#i hate queers/j

[splatoonfuntimes]

I decided to color a manga panel for these two sillies. (I’m sorry about the sloppy coloring on the weapons. I’m like dead ass blind/exg)

Anyway, I’m going to tell you guys some Gloves and Vintage headcanons I have

Vintage is totally trans. I even have something that somewhat proves this. So, we know inklings are named after their accessories in the coroika universe. During Skull’s “flashbacks” of some sort or whatever, we see Vintage is NOT wearing his Takoroka Nylon Vintage. So, he must have changed his name at some point. MTF Trans Vintage 4 life!!!

Vintage is a gayass

If there’s a splatoon version of No Doubt, Vintage TOTALLY listens to it

Vintage’s eyes have a way of “glowing” in the dark, but it’s this dull glow. It’s kinda freaky

Vintage is an inktoling that just happens to look more inkling

Gloves is a firefly squid!!!!!!

Gloves has multiple piercings done at home that only didn’t get infected because Half-Rim helped him with them

Gloves has multiple stick and poke tattoos

Gloves paints his nails

Gloves is totally friends with Backwards n the rest of that gay squid’s team

If there’s some splatoon version of the Offspring, Gloves would so listen but misinterpret the songs

Gloves is trans Mtf

He’s a bisexual boy (him and Aloha are AuDHD trans bisexual solidarity)

[triona-tribblescore]

gonna start drawing up the next anlfm update today~ Will it be done today? thats a different question...

[whatohitsonfirewelp]

You know what I will hate?

If someone else has to point out how Buck or Eddie feels. I know that’s a popular trope, but honestly? Fuck that.

Fuck having to tell a queer person who they’re supposed to be with, how they’re supposed to feel. I actually hate that so much. Because why, why is it that after being told we’re supposed to love certain people, and we realize we don’t, we’re told from ALL SIDES who we are supposed to love after we come out. From the people who don’t accept us to the people that do.

I don’t want Tommy telling Buck that hey man you’re in love with Eddie

I want Buck to realize and accept this on his own, it’s HIS choice it’s HIS life he’s finally free so Let Him Have The Control

I don’t want Marisol to tell Eddie he’s not in love with her, he’s in love with Buck. I actually HATE when fans decide the girlfriend has to take upon that role.

I want Eddie to have his own oh moment. I want Eddie to have this soft, happy, light feeling of being free.

I don’t want Christopher a literal chick to tell Buck and Eddie they’re in love.

I want them to discover it together on their own. I want them to talk to Christopher separately and together about it. Don’t involve a child in the love lives of adults.

I do not fucking want Hen (or Karen and Josh) to look at these two and say I called it.

THEY ARE ALSO QUEER!! They KNOW what it’s like to feel the need to keep this part of yourself a secret, to be scared, to be overwhelmed with emotions, to finally feel free.

I want them to be so so unbelievably happy and proud of Buck and Eddie and to not take away from their discovery of themselves. 

I don’t want past girlfriends showing up and saying they knew something was off.

Because you know what? Let’s not make queer characters uncomfortable and guilty for something that wasn’t their fault, something they weren’t even AWARE of, or to feel any pain for a relationship that is very much over.

I don’t think you guys understand how much you seem to demand for us to get buddie as queer, to have Eddie and Buck as queer, and in the same breath want to take what that means away from them

Them realizing they are queer is not something that other characters should have a huge opinion or input on. It should be THEM worried about what others will say and think only to find out they are so loved by those who truly matter.

Coming out as queer is HUGE. It’s not easy, it can be confusing and it’s overwhelming. Let Buck, and if it happens then Eddie as well, go about their own journey their way. Stop forcing other characters, straight or queer, to be in it. It’s not about anyone else but them. It’s not a simple love story of two men that are already out. It’s about realizing hey, this thing I thought I was my entire life? It’s not true.

Let them process that and take it in and explorer what is a completely newworld.

[moonlightsapphic]

Jonny and Alex: This isn’t a romance, just so you know. This is a horror. No one will be okay.

Jonny and Alex: *writes an epic star-crossed angsty romance spanning an entire season of pining and another entire season of fluff, complete with an adventerous quest, tragic choices and heartfelt declarations of love*

Bonus:

Jonny and Alex in Season 4 Q&A

Jonny: One thing I will say unequivocally: You will never hear a kiss in The Magnus Archives, because audio-only kisses are the worst thing in the world.

Alex: They sound terrible—like, it’s not an option.

Jonny: No one is kissing. No. One. Is kissing in the Magnus Archives.

Jonny and Alex in Season 5 Q&A:

Alex: If I’d gave any ground, we’d have ended up with non-stop snogging.

Jonny: Yep—snogs galore.

Alex (laughing): Title of The Magnus Archives 2: Snogs Galore.

[the-sun-is-also-a-star]

my favourite hc is that remus is unlabeled. he's always known that he likes boys too but he doesn't care enough to label himself. it's always been sirius for him and that's all that mattered.

