Whatever Is Going On Here

Straight people: Just because they enjoy the others touch doesn't mean they are gay

The "straight" people in question:

Argentina 1985, dir. Santiago Mitre, (2022)

FREE PALESTINE! STOP GENOCIDE!

as my friend says: top tier old men yaoi

Talia, Damian, Bruce (but it’s the old wild west) 🌵⛰️🐴

shoutout arkham knight for making robin jason so pretty

where’s ur header from? it looks SO familiar 😭

FALLEN ANGELS..!! 1995... Yes.

Immediately after the photo was taken, photographer Stephanie Brown remarked that she “had never seen him serve cunt this hard,” prompting Drake to flee the scene, stating that he was “going home to change.”

31 DAYS OF HALLOWEEN 1990's edition — (21/31) ↳ Fear (1996)

persephone's in hell; a rooftop conversation

for @mysterycitrus

persephone's in hell, @mysterycitrus // white winter hymnal, fleet foxes // assorted dc comics

yoshida is a freak

initially hes unnerving, makes you feel uneasy

youve told him plenty of times youre just friends he cant just lean in for rough bites of kisses or let icy, cruel, hands brush so closely to your ass, and for a while he listens, understands maybe he needs to play with food a little before he devours it

so he lets you have your fun, partaking in a handful of uneventuful relationships. because he needs you to need him. and eventually you do. after every bump in the uneven ground that is your narrow array of suitors youre at his door, welcomed in before listening to his soft coos at your ear like a thick warm syrup

sweetheart, youre in the right

how could he say that?

you deserve so much better

oh come here, ive got you

and doesnt he? hes proding you with a fork like the finest cut of meat he believes you are but every hair of yours he tucks away from your tear stricken face, gentle kiss he places on the crown of your head, and comforting carress to your skin has you feeling more than youve felt at all lately

and you dont see the venmous glint in his eye when he hears the doorbell and knows it means theres a issue in your endeavors. you dont see the hospital bills for the past suitors hes sent there, bloody, broken, bandaged. you dont see him hidden behind corridors as you foolishly entertain these boys nor do you see the nightly inner workings of his corrupted brain conjuring up pretty images of you clinging to him, the concept of your whines paired with dewy tears making his cock flushed, red, angry

so you sniffle, lean up, and press your plush lips to his, hungry hands immediately traveling down to hold your hips in a deathly grip, while he lets out a content sigh against your mouth that cant be anything else but a desperate affirmation of victory

he can finally devour