#yeah they got the chemistry

[booasaur]

wtFOCK - 7x03

[introspectivememories]

too many of you guys think nico is the loser and not lewis for letting the divorce go on for so long. like they're both losers about each other. emotionally constipated idiots who can't talk about their toxic homoerotic friendship that imploded on itself like 8 years ago and are now making it everyone else's problem. yeah nico's on television or in beer gardens talking about lewis all the time but like every other month some reporter is like "lewis, what's your favorite moment in your career?" and lewis no hesitation is like "oh man, karting, y'know? everything was simpler then" and then spends another six months skirting around nico's name. like this whole thing they're doing in the media isn't some kinda extended foreplay for them. they're both still pressing on the bruise to make sure it's still there!!! every few months, they're literally just asking on public television, does it still hurt for you like it does for me? and like clockwork, someone will release new information about them or one of them will say something about each other (in my heart, he's still my best friend/yes... and teammate) and the answer will remain the same, yes, of course, always.

[weirdfishy]

gotta urgent need for some not-quite-yet punkflower where hobie is chillin in some rubble post-(successful) battle all knackered out n miles is visiting (idk bc he just told his parents abt spiderman n it went well so he's bursting at the seems with love at being accepted n all yea? he's gotta tell someone, and why not him? why not hobie? it's no one else but hobie he's gotta tell, if he's being honest with himself [denile is not a river in his egypt, ok pav?] so yeah, he finds himself on 138) n catches the tail end of the battle, tracks down where hobie decided to make a couch outta concrete and lands in front of him, buzzing with cheezy lovey dovey feelins of elation, top o' the fucken world, and asks on abt hobie, rambling until hobie just lifts a hand, a silent ask for help up, (always asking for connection always makin sure they're actually there) n miles, have i mentioned he's happy? he's straight up a sap, so he takes that hand.

he takes that hand gently, bending at the waist a bit, dramatically sweeping back his other arm, bowing, for hell's sake, n plants a kiss on the back of hobie's hand, nice n proper, with a cheeky wink to boot (he'd finally fixed the eye mechanisms last week, thanks to penny), before pulling up new london's own spiderman chest to chest with a bright laugh that puts a different kind of stars in hobie's eyes, half dancing half belting out a song in spanish he doesn't quite understand but knows all the words to (it's some continental dialect, nothing his mami speaks, but would filter out the headphones of that kid in his building he walked w in middle school everyday)

before the sirens start getting closer n hobie can feel the warmth of miles-- the warmth of his smile, his hair that's still sparking from transdimensional travel, his arms, chest, laughter, everything, n all at once it pulls every affectionate n pining bit of hobie to the surface, if he weren't wearing his mask his blush would be so impossibly visible it's straight mad how much hobie loves n adores miles, how much seeing miles be happy lights hobie's whole fucking world

and oh, hobie's never seen a god he didn't punch, never believed in any one he couldn't, but right now, with his fingers entwined with miles', aches leaving his bones like he's never felt his left shoulder twinge the second it drops below 21 just because miles just yelled fuck off to the approaching pigs, he could fall to his knees n swear pious fealty to milesmilesmiles.

but hobie is cool (never has a label stuck to him like the one miles has given him), and his real, livin n breathing god is starting to ramble, so hobie webs them upupup, heat along his back as god wraps arms around him, breath on his neck as home weaves tales into the leather wrapping it.

then miles hears hobie's stomach growl, so he starts pulling them away from the path of what he knows is towards hobie's flat, and towards what he swears is the only good puerto rican food in the whole of hobie's haunt, his excitement steamrolling over his usual stuttering spanish, exchanging shouts n jeers with everyone behind the counter

bc everyone knows him, like miles has lived here, earth-138, new london, his whole life, like hobie brown being dragged into the shop every other week by miles morales to get the same two plates (n an extra something for miles to gush over n hobie to taste) is how the rest of this life will go, like hobie n miles are together, in a way that the unsubtle looks the owner's kid at the register is aiming at miles' left hand are correct, but don't involve stuffy socially religious systems like marriage

but they're not, as much as hobie would love to kiss miles, gaze into his eyes for ages, hear his laughter, his off-key singing, his scritch-scritch of something on paper everyday-- bc he can't go abt this like he does everyone else, can't do it with half a foot out the door n a shrug as agreed; it's gotta be both feet on the floor, n it's gotta be for the rest of this life, so he'll take what he can get, and he'll take the distance n devotion, take the faith n the heartache. take what he can get from his god, glad to be touched by his god, glad to be loved by his god, across universes n the fall from his bed to the futon on the floor where miles decides to lay his head for choice holy nights

