#lgbtqforeverything

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

do you have any headcannons about virgil having fantasy pots that haven’t made their way into the story? i have multiple friends with pots and am right on the edge for it myself so it’s one of my favorite things about laoft

Virgil global warming complaints arent purely comedic

in the 2020s he's unceremoniously woken up it, the average highest temperature in a given summer hasnt gotten that much higher, but where he used to ha a bad day or two every summer, now he has bad multiple weeks in a row

Virgil does sweat, but his sweat is much colder than a humans and is basically his bodies built 'dunk in a tub of cold water' BUT he also loses water a lot faster

problem - virgil is extremely averse to drinking water for sensory reasons. best bet is if its just-on-the-edge-of-frozen cold. its also why he likes ice cream/milkshakes/slushies so much (that and the cream and sugar obvi)

So much of virgil and logan fae-to-fae brain is like [spiderman point] dehydrated

chronically so, the group chat has many daily @ to virgil to drink water

unfortunately that means bell found out and now terrorizes him with pails of water from different springs trying to find one he likes because she's got chronic big sister brain

#ask #lgbtqforeverything #love and other fairytales ask

[gilears]

the new gorgug art has made your converse fic EVEN MORE true it’s like you prophecized it or something

AHH I KNOW RIGHT??? cait may did that for me...

#lgbtqforeverything #ask

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

hey you should check out the new sander asides… seems like the boys are back 👀

I have and they are so back and gayer than ever 👀

#thomathy out here giving us dukexiety shippers a damn feast for the holidays #ree's about to make the most delicious ass meal for his emo and their son mr. fuzzy with that new air fryer <3 #dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #ts remus #ts virgil #sanders sides #thomas sanders #ts spoilers #asks #answers #lgbtqforeverything #not a countdown

[bookwyrminspiration]

literally sooooooooooooo excited for the circe saga. can’t wait for the two of us to make the dash unscrollable <3 epic the musical forever and ever and ever <3

the things this musical is doing to my brain and we're only 13 songs in. every day i desperately scrape the internet for song scraps and play them on repeat over and over and over again. i will wait as long as it takes but also I WILL explode and take the dash down with me

hand in feral about epic hand <3

#epic the musical #quil's queries #lgbtqforeverything #currently have calypso's song on repeat. the all that you want here all that you need here one when he first arrives #alongside hermes' dangerous #and i am SO excited for god games whenever that one comes out #vibrating so so hard the THINGS this musical is DOING TO ME

[zaritarazi]

cal was wearing normal clothes in the video bc he spends the whole season shirtless and netflix wanted to make sure we watch the season instead of just watching the video multiple times

Last scene of the season is kaz gruffly handing matthias a henley like put this on for fucks sake i'm sick of looking at you and as he's pulling it over his head nina says "hey babe you'd be cool with us breaking into the ice court right" and matthias just yells "YOU WHAT?" with the shirt still over his face smash cut to credits

#sab headcanon #asks #lgbtqforeverything

[linh-song]

YOU FINISHED YAY!

anyway- alden/quinlin gay cognates REAL

cognates = marriage was not something I expected canon to explicitly state, but I cannot say that I’m unhappy about this. like. the quinden and tiertice communities are THRIVING

#lgbtqforeverything #kotlc #stellarlune spoilers #quinden #tiertice

[onthevirgeofdestruction]

been seriously considering how many dishes i’ll have to wash when making food this week and every time i do i think of the pumpkin spice latte fic(beloved). ideal brain connection tbh

AJ i love you (platonically) so much fasdfsdfkjlasdhkl

i want to hack my brain to think about ✨them✨ while i do the dishes. maybe i should get a pumpkin spice candle for dishes time. i can't think of anything better to think about than sleepxiety shenanigans while doing dishes

#lgbtqforeverything #pumpkin spice

[ginger-canary]

ok i’m like 90% sure you have a job but that’s the only one i’m at all certain about

fully correct i also have a good relationship with my dad and i traded the possibility of neurotypical brain in for the ability to top at a local devil's place

#freckles says things #lgbtqforeverything

[neurodivenport]

"Look... just be safe out there, okay?" (for @lgbtqforeverything)

#lab rats #lab rats elite force #bree davenport #chase davenport #*

[aphelea]

my eclipsed sun

Ao3

the quinlin & tiergan arguing fic!

