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hats off to mangus arches fans for the best ship names i’ve ever seen
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The ✨boys✨
Look at these weird little freaks, I love them.
I am *obsessed* with the trope of fictional couples that swap a piece of their aesthetic. Like spinerella and netossa wearing necklaces of each other’s main colour. Feels so much more meaningful than a gold ring. Who knows if either of you even like gold? Or rings?
Anyways, doorkeay where michael has one (1) black leather bracelet that it intentionally doesn’t twist, and gerry has one (1) confusing friendship-bracelet-thing that subtly changes every time you look at it
Im having sad doorkeay thoughts about this and i dont know if i will elaborate on this or not but if i do it will be in the form of a 1k+ word fic published at 3 am on a random tuesday
I love the "came back wrong" trope but from the opposite side.
Imagine you are dead. And then you are RIPPED from the embrace of decay into the world of the living again. Your memories are hazy and you don't recognize any of these people, but they act like they're close to you? Like they love you? So you try to get your memories back, to act like you belong here, but everybody tries to forget you died. And you can't. It is omnipresent. And just trying to grapple with that fact pushes the people who "love" you away, and they're incapable of understanding, and they're so confused, what's wrong N̶̄̀O̶͛͗T̷̉́ ̷͋͝Y̴̎̌Ȍ̴̈U̸̓R NÄM̴̃͑E̵̾̇? And you just need them to understand, you aren't that person! You aren't! You don't know who that person is! You don't know why any of this is happening, but they're unwilling to bend, they keep insisting you are that person, your memories will come back, everything will be normal again, and you want to scream and cry and claw yourself open to show them you're different. Your existence as a being wholly separate from whoever you "used to be" is a sin unto itself. All you can do is scrabble for life and to them, you're killing whoever they loved to do it.
just. lots of fun in that concept, you know?
serving cunt since the break of dawn (both of them)
i don't want to finish tma, i want to stay on season 2 forever and read fluffy doorkeay fics :[ i'm not ready for the angst
i hope michael and gerry fuck actually. i hope they explore each other's bodies. i hope the make love. i hope they do funny business. i hope they go hanky panky. i hope they shake sheets. i hope they have a bedroom rodeo.
nsft //
michael makes a "chomp! :)" sound when he starts sucking gerry's d
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“The kiss” but make it doorkeay
this was meant to be just a little doorkeay sketch but i got carried away a bit!!!
please please please drop some doorkeay fic requests!!! i'm not that far into the tma, but i already want to write smth about them???
I can't promise i do all the requests but i'll try!! AUs, smut, fluff especially... god i feel so inspired
My first post and it’s them. Just Michael yapping while Gerry prepares himself a burger.
The background picture was taken from Pinterest.
I simply love the fact that the episodes that talk about them are 101 and 111, don’t ask me why.
Really, who WOULD resist the opportunity to be stepped on by Gerard Keay
i'm not much of a doorkeay shipper but every time i think about "anybody else" by dom fera as michael distortion and gerry my brain stops workingi'm like ndksodmrnwpalsnfne oh ogdo oh my ogooooood oh god oh ood please no
HEEEEEY here's more!
michael distortion really looks like john doe. i'm kinda scared.
SO here we have blonde jerry keay and brunette michael the distortion!
silly!!!
Awesome ❤
got flamed for saying i'd never draw gerry again so here u guys go i GUESS /lh