mrs-monaghan · 3 days ago
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I’ve seen a lot of talk about how JK loves Jimin in the show, many have pointed out all the things he says and does for Jimin. But what does Jimin do for JK? How did we see him love Jk in the show because I’m struggling to see it and hate that.
You mean apart from claiming him?
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Coz anon, letting the world know a person is yours kinda goes to show Jimin loves the hell out of JK... hard enough to announce to everyone, but okay. If u want us to look at a few instances then we shall...
I gotta say though, not seeing how Jimin loves JK is wild. But, let's proceed.
I personally still can't get over Jimin waxing himself for JK. Its giving, amazing boyfriend who knows what his man likes 😏
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I'm sorry but that is so gay
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Alright anon. To really start us off, is the reason why AYS exists in the first place.
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We saw JK missing Jimin here and Jimin missing JK here. So Jimin doing this did not surprise me at all. I mean, we all remember he's it done before in 2019, so he's a grand gestures type of boyfriend. Wbk 😍🥺 I mean, man did say he would travel to the moon for JK. Literally.
So yeah, that's Jimin for ya. The guy who you can't seem to see just how much he loves JK 🤦🏽‍♀️ Moving on... so they decided to play RPS
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Jimin wins and what does he do?
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That's right. The rule of the game is to pick what you want first and eat that. But no, Mimi knows his baby loves to eat so even though he won, he finds out first what JK wants.
They play again, Jimin wins and once again,
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He offers JK first.
Makes you wonder what the point of this game is atp 😂😂 but Jimin will always put his man first and that's on fax. Cue editors pointing it out for you anon;
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Still you missed it... smh.
Next.
When he allowed a probably tired JK to rest on his shoulder.
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How cute was that? It reminded me of this:
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Jimin doesn't love JK you say? Let's continue ☺
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JK is special. We've known this for years. Jimin has always given JK that special treatment and has never even tried to hide it.
This post would feel incomplete if we didn't talk about their none existent hyung/dongsaeng dynamic.
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Not me going into bedroom territory and cackling at the fact that JK probably loves to rile up top Jimin. 🤭🤭
Ahem. Moving on swiftly 😌 to this other sweet moment.
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i.e Jimin giving up his seat for JK.
And you who is reading this saying that aint a big deal... umm, I beg to differ??? They were filming something that was gonna be viewed by millions so of course one wants to look their best. And JK knew this which is why he asked Jimin about his best side in the first place. So yeah, this was a very sweet thing Jimin did for JK.
Jimin is a really nice person. You know? Like, Jikook aside, this dude is the real deal.
Anygays,
Jimin supporting JK's music. Standing next to you especially 😂 but I also loved when he sang hate you. That was awesome. And don't forget SEVEN too.
Last but definitely not least (due to maximum image space) Right in the beginning anon, the show opens with Jimin being super worried about JK's voice.
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Jimin is not even subtle with how he treats and loves and dotes on JK.
I'm struggling to see it and I hate that.
Anon I can't believe you. Struggling? With Jimin of all people? Just for that I'll be coming back with a part 2. Hope these moments ring some bells for ya
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batmanisagatewaydrug · 2 days ago
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"a straight Riddler is like... not a total oxymoron but it's not a good look" is it the Tom King one or would you say his Riddlers (OBD or TWoJaR, your choice) are queer too?
now at risk of going full Riddler scholar you're forgetting one of Tom King's OTHER shitty Riddlers, the one from the 2022 miniseries Killing Time. who is pretty fucking gay, about Batman for the record.
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he and Selina have kind of a Ryan and Sharpay Evans schtick going on that's always ALMOST fun until one of them talks too long and the King dialogue ruins it again.
One Bad Day Riddler is like... a frigid evil old queen to me. he's definitely tried to fuck sex workers who remind him of his dead sex worker mom specifically so he can treat them badly but it's never worked For Some Reason he can't stay hard so then he just gets even more pissed. titanic levels of repression fitting his inexplicable pseudo-British schoolboy upbringing. would be so much more chill if he had ever even once had a messy hookup with a guy.
I haven't read TWOJAR (although I fear I will have to cross the bridge eventually) but to me he's part of a more contemporary Riddler trend where Eddie's like. he's still bisexual but he also got redpilled by 4chan incels and he's too busy being a weird misogynist whining about how women won't fuck him to notice that he's also into dudes. like whenever he gets hard thinking about Batman he assumes it's just because Batman is a sigma chad and convinces himself that it's totally normal for straight men to jack off thinking about men they assume are more sexually successful than they are.
if anyone ever has the opportunity to make Tom King read this please do, I think it might kill him and I want to be able to take credit for that.
