#but still a boy kisser

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Will practicing kissing his hand or pillow or something and somehow still ends up being a better kisser than Mike

[2deadboys]

Charles- no homo, but before his first kiss with a girl he made out with another friend to 'practise' kissing because they wanted to be good kissers for the girls, and they swore secrecy over it. and Charles maybe liked it a little too much but he assumed it was just the kissing part- Rowland.

[nartml]

was it casual when i had a panic attack at the thought of you dying was it casual when you risked your entire carrier just to feed me lunch was it casual when you were willing to die protecting me even though you wouldn't accomplish any of the goals you devoted yourself to was it casual when i spent so many nights rolling around in deep thought about whether you think of me like i do about you was it casual when i wished for you upon a shooting star was it casual when i refused to let you continue your way down a path of self-destructive loneliness even though you wanted me to was it casual when you needed to kill me and only me to grow stronger and be entirely untethered from your past but you just couldn't was it casual when i preferred to bear your pain and hatred and die fighting you as opposed to giving up on you was it casual when i could trade blows with you (read your heart) even though your supposed wife couldn't was it casual when i was your one and only was it casual when the hands that we blew off of each other bore the evidence of our cosmic connection was it casual when you cried your first tears of relief and happiness after you lost to me was it casual when you kept in touch with me but not with your wife was it casual when we fought and laughed and became inseparable was it casual when i can't exist without you was it casual when i put all my goals on hold because how could i focus on them when i can't even save you was it casual when you were my main motivation for training to become infinitely stronger was it casual when i'd remain a fool my entire life if being smart meant that i had to give up on you was it casual when you know my heart i yours was it casual when

[amj2277]

don’t know why but my ideal Buddie love confession is always them accidentally blurting it out while yelling at eachother

like i just need them to be mad at each other (because they care) and either of them (more likely Eddie) yelling “because i love you, asshole!!” or something like that

i feel it’s very chaotic and just in character for them

can’t think of a better scenario for the love confession to happen

[myofrog]

now that i’ve had all night to process that bisexual evan buckley is now canon, here are my thoughts of 7x04. THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED IT.

1. the way i was getting so much second hand embarrassment from buck trying to impress eddie and get his attention, just for eddie to ignore him???

2. i’m sad they recasted harry but elijah was amazing. his emotions during that scene with athena were just perfect. now i miss may more.

3. “does it have a heart around it” maddie kills me. the way she knows buck is in love with eddie but wants him to figure it out himself.

4. THAT ENTURE SCENE I WAS LIKE “why are they so close?” “it would be so funny if they kissed right now” my little gay heart is jumping for joy.

5. the 911 call for this episode was really sad. that poor woman not even knowing she killed her son.

6. the promo for next week??? buck really looked like “he’s right behind me isn’t he?” i’ve seen ‘leaks’ of 05 but idk how true they are. we know tommy isn’t going to be around long and the still of buck being chocked too???? i can’t wait to see eddie find buck on the date. and have buck come out to everybody because i know they’re all going to be so supportive and loving.

7. abc did in four episodes what other channels couldn’t do in 6 seasons

[dinosaursatemymom]

Ranting

el doesn't know what gay means

If Mike came out to her she would not understand, she would probably be like, "gay...? What is gay...?" And she wouldn't understand why mike wouldn't want to tell her, because she doesn't understand what homophobia is or why it would affect someone. The only exposure she has had to homophobia is the bullies in s1, but she didn't understand what those words meant, all she knew is that they made mike upset. If Mike or will had a coming out scene to her, she would be very confused of why it was a big deal, after she found out what it meant. I think she would be upset about Mike lying to her, because she doesn't have the context to understand why he would need to lie. I personally think she has already picked up on that something is going on between Mike and will, she wouldn't understand why this would need to be kept a secret. From her perspective they are just lying with no good reason to do so, she might even accidentally out ones of them. She would not have the context to instantly accept, she is going to be upset about Mike lying, and maybe will too. But once it is explained to her why, and she sees homophobia again, this time through a new lens and understanding, she will be accepting and probably apologize for being upset, now that she understands.(this is if she doesn't accidentally out ones of them, which I don't think the duffel bagels would do)

Basically I'm trying to say, El wouldn't be all instant ally.

