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DP x DC Inside you are two wolves(they’re both gay)
dumb idea I had
Danny, like a fool, get’s stuck possessing Tim. Maybe it was an accident, maybe a mystical artifact was involved in a case Red Robin was working on and oops the ghost inside just got stuck in Tim’s head. Maybe it was just a joke and now he’s stuck. The point is Danny is stuck inside Tim
The Superboy comes to see his buddy. Danny takes one look at leather clad and pierced Conner and starts thirsting hard. It doesn’t help that Tim has pretty much been in love with Conner since their young justice days. So Tim has to deal with not only his own gay panic, but Danny’s as well
#Danny Phantom#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc#dp x dc crack#inside you are two wolves#they're both gay#superboy might get not just one but two boyfriends out of this
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i'm so sorry you had to find out this way that his ass isn't the one
#alternate title: sasori he has bpd you can't say that#sasodei#sasori#deidara#naruto#my art#akatsuki#somehow i am both of them simultaneously#there are two wolves inside me and they're both gay mentally ill artists
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#lawlight#death note 2015#death note#lawliet#L#Light Yagami#gay#inside of you are two wolves.. they are both gay..
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finally got around to doing the dark knight questline (to level 50 anyway. are there more after that???? i know dragoon got a bit more but. im Uncertain on literally every other class) and like. what he hell am i supposed to do with myself after that
#ff14#stop talking to yourself flight#spoilers beyond this tag warning:#people told me the dark knight questline was good but OH BOY IS IT FUCKING GOOD#IM LIKE. EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISED#TFW THE GAME TAKES YOU BY THE SHOULDERS AND GOES 'maybe your dark side is right actually.'#'maybe you need to say no sometimes. maybe you shouldn't let everyone walk all over you'#BUT AT THE SAME TIME. YOU CANNOT STOP BEING YOU. YOU CANNOT STOP TRYING#there are two wolves inside you. one wants to protect and make people happy. the other wants you to take care of yourself#(theyre both still gay)
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he's my babygirl, my princess, my everything
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#hes so cute [ photo of him looking like a hamster trying to consume more pellets even tho it has a whole banana slice stored in its cheek#last photo is live footage of him reacting to me giving pickens the top wr trophy#sauce would literally change his position to wr just so he could contend for it#and lose#hes not in the top cb which have a few more tops than the wrs but not many#n half of those are probably like 50 yrs old#now a REAL comparison someone should study is which side has more brats wrs or cbs#both got killer BOATS#Brattiest Of All Time#i think the wrs win for now only cus tbh we know more of them we kinda have to#we only know sauce eli ramsey so well because theyre mentally ill#someone who knows more football should conduct the study im busy thinking about my bbg 🥰#his lil mouth while hes chewing is so cute#the stance lmao#squirrels when u catch them starving out the birds ure trying to feed with ur bird feeder bcs the squirrels invaded#his nose 🥰🥰🥰#the way hes just a himbo in his commercials but on the field he is satan#inside you are two wolves (both are gay#really represents his dumbass smartass flipflop ways#his lips are so pretty#hes gorgeous#as long as he hides from harsh lighting like a mole creature he is my divine#harsh lighting can make most people look. questionable. so im not being mean im just stating facts#nfl yb pretends to like sauce only for his bdubs discount but slowly falls in love with him during their bdubs dates#but sauce finds out his original intentions and doesnt tell him. just goes on twitter n posts 'nba yb ass' and waits#they become bitter exes#they kiss#sauce
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When I first found your blog going from seeing sweet baby Robin Jason to Hal Jordan boob window was like whiplash but no complaints lol
my influx of robin jason followers will never not be funny to me i think of you guys whenever im halposting <3
#asks <3#my hal layout is aposematism if you squint and believe#inside of me are two wolves#one is holding robin jason by the cape like a little kitten cat#the other is studying hal jordan from the inside of a bush using binoculars#both wolves are gay. you the viewer are gay.#ty for the ask!!
