Is it queerbaiting or homoerotic (split) fiction ?
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Is it queerbaiting or homoerotic (split) fiction ?
the whiplash going in from zootopia 1 to 2 is so crazy. like one day you’re an aloof sarcastic fox who doesn’t care about nothing or no one then BOOM. bunny best friend partner against crime who you’re obsessed with enters your life and now you cannot take your eyes off her, must lean into her when sitting in any chair no matter how bad it is for your posture, and god forbid you don’t touch her every five seconds it’s a fate worst than death!!!! speaking of death turns out you’d die for her without a moment’s thought, it’s HER death that you fear, HER safety that you stubbornly refuse to compromise, HER danger you can’t bear to see her in. turn the other cheek no matter what they all say about you, because you grew up biting your tongue and steeling your heart, but all those life lessons go out the window the second her name is sullied in the slightest. push, shove, kick, jump—summon inordinate amounts of strength when she needs saving—but be soft around her. lace your gaze, voice, and expression with care when checking in on her well-being. cherish everything she touches, treasure any gift she gives. frame that article of you two, let your apartment fall into squalor but god forbid the area displaying the carrot pen she gifted you endure even the slightest speck of dust. never leave the house without it either. that tie she gave you? always wear it. smirk when it flies in the wind, and you catch a glimpse of those poisonous night howlers that blossomed your life together. beg her to run away with you. follow her anyway when she refuses. next to her is the place you actually want to be anyway, piña koalas be damned. you’ve never felt like you belonged anywhere else. the space beside her, tucked in close and snug, is the only one that makes sense. fight and tussle for it but don’t tell her she’s your entire world and nothing will matter anymore if she isn’t there to fight the good fight with you. get separated from her because you didn’t know how to put that big big heart with her name on it into small little words. almost lose her because of it. claw your way back to her anyway. break out of a literal prison to get back to her, because it’s where you need to be. it’s where you have to be. dive towards an almost certain death to plunge anti-venom into her chest. realize she would die for you too. tell her how you feel. somewhat disguise the extent of it. hug her so tight you don’t really want to let go. adore her so deeply it makes all your friends somewhat uncomfortable and appalled at how oblivious you two are to the nature of it. save the world with her, painstakingly track down the shattered pen that scribbled the start of your connection, your now unbreakable bond. come full circle by giving her your orange pieced-back-together heart. let yourself slip words of confession you secretly want to say every day, because you don’t go a second without feeling them. without loving her.
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Nap time
Sasaki to Miyano - Sasaki x Miyano
A/N: Another comm to the one and only @wertzunge!! I feel so lucky for having such a supportive and encouraging friend around me. Thank you so much for your patience and trust, Max!! I hope you like it!
Summary: After a fruitful date afternoon, Sasaki suggests that he and Miyano take a nap before dinner - however, Miyano is not tired yet...
Word count: 1036 words
“S-senpai!” Miyano squealed, his arms tightening around Sasaki’s neck and legs wrapping around his body. “You don’t have to carry m- w-wahh!!”
“Hahah, don’t worry, Miya-chan,” Sasaki chuckled, smiling fondly as he caught Miyano looking over his shoulder, checking out the height, “I’m not going to drop you”. At least, he didn’t plan to - and hoped he wouldn’t.
Getting home after a date with his cute Miya-chan always rewarded Sasaki the cutest memories of his partners. Miyano would always be rambling about the latest released chapter of his novels, or even giving a thorough review of the movie they just watched, and Sasaki was always more than glad to hear him.
This time, however, after visiting a couple different stores, Miyano looked a little… tired. And what kind of boyfriend would Sasaki be if he couldn’t spare his lover from walking the rest of the way?
Back to the present, Sasaki tightly hugged Miyano with one arm while using his free hand to unlock the door. “See? I told you’d be fine.”
