#no excuse for this other than im gay and love dancing

[bitchsister]

im sad im gonna bother you. i know you have plans for the boys in EYY so i have to trust the vision and go along but im so anxious 😭 anyway uhm lucky charms!curtbuckygale going out for dinner together but gale is unaware that curt is wearing a little remote controlled vibrator until curt excuses himself to go to the bathroom and bucky lets him in on the secret and gives him the app to play with 😁

Hello my wedded darling. I will drop everything and do anything for you. So here you go. ILY. I raise you a request for more gay sex drawings thank you xoxox

🔌

🏴‍☠️ If this stuff bothers you, don’t fricken read it : butt plugs, lowkey exhibitionism, getting horny as hell in public

This had happened plenty before.

Well, dinners with Gale, that is.

What hasn’t happened yet is this.

“Do you think he’ll notice?” Curt asked, his lip between his teeth as he sat in the passenger seat of Bucky’s Jeep, windows tinted damn near to the point of being illegal because the two of them couldn’t just wait until they got home on a few too many occasions.

“Notice what?”

“The plug.” Curtis rolled his eyes, but had found himself drooling at the sight of Bucky, driving with his left hand on the wheel and his right on Curt’s inner thigh, a cigarette dangling from his lips. “What the fuck else?”

He only smoked when he was stressed, but refused to talk about the case he’d been hacking away at with Gale for months now — it seemed every turn had led them to a dead end.

Curt wanted to be let into that world.

He wanted to help.

He wanted to ease Bucky’s worry, tell him they’d win. That it’d be alright.

But Bucky had stood firmly on his belief that intertwining his love life and work could only complicate things.

“Maybe.”

Curt reached between his own legs, fingers dancing over Bucky’s knuckles. “You need a drink.” He whispered, realizing rather quickly despite being en route to one of the most sought after restaurants in the city, Bucky still couldn’t focus on anything besides the stack of files on his desk in his study.

“M’sorry, Angel.” He let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head to clear it. “You’re right, honestly. Need a drink.”

Gales car had already been in the lot, and Bucky spotted it once he handed his keys off to the valet. “Parked his own car.” He chuckled, opening the door for Curt. “Cheapskate.”

Gale was a miser of sorts. He liked spending his money on certain things, and being thrifty with others. This is precisely the reason he still lived in the same studio apartment he moved into his sophomore year of college — if it’s not broke, don’t fix it.

Food, though.

Gale loved going to nice dinners and luckily, so did Bucky and Curt.

So, they’ve made their nights out a routine. The second Thursday of each month.

Sometimes more in between, but always, without fail, the second Thursday.

“You’d be late to your own funeral.” Gale lifted his gaze from the cocktail menu to look at Bucky who’d plopped down around their rounded table covered in a crisp white tablecloth, and decorated lavishly with wine glasses and mise en place of silverware.

Then, he looked at Curt, going soft. “Hey.”

Gale was still getting used to the feeling of seeing the two of them differently. His desires no longer needed to be buried or hidden away — he was free to wink, to brush knees, to let his gaze linger without fear of being caught in the act.

“Hey, Galey.” Curt gave him a finger-wave as he pulled his chair up closer to the table, eyeing the menu in front of him but finding himself feeling overwhelmed.

Lucky Charms had been his idea of a treat.

He was still getting used to all of this.

The Jeep, Range Rover, a kitchen larger than the entirety of his dorm room.

Medical massages, saunas, acupuncture.

Sometimes, he had to remind himself to breathe.

“You’d like this, Curtie.” Bucky pointed to what looked like gibberish to Curt, who tilted his head to get a different perspective but it was simply no use.

Luckily, he was not picky.

A six course dinner was not what he was expecting, but being warmed from the inside out by rounds of Old Fashioneds and Gales favorite mezcal cocktails, he’d drawn a bubble around them — just the two of them in his sights, and the gorgeous plates of food presented in front of him.

Bucky fed him from his fork, Gale kept sharing his drinks. Beneath them, the earth vibrated. Hearts swelled. Cheeks grew warmer.

It wasn’t until Bucky had pulled his phone out of his pocket for the first time that evening and excused himself for it that Curt had been been plucked straight from his little pink cloud and plopped right onto his ass that started to vibrate.

“Fuck.” Curt mumbled into his Kampachi crudo, his fork clanking against his plate when he did.

