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rahhhbananas · 11 months

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✭ ✭ ✭ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐄 - ft. hobie brown ✭ ✭ ✭

summary. Just bros being bros

warning(s). He/Him pronouns, mentions of sex, very short, foul language

a/n. sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia (My obsession with Hobie is beyond unhealthy)

“Bro…that was amazing..”

Hobie paused, setting aside his half-eaten ice cream and gazing down at the slightly shorter male before him. "I've just fucked you, and now you want to call me your 'bruv'?" Hobie's expression turned somewhat sour. Y/n met his gaze, unyielding. "Yeah, should I start calling you sweet, cheesy couple names instead?”

A mischievous grin spread across Y/n's face as he straddled his boyfriend, batting his eyelashes in an "innocent" manner while puckering his lips. "Oh, Hobie boo boo bear, that was the most splendid lovemaking experience of my life!" Y/n teased playfully. Hobie responded with an unamused stare. "I'm not doin this today." The Brit pushed Y/n off, letting him tumble wherever he may.

"I've learned to embrace eccentricity at that society, but here?" Hobie pointed a finger, "you are in a league of your own." Y/n looked up, momentarily squirming before rolling under the bed and meeting Hobie's simultaneously disappointed and amused expression. "In all my years of existence, I've never encountered someone as delightfully peculiar as you." Hobie couldn't help but smile as he slipped on his shoes, reaching for his tattered clothes that lay discarded from the previous night.

Y/n's smile widened. "Ooo~ I must be quite special! But, where you off to?" Y/n playfully kicked his feet against the floor. Hobie stood up, retrieving his mask. "I have a meeting." Y/n feigned shock. "Hobart... are you actually listening to Miguel?" Hobie moved toward the window, Y/n trailing behind. Hobie turned around, locking eyes with Y/n. "Of course not. I'm going to meet Pav. He's got something to show me." Hobie approached the window, Y/n joining him. Just before he leaped into the bustling city streets, Hobie looked back at Y/n. "See you later, dear. If I haven't returned by midnight, call Pav. I've probably dozed off at his place." With that, Hobie gave a final kiss to his boyfriend before leaping himself into the lively city, swinging through dark alleys until a sudden pink glow materialized and dissipated as quickly as it had appeared. Y/n stood there, his expression distant and contemplative.

“My boyfriends name is Hobart.”

#male reader #gay #across the spiderverse #cute #hobie brown x male reader #hobie brown #marvel x male reader #hobart brown #across the spiderverse x male reader #across the spiderverse x reader #across the spiderverse fanfic #idk lmao #two bros chillin in a hot tub #they aren’t gay #they’re bros #just bros being bros

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andromedasea · 11 months

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happy pride to people with ‘contradicting’ identities i love you and you’re doing it right

#[a]#it is probably evident enough but for the sake of clarity obviously this post does not mean there aren’t other ‘right’ ways to identify #specifically i made this because i was thinking of mspec lesbians and gays but it is for anyone #edit this breached containment about 900 notes ago hello everyone in the whole world #edit 2 very emotional reading the tags people are leaving on this. i love you

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that-bitch-kat3 · 1 year

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james potter is the type of person who would make his friends in the sims 4 and then make them live happy lives ‘because they deserve it’

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deckoftrickcards · 22 days

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they are incredibly offended that anyone would possibly assume they have anything but a extremely passionate hetero rivalry going on

#voltron #keith kogane #klance #lance mcclain #klance fanart #vld #voltron legendary defender #vld fanart #guys they aren’t gay #so what if they kiss that doesn’t make it gay #they are attracted to each other in the way a man is attracted to a woman #they are so dysfunctional it’s unreal

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trekkie-polls · 5 days

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For bonus points share one thing you wish would have happened in that extra season

Edit: So many comments about Prodigy not being on here! Well, I am a Prodigy fan too. But I left it off because last I heard Netflix picked it up. Now I don’t have faith it will happen, but nonetheless there is at least one more season planned and maybe more.

On the other hand, even though the last seasons of discovery & lower decks haven’t finished airing, they both have planned end dates.

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napping-sapphic · 9 months

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Hate when people who already know that they’re taller than me ask my height like girl stop asking me for numbers the answer is YES i would have to get on my tiptoes to kiss you and also YES it would give me butterflies like whatever🙄

#wlw #sapphic #sapphism #lesbian #wlw mood #i am offering a palm full of oats to tall women #pls come date me #like yes bestie there are two options #i am either on my tiptoes or pulling you down by the collar #and both of these options are phenomenal #AND YET?? we aren’t doing either??#like wtf #i remembered tall women exist today and almost passed out #like PLEASE #im in love with you #im gay and i like sleeping

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snowflake-sage · 3 months

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The sweet little dogs :>

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tariah23 · 15 days

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oooooo white people in my replies really saying ‘I can excuse racism but I draw the line at homophobia’

Not surprised since this is the site that only talks about racism and thinks it’s a big deal when they see it demonstrated in the cartoons and comics they like *coughs* dungeonmeshi *coughs* (for example at least. I haven’t seen THIS many white ppl talk as in depth about racism on here as much as these fandom nerds, man. I stg. Like “Ohhhh, so you all DO acknowledge that racism is real? Just not in real life even if you could feel it slapping you in the face at high speed. Gotcha.” It’s crazy.