“T-this is embarrassing, senpai…” Miyano mumbled, pressing his face into the crook of Sasaki’s neck while an adorable shade of red spreaded over his cheeks. “P-put me down, please.”
Despite Miyano’s request, letting him go so soon wasn’t part of Sasaki’s plan. Walking past their home’s entrance, Sasaki kicked off his shoes and walked towards the bedroom, taking extra care within each step to make sure he wouldn’t bump into anything. “Here we are, Miya-chan,” Sasaki spoke softly, feeling his heart skip a bit at how adorable his boyfriend looked when he turned his head around to check where they were.
“Why… the bedroom?” Miyano frowned slightly, turning his head back around to face Sasaki.
“Aren’t you tired, Miya-chan? Let’s take a nap,” Sasaki hummed, slowly approaching the bed with his lover still in his arms, “we can have dinner afterwards.”
As much as Miyano would usually complain about the excess of care in Sasaki’s actions, he couldn’t really argue with such a good plan. “Hmm… sounds good, senpai. B-but can you put me down now?”
Sasaki smiled and nodded, lifting one of his knees into the mattress and bending over to gently place Miyano among the pillows. “Of course,” Sasaki muttered, gently sliding his hands across his partner’s body while he did so. “Let me take care of you, Miya-chan ~”
Those words didn’t make sense to Miyano at first. He shyly supported his torso on his elbows, trying to get a better look at what his senpai was doing. The sight, however, managed to fluster Miyano more than anything else at that point.
“U-um, senpai!” He whimpered, feeling Sasaki tug at the back of his ankle and pull his shoe off his foot, “I can do it myself!”
Sasaki lifted his eyes from Miyano’s foot inside his grip to his adorable flushed face. “Nooo way,” he mumbled, his voice filled with defiance and stubbornness. Miyano gritted his teeth, trying to pull his leg away from Sasaki’s.
“I’m not so tired that I can’t take off my own shoes!”
However, Sasaki didn’t seem to be willing to let go. “I want to take care of you, Miya-chan,” he pouted, swiping a finger up the sole that he currently had a hold on and earning a squeal from the smaller guy.
“S-senpai, wahait!” Miyano reached out for Sasaki, but he and his hands were just out of his reach. “That- ahahah! W-why ahare you tihihickling me?!”
“You said you weren’t tired enough to let me take care of you,” Sasaki mumbled, even sounding a little cold as he scribbled Miyano’s socked sole with his free hand, “so I will just tire you out”.
It took Sasaki very little-to-no-effort to turn his hesitating, shy boyfriend into a mess of giggles and pleas. He moved his fingers up from Miyano’s heel to the middle of his foot, lazily repeating this pattern once, twice, thrice…
“S-sehehenpai!! AHAhah, t-that’s nohohot fahahair!!” Miyano whined, kicking his free leg and clenching his hands around the bedsheets. “Lehehet go!!”
“I can’t, Miya-chan, you’re not tired yet,” Sasaki explained calmly, deciding to move his hand a little higher and tickle the arches of Miyano’s foot. As louder and panicked laughter poured from the other’s lips, Sasaki knew this was a good idea. “Does it tickle more here?”
The bluntness of that question alone was as effective as any teasing Sasaki could possibly come up with. Miyano hugged a nearby pillow, thrashing his head left and right, “sehehenpai!! NOHOhohot thehehere!!”
Sasaki smiled, unbothered, and didn’t stop. Not even when Miyano tried to crawl away or flailed his limbs. He knew he shouldn’t get carried away, but it was so hard to not want to hear more of that adorable, boyish giggles. “Miya-chan, stop kicking me,” he groaned as Miyano somehow managed to hit his face for the third time, pushing Sasaki’s head back with his free foot.
“I’m sohOHOhorry!! I cahahan’t hehehelp it!”
Those words felt like an arrow piercing through Sasaki’s heart. Even when he was being “bullied” and restlessly tickled, he still looked utterly cute. “Heh, don’t worry, it didn’t hurt,” Sasaki teased, trying to worm up his fingers under Miyano’s toes.