“Ope,” Gale pulled his couple glass away, assuming the cocktail he’d been passing back and forth with Curt had caused his clumsiness. “Cutting you off.”

Curt forced a laugh, every ounce of blood in his body drawn to his reddened cheeks as he stuffed them full of more food as a distraction.

“Clumsy, little one.” Bucky clapped his palm against Curt’s thigh, feeling the low hum vibrating his very very bones when he did. “Keep it together.” He whispered in his ear when Gale had been momentarily distracted by the wait staff, buzzed and chatty enough to talk to a wall.

It came out in a desperate whimper, “It’s too much.”

Bucky shook his head, “It’s not.”

They let this guy be a lawyer?

Curt moaned into his hands, his fork clattering near his feet and giving him a reason to duck beneath the table to grab it.

When he popped back up, it’d already been replaced.

I’ll take that for you, sir.

All he could do was stutter.

T-thank you.

“Good boy. Using your manners.” Bucky made Curt face him again, hooking his fingers beneath his jaw and feeding him a forkful of something. “Even like this.”

Minutes passed, but it felt like hours. He writhed, wiggled, whined.

Eventually, Curt had more or less jumped out of his seat, “Gotta piss.” He grumbled, manners flying right out the window when he waddled away to hide himself and catch his breath.

“What’d you do?” Gale rose his brows, clearly distressed by Curt’s behavior. He seemed a little upset, by the looks of it, but Gale had been so caught up in side conversations with anybody who came to fill their waters or crumb their table that he’d missed important context.

“Nothin’.” Bucky shrugged.

“Well, it had to be something.”

“Nah.”

“He hurt himself boxing, or something?” Gale took a sip of water. “He was walking like he had something up—“

They stared at one another.

One, two, three seconds passed.

“Something up what, Gale?”

“Something up his ass.”

Bucky chuckled, his expression far too cheeky and smug. “Riiiight,” he drawled.

Gale scooched closer, eye to eye with Bucky. “You don’t have him all stuffed up here, too, do you?” His voice was a low whisper, but it sounded harsh. “My god. Let the poor thing breathe, Bucky. I’d never seen ‘em the way he was last night. We’re going to kill him.”

Still, he hadn’t yet realized the extent of Curt’s sexual appetite.

With work beating Bucky into the ground, it was a miracle Gale had finally been sucked into their little bubble — Curt was reared up and ready to go, no matter the time, no matter the place.

Too often had Bucky been reminded of his age because of it, but adored it nonetheless.

“It’s a new one.” Bucky pulled his phone from his pocket again and slid it toward Gale who forced his eyes to adjust when he gazed down at the screen.

“What’s this?”

“It comes with an app.”

“An app?”

“Yeah, an app.”

It took longer than he would have liked to explain the idea, but once Gale had understood, his eyes lit up. “So — it’s on two right now?” He admired the development of it, commending whoever had sat down and created it for perverts like the three of them. “And ten is the most, right?”

Lovely job. Really.

“Mhm.” Bucky had given control over to Gale, like the passing of a sacred torch. “Have fun.” He took a sip of his wine and greeted Curt with a solemn nod once he’d sat back down, courteously apologizing for his absence.

It didn’t matter, though.

Just as dessert had dropped, Gale got trigger happy.

It’d sent Curt practically into a spiral, being fed ice cream by Bucky while Gale played with him from across the table. He didn’t question how Gale had found out.

He’d sold himself out.

His brows furrowed, his skin grew damp.

His neck craned from where he sat beside Bucky to look up at him, desperate and whiney. “He’s gonna make me catch a fuckin’ indecency case.” He gripped Bucky’s forearm, unable to look at Gale because that would seal the fucking deal.

He’d be done for.

“You’re in the right hands, then.” Bucky grinned, resisting the urge to take full advantage of comedic timing and slide him a business card, which Curt had always carried his own stack of.

College kids are poor unfortunate, financially burdened souls.

Any chance Curt could get, he’d egg on a situation, like the time Natalie from his mechanics class had been mugged outside of her sorority, on campus property.

You should sue ‘em. I know a guy.

Though, as of late, Bucky had been taking on higher profile cases rather than simple civilian ones. His clients were facing death penalties, not fighting college campuses for not having proper security.

“Ohh,” Bucky tsked, coming to realize Gale had turned it up several notches since Curt could hardly keep his eyes out of the back of his head. “Look at you.”

And then, back to zero again.