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i have two gay wolves inside of me but one is feral and the other is rabid
#i’m just saying#there are two wolves inside me#rabid#feral#but they’re both gay#and you know what? they’re fucking eachother#hold on maybe that should be a different post
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Genuinely considering taking a whirlwind trip to Brighton UK just to see Patrick Wolf
#inside you are two wolves#one is named patrick the other is a song about the hypocrisy of the church#both are gay.
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ylfa snorgelsson meeting snow white and finding out the beast is a princess is such a gay moment. there are two wolves inside you: one has crushes on women and the other feels monstrous because it doesn't perform femininity in a way society approves of. they're both lesbians.
#neverafter#dimension 20#neverafter spoilers#ylfa snorgelsson#neverafter snow white#is this thing on?
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there are two wolves inside of you. one says that ghost is metal. the other says that ghost isn’t metal. both of these wolves are boys. they are kissing. they are gay wolves.
#aaron on that ghost shit again#two months post ritual and still missing it 😭#the band ghost#papa emeritus 4#papa emeritus iv#papa copia#cardinal copia#phantom ghoul#dew ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#sodomizer ghoul#sodo ghoul#rain ghoul#swiss ghoul#cumulus ghoulette#cirrus ghoulette#aurora ghoulette#mountain ghoul#aether ghoul#sunshine ghoulette#queer-and-nerdy
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Inside you there are two wolves dogs. They're both gay.
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inside you there are two wolves (they are both gay and scared)
#heeey..howre we feeling podcast gals#im in the top 4% malevolent listeners on spotify and I only started it like??#two months ago#and I struggle w finishing shows#anyways FINAL GIRL OSCAR TRUTHERS RISE#malevolent#malevolent podcast#memes#malevolent memes
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Little Runaway: Epilogue
And this is it, everyone! The final part of this great story. I hope you enjoy it.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
*Two Months Later
The party was at the trailer pestering Eddie about the upcoming campaign.
“I’m not telling you nuggets anything!” he said laughing.
“Come on,” Dustin pleaded. “Just a hint. A theme, even.”
“No.”
Steve looked up from where he was working on Eddie’s van and shook his head. “Leave him alone, guys. You know how tight lipped he can be.”
All eyes turned to Steve like a pack of hungry wolves.
“You know, don’t you, Harrington?” Mike asked.
Steve laughed. “Even if I did, doesn’t mean I understand it enough to give you the information you want.”
They all looked at each other and grumbled. He had a point. They stopped badgering Eddie and started talking about their characters that they were building. Max rolled her eyes and walked over to Steve.
She put her elbows on the side of the van and batted her eyelashes at him. “You going to tell them that you and Eddie are dating?”
Steve blushed. “Eventually. I’ve never dated a boy before and Eddie is still wary about coming out to them. Him being gay was one of the reasons him and Wayne had to come to Hawkins in the first place. And as we found out Hellfire has loose lips. We just don’t know whose.”
Max nodded. “Makes sense. Find the leak, then open the valve.”
Steve grinned. “You got it.”
Eddie came up to them. “Hey, babe. You should shower while we cook up the burgers.”
Steve nodded.
“How is my other baby?” Eddie asked jutting his head toward the van.
“Running just fine, Munson,” Steve said with a smile. He waved Max off the van and slammed the hood down.
He went inside the new trailer and Eddie went to go heat up the grill.
Food was soon ready but Steve hadn’t come out yet.
Eddie rolled his eyes. “It’s all that hair care products. I’ll go see if I can’t move him along, shall I?”
Everyone agreed.
But after a few minutes they both hadn’t returned.
“I say we eat without them,” Mike said, his stomach growling.
“I’ll just go see what’s taking them,” Dustin said getting up.
Dustin was almost at the door when Max’s brain caught up. “No, Dustin! Wait!”
But it was too late. Dustin had reached the door and threw it open. And started screaming. Mike and Will immediately got up to see what was wrong. Lucas got up too, but Max sat him back down.
“You don’t want to see that,” she murmured into her hands. “Trust me.”
Then Mike and Will were screaming.
Erica and El shared concerned looks.