“AhahAHAh!! PLehEHEhease, senpahAHAHAI!!”
As sudden as it started, Sasaki stopped the ticklish onslaught, freeing Miyano’s ankle from his grip. “Oh,” he gasped quietly, looking down to Miyano’s foot in his lap, “sorry, Miya-chan. Did it hurt?”
“N-no, ahaha…” Miyano wheezed, his vision a little blurry as small tears of mirth still clinged to his lashes. His body went limp on top of the soft mattress, barely having strength to hug the pillow between his arms. “J-just tihickled.”
“Hm, and are you tired now, Miya-chan?” Sasaki spoke while climbing onto the bed, his body towering over Miyano’s smaller figure. The other nodded, a faint smile lingering in his lips. “Good, then let’s sleep. I will make you something to eat when we get up”.
With the silent agreement to their plans for later, Sasaki snuggled closer to his boyfriend, pushing away the pillow and resting his head over Miyano’s chest. Listening to his accelerated heartbeat, Sasaki couldn’t help but feel the warmth spreading over his own face. “You’re so cute, Miya-chan”.
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I wrote a little Halloween themed Huskerdust oneshot!
Angel Dust and Husk's first date
. A month after Loser Baby, Husk and Angel are just chit chatting at the bar late at night, when Husk said, ' Hey, uh....you free tomorrow night? '
Angel : * heart drops, knowing where this is going * I'm off tomorrow all day....why?
Husk : I'd like to take you to this fancy Italian restaurant down the street tomorrow night. Food and drink on me....if that's what you like.
Angel : Are you.....are you asking me on a date, Husky? * heart eyes *
Husk : Well, yeah, I mean, for the past 4 months we met, I came to.....* face blushes * Fuck, I really like ya a lot, kid, okay? And you deserved to be treated real nice -
Angel : * kisses Husk on rhe nose * Pick me at 6pm, handsome. And don't be late. * Saunters off * I'll see ya tomorrow night, Husky Poo.
Husk : Night, Tony. * once he left * ( grumbles ) Ughhhh, WHY have I become such a sap.
. Later in Angel's room
Angel Dust : * on the phone with Cherri * CHERRI, WE ARE SO GONNA SHOP AT THE SIN CITY MALL FIRST THING TOMORROW MORNING. ADDING A SPA TOO.
Cherri : Why? What's the event?
Angel : HUSKY JUST ASKED ME OUT!!!
Cherri and Angel : * excited screaming *
. The next day at morning Cherri and Angel meet up at a SIN City Cafe for a pancake breakfast before going on a full day shopping and spa spree
. Cherri being a good sister figure helped Angel pick out a best date night outfit possible
. After lunch at a salad place, they treated themselves to a spa afternoon before heading back to Angel's room for a date night
. Later that evening, with Husk in a fancy black and gold suit waiting for Angel, he looked up and jaws hit the floor at Angel sauntering down the stairs to Jessica Rabbit's theme ( he played the music ) in a scintillating fuschia backless dress, white gloves and black boots, with pearls head to toe.
. Husk : Woah.....* hands Angel a bouquet of pink roses he picked out from Rosie's Emporium with some help from Alastor, Rosie and Nifty, who practically frogmarched Husk to Cannibal Town for a date night fit and such earlier that day * You look beautiful, Tony. * kisses Angel's hand *
Angel : * blushes * Awwww. What a gentleman. Shall we go?