Tumblr is like, 90% white and is extremely centered around them. That’s why you barely see stuff that’s important to black and brown people ever trending here or being talked about. It has to be something incredibly huge to the point where even white people can’t ignore it like they usually do, to talk about it here.

They only talked about George Floyd here because the topic of his death became world news. Even people in other countries were talking about it. Before him, it was probably Ferguson and Trayvon Martin… most of them are still trying their best to ignore the genocides because it’s a “touchy subject.” What do you expect from white people who live in their own bubbles of comfort and refuse to pop it with a needle??? They find comfort in their privilege and faux ignorance (they love playing stupid to avoid conversations about important things outside of fandoms like, are these mfs born with half a brain dedicated to fandom or what.) That’s literally all these mfs make a big deal out of, especially on this annoying ass platform. The ao3 mfs will go to war for the site that allows racist ff and cp like it’s no big deal. I wonder how many people here even donated to the site while actively scrolling past dono posts from folks who really do need help. They act like they’re doing a civil service by defending this site that makes over the amount of it’s intended dono goal in minutes.

Then you already know as soon as you even bring up racism in the stuff they like, they start ganging up and harassing black bloggers especially, calling them TERFs and the whole nine. Anything to make that person look bad for being concerned about the racism that they have such an intense aversion to. God, it’s absolutely exhausting knowing that these people would have no problem choosing a cartoon character over your entire existence if they COULD. Isn’t that fucking sad, man?

#:(#it’s like what can you do #as a black person I get why sm black bloggers here have ‘don’t follow me if you’re white’ in their bios #they’ll call it racist or whatever (it’s fucking not you guys just treat black ppl like shit here and most of us feel unsafe to interact #with y’all. you guys always turn on us at the drop of a hat)#i remember commenting on a HS post funny enough years ago #because the punchline of the post was literally the white mfs saying nigga #and I was so annoyed that I told them off and one of my white mutuals unfollowed meanjsjsjsl #like right after that #and another unfollowed me because I talk about racism and the like a lot like this is a really well known artist too so I was like 🧍🏾‍♀️?#because I talk about racism a lot??? it’s weird lol #like they’ll tolerate you for a while then when they feel offended they start to act weird and act like you’re not supposed to talk about #the stuff that effects you #tkf replies #karmelarts #they don’t give a shit about anything if it doesn’t personally Involve them #they act like they can’t relate to anyone or anything it they aren’t marginalized themselves (being gay or trans which they treat as a #personality trait)#notice how you never see movies/ shows about black and brown ppl trending here? it’s always white centered shit no #matter how hot and popular that show might be #you’ll never see something like the wire snowfall or power trending here #all of the black ppl are on twitter anyway so #sm black ppl got ran off of here by annoying white ppl

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enthyrea · 1 year

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likeness practice with a more simplified style featuring everyone’s favorite gay people and probably the prettiest ice ive ever drawn?????

#my art #pete fearing for his life mitchell #and tom too gay to function kazansky #seriously tho i’m very proud of that lower ice #i think i’m finally getting their likeness down properly #y’all aren’t seeing the fifteen mavs i drew and deleted before landing here #icemav #icemav fanart #top gun #top gun 1986 #top gun fanart #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #enthyrea art

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suppressiveperson · 1 year

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The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades Is Out to Get Us!

#gay awakenings! visual metaphors! golden lighting! we’ve got it all folks!!#south park #south park fanart #my art #kyle x stan #sp style #comic #if u aren’t picturing comics in ur mind when listening to every sufjan stevens song ever what are you doing!!!