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wwasted · 1 day ago
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me, lying here wide awake at 4 am unable to stop thinking about a clegan social media high school au. so here’s a thousand words of Thoughts so maybe I can sleep tonight.
Gale’s instagram isn’t all that telling when you’re viewing it. He doesn’t really post himself that often because he doesn’t find himself that interesting to look at despite how the girls at school react to him. It’s all pictures of endless Wyoming skies in shades of orange and pink, animals he sees while he walks home from school, and Marge. The few photos he does have of himself are giving artsy indie folk all americana boy, the tousled blond hair and blueblueblue eyes. John’s page on the other hand is chaos. He regularly posts memes that make absolutely no sense, like he’s def got deep fried brain rot. He has notifications turned on for the nutter butter TikTok account. It’s a lot of him at parties hanging off people because he’s tactile and loves being a good time boy. And then even more prevalent is him in his baseball uniform. Which is how Gale finds him one day, when he pops up on his popular page and he just about throws his phone out the window. For a minute he almost panic refreshes because his mind is not ready to confront the fact that he’s definitely fucking gay judging by the way he felt like he was falling out of a plane without a parachute at just a glance of John. And honestly who could blame him? The tight baseball pants tucked into long socks, the shirt that looks way too tight to actually be something the guy can wear to play a sport, the serious determined look he has. And Gale refuses to believe this dude isn’t a fucking actor or a model or something because who the fuck looks like that as a teenager? Yeah Gale got an average height and decent voice from the puberty lottery but he sure as fuck wasn’t built like that. And then he clicks on his page and realizes that John has 600 something followers (which is crazy, bc Gale has like 60, he can’t imagine knowing that many people) and is definitely a high school student judging by his bio. And he just kind of dies a little bit? He feels light headed, like he’s been struck dumb by just one picture of this kid. And is it possible to fall in love with someone from just one picture? Gale doesn’t want to deal with those thoughts. So he just turns off his phone and stares at the ceiling, willing himself to sleep so he can’t forget about John and baseball pants. He doesn’t even fucking like sports.
But he definitely remembers John’s username (even though he’d rather not and it’s probably something weird so he really shouldn’t) and he’ll come back a few times a week and check to see if John’s posted anything new. And John doesn’t disappoint. He’s much more open about sharing himself and his life than Gale ever could be. And he’s content with having this crush from afar because he’s absolutely never following this guy (yeah he has a lot of followers, but not enough that he wouldn’t notice if someone new followed him) and it all goes according to plan until he’s sitting with Marge at lunch one day, and she’s hanging off him, arm around his shoulders, talking to one of her girlfriends. And Gale can’t resist sneaking a peek at John’s insta. (Cue Gale frantically googling whether it’s possible to be addicted to looking at a person) and Marge just happens to glance down when she feels the change in his body language and it’s totally innocent, she just thinks maybe this is some guy Gale is talking to, she knows he’s been trying to discreetly explore his sexuality more and is trying to be supportive, so she says “oh he’s cute” and reaches down and double taps a photo of John leaning against a wall with a red solo cup in his hand, head slightly tilted back so his neck is exposed in a way that’s fucking indecent, especially with the way the collar of his black shirt is loose, like someone grabbed it and pulled so there’s just a flash of strong shoulder and collarbone. Somehow even worse he’s kinda sweaty, curls a mess, smiling at the person taking the picture like he just got away with something. And Gale loses it lmao like he’s not mad because he hates getting mad but also what the fuck and he quickly explains all this to Marge who feels absolutely terrible but also tries to talk Gale into not unliking the photo “it’ll just make it even more weird, I promise, he probably won’t even see it or he’ll think it’s someone he goes to school with it’ll be fine” and she’s so calm and reassuring that Gale starts to believe her (even tho in the back of his mind he realizes that he couldn’t have liked a more incriminating photo if he tried, he sneaks a glance at the likes and comments the photo already has and it’s almost all girls with a few guys sprinkled in which duh the photo is fucking pure sin and absolutely should not be perceived by people but Gale thanks whatever higher power there is that John doesn’t seem to realize that)
And so he goes home and is content with the fact that it’ll probably be fine. He’ll take a tolerance break from looking at John and in a week, everything will be normal again. He’ll quietly thirst from a far and work on getting the hell out of this town. But then right before he’s going to bed, he gets a notification from instagram. And he assumes it’s Marge sending him cat memes like she always does so he’s not really thinking anything of it until he wakes up his phone and his mind completely crashes out bc that is definitely John’s fucking username with a DM attached. Gale doesn’t think he’s ever moved so fast in his life, quite literally catapulting himself from his bed and immediately FaceTimes Marge while silently screaming. And she’s trying so hard to be supportive and not laugh at Gale’s reaction, but she can’t help it. He’s worse than she is when she has a crush. She slowly coaxes him to at least read the preview of the message, even if Gale is adamant that he’s not opening it, in fact he’s deleting his instagram. He’s deleting all his social media. He’s getting rid of his phone and he’s gonna hike into the mountains of Wyoming and live off grid until he dies.
