNN BECAUSE THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I'M HAVING MF !!
6 notes · View notes
saturnshari · 20 days
Text
tiny fandom rant
thinking abt how being an Intellectual Brown woman isolates me from fandom experiences bc since i call out orientalism/racism against swana and my people in media that makes me too "anti" but the shit id be into and ship since i was 13 would land me 100ft deep into "proship" territory....
4 notes · View notes
djarinslover · 9 months
Text
I need more lesbian romance movies bc I’m SICK of only seeing gay romance be shot so beautifully
7 notes · View notes
boxheadpaint · 1 year
Text
ive been hacked
31 notes · View notes
steampunkedparm · 2 months
Text
IM SO FUCKIN SCREWED OH NO
2 notes · View notes
babsaros · 4 months
Note
How did you know you were gay?
ah, couple reasons i guess. some that only became obvious with like 15 years of hindsight, and only after pulling myself out of the deep dark pit of compulsory heterosexuality.
like. classic symptoms of lesbianism include shamefully staring at the floor when you pass the women's underwear racks in the department store, even though you're not quite sure why you're uncomfortable. that sort of thing.
i have memories from early elementary school of accidentally glimpsing down a girl's shirt at recess and then bottling up that feeling and refusing to think about it. any time i had a crush on a boy, it was from an extremely idealized and safely non-actionable distance. the one time i did have a boyfriend, it was just my guy best friend from middle school, we dated for barely a school year before i ended it and the most physical intimacy i was ever comfortable with was holding his hand when we walked to class. i went to a different school's prom because a guy i was kind-of friends with asked me, and spent the whole night uncomfortably avoiding eye contact.
basically i started questioning my sexuality towards the end of high school, when i noticed myself getting like. jealous about my guy best friend's girlfriends?? like. i wanted to date them. i wanted to steal them from him lmao. i thought girls were pretty and soft and nice and cute and i was too afraid of being a predatory creep to do anything about it besides have far-fetched daydreams, but there was no heterosexual explanation. like, i hugged a girl i thought was pretty one time and it did things to my brain. that memory got locked in for life.
i identified as ace/pan early on, but again- compulsory heterosexuality. the idea of being with a guy romantically or sexually was never actually appealing. i had just been told that was what i was supposed to want my entire life, and the movies do a great job of selling that fantasy. but really i was just a lonely depressed helpless romantic teenager that wanted to be loved lol.
a large part of why i identified as asexual was because i was so sex-repulsed by the idea of penetration, honestly? (which i have since gotten over, but specifically Only with girls. the idea of having sex with a man still icks me out, and my preference is definitely femme-presenting ppl) a bit of it was probably also because i hadn't unpacked gender yet either. it made it very difficult to actually imagine myself having sex with anyone ever lol. this is gonna sound so cringe to say, but reading gay smut did awaken things in me.
in conclusion, tldr, i just like to think about tits and kissing women sometimes, idk. thanks for coming to my tedtalk.
#my paranoia is making me think anon is my mom or smth lmao#say something my mom would never fucking say. *gun.png* prove ur not my mom!!!! prove it motherfucker!!!!#if ur questioning ur sexuality my advice is just to explore#look at lots of different porn. try to figure out what attracts you and why#a lot of my kinks are actually divorced from gender tbh#at the height of my teenage repression i was actually reading gay voltron smut nightly#and in total denial like 'this doesn't mean anything about me. im so cis. i would know if i was trans.'#as if i didn't think the exact same shit about being gay. 'i would totally know if i was gay. i don't think about having sex with women'#because i didn't *let* myself think about having sex with women lmao#because i didn't *let* myself think about being trans- because it wasn't *safe* to be trans at the time#and figuring out the difference between 'do i want to look like this person or am i attracted to the way they look' is very tricky#and figuring out that you don't actually genuinely feel any of these implanted emotions about the opposite sex is hard too#sometimes it takes a while its okay#like looking back on my childhood fictional character crushes- it was always the women! i liked the way women looked!!#but i had been TOLD that i was a girl and so thought i HAD to be that and fall in love with a man#idk does any of this make sense lol#im a little sleep-deprived atm#i've been up a solid 24 hours#anonymous#ask#god the way i broke up with that boyfriend was so bad too oughhhhh#i've wondered a few times if i should shoot him a facebook message like 'hey sorry i dumped u like that and then we never talked again.'#'it turned out that i was neither a girl nor heterosexual. so. hope ur doin good!'
2 notes · View notes
fishing-for-blood · 5 months
Text
I have not had a functional computer in years, nor have I ever cared for or found vampires particularly compelling for me but. But.
I am genuinely considering dropping a dumb amount of money for a new laptop just so I can play Baldur's Gate 3 for that little shit vampire. His entire character Arc is so. It's just so. It's giving me brain worms. augggh.
5 notes · View notes