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"Can't two guys be just friends?" If they stop looking at each other like that then sure

okay but is it just me or does the song scars by the crane wives fit jontim weirdly well

My life be so fine then Boom, That Fictional Little Gay Guy I made up five years ago just. Appears

"well, I don't really have a favorite band," I say.

I lie

i wanted to make this for a long time

(i only now realised that if not sasha is there jon and tim are supposed to have worm bites and be depressed but disregard that please)

[id: a five panel comic drawn digitally of jon sims, a black man with long curly hair pulled into a messy braid, and tim stoker, a filipino man with jaw-length dark brown hair, sides cut shorter in an undercut. the dialogue is formatted from a series of text messages. in the first panel jon leans close to show tim his phone screen. jon says, “wanna see something.” and reveals a screenshot of an internet browser with 436 open tabs. he goes on to say, “look at this. i cant close any of them. i need them.” in the second panel tim, looking concerned, says, “what the fuck is wrong with you.” jon, turning away from tim, replies, “so much.” tim says “too much?” and jon replies “i was vulnerable and opened my heart and my tabs to you. this is how you treat me.” in the third panel, jon turns back towards tim suddenly, shoving his phone in tims face to reveal that he now has only 412 tabs open. he says, “will this make you love me? respect me?” while tim smiles slightly. in the fourth panel, jon gestures as he rants, “i refuse to close my carcinisation tab.” tim replies, “your... what tab...” and jon responds, “crabs. they all become crabs in the end. going and going and going and suddenly! claws! little sideways walking! we all become crab.” in the last panel, jon looks at his phone with a troubled expression while tim points at his screen. jon shows tim a screenshot of the wikipedia page for carcinisation and says, “evolution sometimes just takes a look at what we have become and simply decides that maybe it’s best if this one was a crab actually.” tim says, “now explain the other 411.” and jon responds, “no.” end id]

Soulmates [Shiguang Oneshot]

"Lu Guang,"

Cheng Xiaoshi's voice rang out, echoing throughout their confined bedroom. His voice was softer than usual, deprived of the conviction Lu Guang had grown so used to. The words came slowly, flowing from his tongue like a bittersweet honey, edges rounded and foreign in his throat.

Silence enveloped them, and for a moment, Cheng Xiaoshi considered going back to sleep. Hazy eyes traced their way to a small digital clock on the shelf, fluorescent green figures reading 03:41. With a groan he flipped over, hoping hiding from the already greatly dimmed light pouring in from the window may help him to sleep.

"...Yes?" A gravelly voice called to him, tinged with an annoyance Lu Guang made no effort to hide.

Cheng Xiaoshi burrowed a little further under his comforter, hoping to stifle the shiver elicited by the sound. A brief wave of embarrassment washed over him, and he instinctively raised a hand to the nape of his neck.

"Ah, it's uh... Nevermind, it's nothing, really. It's stupid-" "Spit it out."

A heavy sigh followed, any trace of sleep melting away in the apartment's broken stillness. "I..." He paused, trying to collect his thoughts. In the back of his mind, he silently thanked Lu Guang for having patience in the awkward moments it took him to think. "Do... You think we're together in every universe?"

Had there been a single noise- the buzz of a lamp, the flow of air from a vent, a squeak from the bed- it would have been imperceptible, left unnoticed by the only witness. In that moment, though, Cheng Xiaoshi swore he could hear a gasp as Lu Guang's breath hitched. The following silence seemed to stretch on with no end in sight, and wondered to himself if he should've even asked.

Just as he opened his mouth to take it back, to dismiss himself before Lu Guang had the chance, a small voice came. It was weak, short enough Cheng Xiaoshi thought he'd imagined it as the bed squeaked under Lu Guang's restless shifting. "Idiot."

Soon enough, Cheng Xiaoshi fell into a deep sleep, memories he'd never lived and endings he would never know prying at his subconscious, only to dissipate by morning. A gentle snore sounded below him, and only then did Lu Guang finish his thoughts.

"...For your sake, I hope not..."

A prompt for a Valentine’s Day event !! Finally got motivation to draw these gayasses/pos /aff

posting it here because there's no chance anyone in my family would ever see it: this is how my brother's 13-year-old child decided to announce something to me

oh fucc...