“hey do I know u?”
Also i imagine gale’s profile picture being something like this:
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bc like i said artsy lil indie fucker and when John (who is very comfortable in his bisexuality) sees it he can’t believe that’s a real person in the world (which funny bc Gale doesn’t view himself as someone who would be attractive to others, in his mind he’s average, maybe below average bc of his anti social tendencies) and John is just hoping that this is some new kid at their school and he’s absolutely going to r u i n him so he hits the follow button and sends that message, hoping hoping hoping.
Does Marge talk him into replying? How does Gale explain himself to John? If he does, how does John take the fact that Gale lives almost 16 hours away from him?
Next time on dragon ball z or smth
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willowshimmer · 3 months ago
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This entire scene is just them fucking in their own fucked up way.
They were having sex in this scene! I don't care what other people say they were having sex!
There is no heterosexual explanation for why he smiled like that!
- Mod 2
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nibbelraz · 1 year ago
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Fellas is it gay to kiss your fellow transmigration bro on the mouth with tongue?
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stormesandshowersparttwo · 10 months ago
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I need to kiss every inch of you, as a bro
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gophergal · 11 months ago
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Y'know, I think that bed might be too small
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the-batcomputer-project · 5 months ago
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I love the idea that Jason and Roy are married. It doesn’t necessarily have to be romantic though. Did they need to do it for an undercover job once and were too lazy to undo it? Maybe. Drunk night in Vegas? It’s possible. Married purely for tax benefits? Sounds like something they would do. Are they genuinely in love and got married out of pure devotion to one another? I could see it. Regardless of the reason, I like to think that they are married, and that no one else quite knows the reason. Neither of them will give a straight answer, and Lian changes the story every time she’s asked.
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anotheraverageairbreather · 7 months ago
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Schlurp schlurp
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daddysclownboy · 2 months ago
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Sirius *T posing on the escalator*
James *holding onto him and singing the music from titanic very badly and loudly*
Remus *dying of shame*
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good-to-drive · 6 months ago
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It's interesting how the fandom elects this almost feminine identity to both Paul and George but in such totally different ways. It's like Paul is this cutesy naughty schoolgirl you'd have flirty banter with in the church parking lot and George is this weed smoking sex addicted lesbian who'd eat your pussy next to a dumpster behind the McDonald's in a way you'd never quite forget.
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spitblaze · 6 days ago
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when heterosexuals do literary analysis of works in which queerness and the persecution thereof are major themes which they just completely skip over or call 'confusing relationships'
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kiirotoao · 8 months ago
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I find it so interesting how Mike uses “dude” and “man” with Will whenever they’re fighting. One the one hand, it could just be Mike’s reflex emphasizers when he’s upset, but then when you look at the context of Mike and Will when they’re fighting so pointedly about each other and the underlying romantic pushes and pulls, it’s strange, because it seems like Mike is overcompensating for that romantic tension and trying to explicitly frame Will as his friend, and… it just makes me think.
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lelouch · 3 months ago
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Lelouch & Suzaku being boybestfriends
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teatitty · 2 months ago
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This is Kakashi and Gai's friendship to me
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stevethehairington · 2 years ago
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Eddie doesn't know how they got here, he really doesn't.
One second it's the two of them, hanging out in Steve's room, listening to Steve's admittedly not-so-shitty music, and the next... well, the next they're sitting side by side on Steve's big bed, so close that their shoulders press together, with their pants down around their ankles and their hands on their respective dicks.
It's... yeah. It's yeah.