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bardace · 6 months

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just watched a promare video essay where they said that they knew that the fandom shipped galo and lio but they didn’t personally see it, and while I respect not interpreting relationships as romantic, I don’t really understand how you could interpret two guys saving each other and then getting shirtless in order to “combine their wills” and exploding into a heart-shaped flame as just guys being pals

#promare #galo thymos #lio fotia #galolio #and like. that’s only part of how gay they are #I didn’t even get into galo de lion/lio de galon #or the cpr scene #or the symbolism of lio’s clothes #THERES SO MUCH #SO MUCH THERES AN ENTIRE FAN WIKI PAGE ON IT #clearly they just aren’t as ill as I am about boy meets fire

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rank-mp3 · 4 months

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it’s christmas eve and i haven’t seen ANY homoerotic holiday rank images

#is it even christmas if those guitarists aren’t doing something kinda gay #diary #my url

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darkmuffinstudios · 1 month

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Was bored and decided to create a silly little one-shot of Errormare for @inkywellcrow 🤭

Who knows, I might get more motivation to make more parts, I might not haha

Baking One-Shot (Errormare) (1.7k words)

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Dream’s birthday (and by extension, Nightmare’s) was only a few days away, and the two most dastardly villains of the multiverse were in the middle of making something for it.

You see, after many decades of struggle, the two guardians grew weary of the constant back-and-forth and had since settled on a truce; No more bloodshed and no more overbearing war meetings. After so long, however, the two had long since forgotten times of peace. It was nothing more than echoes of what could have been, as well as what once was… So, as always in their relationship, Nightmare decided to be the first to extend one of many olive branches that will occur down the line.

To show a sign of good faith and to celebrate the occasion, Nightmare had his boys come up with gift ideas that they would give to his brother. The dark king had hoped that, whatever the gifts may be, that the action alone would show that he intended to support this truce and to keep friendly relations with his other half.

But asking a band of miscreants and murderers was a bad decision in hindsight, and so after many, MANY days of brainstorming, he eventually caved to Horror’s insistence on a birthday cake.

Which brings us to the present…

“Error, you’re whisking batter, not pummeling it into submission.” Nightmare scolded lightly. He wiped his hands on the apron he was wearing, trying not to get too irritated at how sloppy of a job his partner was doing.

“This is stupid.” Error grumbled.

“Error— slower, slower.”

“Don’t— !” His body locked up at Nightmare’s complaining, and he drastically slowed down his pace to a glaringly slow tempo. He gave Nightmare a frustrated look, to which the king easily brushed off. “Don’t tell me what to do. I read the recipe too.”

“Uh huh.” Nightmare deadpanned, setting a metal tray on the counter. “You're also as blind as a bat without your glasses, my dear.”

“They would have just got in the way.” Error huffed. After a few more mixes, he decided that surely was enough of that, and he dropped the bowl into the counter with a loud CLANK. “There. Done mixing.”

Nightmare rubbed his temples. What was that method of reducing stress? Counting back from five? Whatever it was, it surely wasn’t working as well as he had hoped. “Please don’t slam the bowl down.”

“Mmhm.” Error leaned against the counter, dismissive.

For his own mental (and Error’s physical) wellbeing, Nightmare opted to ignore him for a little while. Once he sprayed down the baking pan, he glanced over Error’s work. There was still some dry clumps of the batter mix floating around, but he wasn’t going to correct any of it since he knows how much his partner loves to throw his tantrums. Besides, Dream has been a pain in his ass for decades— the least he can do is crunch on some raw flour to save him from future headaches.

Carefully, he lifted the bowl and poured the mixture into the baking tin. Using a tentacle, he grabbed a spatula he set out beforehand to scrape any excess, and quietly put the bowl down. He gave Error a mild look.

Error met his gaze and paused, looking to either side of himself. “… What?”

“That’s how you put a bowl down. Silently.” Nightmare said, his voice dripping honey and tar.

“Oh, fuck you.” Error griped, rolling his eyes so over dramatically that his head went with it. Nightmare couldn’t help but smile at how stupid he could be.

After making his point, he walked over to the oven with the pan. After opening it with a tentacle (fashioned with a cute little baking mitten), he placed the pan inside and shut it with his hip. Making note of the time, he finally allowed himself to slump against the counter.

Nightmare looked up at the ceiling. How the hell does Horror do this every single day? Willingly?? He couldn’t even imagine how difficult it would be to order his men around such a small space, never mind how destructive all of them already are. Just the thought started to give him a headache…

“So,” Error started. “Why didn’t you ask your uh…” He thought for a moment, his body glitching a little from the effort.

“Horror?” Nightmare offered.

“Yeah— the big, freaky guy— to do this for you? Doesn’t he do this stuff already?”

Nightmare sighed. “… Well… Monster food is magic—”

“Uh. Yeah— I know.”

“I know that you know—“

“Then why say it—?”

Nightmare turned and glared at him. “Just let me talk!” Error held up his hands defensively, glaring right back at him for a moment, before Nightmare eventually continued.

“Well, because monster food is made of magic, then cooking monster food involves magic too. It incorporates the chef’s intent, and can communicate unspoken feelings through each bite.” Nightmare idly messed with one of the spoons on the counter, staring at the oven glass as he spoke. “To put it simply, it has to be made by me. I may not be the best at baking, but he will understand and appreciate the gesture anyways. He is that kind of guy, unfortunately.” He scoffed.

