#he is GAY!!!!! the FRUIT!

[crabussy]

🔫 TELL ME ABOUT YOUR OCS -🕊

IT FUCKING DELETED EVERYTHING I WROTE. I WROTE LITERALLY 6 PARAGRAPHS FUUUUUUUCK

I'm not going to write it all again because its exhausting ))): BUT. you shall learn about them eventually!!!!! I'm working on a story that might become a podcast or a graphic novel.....

My favourite character in the story is a guy called Warrick Harland, a 19 year old pakeha trans boy who grew up in a religious commune in the wilderness a bit off the whakamuri ridge trail. He escapes after finally realising how horrible the conditions and the ideals are, fleeing through a gap in the chain link fence. He keeps the rabbit mask all children in the commune are required to wear out of habit and clinging to familiarity, and learns through several terrifying encounters that he can communicate with the changed animals living in the area. These animals barely resemble earthly creatures anymore, having their behaviour and appearance changed drastically as the embryo of a god saps them of their life and replaces it with something Else. They have more teeth. strange eyes. their wool hangs in tendrils and their hooves are gnarled, their body distorted into something faster and hungrier. Warrick looks after these animals, his steed is Mother, a changed elk. Mother is killed in a hunting accident which also results in Warrick's mask shattering, so through tears and gritted teeth he carves a new one from Mother's shoulderblade.

This is Warrick. His shirt is from the commune and his jacket was taken from the corpse of a forest ranger (hiii thats me I succumbed to the horrors for a funny cameo appearance). The tear marking under his eye is a large mole, and something he was shamed for in the commune. He carved it on his new mask as a symbol of self acceptance.

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Wait... this isn’t a gay bar??

I was just thinking about Danny as a bartender at a rogues bar and then it struck me...

Danny thinks he works at a gay bar

Why? Well, have you looked at the clients? Bisexual queen Harley Quinn, lesbian icon Poison Ivy, Two Face is clearly bi(two)sexual and has a thing with Bruce Wayne, Scarecrow is probably ace or maybe aro, Riddler is at the very least homo romantic, hell, even if Red hood comes by he’s bi/pan AND poly

What I’m saying is, based off the clientele, Danny would think he works at a gay bar 

and based on the evidence they have a hard time disagreeing with him

[goated33]

In laws

Bonus:

[felsicveins]

i have a feeling that Julian looks at their old wedding photos and pictures of John Dory while drunk

just thinking

"What did he do wrong?"

King of fumbling

[parasocialcelebritycrush]

jonny boy in college

[kokoa-la]

Prompt from @help-i-need-a-cool-username

Danny was tired of his neighbor’s bullshit. Above his head rested the well known crime lord of crime alley, Red Hood. Now, Danny used to be a vigilante, he gets it, truly, but that did not mean he forgave the other for the sheer amount of wake up calls he’s gotten. He knew he was a light sleeper, has been ever since the portal opened and since the portal was shut down by yours truly, but the amount of noise was still unacceptable. Did the guy not know he lived right below him? He knew that the building was in a rough patch, but it wasn’t deserted. He wasn’t the only one here ya’ know. By now the halfa had had enough. He had a class at 9 am tomorrow in literal physics. He needed sleep if he didn’t want to pass out in the lecture that he 100% needed for the midterms in 2 weeks. He would have gone up and complained in person if he wasn’t, you know, on the run. So he sat in his bed, grabbed earbuds, played one of his sad playlists and tried his best to sleep. 

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That was it, Danny was going to actually kill the Red Hood. Here Danny is, minding his own business, writing a paper for the English class he had to take for extra credits, and in storms 5 men kicking down his door with all sorts of weapons. They were in all black with hoods and bandanas covering the bottom half of their faces.

“Where’s Red Hood? We know he lives here!” 

The half had had enough. Here he was, on page 2 of a 5 page paper, while on 9 shots of espresso and 3 energy drinks to make up for the lack of sleep he got last night because of the same very guy this gang is looking for. He was going to strangle this man, hands down, screw the GIW. 

“I’m literally a college student trying to live off of a minimum wage salary, if all of us could be crime lords and afford an apartment without a day job, we’d all do it.”

“Where is the Red Hood?!”

The guy in the middle had yelled before pointing a gun right at Danny’s head. He sighed before standing and putting his hands above his head. 

“I don’t know. He’s not here, and I don’t even think he lives in the building.”

He didn’t know why he was covering for his neighbor's ass, but he already had one foot in, so why not the rest of him?

“Don’t bullshit me! We know he lives here!”

“Are you sure it was this building, and not the one across the alley?”