“It’s fine,” Max assured them. “Well mostly. The boys are going to be scarred for life. But it’s fine.”
“Why would they be scarred for life?” Lucas asked.
Just then Dustin came over to them screaming. “Eddie and Steve were kissing!”
Max looked up from her hands. “Is that all?”
Mike and Will were close behind.
“What do you mean, is that all?” Mike protested. “Isn’t that enough?”
“They could have been having sex,” Max suggested, raising her brows.
There was a chorus of gagging and retching noises.
Eddie and Steve came up from behind the boys. “Don’t knock it until you try it, meatheads.”
Will blushed and looked down at his feet. “You do realize we’re only fourteen in most cases, right?”
Eddie laughed. “I had sex when I twelve.”
And they gagging started up again.
“Does this make you a queer, Harrington?” Mike asked.
Will bumped his arm and glared at him.
“Why are you only asking me and not Eddie, too?” Steve replied.
“We’ve known for ages that Eddie was,” Will murmured.
Steve and Eddie turned to Will, eyes wide and jaws slack.
“Come again?” Eddie asked.
“Angie Burnett was flirting with you really hard the last time you took us to the arcade,” Max said. “But you kept eyeing her brother Kent instead.”
“Oh,” Eddie said.
Steve shoved him playfully. “This better have been before we started dating, sweetheart.”
Eddie blushed. “It was a couple months ago. Before...” he waved his hands around helplessly. “You couldn’t take them for some reason, so they asked me.”
Steve grinned. “Good.” He gave Eddie a kiss on the cheek. “I don’t share.”
They dug into the food and the kids watched as Steve and Eddie seemed to find each other’s orbit no matter what they were doing.
Max smiled. Yeah, Clint Harrington was an ass who had a lot to answer for, but he had also set off the chain of events that brought her two favorite people together.
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inside you there are two wolves. one says “i’ll stop you.”, the other says “you’ll do your best”.
both are gay
#tcb spies are forever#spies are forever#saf#tcb saf#shitpost#pov me when i’m funny#btb crying#curtwen#tin can bros#tin can brothers#my post#moth posts
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I will never get over the Suyin playing cupid trope and if you can't either than you should go read chapter 11 of A United Front
Still not convinced here's an excerpt of Lin and Kya rizzing each other up
I've posted about 1/2 of the complete story on AO3 now and I think yall deserve a special shout out your comments and theories are so inspiring and I hope I can post the rest of it soon. I'm up to 90K words now and I PROMISE those of you waiting for angst, it is coming.
But for now, enjoy these two awkward gays trying to flirt with each other
“Lin call me crazy but I think you enjoyed yourself, even if you did slip a bit of work in at the end.”
“Having someone to fight other than my sister helped.” Lin said plainly.
“I see,” Kya said, “so in summary, you like having me around.”
Lin watched her family walk inside, busied by their own chatter and reflections of the evening. Suyin offered pointers and Bataar offered his excitement and encouragement.
When they were inside, she turned back to Kya, who was watching her a little too intently.
The sky had darkened significantly, Lin hadn't noticed before, but the stars were out. The sky wasn't quite black, but rather a stark shade of navy. The moon was almost full, a few more days and the fox-wolves would be audible from inside the dome.
“Maybe I do,” Lin replied. “Would that be so bad?”
Kya seemed surprised, looking from Lin, to the house, to the sky before her eyes landed back on her.
Lin's stomach tumulted in nervousness, or excitement, or both.
You're not exactly subtle.
Suyin was right, she wasn't subtle. She never had been. When she was angry she made it obvious. When she was frustrated she was expressive. She had held a grudge for twenty years because of how un-subtle she was.
“Not at all,” Kya answered, her eyes darting back and forth with nervousness.
There was a knock on the glass, so Lin looked to see her niece waving her over.
“That can't be good,” Lin said, looking back to Kya.
“Always the pessimist.” Kya laughed, brushing past her. Her shoulder nearly made Lin stumble with the impact. Kya's face turned at just the right angle that Lin could see a grin form when she thought Lin couldn't see.