[thetisming]

i think if you put &j against south park in a queer media tournament it would lose. and if you put &j against hazbin hotel in a queer media tournament it would lose. and if you put &j against Homestuck in a queer media tournament it would lose. and basically this show deserves so many more fans and i hate everything

[numelfanclub]

drew gladion for my friend plue :3

[stupid-nblm]

when he calls you dear >>>

[catstellationchaos]

just in case you needed some bad quality reaction images...

[ink-flavored]

Kinktober2023 Day 17: Nipple Play

banner art by @/auroblaze

Play Date contains: coming untouched, light bondage, strap-on, anal sex, cis/trans, angel/demon dysphoria warning: Pride is a trans man whose genitals are described with the following terms: cunt, clit. Please use discretion if these words will trigger any dysphoria. Kinktober2023 Prompt List & Neocities Page Tips are appreciated!

Pride got home and skipped into the living room, a tiny shopping bag dangling from his fingers. He found Justice sitting on the couch, reading a book with his fake glasses on. There was no time for that.

“Jus-tice,” he sang. He slipped the book out of his hands and set it aside. Justice sputtered a protest, trying to grab it back, but Pride replaced it by sitting in his lap. “I’m home.”

“Yes,” Justice said, laughing tiredly, “I can see tha—mmg?”

Pride interrupted him with a kiss. It was far deeper than any standard “welcome home” greeting, but he couldn’t help it. He pushed Justice’s fake glasses up his forehead and devoured him, pressing forward into his chest. Confused, all Justice could do was return it, mouthing back at his lips. Pride popped off as soon as he’d begun, grinning fiercely.

“Wh-why?” Justice stammered, catching his breath.

“I bought something for you,” Pride said. He jiggled the little shopping bag around.

“Thank you, that’s so sweet of you.”

“I know.” He tossed the bag aside. “I’m so sweet, I already put it on.”

Pride peeled his shirt off and watched Justice go from baffled to stunned in real time. “Oh,” he said, eyes transfixed on the new jewelry dangling from Pride’s chest.

Two golden barbells sat snug against his nipples, with a long, thin chain connecting them in an arc. It jostled against his skin when he wiggled around to show it off. The tiny round ends caught the light of Justice’s halo, winking at him. Pride could sit here all day, but he wouldn’t.

“You can touch,” he purred, sliding Justice’s hands up his body.

Justice glanced at him, shocked and hopeful, then back down. Cautious fingers brushed over the barbells. He traced the golden chain to the other side, brushing a thumb over the nipple. Pride sighed hotly, not-so-secretly excited for this. When he saw this set on display, he knew he needed it—he and Justice both. It felt so nice to be proven right.

“They’re beautiful,” Justice said, forced to catch his breath again.

“They’re for you,” Pride said. He leaned in to kiss his cheek. “I know how much you like when I dress up your favorite toys.”

Justice shuddered and lust wafted onto his tongue, flowery and sweet. Pride kissed a short line to his mouth, picking up the kiss right where they left off. This time, Justice joined him eagerly, with an added twist—literally.

He rolled barbells and Pride groaned into his mouth. The snug metal bar pressed into his soft nipples, quickly hardening under the attention. Justice gave each one a gentle twist, holding them in place. Pride whined for more, urging him on with a deeper kiss.

Emboldened, Justice pinched and rubbed and flicked his stiff nipples. He gave Pride a dizzying amount of attention all at once, drawing out soft moans with every turn. Hot sparks chased each other up his nerves, all stemming from his chest and the restless fingers there. Pride pushed into his hands, chain jostling against him.

Seizing an opportunity, Justice twisted his fingers in the chain and tugged it. Pride moaned into his face, fully breaking the kiss. He pulled the chain down and pushed a nipple up against the force of it, flicking it over and over with his thumb. Whining so brokenly he was almost embarrassed, Pride rocked in his lap, more than a little wet now.

”A-are you trying to make me come like this?” he breathed.

“Not on purpose,” Justice promised, “but I guess it wouldn’t be too hard.”

Pride stopped moving. He made Justice put his arms down. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing? I’ve just noticed that when we start foreplay here”—he passed over a nipple gently—"you tend to finish a little faster.”

“Um, need I remind you that I gave you the first orgasm of your entire life?”

“Because it means that you come for me every time I do this.” Pride pressed his mouth close to his ear. “Are you gonna come, Justice? Are you gonna be a good boy and come?” The soft flavor lust instantly spiked, and Pride felt something else spike underneath him.

“What does that have to do with anything I said?”

“Th-that’s different,” Justice stuttered, trying to regain his composure. “You only do that when we’re in the middle of sex.”

“So your magical orgasm techniques count, but mine don’t?”

“I’m not saying it’s magic—I’m just saying it wouldn’t be too hard to make you come with only nipple play.”

“Oh, please. As long as you have something up your ass, I don’t even have to touch you.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Is it?”

They stared each other down, eyes narrowed. There was only one way this could be settled.

“Bet,” Pride challenged.