Summary: Tiergan and Quinlin, in the wake of Alden's mind break, and the guilt and anger that lingers.

Tags: @cogaytes @lgbtqforeverything @give-me-caffeine @gay-otlc @bookwyrminspiration @winterfireice @arsonistblue @moonelight

“No.”

Quinlin’s shimmering form glares at Tiergan through the hologram screen of his Imparter. His hair—usually gelled back into a smooth ponytail—is haphazardly tied up into a loose bun, the shorter pieces falling wildly around his ashen face. 

Tiergan raises an eyebrow. “You don’t even know what I’m asking.”

“I can guess,” Quinlin replies, rolling his eyes. “It isn’t like you have a habit of hailing me for social calls.”

“No, I suppose not,” Tiergan muses. “Still, you can’t possibly know—”

Quinlin laughs dryly, effectively ending Tiergan’s statement halfway. “You’re going to ask if I want to see him,” he says, scowling at the screen. “I don’t.”

“Fine,” Tiergan says, rolling his eyes. He doesn’t care what Quinlin does with his time. Even when he firmly believes that Quinlin’s decision is entirely ridiculous. “Though, you knew him best—”

“And what good does that do me?” Quinlin snaps. “He’s gone already; there’s nothing I can do to save him. You know as well as I do that it’s pointless to try and reverse a break.”

Tiergan sighs. “It’s not about reversing it. The healers simply said it may be useful to try and understand what’s happening inside his mind while the pieces are still large enough to do so.” He’s completely bullshitting at this point. But Fitz, Biana, and Alvar need someone who can actually help them at Everglen, right now, and there’s no chance that either Tiergan or Della will be able to fulfill that role. 

Quinlin’s lips curl at the statement. “And, what, you think I would be better suited to the task than you?” It’s about as close to a compliment as Quinlin has ever offered him. 

“It’s certainly no secret that you and he were…close,” Tiergan replies, with a slight chuckle. “I seem to recall that day in school, when we found you—”

“ Shockingly , the things a person does at seventeen are not exactly relevant for the rest of their life,” Quinlin interrupts, a light blush dusting his cheeks. “And, regardless, the only reason I’ve survived being inside a broken mind before is that I had my Cognate by my side.”

Tiergan pointedly decides to avoid thinking about the owner of the broken mind that Quinlin refers to.  

“You know the situation I’m referring to, of course,” Quinlin continues. 

Ah, but Tiergan should have realised that Quinlin is incapable of leaving well enough alone. 

“Don’t bring Prentice into this.”

“And here I thought you had begun the discussion of our shattered ex-lovers,” Quinlin replies. Somehow, amidst everything, the man has the audacity to look smug as he speaks, as if it isn’t his ex-lover, his best friend lying half-conscious in the bed beside Tiergan. 

Tiergan’s patience is wearing thin; of course, he knows every conversation with Quinlin is like this, the two searching for any way to get under the other’s skin, tossing blades with every scathing remark thrown. “There is no our, Quinlin. I’m nothing like you. And Alden could have only dreamt of being as good a man as Prentice.”

Quinlin raises an eyebrow. “Speaking ill of the dead, are we?”

“Is it really speaking ill if the man wholly deserves it?” Tiergan replies. He can match the fire in Quinlin’s eyes easily; they’ve been playing this game for decades. “And he’s hardly dead, yet, Quinlin. Have some faith, at least.”

Quinlin scoffs. “Faith?” he repeats. “What faith can I have? The moment Alden laid eyes on Prentice in that godforsaken cell, he was already beyond saving. I’m not foolish enough to believe that a miracle will occur.”

Tiergan is about to return with another scathing remark, when Quinlin’s words process fully in his mind. “How did you know he saw Prentice?” he asks, low and careful. There’s no way Quinlin could possibly know; Tiergan himself had only just gleaned the information from Sophie yesterday morning. (He almost wishes he hadn’t asked her—he can’t quite make sense of the mix of satisfaction and guilt curling in his gut, yet, at the thought that the mere sight of Prentice could have caused this mess.) 

Quinlin stutters and stumbles over his next few words, which itself offers Tiergan all the answers he needs. “It wasn’t hard to infer,” he says, but his eyes are shifting and somehow, Tiergan can’t quite believe him. 