He caught his breath.

“Galey, please.” Curt blinked rapidly, forcing himself to focus. “I’m —“ he ground his ass against his chair, his heart in his throat. It threatened to fall from his mouth, throbbing and bleeding for the two men that fawned over him like he’d hung the moon. “No more.”

Gale was absolutely not going to listen.

The familiar hum re-entered, and as their dessert course continued, Curt had found himself in tears.

The good kind.

Enough was enough when Curt had tried to crawl over the table, turning when he’d been scolded to lick Bucky’s neck instead — he’d become rabid, and it quickly resulted in two Amex black cards thrown in unison over a receipt, drinks slugged, and a Curtis dragged out of the front door.

“You two fuckin’ scumbags.” Curt accused, wagging his finger at them before he grabbed onto their sleeves and tugged them toward Bucky’s jeep once Valet had brought it around.

Gale was leaving his car and coming home with them.

That was final.

They crawled into the backseat together while Bucky drove, eyes flickering to the rearview every now and again to watch, mostly catching sight of Gale who looked just as ditzy as Curt was inside the restaurant.

“You think it’s funny, don’t you?” Curt had already unzipped Gale’s dress pants and tugged his hardened cock free before he shimmied out of his own clothes and climbed on top of him, the sound of leather against skin beneath them.

“I don’t think funny’s the word.”

Bucky reached back, without looking, and took the plug out of Curt for safe keeping as he knew well enough that it’d roll beneath a seat somewhere if he didn’t, never to be seen again.

This, of course, had left Curt feeling so empty.

Immediately, he found Gales cock in his fist, and then inside of him. They’d fogged the windows and caused poor Bucky the distraction of a lifetime, Curt using a pliant Gale however he needed. Frontwards, backwards, pulled on top of him, under him, sideways.

Gale sputtered all types of nonsense once he overflowed into Curt who was thrown back onto the backseat where Gale knelt on the floorboards between his legs, licking him clean.

“Our Galey is so thoughtful, Curtie.” Bucky parked in the garage, turning to look at the two of them. “To clean you up for me.” He grabbed Gale by the neck and kissed him, licking the taste of tequila and cum from his mouth.

#💌 #why do I feel like this was too tame #I’m losing grip #Curtbuckygale #yoyo writes

[charcadett]

OH AND BCS IM A GAY DISASTER, might I also ask 4 poly Raifort & Miriam w reader? Like pls hear me out. HEAR ME OUT. RAIFORT IS HOT, MIRIAM IS CUTE, U CANT BLAME ME 4 LIKING THEM CMON -Sincerely ur very gay ❄️Anon

I see your vision, I see your vision SO much. Honestly, this is a really cute ship and I’m more than happy to slam dunk reader right into the middle of it. The logistics I did here are Raifort and Miriam have been dating, and then you joined a little later on.

Poly Miriam and Raifort X Reader

- Pink girlfriends and purple girlfriends have existed in harmony since time began. You are more than happy to join that equation. Miriam loves it when you visit her in the nurse’s office. It gets lonely in there, and though she will always adore the students who visit her, it’s usually the kids who want an excuse to skip class. Miriam lights up like a Christmas tree when she sees you come in, and immediately presses a kiss to your lips. The nearby students usually groan, to which Miriam puts her hands on her hips and says anyone who doesn’t like it is welcome to head back to class.

- Raifort is smug that she managed to woo the angel of of the nurse’s office. She’s become even more smug ever since you joined their polycule. Everytime she catches you in the halls, it’s always with a flirty remark or a covert tap on the butt if she thinks she can get away with it. You and Miriam are her captive audience to hear all about her history lectures that she’s not allowed to talk about in class. Some bullshit about curriculum, she says. It doesn’t matter, whichever of you is free will be subject to her lecture. She rewards you with a date for being such a good sport.

- Raifort doesn’t particularly enjoy cuddling. She’s not the touchy feely type. Miriam on the other hand has her head on her chest every opportunity she can get. Sometimes you or her will manage to convince Raifort to let you place your feet in her lap. Movie nights are spent with you and Miriam tangled together with Raifort on the other end of the couch, commentating on the movie.

- The three of you take turns planning dates. Miriam prefers going out and doing activities together. Bowling, dance clubs, and rollerskating are her favorite choices. Raifort prefers museums and hiking to various historical spots. She has a map of the world hung up on the wall with thumbtacks in the places she wants to visit the most. Miriam also has a few places marked. The pink thumbtacks are hers, the purple are Raifort’s, and you’re offered whatever color you want.