Husk : Mmhmm. * offers a hand, to which Angel intertwines it *
. La Gondolia was one of the swankiest Italian joints in Pentagram City, and when Angel and Husk showed up there by Charlie's red limo, the ambience of the restaurant, combined with a live jazz band and fancy waiters serving up silver trays of food, instantly gave Angel flashbacks of the fancy eating outs he had with his parents and siblings growing up
. They got themselves a reserved table, and they thoroughly enjoyed a 4 course meal while sipping wine
. The wine made both of them losen up their nerves. Soon, they started exchanging inside jokes in Italian
. They ordered a 4 course set which consists of shrimp and cherry tomato bruschetta with green goddess soup, mozzarella ravioli in pumpkin sauce for Angel and spinach lasagna for Husk, and then Bistecca alla Fiorentina for both, and milk Gelato with honey and olive oil for desert
. And then before desert, Husk led Angel Dust to the dance floor and they did a romantic slow dance to the live band's cover of ' Something Stupid '
. Eventually, Husk footed the whole bill ( even tho Angel never asked of it ), to which Angel is impressed by the gallant gesture
. After the dinner
Angel : I really enjoyed the date, Husky....thanks. * smiles *
Husk : * smiles tenderly * Glad you enjoyed it, kid. Charlie ain't wrong when she recommended me this place.
The rain starts to pour
Angel : Shit, I forgot my umbrella. The weather forecast didn't really say there is gonna be rain....
Husk : Don't worry, Tony. I got us an umbrella at the limo. So it should come around any minute now. * pause * Can I....uh....kiss you while we are waiting for the limo?
Angel : Oh, suga, * bats eyelashes * You already have me at hello
. Husk wraps his strong arms around Angel, flapped his wings a bit higher to his height...and slowly, tenderly pressed his lips to Angel's
. The first kiss feels like a wonderful somersault, as tongues began battling for dominance. Things are starting to get a bot heated when the limo arrived
. Husk : Oh, great, limo's here.
Angel : * chuckles * Wanna continue at the back?
Husk : * laughs * Lemme get the umbrella, baby. * scoots in the limo, comes out with a spare umbrella, then takes off his tuxedo coat and wrap it around Angel as he escorted Angel back in *
. Once in there, the 2 began making out and cuddling tenderly to soft romantic music as the rain poured outside
. Once back at the Hotel, Angel Dust and Husk are laughing and talking as Husk escorted Angel back to his room
. Angel grabbed Husk by the collar and kissed him passionately, and with a big grin, he grooned, ' Buona noche, kitty. ' And wjth a wink, he goes back to his room
. Husk was in a daze as he sauntered back to his room, humming Singing in the Rain to himself
. Next day at breakfast all their friends are so happy when Husk and Angel announced they are an item!!
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The best thing that ever happened to Lois Lane is finding a man who is strong enough (and bullet proof enough) for all her craziest ideas and loves her enough to go through with all of them.
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The worst thing that happened to the majority of the DC Universe, is Lois Lane is finding a man who is strong enough (and bullet proof enough) for all her craziest ideas and loves her enough to go through with all of them.
Not even kidding when i say clark kent and lois lane make me believe love truly exists 🥹🥹
honestly sometimes animation is the right medium for comic book adaptations like my adventures with superman is truly so weird and the fights can be done so well and the space adventuring/power stuff looks cool
like i was never interested in superman before but maybe man of steel live action movie was just bad
You got scared, but love is not for cowards. Sometimes you have to put it all on the line to be with the person you love, -my adventures with superman s2, e7
god the way they're using waller and lex in this season as social commentary on how dangerous the platforming of right wing pundits and the militarization of cities is to fight the nonexistent fight against the stuff they refuse to understand (aka superman and his ever-present good moral code) is absolutely KILLER. this show's crew GET the main thesis statement of superman like few others do
ur right its not all men maws clark kent would never
Clark believed he was going to meet his incle Zor-el Like Clark was hoping to meet his uncle a family memeber that could tell him about his own father or even his mother Lara
he even wonders why he haves to kneel to his uncle like we are family we are equals why such a thing like kneeling?
side note: all male kryptonians have one sylabel name: kal jor and zor plue its always attached with the last name -el while the women are two sylabel kara and lara without the last name