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#very gay yearning
f4gwithf4ngs · 4 months
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yknow im starting to think that one (1!) two-hours-long-makeout-session would fix me and my problems
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vampire-loverboy · 4 months
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moment of appreciation for dudes w/ long hair
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hell yea.
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k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl · 2 months
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what if we went on a cute lil date, walking around town and looking at cute lil stores, nervously holding hands as we rush around together.
what if it started to rain and we had no way to avoid it, running back to ur house, you dragging me by the hand as you run faster than i do, im suddenly both more and less nervous to be holding ur hand.
what if we finally make it inside, collapsing in the doorway in a fit of laughter, our clothes drenched through, giggling we dont realise how close we are
what if time almost stopped as we suddenly notice where we are, after what feels like forever one of us finally takes the leap and our lips connect, everything else falls away.
what if
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miraculousbohemian · 4 months
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i'm so fucking tired of heteros ffs GIVE ME PEGGYNAT
also natasha in this entire episode is just *gay yearning* for a certain Brit
Melina just goes slipping shit like "ah go for her left knee she fucked it up in third grade" LIKE MA'AM.
WANDA?! WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA
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b-yyearns · 3 months
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cuddling all intertwined; legs wound together, so close who knows where either starts or ends, sharing snacks, sharing blankets and fighting over who gets the softer one just<333
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mlm-blues · 10 months
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going to sleep and hoping that magically overnight a cute boy will confess to me and i will wake up with a bf. all while im sleeping
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cryptidfagswag · 1 year
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boys with
a) thick thighs, thick calves
b) very hairy legs
should consider
a) wearing skirts
b) wearing sundresses
c) kissing me
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chronicowboy · 1 year
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can't believe how much fanfic 911 has canonised in 6b i mean: buck sleeping on the diaz couch, buddie being silly to a codependent degree, christopher at sleepovers, buddie having life-alteringly serious conversations about their ndes, chris and buck baking for school together, jealos buddie both ways, and now eddie has moved his seat in the engine closer to buck's through the power of homosexual pining
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thoughtsabtbunny · 7 months
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I melt when they call me their good boy ,,,
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I don’t want a weighted blanket I want my boyfriend laying his full body weight onto me why is he so far away <//3
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maleposting · 1 year
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⬇️⬇️⬇️ both men btw ⬇️⬇️⬇️
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poems-of-a-lover · 10 months
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when guys stretch and their shirt rides up a bit. agh.
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gelu-vulpes · 10 months
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okay this post is for the boys who love horror but are also cowards, i see you and i will hold your hand if you'd like<3
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b-yyearns · 6 months
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want to start a movie with someone and by the end of the movie end up making out on his lap movie absolutely forgotten
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franklyimissparis · 2 months
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honestly still cannot believe that straight white blokes can get literal john lennon rpf published professionally but anyone who writes anything exploring john/paul’s dynamic in an even slightly un-heterosexual way (fanfic or academically) is discredited
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inkskinned · 1 year
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i had a dream that the clouds looked like you, pink in the sunset. you were the ghost of a lighthouse and when we fell in love all your shackles fell off in great grey chunks. we became fish-squid-humans, unkillable and round as the sun. our children were whales, and we grew past the size of cruise ships. i cursed poachers with my own blood; only to relent, knowing the pain of drowning just close-enough, warning them: do better. be well. don't make a mistake you can't come back from.
how quietly you've slipped inside me, little seal shifting me under the water. this little dance we are both stepping, our hands just-quite not-touching. like mermaids, sometimes i think our form is the shape of the ocean. sometimes i think we are too horribly human, too terrified of the rip and torrent.
i have thought about my hand in your hair enough, and the curve of your cheekbone, and how you wait for a moment to gather your thoughts before telling a joke. i have thought about the tension that grows in cables between us, a little spined bridge neither of us will cross unless the situation dramatically shifts. i have thought about the way you tilt your head when considering something i blurted, how you show just-half of your smile when you know more than i did.
what even are you two? she asks me, stirring her coffee, her brows knitting. i shrug noncommittally.
somewhere, we are mermaids, eternally. in this world, for now - i tell her: i think we're just... enjoying.
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