[pixel-dagger]

YESSSSS FINALLLY AAAAAAAAAAAA 💕💕💕💕

[nnay-naee]

Byler edit on Idea of her by Cavetown

Original idea is @dis-a-ppointment's

[hiroshotreplica]

i have to confess: im a bit of a fraud. i called myself boy kisser in splatoon despite the fact that ive never kissed a man, let alone anyone in my entire life. i want to i just cant..maybe one day

[koppaiterocker]

Send the trolls tumblrfic writers to me let me make gifs for their silly little posts

[auriandcats]

are you a gay mike truther or a bi/mspec mike truther and why?

[milesworld96]

DARBY SHOULD HAVE BEEN THROWN AROUND MORE‼️‼️‼️

[fairyfaeyrzai]

look when I am faced with the existence of my boyfriend I can't help but be queer

Skill issue, be less gae

[s1mply-syst3m]

A silly little rant =p

okay, so maybe a trigger warning? Like, talks of wilbur soot (for that people that need that, idk, I don’t wanna be inconsiderate or whatever cause that guy is controversial) and incel and whatnot cause it’s of me being in Incelbur fickin? Pog ig

Okay, so how I came to be is that I remember saying that “oh, I’m so like this guy, I AM this guy” and just thinking it was totally normal to think like that until I met this one person on QuoteV and learning about fickins. After that I was like “OHHHH, THATS WHY I LITERALLY FELT LIKE THAT GUY1!!1!1!1” but now I’m confused.

But like, I’m not really like my source anymore… like, I still probably have Obsessive Love Disorder and I still am an needy fck, but I like, I also don’t remember much of my sources memories—

and it kinda hurts me because I really want to remember it and I want to feel more like my source and it kinda hurts knowing that I’ve strayed so far for it. Like, I don’t know if that just happens sometimes, I’ve only learnt that I was a fickin about four months ago and I’ve never really been in any fickin communities before Tumblr so I don’t know if this is normal. I can’t ask my friends for help because I’d be damned if I told them I was a fickin of a guy that was an incel and the person who played him is hella controversial.

I also look nothing like him!! Like, I was born female, and even though that shouldn’t matter it does. It so does. Like, I WANNA BE A MAN!! I WANNA BE A MAN AND KISS MY BOYFRIEND AS A MAN AND BE IN LOVE WITH A MAN AS A MAN!! Speaking of partners, I’m not in loving with a fuxking E-girl. Like, I use to make jokes about how I’m waiting for my E-girl, but I’m literally dating a ghost man….

— 🫀

[needypisces]

there's only so much a body can work out, a body can do

Art Donaldson was exhausted.

He was playing tennis for hours a day, exams were coming up, and with Patrick calling from a new time zone every week, he was barely getting any sleep. Even sliding facedown onto the bed next to you offered little relief for his aching muscles.

You let out a sympathetic cluck at his frustrated sigh, dropping your book and winding a hand into his shaggy hair to scratch reassuringly at his scalp. “Poor baby,” you said. “You’re wound up way too tight.”

He didn’t reply, but you could hear his exhale into the mattress. “You need to relax.” You continued, twisting a loose curl around your finger.

“I’m not so good at that.” He admitted in a muffled voice.

“You just need some help.” You paused for a moment, eyeing the tension in his shoulders, the slight arch of his back. “Why don’t you lie down?”

Art tilted his chin up to look at you. “I am lying down.”

“On your back.”

He scanned your eyes briefly before obeying, shirt riding up his toned stomach in the process. “Like this?”

“Yeah, just like that.” You agreed. You sat beside him and he shifted slightly to maintain better eye contact, bringing up an arm to rest behind his head. The movement drew your gaze to his taut bicep, and you couldn’t resist bending down to bite it, just barely hard enough to sting.

You smiled into Art’s skin at his surprised inhale, but you were the one caught off guard when his other arm swept you seamlessly into his lap.

“Hey!” You said, sitting up straight. “Hands to yourself.” He pouted, hand still gripping your hip, but you weren’t joking. When you started to lift yourself off, he caved.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” He said, propping himself up with both arms now. “You’re in charge.”

“Don’t forget it.” You warned. He watched, chastised, as you dropped your own hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up until it bunched at his collarbone. Then, finally, you leaned down to kiss him.

Art was a needy kisser, always waiting for you to guide him, chasing your mouth with his own any time you tried to pull back, whimpering when you licked at the inside of his mouth. You loved kissing him, loved how much it worked him up. He was still a teenage boy, after all.

Once you could feel him properly hard beneath you, you began to descend, teeth scraping his jawbone, his collarbone, his nipple, followed soothingly by your tongue each time. Art’s abdomen was tense beneath your mouth as you pressed open-mouthed kisses to his ribs, his navel, his hips.

