One time my dad and I got into an argument cause he said it was unprofessional for a man to wear a skirt to work because a man would only want to wear women’s clothing if it was a sexual fetish and at the time I just thought it was stupid but in hindsight I think I learned something deeply personal about my dad
“I wouldn’t be caught dead in any kind of dress because dresses are for women and I’m a man so it would be perverted, the only reason a man would wear a dress would be if he was getting off on it” really is the most weirdly conservative way to admit you find crossdressing so intensely erotic that you cannot imagine a reality where it’s boring, huh
I have no idea if there’s any merit to this at all but now I can’t stop and it’s requiring my brain
“cleavage is slutty and suggestive” only if you think it is. Why are you giving boobs power over you like that
“crossdressing is erotic” Why? Does it turn you on? And if it does, why is that anyone else’s problem? Are sandals erotic? People with foot fetishes aren’t banning flip-flops
“same sex relationships are perverted” Even if they never fuck and just do taxes and shit? Why are you so fixated on gay people doing horny stuff. Why can’t you divide a category of people from porn
Like
Am I late to the fucking game or does just about every single social taboo related to promiscuity boil down to “your insistence that it’s kinky is the only thing making it kinky instead of boring”?
Imagine being so pornbrained that you cannot conceive of a reality where a dude might want to hold hands with his husband or go to a nude beach or wear a cute summer dress to the farmers market without being insanely rock hard about it the entire goddamn time
His hand at the back of her head is steady, warm, grounding—like he’s anchoring her to the moment before it can slip away. Isabella’s breath stutters against his mouth, caught between instinct and memory.
“Do you wish it was Phineas kissing you instead?” Ferb asks softly.
Her answer almost catches in her throat. For a second, memory flickers—habit, expectation, the shape of something she thought she was supposed to want.
“I… don’t know,” she whispers — and then she kisses him like the question doesn’t matter anymore.
Her confusion dissolves under his mouth. Ferb lets himself savor it — the way she responds, the way she gives in, the way she forgets herself against him.
The way she chooses him without meaning to.
And that’s the part he just can’t let go of.
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this one’s a bit darker than how I usually see them (´ー｀)
it’s not soft or healthy or simple — it’s wanting something you know you shouldn’t, and still leaning into it anyway. Ferb knows this isn’t right — but watching her hesitate, then melt into his touch anyway, is what hooks him. He stays calm like always (that’s the dangerous part). Isabella knows this isn’t what she’s “meant” to want — and chooses it anyway.
it’s messy, confusing, kind of addictive.
and sometimes that version of them just feels right.
also, this piece was heavily inspired by a base by @ kim_gilgyu that I found on Pinterest—had to mention it 🤍
In my mind they grow so close without even noticing—Isabella snapping photos of them whenever she feels like it, and Ferb just… letting her. Calm as ever, but a little softer around her (・・。)ゞ
I love imagining them in that stage where they’re almost something, but not quite, and every tiny moment feels charged. Honestly? I’m having way too much fun drawing them and I don’t plan to stop anytime soon
