not gay as in happy but

[weedzkiller]

WEEDZKILLER (definition): vicious, devoted, adoring, fatal

private indie rp. please do not follow first. focused on trans and queer dynamics; reality vs fantasy; growth, death, life, and rebirth. beta locked and runs on queue. written by brekker (26, he/it/they).

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[verademialove]

Is this what growing up is? Just leaving things behind, over and over?

[interxstitial]

[ text -> c ] gross [ text -> c ] spare me the details [ text -> c ] they're in the safe behind the painting from his wife [ text -> c ] 72-18-05-31-69. don't forget the thumbprint.

[weedzkiller]

[ to: j ] don't be such a fucking prude [ to: j ] be grateful i'm willing to take mediocre dick for you [ to: j ] god he's so paranoid. thumbprint and a code. [ to: j ] wife is still distracted?

[snug-gyu]

Soft YunWoo hours (6/?)

SBSKPOP X INKIGAYO - Pepero Game

Bonus: the members' reaction

[weedzkiller]

to @adorajpg ( for simon )

she’d wanted him to follow—needed it, really. and yet his stomach still twists in knots as she sees him approaching. her cigarette isn’t yet lit, hands shaking too badly, so she lowers them as he reaches her side. victor is ready to apologize or explain or....... something. but he speaks first. "we come here a lot," victor says quietly, grateful that he no longer needs to speak up over the music. "one of our favorites. your...... your brother brought you here?" that's easier to talk about than....... the rest of it. than the hair extensions and smudgy lipstick and pretty shirt.

[birdmother]

my aesthetic

[weedzkiller]

hi hello like this post for a good old fashioned texting thread!!! i’ve been having fun with them recently and i think it’s a good way for me to get back into the swing of things. as usual, feel free to request someone specific or i will simply go crazy go stupid

[weedzzkiller]

if not for the invitation sitting heavy in his coat pocket, he wouldn’t be here. he could film a thousand movies just down the street from his old home, and he’d never tell his parents, and they’d never ask. but he’s here tonight, and as they usher him in and hang his coat in the entry closet, harrison can’t help but wonder what’s running through their heads. are they confused by his sudden appearance or upset that it’s taken him so long to visit—or are they simply delighted that the prodigal son has returned?

it doesn’t matter, really. it won’t matter by the end of the night.

mom and dad feign interest in harrison’s projects, just barely managing to not sound disapproving. but they know their parents. they gave up trying to control harrison years ago, and they try to keep up appearances, but they hate the life their son is living. they hate that he hasn’t yet realized he was only tempted and tricked into thinking he liked men. but none of that would be polite to say, so they all smile as they trade work stories over pot roast.

well, mom doesn’t work, of course, so she gossips, tells harrison about high school acquaintances they haven’t thought of in years and church ladies who always tried to force them to act more cheerful. they nod and shake their head at all the right times, ask clarifying questions so they, too, can feign just the right amount of interest. all three of us can play this game, they think. see? didn’t you raise me well?

then she moves on to the marriage of a boy harrison barely remembers, and the new grandbaby of a book club member. harrison feels the pointed glances, and understands the pointed tone, and waits for the sting—but it never comes. they realize, with a flash of joy so powerful it nearly makes them laugh, that their parents can never bother them about this after tonight. they have no more power over them. they will never love the person harrison has grown up to be, and harrison never could have become the son they wanted. after tonight, they’ll all be free.

besides, he thinks as he touches the ring carefully tucked into that strange, tiny pocket of his jeans, they’re getting what they wanted. harrison ok will be a married man soon.

as they take their dishes into the kitchen, dad offers to open some wine. harrison declines, lies effortlessly, says that he has a scene he’s needed for tomorrow afternoon. besides, the drive is long, and he’s tired. dad should still open the wine, though, he and mom can have a nice night in. they both laugh at that; mom says the night is already nice enough with harrison there. (again, they wait for the guilt and pain to sink in. again, it never comes.)

they let mom hug them, let dad clasp his shoulder and say it was good to see you, son. they’ve never loved their parents’ touches, but they let the moments linger. one last moment of contact, for all of them. dad grabs their coat from the closet; mom implores them to drive safely and come straight back if it starts snowing again. they promise they will. they button up their coat, reach into their pocket for the keys—and then widen their eyes, as if this has just occurred to them, as if this wasn’t the whole reason they came over.

“oh, right,” harrison says, pulling out an envelope with his parents’ names neatly stamped in the front. mom takes it, turns it over, scans it for a sender (there is none. he wanted to save the surprise for when they open it). “this is for you. i’m getting married next year. you can come, if you’d like.”

they gasp and stare; harrison smiles softly and leaves.

he doesn't start shaking until he's sitting in the car, his whole body trembling as he pulls out his phone. "i did it," he says as soon as bastian answers. "it's done. they're.....they're probably opening it right now. they know." they know about the two of them. they know that their attempts to keep them apart only pushed them them together. they know that harrison is unequivocally, extremely gay.

bastian tells them they're brave, and brilliant, and he loves them, until harrison remembers how to breathe. "i should go. i'm just...sitting in the driveway. i don't want them to come out here and try to talk to me. there shouldn't be too much traffic this late, so i'll be home in an hour and a half, hopefully."

because bastian is more home than the building harrison grew up in could ever be. @lonehearts