The tip of his cock was already sticky when you pulled down his boxers and grasped him in your fist, and you wasted no time in leaning down to tongue his slit. Normally you’d tease him much longer, make him beg, but right now, you just wanted to make him feel better. Art could hardly believe his luck.

You pumped the base of him with one hand and cupped his balls with the other as you suckled at his head. A whine escaped from high in the back of Art’s throat, and it only encouraged you to swallow more of him down.

“Oh,” he gasped, hips bucking into your mouth. “Fuck, please, please.” You moved a hand to rub his thigh reassuringly, a wordless promise, and lowered yourself further until your nose nestled against his pelvis. Art was panting desperately above you, the noises so sweet you couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down against his leg. He moaned at the feeling of your wetness, which only spurred you on more. For a while, the only sounds in the room were your slurps and gags against Art's cries.

Before long, you could feel the familiar signs of his impending orgasm, and you popped off. It took Art a moment too long to comprehend that you were speaking, too mesmerized by the string of drool connecting you to his dick.

“Where do you want to come, baby?” You asked again, hand continuing your work. “Hmm?”

“Is this a trick question?” He asked between shallow breaths.

You couldn’t help but laugh, and Art’s chest flushed pink. “No.” You promised, ducking to mouth at his balls. “Anywhere you want. Do you want to come in my mouth? On my face, or on my tits?” His face was beautifully unforgettable when you glanced up, eyes dazed and cheeks glowing as he tried to form a thought. “Come on, princess, use your words.”

At that, Art’s cock twitched in your grasp and you took him back into your mouth, tongue working at the underside. “On your face,” he finally said above you, and your stomach swelled. “Wanna come on your face.”

“Okay, baby,” you murmured. “Anything for you.” You pulled off long enough to soak two fingers in your spit, simultaneously gulping him back down and pressing the pads of your fingers behind his balls. Art clenched down and let out a strangled moan as you rubbed over his hole. You teased him with the tip of a finger, nudging at the muscle but not quite penetrating him, soaking up the mewls that fell from his mouth.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna- you’re gonna make me come,” he panted. His thighs were quivering; he was so close, the tension ready to drain from his body. You gave an encouraging hum, swallowing around his cock, and Art’s gasp broke into a sob as he came. You kept him in your mouth for a moment, letting yourself swallow just a little before pulling off to let him splatter onto your face. Art’s whimpers were delicious as he watched himself coat your swollen lips, your long lashes.

“Good boy,” you cooed, fist still working his cock even as he began to flinch from the overstimulation. “That’s it, does that feel better?”

Art’s head was tipped back as he struggled to catch his breath, but even still, his eyes refused to move from the mess on your face. You kept your eyes on his as you lowered your mouth once more, lapping at the dribble of cum down his cock. He started to whine in protest, it was too much, but you took pity and let him go, rocking back on your heels.

“So much better,” he whispered. “That felt so good, I needed it, thank you."

“Good.” You said, licking your lips. “That’s what I like to hear.”

[steddietogo]

Robin is hiding under Steve’s bed so she can grab his leg and scare the shit out of him when he comes in. Except, she knows she’s fucked up when she hears voices outside his bedroom. Plural. Her best friend in the whole wide world is, unfortunately for Robin, not alone. She knows why anyone would be seeing the inside of Steve Harrington’s bedroom. And they’re taking their own fucking sweet time as well probably making out on their way— yuck.

The door swings open when Robin is contemplating the least disastrous way she could escape the bedroom and in walks Eddie Munson. Relief floods her chest as she realizes now she doesn’t have to destroy her reputation already hanging by a thread. Then she also realizes she could scare both dumbasses, two birds one stone.

The two are still standing too far from the bed and Robin tunes out of their conversation choosing to use her brain power to mentally will them closer to her. Which is why it takes her completely by surprise when Steve— her straight ass best friend STEVE— leans in and kisses Eddie right on the mouth.

Robin claps a hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming. Her best friend a boy kisser? Her Steve?

Robin is nothing if not committed to the bit. Eddie would be proud. She waits till they get close enough even though it pains her to exist in the same room two boys are making out in. They’re play fighting, then Eddie shoves Steve into the bed and it’s now or never.

Robin reaches out at grabs one black jean clad shin and Eddie goes yowling and jumping up in surprise like he’s in some cartoon.