Dany inched closer as the main guy looked over at the goon next to him and started arguing. By the time they looked up, Danny was right in front of the gun, merely inches away from the barrel now pointed at his chest. 

“Boo.”

His eyes glowed a vibrant neon green before the lights turned off leaving the apartment in pitch black. 

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Red Hood cursed as he realized how careless he’d been. One of his men had informed him that they received a warning from one of their informants. Apparently, there was a new gang on the rise with the sole purpose of taking him down. Somehow they’d followed him to his apartment one night and were staging an attack right now. Luckily, it didn’t seem like they knew his civilian identity, but he didn’t know that for sure. Plus, if they broke in and he wasn’t there, he didn’t want to know what they’d do to the others inhabiting the complex. 

It took him about two minutes to get there using his bike. He scaled the side of the building and got in through his window only to find his apartment exactly as he left it. Had his men lied to him? Or had the gang just not arrived yet? 

Well, that’s what he thought before he heard gunshots below his feet. He scrambled down the stairs and ran to the apartment below him, taking out his gun and slowly walking towards the door. It was dead silent. It seemed that the last noise to leave the place was that one stray bullet, since then not a sound. 

Hood cursed under his breath before turning the corner and moving the broken door out the way. Inside was a pile of 5 men in all black knocked unconscious with a man sitting on top of them criss crossed holding a bat with a green sticker on it in one hand while the other typed on the open laptop sitting in his lap. The vigilante didn’t even move. He lowered his gun to the floor and just stared at the scene at hand. Eventually the man looked up at him with ashy blue eyes and a tired look about them. He sighed before closing the laptop and resting his chin on the small end of the bat. 

“Dude, it’s 3 am. Can you please tell your enemies to stick to acceptable invasion hours?” 

Hood didn’t even know what to say. He just stood there at the door, even clocked his head sideways in confusion. The other sighed.

“I have a class at 7 am tomorrow and this paper is due like yesterday, so can you just, I don’t know? Schedule this shit? Or at least make sure they have the right apartment. I didn’t complain about the noise before, but this is ridiculous.” 

Yeah, Jason couldn’t believe his eyes or ears right now. Was this man serious? He cleared his throat before finally speaking.

“Right… sorry about that? I guess? I’ll take them off your hands. No promises about the schedule though. I can’t exactly control when people try to kill me.”

He stepped forward only for the other to raise the bat at him threateningly. He still sat on the 5 men, and still was pretty far away from Hood, so why he raised the bat he didn’t know. 

“Do you want them in your house or not?”

“I want you to stay right there and pay for the bullet holes in my walls.”

“You just said-”

“Oh, I know, but you agreed so readily I’m testing the waters.”

What the fuck was up with this guy, seriously. 

“You know I have a gun right? I could shoot you”

“Well so did they, and look where that ended them. Gunless and knocked out.”

Touche, Jason wanted to say, but didn’t. One of the men on the ground started to move and groan, his neighbor, without breaking eye contact with him, spun the bat in his hand and hit the man dead center on the head, knocking him out once more. 

Was Jason attracted to this? Maybe.

[kaleidoskuls]

Mike, to himself: i am a man. i like manly stuff.

Will, walking by: *smiles at him*

Mike, following after him: such as other men.

[bisaster-energy]

woe kuwameshi meme be upon ye

[skillzissue]

POV: ur past self is SO far from the truth and u accidentally let it slip 💀💀

[menhera-worm]

Long time no post lol anyway happy pride here are dzat and my HCs for em!!!! (More in depth in tags if anyone cares lol)

[heartsiintune]

birthday in 3 days (giggles like a damn maniac)

[koipalm]

attendant sy getting carried to Qian Cao all the time is so funny to me 😭 he'd be so pissed when he wakes up to someone hot I imagine. like yeah ! ok ! make me look worse by being beautiful standing over my bedside !!!

THE ACCURSED XIANXIA BEAUTY FILTER.... i think it would be reeeeaaallly funny if everyone looked normal bc its the real world now but shen yuan just really liked men. but i digress shen yuan wakes up on qian cao peak with a headache to see Peak Lord Mu Qingfang Himself checking his pulse and is like. this feels like the start of a. the start of a. no dont think about it

[thingsarenotgoinhwell]

okayyy let me get this straight

this was letting someone know its okay if your gay and wanna come out

but this wasn't!!!!

[thyandrawrites]

Fuck him up, baby

[frobby]

I CANT BELIEVE YALL WERE RIGHT ABOUT HIM

[trivalentlinks]

Let F be a Floer homology theory. For the purposes of this talk, you can assume it's any Floer homology theory you like, and if you don't like any Floer homology theory, then pretend you do like one and assume it's that one

-- a conference speaker