Eddie's trying not to look over at Steve — he isn't sure if he's allowed to. He wants to, but he doesn't know what the rules are here. It's not like he's ever done something, anything, like this before, jerking off with a friend. Jesus fucking christ. He doesn't want to make Steve feel weird if he does ... though, really, Eddie isn't so sure how Steve doesn't feel weird about this in the first place — looking or not. It's one of Eddie's wildest dreams come to life and even he feels weird about it.
He can peek out of his peripherals, though, and he does. Sees the way Steve's bicep flexes as he moves his hand, his arm; sees the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, as he pants. Because, jesus christ, Eddie can hear him panting.
In his distracted haze, Eddie's hand catches against the head of his dick and he has to bite down, hard, on his lip to keep from whining. No way is he going to draw attention to himself like that.
But Steve's attention is already on him. His head, it lolls to the side, right against Eddie's shoulder, the corner of his wet lips searing into Eddie's skin.
And fuck, fuck. Eddie's breath hitches, his hand stutters. He picks up the pace, just a little bit, and his eyes nearly roll back in his head as the soft sounds of skin on skin to his left speed up too, matching his pace.
Steve's head shifts then, turns so his chin digs into Eddie's shoulder now. Eddie can feel Steve's eyes on him, looking. Not at what's going on between his legs, though — at his face. His eyes, his cheek, the slope of his nose, the bow of his lips. Like those pieces of Eddie are so much more compelling, so much more enticing to him.
Eddie suppresses a shiver, and squeezes his hand tighter around himself, twisting his wrist too. He swallows down a groan, exhales heavily. His eyelids flutter, his jaw clenches.
And he turns his head towards Steve.
Almost immediately it's too much. The way Steve's watching him, with those big, glossy eyes. The way the warm hazel of his irises has nearly disappeared beneath his pupils. The way his lips are red, shining, bitten.
Eddie's chin drops towards his chest, and Steve's head tips forward, just enough for them to meet halfway. Their foreheads press together, and Eddie has to close his eyes.
It's way too much.
Steve's breathing heavy. Eddie can hear each soft little sound he makes on every exhale, and he can feel his breath fanning hot against his cheek, his lips. It makes the heat in his belly curl tighter, pushes him closer to the edge.
Steve's nose bumps into Eddie's then, and Eddie's breath catches in his throat. He doesn't know how Steve got so close, doesn't know why, but there he is. There he is.
And then the next thing he knows there's a pair of lips against his own, warm and wet and so soft. It's tentative, barely even a kiss — nothing yet. Just Steve testing the waters.
And Eddie is receptive, oh is he receptive. He opens his mouth for Steve, slots their lips together, lets him in.
And then they're kissing — really kissing.
Eddie's heart jumps in his chest, and so does his cock where it rests, momentarily forgotten against the palm of his hand.
His strokes start back up then, quick and relentless, and he gasps into Steve's mouth, bites at his lips, kisses like he needs it.
It isn't until Steve's hand knocks Eddie's own out of the way so it can curl around Eddie's cock instead that Eddie finally fucking loses it. He doesn't know how he lasted this long in the first place — not with Steve touching himself right next to him, not with Steve kissing him like he's lost in the desert and Eddie is the last drink of water.
All it takes is a brush of Steve's thumb over the tip of his dick and Eddie comes harder than he ever has in his entire life.
He doesn't get the chance to get his own hand on Steve in return because Steve follows quickly after him. He comes with the prettiest expression twisting up his face and this soft, breathy moan that sounds a lot like Eddie's name, and jesus christ, if Eddie hadn't just blown his own load he surely would have then and there. Even still, his dick gives a valiant twitch of interest anyways.
They're not even really kissing anymore, just breathing into each other's mouths as they ride out the shockwaves.
But then,
"Fuck," Steve breathes as he comes down, forehead slipping from Eddie's and falling back down to Eddie's shoulder.
Eddie follows the movement, lets his neck roll to the side. He takes in the sated glow that radiates off of Steve, the boneless dip of his shoulders, the loose line of his spine. Thinks some of that might be reflected in his own body, too.
He hasn't felt this good in a while.
Steve must sense Eddie's stare when after a few seconds more, his head tips up so he can meet Eddie's gaze. A dopey smile pulls at his mouth. "We should definitely do that again sometime," he says with this fluttery little laugh.
Eddie's heart skips in his chest then clenches tight. He doesn't know what to say back to that, thinks fuck, yeah, please might be too much for whatever... this is. So he just stays quiet instead, doesn't say anything back. Lets his loose body language and his own indulgent smile be answer enough.
Because Steve is right — fuck indeed.
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