“You’re on,” Justice agreed.

From there, they jumped off the couch and raced to the bedroom. All of foreplay was spent negotiating the terms of the bet, which was perfectly sexy in Pride’s opinion, although Justice did tell him to “shut up about the logistics” while fingering him open. It didn’t matter. What mattered was this was a competition and Pride was going to win.

He ended up on his back, harness fitted with a dildo, and his arms cuffed to the bedframe to make sure he truly couldn’t touch Justice. On top, Justice rode the strap-on to give himself plenty of access to Pride’s chest, golden jewelry tugged and twisted under his fingers. This sex was strictly business, only drawing out moans and gasps as a formality.

It was the only time that Pride was determined not to orgasm. He gnawed his lip, trying to ignore his aching wet cunt, and the pleasure zapping his nerves from the hot pinches and flicks Justice gave his nipples. Pride drove all his energy and focus into thrusting, snapping his hips against Justice ass.

Justice rocked on his strap, keeping a cleaner composure than Pride thought was possible. Channeling centuries of serving in God’s army, Justice zeroed in on the nipples under his hands, and attacked like it was his sole duty. It was like he filled himself to the hilt because he could, taking every hard thrust Pride gave him with only a grunt in response.

“Have you,” Pride accused, “been faking all your cute moans this whole time?”

“No way,” Justice said, almost laughing. “I’m trying—very hard right now.”

“Wow, that sounds tough.” He bucked again. “Maybe you should relax a little.”

“Not a chance.”

He twisted Pride’s nipples hard, drawing out a long moan. Pride struggled against the leather cuffs, chains clattering against the headboard.

“I think you should relax,” Justice retorted.

“And deprive you of your playthings? Never.”

Pride rolled his hips and must have hit a good spot. Justice’s careful poise cracked, and he moaned pressing his hands flat against Pride’s chest. He jostled around, hoping to make Justice ride him harder. Not having his hands free sucked.

“I can do this all day,” he lied.

“So can I,” Justice panted.

“Yeah, right.” Pride gave him short, little thrusts. “We both know you’re as horny for my fancy new studs as I am.”

Justice puffed, ignoring it. But when he tangled his fingers in the golden chain, his breath got shaky. Pride pushed his hips up harder, driving into his ass, and watching his neglected cock bounce from the effort.

“The whole reason this started,” he continued, “was because you couldn’t stop playing with me.”

A hard pinch knocked the air out of him for a few seconds, Justice fighting back strategically. He rubbed Pride’s nipples in hard circles, pressing them against the barbells. Fingers wrapped in the chain, he tugged it, pulling the puffy red nubs in any direction he pleased.

“F-fuck,” Pride hissed, snapping his hips on instinct. Justice gasped, and he pounced on the opportunity. “See? You just have to have your little toys, don’t you?”

Finally giving in, he bounced on the strap. And not a second too soon—Pride felt his gut tighten and his poor, overworked nipples tingled and stung from pleasure.

“Maybe if you get bored, I can get my clit pierced. Give you something else to play with.”

Justice froze. Lips folded tight together, he clenched every muscle. Between his legs, cum dribbled out of his cock and down his shaft. Pride grinned, triumphant.

“Yeah, you like that?” he teased. “You want a new toy, baby?”

With a whimper, Justice let himself come. He gripped the sheets in his fists and moaned, cock spurting weak strips of cum. When he was done, he pulled himself up off the strap, and collapsed on Pride’s shoulder. Pride basked in it, enjoying his victory.

“I win,” he declared. “So that means th-tha—hah—”

The rest of his sentence got strangled out of him. Justice slinked down and sucked his nipple, fingers toying with the other. Pride was caught between being licked and pinched, a hot tongue flicking the barbell. His body ached and screamed for release, stimulation drawn to a hard peak.

“Fuck you,” Pride gasped as he came, painting his trunks with another pool of wetness.

Justice giggled thickly, kissing a line up his neck. “I win too.”

[xoxytoxinx]

You ducking fags can go burn in hell @xxrinnyxrunnyxx @vexypest

[james-winston]

Yoko has such an awkward relationship with John's sexuality not because he was attracted to men, but because he was attracted to Paul.

[toastsnaffler]

Good Grief I need to meet more dykes....

[dyketennant]

being a crowley kinnie is harder than being a u.s. marine

[piningprecussionist]

Hey so I filled out this chart (apparently pulled from twitter) and I just wanna know if you guys either A) have a better chart I can be Even More Unhinged with (thought I saw one once) or B) just want to see the absolute fucking Mess Of A Thing I have made

(I do have my initial version and then like 5 others where they're all separated out onto different layers and saved individually-- it features basically everything I could think of, but I'm probably/definitely still missing a few, if anyone has any specific ones they wanna know about and send in.)

Oh also. From the original chart <3 (I Hate Him. /gen)

And also this (the ship this was connected to got upgraded in the newer version honestly)

[gxlden-angels]

Oh...oh saying you hate something/someone is pleasant, actually