(hobie doesn't know miles is putting himself at the base of his god's shrine, hoping for his deity to fall into his arms, spikes n all, (ready, so ready to tear apart dimensions again for hobie, to bleed and cry n go to war for hobie) fingers splaying on the side of the mattress warmwarmwarm after hobie starts snoring, before they slip down softly, a prayer imparting from the pads, memorizing the patterns of his god's breath, the smell of the room, the borrowed shirt he wears, the sounds of a second city he calls home, thrumming full with a bass note plucked from an electric guitar, usually shaky hands sure n still picking out a different shape to hobie's eyebrow piercing, deftly screwing a star onto the bar. miles brings offerings to his god in pins n patches on clothing, stickers n torn out sketches decorating a shrine)

so they'll song n dance in new york, in new london; learning each other's cities, earths, haunts, people, arts, each other, like new scars for the collection- permanent and signs of living, odes to loving and protecting.

chest to chest, fingers entwined, warmth in the skies above cities, right on the edge of it all until they fall together, eyes wide open, gods broken down into blood and teeth and lovelovelove

not-quite-yet 2 - 3

. my ko-fi 💛

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[moonchild-in-blue]

I love when Vessel sings all aggressive and points at the crowd, because I feel like I'm being scolded and that's just really hot.

[sunnysideprincess]

Watching Sylvie not care about anything until it absolutely affects her is so goddamn infuriating. But I think it's also the plight of her character.

She was never given the opportunity to care for anything or anyone except her. Sure, the "pens" are important to us, to Loki. But they are not important to her because she didn't have the chance to interact with them, be friends with them. TVA didn't give her the same shot Loki was given. She doesn't remember Frigga, Thor or anybody from Asgard.

Loki has had the time to know love in whatever frugal way it was given to him. But not her. Not Sylvie.

She is beginning to care; we see it in the few glimpses we have of her normal life in her chosen timeline. And this is also why I would hate it if we get Sylki (or just Sylvie in any ship) before we see her flourish. Before we see her actually care about something, anything enough for her to sacrifice her own freedom—because that's the only thing that matters to her right now.

[couldneverhurtusnow]

"you're at the end of the kind of awards whirlwind, if you'd like, what's the thing you're gonna miss about each other the most when you have to kind of part ways --" (x)

[zestys-world]

Before you watch Naruto, there's something you should know...

[tamorii]

Holo doodle :) Started watching the 2008 anime this week!

[vyrion]

HOW WAS I NOT ALREADY FOLLOWING YOU????? jrwi, isat, AND rhythm doctor enjoyer???? That rules so much

omg hiii :3 jumping up and down shared interests!!! shared interests!!!!!

[suffarustuffaru]

making rezero queer content is like u gotta figure out EVERY SINGLE INCH of lore so that u can ALWAYS go “erm actually” if someone protests and says its not plausible fr……

[momomallowart]

Suit's turn~ ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔっ🖤

[femmefurina]

As far as Furina ships go I don't really have anything in particular for her. I think she would be compatible with Lumine, Nilou, Yun Jin and maybe even Ei & Miko (as a pair, don't tell me Miko wouldn't delight in teasing this turbovirgin).

It doesn't suit my headcanon for her (I relate to her as a strongly closeted lesbian since she had to basically put her whole self in the closet) but I also don't *mind* her shipped with Neuvillette, which I think the Genshin writers should take as an extremely high complement to their writing. I view their relationship more as close siblings though, but if a fic seems to be of exceptional quality I'll read it. Especially since it's near impossible to find fics involving exploring them from the siblings dynamic (I am asking for recs).

[ahxiang]

THAT EPISODE WAS SO GOOD WHAT THE FUCK

[taikanyohou]

“I guess, a guitar? But I can only play just a bit of it.” WHY YOU ... Y ME? (2022) - Episode 5.

[mxbitters]

my cramps are very bad and i am hungry and kind of want 2 cry but at least i can make them be in love <3

[not-poignant]

Love to see your fav characters' list...Do you know that the mangaka of Shouwa Genroku also wrote a few BL manga series? One of them is my all time BL fav, called : My Darling Kitten Hair (Itoshi no Nekokke)....Sorry if you already know and don't like the manga.

Hi anon,

I feel kind of bad writing this but like dsalkfjdsa yeah I did know that because I kind of literally said it in the paragraph where I say he's one of my favourite characters:

Yuurakutei Yakumo (Kikuhiku) from Shouwa Genroku Rakugo Shinjuu - I just… *flails* Almost no one has seen this anime series and it kind of kills me because firstly the books were written by someone practiced in writing BL and even though this isn’t BL you can still tell the vibes are there. Secondly, one of the most ace-coded characters ever. Gender-fuckery abounds, which is fun. Thirdly just, honestly, more folks should watch this?

I'm just going to assume you were super excited because you saw the anime / character ref and didn't read the rest of the paragraph which is something I think we've all done once or twice (or a lot!)

I mostly like Rakugo/Descending Stories because of the historical research that went into it, and because the Yakumo + Sukeroku vibes remind me of two of my own characters, Augus + Ash. So I don't need it to be BL! I know I've read Itoshi no Nekkoke but I don't remember it skadfjasd (which is normal for me! I forget so much of what I read which makes re-reading a lot of fun :D )