Lin sighed contently before following the others inside.
She watched Kya in front of her, hoping the waterbender wouldn't turn around and catch her smile.
#legend of korra#kyalin#lin beifong#korrasami#lok#kuvira#suyin#Lin x Kya#lin and kya#wip#slow burn#kyalin fic#awesome#post canon#Kyalin mystery slowburn#suyin plays cupid#opal × bolin#the krew#bolin#huan#suyin beifong#beifong#adult aang#katara#Kya might also read Lin's letter in this chapter...#we are getting closer and closer#angst is coming#also a badass fight scene where Lin absolutely devours
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wherever you want to go with this but i trust you -- prompt: blood
[uh @unicyclehippo & i are writing joan of arc themed lil fics bc … hello ava 👀 & mine is undoubtedly the more deranged of the two but ... here u go lol]
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ava comes back gentle; ava comes back covered in blood.
‘i came back,’ she says, in the middle of the night when neither of you can sleep, after she’d stood in the shower until the water ran cold, scrubbing red from her skin, in the middle of a beautiful valley in france that has crumbling wine caves and a slow river, covered in reeds, currents that remember its history, the rot and death and face-down bodies.
‘i came back,’ she prays into your skin, her fingers tracing the curve of your ribcage like she’s remembering a church she worshipped at centuries ago, an organ and its pipes; your heart and ventricles and your own blood, faithful. ava touches you like she’s lived a thousand years; maybe she has. her eyes are the same brown as they were when you met, when she’d only been resurrected once, when she had cried at the marvel of the ocean and her own hands, and sometimes you wonder if you’re worthy of a strength like this — worthy of sacredness and consecration and your mother’s voice — i’d rather you take your own life than be gay — and maybe for so long you had taken your own life and shoved it down into the hollow of your throat, into the spaces between the bones of your wrists; you had discarded your want and offered up your slow-beating heart in its place.
ava kneels before you and scrapes her teeth along the inside of your thigh, the skin there pale and soft. it’s dark until she brings her mouth to your center and moans, and then the room glows: gold and blue — ava, ava, ava: life; some kind of god, some kind of — i am begging you to touch me; oh, i’m on fire, oh, i’m on fire; history and elegy are akin; you are my sweetest downfall, i loved you first. the holiness in ava is not of this earth — the metal, the burn — but she is, dirt under her fingernails when she came through the portal, blood coming out of her ears, covering her face. ava’s tongue is soft and she holds your body in the palms of her hands and the room is blue and gold, a room where you get what you want: crosses held before you while you die and eternal salvation and her name like a goddamn hymn and fuck, fuck, baby and your hips grinding down on her mouth and your hands tangled in her hair — hair that you had cut when you had wished for a home amidst the mountains and the tender press of her spine in the morning blue and hair that you had cut again a few days ago, trembling hands both times because she was beautiful, a blade at her neck and curls floating to the floor. she had asked you to, and now she asks you to do something for her again — to come, to come, to come. you hold your breath when you do, consecration.
the holy and the horror — the light comes in the name of the voice — and ava comes back ready to dance with you and laugh and ava comes back with enough power to detonate bombs with her hands. you kiss her and she tucks a flower behind your ear, waiting for your next battle at a convent in the countryside. ava eats without apology, whatever she wants, and drinks wine that stains her lips red, and kisses you in front of everyone; she is hot when you touch her, when her walls flutter and curl around your fingers and you touch her. sometimes you don’t know what to say so you just tell her what you know: primeval forests are so remote that humans don’t belong there, that people die when they go there, that there are wolves and moss and weather so cold humans can’t feel their hands. ‘what do you think our past lives were like?’ she asks, one day as you spar, divine powers aside, and you wonder: were you always her protector? have you always been by her side? have you watched her die, every time? ‘one,’ you say, like you remember it in your hands, ‘we were happy; we lived on a farm and we were poor, but we had milk and eggs and bread you knew how to make. i’d go out in the morning with the dog and you spun wool and it was quiet, and green.’ she sits against you, the halo and the divinium in her back against your front, enough to kill you, and her, many times over. ‘verde, que te quiero verde,’ she says, ‘we grew old. who died first?’