#pokemon x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon headcanons #instructor miriam x reader #instructor raifort x reader

[highlifeboat]

DO IT OLEASE I WAS REALLY WORRIED I WA S TALKING TOO MUCH BUT JDJDJDKD I WOULD LOVE TO SEE THEM IN GEAR OR ART OF THIS AU. i did not think it was gonna blow up but im kinda glad it did :’) and i have more. belena realizing feelings in a duo comp (LIKE TESSA AND SCOTT’S ICONIC DANCE TO THE ROXANNE TANGO) staring at each other and then having that ‘oh shit this is more than an admiration for a friend’ or daximus were max playfully grabs dani’s cage down to his face so he can kiss her helmet for luck and to “kick their asses baby, score one for me. make it pretty, i’ll be watching” and mel using “i cant skate” as an excuse to cling to her beefy gf (as if cass would complain if mel wanted to hold her arm in general…) and i have a hc that melony really likes rink popcorn. idk what is in that stuff but its so salty and fucking great.

YESSS THIS IS ALL SO CUTE

And you know that Alcina is so proud of her girls. She loves seeing them all thrive and being so happy. Also please allow me to bring in the idea of like... referee Mia or something. Because the idea of Alcina getting in an altercation with her after a call and Mia having a little gay panic about this pretty woman in her face is really funny to me. (Also for the idea of Alcina having to approach her after a game and apologize for getting aggressive/in her face, and Mia being like "Well, how about a date and we say no hard feelings?")

Also Melon specifically lying about not being able to skate so she has an excuse to hold Cass' arm. Even better if Cass KNOWS Mel can skate and lets her anyway (because why would she say no).

#melony would live off rink popcorn if she could #asks #anons #canadian village #belena #mecassa #daximus #miacina #will be keeping this in mind #because i have many thoughts of art for this now

[loveinstreams]

Winslow Homer - Summer Night, 1890 // Joseph Marius Jean Avy - Bal Blanc, 1903. // Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis filming The Great Race (1965) // Two men dancing in Harlem, 1920s.

#no excuse for this other than im gay and love dancing #art with same sex couple dancing is something that can actually be so personnal #thanks you sydney for that 3rd picture #winslow homer #joseph marius jean avy #bal blanc #paintings #the great race #1965 #jack lemmon #tony curtis #two men dancing in harlem #1920's #dancing #parallel #web weaving #photographs #wlw #mlm

[arrowflier]

Hi Arrow I love your fics so much. If you’re still taking prompts, I would love your take on the first time Ian called Mickey “baby” and the first time Mickey reciprocated. Speed write or long form - your choice. mucho mucho gracias! 🥰

Relevant to your interests: Baby

Being His Baby Don't Make Me A Bitch (on AO3 or continue below)

Ian had never been that big on nicknames.  Maybe it was because he had too many of his own growing up, and not all of them good.

He  was Fiona’s “sweetface”, sure, and Lip’s “little brother”; he was “kid”, and he was “red”, and he was on occasion, from Liam, just “E”.

But he was also “that fucking Gallagher boy”.  He was “the coked-out lap-dancing whore”.  He was “carrot-boy”, he was Frank’s “redheaded cocksucking bastard”, he was “the crazy one”, and “the gay one”, and “the one with all the problems”.

Fuck; he was “Gay Jesus”.  Like he wasn’t even worth his own name.

With Mickey, it had always been different.  

Mickey’s “tough guy” sounded more like admiration than a challenge; “Gallagher” sounded like a prayer.  “Army” was for teasing, not for judging, and even “you fucking moron” was lighter than air.

He had missed that, while Mickey was gone.  Missed the easy way they spoke; missed the names, and the way they sounded in Mickey’s mouth.  With Mickey, he didn’t care that it wasn’t his real name—his name was carved into Mickey’s very chest, after all, never to be forgotten.  He just cared that Mickey was with him, and that each nickname sounded like love.

He basked in Mickey’s “move over, princess,” in the rec room, when he forced himself onto the sofa at Ian’s side.  He reveled in the quiet “you good, doc?” when he returned from working the infirmary and climbed into his bunk with a sigh.  He breathed in “that’s it, beautiful” in the middle of the night, too quiet for anyone else to hear, and he bit his lip at “nice try, asshole,” in the cafeteria the next morning when he reached for Mickey’s dessert.