“He visited you,” Tiergan guesses, and the situation feels achingly familiar. “He knew what was coming, and he wanted you to hear it all from him.” 

Quinlin looks away with a haunted expression. “I told him—” He pauses, then seems to remember who he’s speaking to. “Well. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“You know that’s classified Council information, what he told you,” Tiergan notes, and there’s something strangely satisfying about being on this end of the conversation, for once. “Technically, you should both be arrested for that.”

Quinlin rolls his eyes. “As if you’re any paragon of law-abiding citizenship.” 

“And yet, you still can’t prove enough to arrest me.”

“I certainly could, if I wanted to,” Quinlin counters. “But have you considered that I simply don’t want you Exiled?” 

Tiergan…isn’t sure what to say to that. Of course, it’s a preposterous idea—why wouldn’t Quinlin want him Exiled, a two-for-two completion of his mission from long ago? 

“Though I suppose you must think I deserve this,” Quinlin says, with a dry chuckle. “Equal pain for pain I delivered you.”

“ Equal ?” Tiergan scoffs. “In what universe? Alden is only facing the consequences of his own rash actions. Prentice was innocent.” 

He expects Quinlin to take the bait once more, to snap back and continue the never-ending cycle of insults that has followed both of them since their Foxfire days But instead he quietly looks away, a pained expression on his face, and asks,  “Was he really, though?”

Tiergan frowns. “What?”

“Prentice,” he repeats. “Was he really as innocent as you claim?” 

Tiergan stays carefully silent, at that. It’s too early to give away anything, not with Sophie as weak as she is. And this is information Quinlin is already well aware of, anyway—anyone could have seen how secretive Tiergan and Prentice were, all those years ago. And Quinlin and Alden had seen through them far too well. 

Quinlin laughs dryly, ending a long moment of shared, tense silence. “Of course. The same answer as always. Because you know as well as I do—”

“Fuck off.”

Quinlin pauses, and raises an eyebrow. “You know, you’re really doing a horrible job of convincing me to come see him.” 

Oh. Right.  

“You’ve given me your answer. I don’t care enough about either of your lives to bother arguing about it.” It’s a blatant lie, and Tiergan hopes that Quinlin won’t call his bluff. But, alas, he is not so lucky. 

“If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t be calling. You wouldn’t even be at Everglen,” Quinlin counters, with a raised eyebrow. “I suppose I should be grateful that you’re taking care of him, even after everything.” Tiergan takes an absurd amount of joy in the fact that Quinlin squirms at the attempt at gratitude—although it’s entirely unfounded. 

“Don’t invent kindness that isn’t there, Quinlin. I’m here for Sophie, and for Fitz, Biana, and Alvar—the children you’ve left behind.” 

Quinlin steps away, as if taken aback. “Well, we can’t all take in every lost child that shows up at our doorstep. They’re not my responsibility.” 

“Not your responsibility?” Tiergan scoffs. “All you do is break minds and break families and leave destruction in your wake, and somehow, I’m always the one to pick up the pieces. I don’t recall you being any help when I took in Wylie—when I could barely muster up the energy to leave my bedroom in the mornings, and then suddenly I had an entire child to take care of all alone —”

“I understand your frustration, Tiergan, but I really think you should blame Prentice for your son’s plight, not Alden and I. After all, I certainly didn’t make the decision to put allegiance to a group of rebels above my love for my family. Mr. Endal’s situation is, unfortunately, the natural consequence of poor decision-making.”

Tiergan itches to lunge for the hologram and strangle the man, but for civility’s sake he settles for a sharp glare and a scowl. “I could say the same about Alden.”

A long beat follows, in which Quinlin appears to cycle through every possible emotion at once. “Yes,” he agrees, though his lips seem to recoil at the words. “I suppose you could.”

And then a tense silence hangs over then—a rare sight, after years and years of endless quips and muttered insults, a constant stream of petty noise directed toward one another. Tiergan opens his mouth to speak—but before he can do so, Quinlin leans over and shuts the call with a scowl.

And suddenly the room is empty, save for Tiergan and the man he’d once declared his enemy, drooling on the sheets. “Well?” Tiergan asks, partly to Alden, and partly to the memory of a lover, long-gone. “Was it worth it? Was it worth ruining him? Do you know how much I—”  He forces himself to stop, because this isn’tPrentice, this is ten years later, with old wounds reopened. “Thank you for giving him a proper goodbye, at least. It’s more than I ever had.”