‘does it matter?’
‘no.’ she’s quiet; a ship slowly goes by. ‘we’d wake early, for breakfast and you rested your head in my lap when you were tired.’
‘i have loved you a long time.’
she traces a pattern along the lines of your hand, a scar straight across the passes right through them.
the days move on and ava heals and ava bandages your cuts and bruises and a broken wrist when you don’t, when you are human and frail and strong; ava falls asleep, too wild and small and lonely and beautiful, her spine curled against your chest. she wakes you with coffee and once, after a particularly bad battle, where you can’t move the next morning, a blow to your head too hard, she stays with you all day in bed, reading and running her fingers through your hair. she wears a soft sweater and socks with little dogs on them and says you’re a miracle, you’re such a miracle, i would destroy the world before i lose you and it’s true; it’s scripture it’s sacred it’s heresy it’s a blessing. a promise from a god, while you feel woozy and nauseous and your neck aches — a promise from a god, weighty and beautiful and sighed into your skin in the afternoon rain.
ava comes back in love with you; ava comes back —
there’s an explosion inside the sepulchre and everything is on fire; you have not been scared for so long — forgive us, we lived happily during the war; but on the wild nights who can you call home? only the one who knows your name — and you wonder if ava died staring at a cross; you wonder if you will grieve in this life, as you had before. you wonder if ava knew, if ava has always known, if ava was tired.
but then ava comes back — again, again — sooty and with torn armor and a gash across her face that hasn’t healed, blood streaming down. she walks through fire, unburnt, a smirk, even, on her face. ava comes back and kisses you and you taste blood and ash and dust to dust and the strawberry chapstick she had put on in the van before the battle, tucked in into her pocket with a wink. you have seen many miracles but this is one of an order you will never understand, one that will stop people from killing each other, one that is catastrophe and heaven.
‘let’s go home, bea,’ ava says, and you search her mouth for a sacrament and find it in the press of her tongue on the backs of your teeth. ‘let’s go home.’
and you do — the ocean, and in bed weeks later, the cut across her face red and shiny and healed, the edges pulled together taught, the burn on the palm of your hand a webbed scar right in the middle —
‘did you know,’ she says, in the moon and the quiet, ‘that joan of arc was put to death for wearing men’s clothing? she was so theologically clever that they could only order an execution if she relapsed into heresy; the guards at the prison she was at only gave her men’s clothes, which they eventually used to convict her.’
you kiss ava’s temple; her skin smells like lavender. she presses her lips to your pulse point.
‘being a girl,’ she says, her brow furrowed, your bodies stretched and tangled under the sheets. ‘she burned at the stake for being a girl.’
‘do you — do you remember?’
she turns toward you, different than you remember but still the same, still exuberant about the sea and ice cream and books she loves, texting and movie theaters and petting every dog you pass on the street; ‘sometimes.’
‘okay.’
’there are days —‘ she laces your fingers together — ‘that i feel a call backward, in my palms, in my knees, in the back of my skull. to understand, to see. there are days when all i know of this life is to love you.’ she presses a kiss to the divinium tattoo on your forearm that glows blue in the dark when she’s near. ‘this is how i know you. you are what i know.’
‘i will never watch you die again.’
‘i’m not sure i can.’
‘well then i’ll join you, wherever we go next.’
‘yeah,’ she says, so sure, prophetic, ‘you will.’
ava comes back for you —
what did the voice tell you when you returned to your room?
it told me that i should answer you bravely.
#ollie i literally do not know i need to go drink a beer or something#this happened bc i spent like 2 hours reading through joan of arc archives but it's not even my fault#listen i know it's insane but it's like an atmospheric river in southern california we are all a little squirrely rn here lol#wn#warrior nun fic#avatrice#avatrice fic#ANYWAY they are happy by the beach forever lol#also there’s so many references in here & it’s just a prompt so lol if u want to know any of them & can’t find them on google FIRST#hmu lol
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