You know what's F---IN great?
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Thread Topic: You know what's F---IN great?
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You know what? It's so great that I think I want to have an entire thread about it. Let's talk about how great homosexuality is. No hiding from recent posts. Post some cute (sfw, obviously) pictures of your gay ships. Let's talk about this to great length.
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I CAN FILL THIS WHOLE THREAD WITH GAYNESS MYSELF IF NO ONE WILL CONTRIBUTE
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Does the ship have to be cute?
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nope
just gay -
Let's see... why does everyone hate gays? They did nothing wrong. A person can love who they want to love. Love has no genders, it has nothing but personality and feelings. I'm gay, nothing wrong with that. It's amazing!
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yes good
I too am full of the gays -
Light Awakens NewbieSame. I am the gayest of gay. I'm Pan.
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awwWW W YIIIISSSSSSS
*fistbumps for Light* -
I'm gay and straight. Nothing wrong with that. IT'S FLIPPING AWESOME!!!
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(my Mabifica pitures are taking forever to upload)
(I guess I'll just post some nice fanfiction I found while I wait) -
u swore
i must report -
Light floods through your eyelids as they slowly crack open. Your head feels thick, like the cavity inside is filled with cotton, and all your limbs are too heavy. Through the fuzz dulling your senses, you can hear a voice saying something to you. Your name. Dirk. Shades and colors sharpen as your eyes adjust to the light, and you groan.
Youre in a hospital. The window beside you is open, and judging by the intensity of the sunlight streaming through, its midday. A light breeze plays through some flowers on your bedside table, spilling a pleasant floral aroma over your bed. You can immediately tell that youve been here a while.
Dude, Dave says, and you finally turn your attention to him. He keeps his face steady, but you know hes worried. You release a slow sigh.
Where are my shades? you ask. Tension eases from his shoulders. He reaches into his pockets and draws them out. The lenses are cracked.
Sorry, he says as he passes them to you. You hold down a grimace and adjust them on your face anyway. In true Dave Strider style, he starts to ramble. They broke when you hit the ground. No kidding, bro, if cracked shades are the worst that comes out of all this, youre a lucky b------. You fell like five stories. I f---ing ran down those stairs, which we all know is a bad idea, given the nature of stairs and how many times weve been warned about them, but goddamn, I was sure I would find you splattered across the whole block when I got down there. Pulverized Dirk Strider bits clinging to the bricks and dripping from the lamp posts. I could hardly believe you were still breathing, let alone capable of recovery. What the f---, dude. What the actual f---.
The memory hits you like a truck, which is probably a close approximation to the feeling of your body slamming against the ground. You and Dave were strifing on the roof, and you lost your footing. For a second, you can feel the shock, the fear, and your mind reels. You close your eyes and breathe.
You okay, bro?
You inhale through your nose and murmur, Get me some water.
I can get it. You dont recognize the voice, and you open your eyes enough to see someone stand from a chair at the end of your bed and slip out the door. You slide your pupils to Dave, trying not to move your head to soften your oncoming headache.
Hes been here the whole time, Dave says as though he can sense your confusion. He says he knows you. Ive never seen him before. But hey, he raps, so he cant be bad news, right?
The mystery man slips back in, and you try to get a good look at him. Dark skin, soft eyes, and a pleasantly rustled mohawk swept back along his scalp. He comes to stand next to Dave and offers you a glass of water with a friendly smile. You dont know him. But you do. Youre too perplexed to do anything but lean your head forward so he can tip some water into your mouth. It dribbles down your chin, but you feel a strange warmth follow the cool liquid down your throat. Your headache immediately subsides. In fact, your whole body feels a ton lighter.
Thanks, you say, for lack of a better response. After a second, you try sitting up. Your body doesnt fight you. You feel pretty decent, actually.
Do you, uhdo you remember me? he asks. He almost seems as confused as you are. You narrow your eyes and examine the bronze crystals of his irises. In a flash, you do remember.
You hit the ground, and as if the impact forced your soul straight from your body, you were surrounded in nothingness. A white glow engulfed you, and you saw into eternity, heaven or nirvana or jannah or whatever it is that humans call the paradise in the afterlife, and f--- if you had the language to describe the feelingif feeling is the word to call ityou would spend your life putting it on paper. But you dont think the right words exist, so thats that. And you saw him there. This manthis angel. You saw him, you grabbed him, and you dragged him back to earth with you because no ethereal paradise could convince you to leave your kid brother alone in the world. But you still wanted a part of it. Maybe youre selfish that way.
As if he knows what youre thinking, he smiles at you. Your recovery was really hard on you, so maybe you shouldnt be sitting up yet, he says. Like he cant use his heavenly powers to speed s--- along. Which is no doubt something hes been doing anyway.
Yeah, bro. Take it easy for once, Dave says. You comply and lay back down. You keep the glass of water in your hand.
Tavros, you say. You dont know where the name came from, but it feels right. He nods, grinning. The corner of your lip curls up into a tiny smirk. Soyou rap?
His eyes light up, and you know you grabbed the right angel.
beautiful -
geeky say what you will but make it gay
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Just waiting for my pictures to upload.
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