Alden, predictably, stays silent, and Tiergan wants to scream—but he settles instead for throwing his imparter at the wall, imagining all of his grief in holograms of silver mist, dissolving in the air. Quinlin’s taunts. Wylie’s missed hails. Leto’s face, revealing the news.

As the device lands, it cracks into hundreds of glistening shards, and Tiergan can’t help but smile. 

#kotlc #tiertice #qualden #august's writing! #this fic has been sitting in my drive forever i’m so glad its finally done

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

thinking bout. ping verse remus and virgil and how they’re so brother shaped but specially in the realm of these two paragraphs bc they make my brain explode

Remus had startled him exactly once and gotten nearly put through a wall in response, which he took as a very magnanimous warning shot and started overcompensating with copious amounts of noise every hour of every day. (playing house)

So many memories – how many times had Virgil heard a noise and wonder if Remus was hurt or dying the next room over? No wonder he’d been so twitchy when Remus had wanted to test the neurolinks. Patton wondered if Remus even knew how constantly Virgil was worried about him. (ping ping the sound of our hearts)

they ARE brother shaped, two brothers who lost person who made them a brother and found someone who doesnt fill the hole perfectly but ende up making his own spot next to it

#ask #lgbtqforeverything #ping verse ask

[lgbtqforeverything]

The Light Rises and Sets, but Never Truly Disappears 

Duke week day 6! We’re almost done :(. Today’s prompt was sunrise/sunset. A part in the ending is based off this post: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/lgbtqforeverything/693570659511566336?source=share

@duketectivecomics

Gotham is a dark and gritty city. It is riddled with corruption on every layer and faces disaster at least once a week.  It has been rated the worst place to live in North America for the last two decades. Those who do not live there do not understand the city and those who do live there fiercely defend it. 

There is a whole gallery of villains who would like nothing more than to control the city. The crime level spurned from them is so bad that it takes six vigilantes working together at night to keep the city safe. 

Those six vigilantes are well renown. Everyone knows of them and what they are like. But what of Gotham’s sole daylight protector? The Signal works in the hours of the sun, making it unlike the others of it’s kind. What would the routine of such a vigilante look like?

——————— 

Duke wakes up every day at 5:30 sharp to the sound of a rooster crowing. For his first birthday with them, Damian had given him a personalized alarm clock that had different and annoying sounds to wake him up. So with a groan, Duke hauled himself out of bed and across his room to slap at the alarm. 

Once it was turned off he reached down to the drawers of the dresser it was on, and drew out his workout clothes for the day. After getting dressed, he stumbled down the stairs, yawning as he reached the kitchen. There, Duke grabbed his pre-stretching smoothie from the fridge and began to inhale it as he went to the elevator that secretly functioned as an entrance to the Bat-Cave. 

In the Cave and his smoothie gone, Duke began his carefully planned out stretching routine. Dick, Cass, and Bruce had collaborated on it, so it was the perfect routine to wake up and prepare his body for the day. 

With his body and mind finally awake, Duke headed back up to the Manor. He passed by the kitchen to drop off his smoothie cup and was given a water bottle by Alfred, who was now awake and starting on breakfast. 

Water bottle in had, Duke went back upstairs to rinse off in the shower, and then get dressed in the under-suit of his armor. The under-suit was a stretchy, spandex material that was comfortable and moisture wicking. Because of the nature of his suit, he was the only one who had one.

Dressed and eager to start patrol, Duke headed back downstairs to the kitchen for the delicious food that he had seen Alfred prepping earlier. It varied depending on the day, but was always full of protein and nutrients. Sometimes he was joined by someone else, but usually it was just him and Alf, as he ate earlier then everyone else in the house.

Breakfast eaten and warning to stay safe received, Duke moved down to the Cave. There he pulled up the report of what had happened the night before that Oracle complied for him. Reviewing it allowed him to know which rouges and areas of the city he should keep a lookout for. The screen reader on the Bat-Computer allowed him to listen to it while suiting up. 

A few moments before he would leave to patrol, Cullen would come downstairs wrapped in a blanket with a plate of food from Alfred. Cullen was his dude-in-the-chair in the mornings to help him if anything happened in the that needed his help. 