“So why drag me into this?” Error groused. “I couldn’t care less about making ‘Mr.Sunshine’ feel any better than he already feels.”

“Oh.” Nightmare turned to flash a smug look at Error. “Because I didn’t want to suffer alone.”

Error stared at Nightmare. For a long, long moment. A quiet, high-pitched sound began to come from Error’s body— the telltale sign that he was starting to crash. “You’re joking.”

Nightmare shrugged. “Am I?”

Error grabbed the whisk from the counter, chucking it with all his strength at Nightmare. “YOU ASS!! I COULD HAVE LEFT AT ANY TIME?!?”

The king chuckled, letting the whisk hit his shoulder. “Of course you could have. You weren’t obligated to do any of this.”

Error threw his arms around, already hellbent on destroying the kitchen. He ripped the toaster from its electrical socket, threatening to throw it on the ground when Nightmare continued. “But you stayed because you love me.”

That got Error to freeze in place. He stared at Nightmare, bewildered for a few seconds, before slowly lowering the toaster onto the counter. “… Whatever.” He mumbled, stewing.

Nightmare smiled at Error’s obvious admission of defeat, finding himself slowly walking over to him. He stopped a good few feet away, settling on leaning against the counter once more. “You love me, and wanted to help me because you loved me.” He teased lightly.

Error bristled. “I will leave!”

“But then I’d be so sad if you did.” Nightmare touched his own chest, right over where his apple soul would be. “All alone… abandoned…”

Error huffed, crossing his arms. “Good! Feel bad!! Feel bad for tormenting me for HOURS while I slaved away in this kitchen for you!!”

“It was only an hour, dear.” Nightmare chuckled.

“NUH UH!! You’re wrong!!” Error scowled, swinging an arm out to the side and ripping a portal open to a random, unsuspecting world. He gestured wildly to the setting sun. “See!! HOURS!! It’s already growing dark!!”

Nightmare rolled his eye. “Mmhm.” He knew he wasn’t winning this fight.

Error smiled triumphantly, leaning a little closer to Nightmare. The portal fizzled next to them, disappearing soon after. “Apologize.”

Nightmare raised a metaphorical eyebrow at Error. “For what?”

“For being mean and awful and terrible!” Error demanded, counting on his fingers as he went.

Nightmare rolled his eye for the second time. “Mmmmmmno. I don’t think I will.”

Error leaned back, pouting now. “Asshole.”

Nightmare sighed. A brief moment of silence grew between them as they waited for the cake to bake before Nightmare sighed again, shoulder sagging. He looked at the clock hanging on the far wall of the kitchen, then back at the oven glass. The cake wasn’t rising at all.

“… Do you think he will like it?”

Error didn’t look at Nightmare, arms still crossed. After another beat of silence, Error’s shoulders sagged a little and he quietly responded. “What do you mean.”

Another beat of silence. Error didn’t like it. He turned back to glance at Nightmare, only to see the other have his hands folded against his chest in a sort-of self hug. His tentacles were curled inward on themselves, and Nightmare hadn’t looked up once from the oven glass.

It bugged Error. He tried again, softer. “What... do you mean by that?” Nightmare sighed again, a third time, and it was starting to get to Error. He shook his head. “No one hates chocolate cake. If I find out he does, I’m throwing him.”

“Not the cake.” Nightmare answered quietly, though he did smile a little at Error’s threat. The spectacle of the destroyer of worlds tossing his brother like a football was amusing, to say the least. He gestured vaguely, trying to find the right words. “My… message.”

“Message?” Error echoed, clearly confused.

“My intent.” Nightmare tried instead. “It’s… I want this to go well. I want this to be our first steps in making up with one another, and I tried to put as much as I could into this cake… I tried to not fill it with…” he sighed, the fourth time. “… with my lingering feelings of the past.”

Nightmare raised a hand. “I’m certain I didn’t, and I know this won’t make up for everything that has happened between us… but…” He slowly brought his hand back towards himself, back to where it was wrapped around his chest. “I don’t know… I lack the proper words at the moment.”

Not that Error needed all of the words to understand. He thought a little bit before he spoke. “That’s why you asked me to help you with this.” The dots started connecting more in his head as he turned to Nightmare. “You didn’t want to do this alone.”

Nightmare considered Error’s words. “… I suppose I didn’t.”

Error stared at Nightmare, trying to get maybe just a little bit more out of him, before turning to look back at the oven. “… I think he’ll like it.”

“You think so?” Nightmare’s voice sounded uncertain.

“Yeah.” Error shrugged. “He is that kind of guy, like you said.”

Nightmare smiled a little. “I guess you’re right.”

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