[gogumagirl]

[wcvensouls]

while taeran was indeed a very independent person who took pride on the fact that she could take care of herself and didn't need anyone, there was a part of her — that young child that had been so constantly neglected by her parents — that secretly craved to be looked after. not because she needed it, but because it made her feel cared for, in a way that she wasn't used to experiencing with anyone other than taesoo — and having finch be protective over her felt different than it would with anyone else, making taeran's heart flutter inside her chest in a way she wasn't really used to either.

it was true that the twins' job wasn't exactly safe, but they had been doing it long enough without many problems that it made taeran feel almost a little cocky, as if they were far too smart to ever be caught — at least up until now. " oh, yeah! we did, of course. don't we always~? " she replied with a little chuckle, playful smile on her lips. " i wasn't the one doing the heavy work today, though. i just had to chat with some people. "

[weedzkiller]

"of course you do." her grin's bright, just a little sharp. the work they do is hard, but taeran's good at it. and that just makes her even cooler to finch, makes her want her even more. but at the same time, she knows it's not always true. things don't always go according to plan. taeran's beautiful bruised face is evidence of that, and finch is just grateful that the twins didn't end up with injuries and a lackluster haul.

finch tugs on the cord to signal their stop, getting to her feet and gripping taeran's hand to pull her through the bus that's become rather crowded since they got on. but once they're back on the sidewalk, heading toward their restaurant, she doesn't let go. not once they're inside and requesting a table from the friendly ajumma. only when they're sitting down and looking over the menu does finch finally let go of taeran's hand. "i, uh, i know i said i'd buy you whatever you want. but i'm not exactly—just don't order the most expensive meats, yeah?"

[duckdotcom]

brb gotta to go splash water on my face in the mens bathroom and look haggardly at myself in the mirror

[loversarcade]

"The term insect is more appropriate, you know." Bug was often considered to be such a dirty word, Sparrow didn't like using it. Especially for something as beautiful as the butterfly she was currently pinning. But she knew not everyone agreed with her. It was what it was.

Sparrow leveled Finch with a look. "What did you bring me?" She twirled a pin between her fingers while she waited. Her sister was insatiable sometimes, unable to stop herself from doing the absolute most. It was never without love, though, and that was what everyone loved about Finch. "Come on, just show me."

[weedzkiller]

"Sorry." Maybe she's a little selfish for wanting to still call them bugs, thinking of sunny childhood afternoons looking for crickets in the grass and that string of cicada lights that they'd carefully built together. But they aren't little girls anymore. Sparrow isn't a little chick anymore looking to hide in the shadow of Finch's wings. She's a grown woman with strong opinions on bugs insects and Finch needs to stop trying to keep her in the nest. "It's a very pretty insect."

But she still squirms under her little sister's gaze. "It's a good present! You'll like it!!!" That doesn't stop her heart from pounding just a little faster as she pulls two small jewelry boxes from her purse, checking them carefully to make sure she hands the correct one to Sparrow. "I found a collection of bird necklaces," Finch says, her voice suddenly soft and serious. "Not just random bird shapes, but charms that actually look like real birds. That one—" she nods to the box in her sister's hands, "is a finch. And mine is a sparrow. And I'd like us to wear them to the wedding. Not the party, I know all the outfits are already planned, but...... the actual wedding. The vows."

[niallhoranhasthat1thing]

Sabrina Carpenter

Primavera Sound | June 6 2025

[stiiqma]

while these types of gestures are new to him, he still soaks it in. everything that they do for him doesn't go unnoticed and reeve loves to give benny praise where it is deserved. even if it is just for a moment, his smile grows as they reach out to brush their fingers through his hair. reeve doesn't even notice that their movements are stiff, he just looks at them as he is overflowing with affection. "i'm going to put it on my desk. i have a top shelf where i put all of the things that you make for me there. that way i can see them when i am sad or stressed or any other negative emotion and think of more positive and happy things." a pause. "do you want to see it someday?" // @weedzkiller

[weedzkiller]

they don't quite meet reeve's gaze—never a fan of much eye contact—but they can see the way he's looking at them. the way his smile grows even wider at the same moment that they register how they're touching him. and it should be embarrassing. benny should pull their hand back and apologize. but reeve is smiling, and he's so pretty, and so they brush trembling fingers through his hair again. "i—oh. yes please." benny can barely comprehend what he's saying. they always hope that people keep the gifts they give them, especially reeve, but the idea of an entire shelf? a shelf he looks at to make himself happy? benny feels like they're about to float away. "i-i would really like to see that someday."

[cryboycries]

wip! Cutie with stuffie [self portrait]

[adorajpg]

[ to: aksel ] ❤️ [ to: aksel ] is it still coming down? [ to: aksel ] think I heard the guys say it'd be for a while, but I was hoping it'd lighten up [ to: aksel ] I should be able to pass for him though. we can get started on dinner too :) [ to: aksel ] craving anything?

[weedzkiller]

[ to: ben ] ja, it is here

[ to: ben ] i know he has practiced in the rain before, but the field might be only mud after yesterday

[ to: ben ] he will text you if he needs you. just wanted to warn you first.

[ to: ben ] takk, kjære ❤️

[ to: ben ] hmmm what about that flat pasta with the terrible name. goes in the oven.

[yeonjune]

(250621) yeonjun's new hair