So awake, filled with good food, and with a helping eye on the city, the Signal rode into Gotham with the rising sun glowing around him.

———————

Evening patrol was usually Duke’s quietest time. All the big rouges were just waking up and prepping for their schemes that night, and low level, unaffiliated thieves and goons were scurrying back into their hides-holes for the night.

Of course, some evenings didn’t play out like that. 

Some evenings, Duke gets wind of a rouge causing trouble before the night actually starts. So he has to go all over the city to kick them back into Arkham before he can head home. Some evenings, the rouge makes so much trouble that he’s still fighting as it turns into night. Those evenings are quite fun.

On those specific evenings, Duke often finds himself engaged in fisticuffs with a goon, or sometimes even a rouge themselves. Due to his powers Duke can actually feel when the sun sets. So he always knows when his shift should stop.

And on those rare evenings when he’s still fighting when the sun disappears, Duke will stop right in the middle of the fight. He knows that a Bat is converging on his location and can always trust them to come out of nowhere when his shift is done and take over kick someone in the face.

Shift over and rouge being taken care of, Duke returns to the Cave. He removes the outer layer of armor, and is just left in his under-suit. Then he and Cullen compile the report of his day and add to any open files that he discovered information about that day. 

Completed with his Bat-duties for the day, Duke then signs off to those on comms and takes out his earpiece before heading out of the cave. He takes another shower to quickly scrub the dirt and grime from Gotham off his skin, before changing into comfortable clothes. 

He then heads downstairs to the kitchen to have his after patrol snack and finish up any homework. Then he just gets to relax for the rest of the night, before falling into bed to do it all again tomorrow.

———————

The Signal is the most unknown of all the vigilantes operating within the city. Though he should get more recognition, that isn’t what gets him out of bed everyday. 

See, Gotham’s daylight protector brings light to the city and those in it. He makes parents feel safer sending their kids to school and storeowners in the bad parts of the city feel safer opening up shop. He represents a new kind of Gotham vigilante. A better vigilante. One that believes, above anything else, in the goodness of people. 

He is a guiding light for the rest of the dark city to follow to brightness. He is the hope that Gotham may one day get better. Duke Thomas is the best of them.

#dukeweek2022 #dc comics #duke thomas #fanfiction #a. j. writes

[bookwyrminspiration]

you 🤝 me

making the dash unscrollable by reblogging a shit ton of posts about one specific thing

MUTUALS HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN?!?

YOU HAVE NOW!!!

#quil's queries #bg3 #bg3 astarion #lgbtqforeverything #HE IS ROTATING #IN MY HEAD #ROTISSERIE CHICKEN #MUTUSLD LOOK AT HIM PLEASE OLEASE PLEASE

[zaritarazi]

absolutely fucking cursed with the knowledge that ever fallen in love (tala and matt version) is additionally a helnik and zoyalai song which i think explains everything about those characters/ships/my thoughts about them

now imagine you're me sitting in the car watching this episode live and john comes out with the guitar and i start tearing up because he loves zari so fucking much and behind me ari says "this is just fucking shrek"

#lot talk #hellstar #kos talk #zoyalai #imagine how i felt. imagine it #asks #lgbtqforeverything

[linh-song]

hmmm mainly quinlin because cognates<3 but! i do think that alden and cassius had ✨tension✨ during school that cumulated in an ill advised one night stand while they were both working for the council before they each got married

SO TRUE ALDEN AND CASSIUS DEF HAD A RIVALRY AND TENSION AND A ONE NIGHT STAND

#quinlin and alden cognates #vs #alden and cassius ‘hating’ each other #asks #lgbtqforeverything

[bike-messenger-behrad]

ANGELL JAX IS FINALLY BACK I AM SO HAPPY!!

i don’t even care that it’s technically just flashbacks i missed him so much

Just the thought of Jax being back (flashback or not) makes me smile so much. I have missed him so much since he left, and its so wild to think we haven’t seen him since s3!

I have kinda been falling out of legends due to it being on Sunday and trying to find the time to rewatch but this has made me so excited for the new season.

#*cries* Jax the plot has been a mess since you left please come back #legends of tomorrow #asks #:) #lgbtqforeverything