When Izzy first walked out I was worried that he would be made into a joke that the crew would laugh at
but then he started singing and the dancing began and I realized that he wasn’t meant to be a joke at all. This is the most open and happy we’ve ever seen Izzy and the show treated it that way. Not mocking him but instead celebrating this moment.
When we talk about queer representation it’s usually just focused on queer relationships, but what I love about this episode is it shows other sides of being queer. That moment where Izzy saw Wee John doing his makeup and had a realization that he wanted that too? That is what being queer means to me. The crew singing along and cheering for him? That is what being apart of the queer community means to me.
What i love about this show is that it shows queer joy, not in a sanitized way, but in away that is messy, beautiful, and without any mockery or shame.
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Locking in seconds before doing the most insane thing possible
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Knowing that Annabeth canonically had a crush on Percy since she was twelve was insane to me at first, but now, seeing the show, she probably loved him almost immediately. This dorky kid that chose her for a quest just because he knew she wanted to go.
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i got this idea out of nowhere and now i can't stop giggling HELP.
what if simon somehow always knew when you were going to have your period? it was as if this man had your whole cycle memorised, oddly enough.
even your period tracker wasn’t that good at predicting your next period.
you were just sitting on the couch beside him, scrolling on your phone when he just randomly spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence that was lingering.
“you’re gonna have your period tomorrow, love.”
you turned over at him, confused and surprised, a soft giggle leaving your lips at his odd bluntness. “i don’t think so, si. it’s early. probably gonna have it after three days.”
“whatever you say.” he grumbled gruffly, seemingly very sure of his words.
it was the next morning while you were making some coffee for yourself and simon when you started feeling the familiar queasy feeling in your stomach, and that horrible sensation in between your legs that made you rush into your bathroom.
you came out after about ten minutes with a new pair of shorts, all embarrassed as you sheepishly walked over to simon. just how did he even know you were going to have your period early? were you cranky? too obvious?
“i got my period…”
“told you so.”
cocky bastard. maybe you should just delete your period tracking app and count on him instead.
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the way that one line from the new epilogue in an astarion romance is going to HAUNT me
just. what a profoundly intense thing to confess to someone.
like, just these six months of newfound happiness with you exerts a force on his heart equal and in direct opposition to two centuries of endless torment, the gnawing hunger and exploitation. this flashbulb-bright fraction of his long life holds the same gravity to him as years upon years of darkness and suffering.
in all likelihood, he hasn’t even known his lover for as long as his worst memory lasted, that year sealed away to go mad from starvation and sensory deprivation, yet he still tells them this brief time has been so fundamentally and powerfully important that the weight of even that unimaginable hell is vanishingly small compared to this present he has now and the future ahead of them both.
how am i supposed to act normal about this.
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Someone stop him from pursuing abstract concepts and hallucinations only obtainable by almost dying
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we'll be alright, love. we'll make it through, you'll see.
just a doodle of my gnome tav, mayhew, and gale sometime in the long, dark night of the soul that is act 2
line version:
used a photo ref for the general pose. refs are amazing ✌
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Call him Johnny...he smiles, bright eyes with a glowing aura.
Call him John...he smiles, dark eyes with a growing hard on.
Call him Johnny MacTavish...he smiles, boaring eyes as he cups your face and gifts you a torrid kiss.
Call him John MacTavish...his smile shifts as he bends you over and shows just how much he loves you.
Call him Soap...he'll quickly turn to putty in your hands.
Call him Soap MacTavish...clear out your schedule, you're not escaping him.
Call him John Soap MacTavish...either you won't be able to walk for a week or he's already in the next county because he knows he's done fucked up.
(Call him Johnny Soap MacTavish...and he'll immediately come in his pants)
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