Still, he never offered his own monikers.  Never whispered “lover” in Mickey’s ear, or called him “sweetheart”, or called him “dear”.  He wanted to, wanted to offer his own comforts, his own affection, but years of suppression were hard to overcome.

Once a man told you that calling him sugar would result in your bones being ground down to dust and sprinkled on pastries like so much of the same, you tended to stick to his name.

But more and more, Mickey’s name didn’t feel like enough.  And in his head, Ian started calling him other things, better things: things like “darling”, and “beloved”.  Things like “mine”.

Only in his head, though.  Only where it was safe.  Where Mickey couldn’t hear it, and where no one else could care.

Until he slipped.

They were in the cafeteria when it happened.  Side by side, as always, feet touching beneath the table by excuse of overcrowding.  The yellow of their prison uniforms wrinkled with the closeness of their arms, their hips, and their forearms brushed with every bite of nutritional slop.

“So I was tellin’ ‘im,” Mickey was saying, gesturing with his spoon—the unsharpened one in his hand, not the one in his shoe, “that if he really thought he could take me, he was welcome to find me at rec time.”

The man across from them laughed.

“No way,” he said, disbelieving.  “I know you got balls, Milkovich, but taking on Crazy Cal?  You’d be lucky if that fucker left enough of you to patch up.”

“Please,” Mickey snorted, dropping his spoon to push the mush around on his tray.  “That guy’s all talk.  I could take ‘im.”

“Take him where?” another guy asked.  “Out to dinner?  Cause you’d be on the menu.”

Ian could feel Mickey bristling beside him.  It had started in good fun, perhaps, but he was going to take it personally.  His hand was tensing on his spoon, holding it more like the knife it wasn’t, and his thigh tensed as he half-rose.

Ian stopped him with a hand on his arm.  No pressure, just a solid weight.

“Calm down,” he said, his tone joking, the thread of warning something only Mickey would hear.  “They’re just kidding, baby.”

And Mickey froze, and quieted.

But so did everything else.

“Did you just call Milkovich a baby?” someone asked down the line of the table, choking on laughter.

“Nah, he didn’t say a baby,” someone else corrected, even as Ian closed his eyes in horror.  “He just called him baby.  Like, his baby.”

Laughs went around the table.  Mickey was tenser than ever under his hand, and then he wasn’t—not because he had relaxed, but because he had pulled away.

“That right Milkovich?” came the first taunt, the first of many.  “You such a girl you need pretty names to make you feel better?”

“Knew you took it Milkovich, you scream like a goddamn banshee about it,” came the next, “but you really that much of a bitch?”

“Hey now, Murphy,” someone called out, “he said baby, not bitch.  Milkovich just needs a good daddy to—”

His head crashed into the table before he could finish.

“What was that, Jackson?” Mickey asked pleasantly, as if he hadn’t nearly knocked Ian on his ass and sent three other inmates face-first into their slop just to interrupt.  “Afraid I didn’t catch that last bit.”

“Yo, Milkovich,” another man said, “what the fuck?”

“Oh, you confused, Jefferson?” Mickey asked.  He lifted his gaze to the man across the table, still holding the first one down.  The head in his hand slid a bit against the plastic table, wet with blood from his split lip, but Mickey tugged harshly back into place.

“See, Jackson here,” Mickey shook the hair in his fist for effect, “thought it would be appropriate to comment on what my friend Gallagher just called me.  But I,” he raised his eyebrows, not a challenge, just a statement, “I think that’s none of his fucking business.”

He released his captive suddenly, letting him slide half-conscious out of his seat.

“Who do you agree with?” Mickey asked, addressing the room at large.  “Me, or the fucker I just put on the floor?”

“You,” came the quick reassurance.

“Good,” Mickey said, backing away.  “That’s good.”  He walked all the way down the table, past Ian even, eying each and every one of them.  “Now don’t fucking forget it,” he ordered.  “Cause he might have called me baby, but I ain’t nobody’s bitch.”

Then he was turning, and leaving, and Ian was still sitting there, and fuck—he had just done the one thing Mickey hadn’t wanted, and he had ruined his cred in front of everyone, and he was going to be so mad—

Ian didn’t even look as he jumped up from the long table, sending his own tray and someone else’s clattering.  He didn’t look at the eyes on him, didn’t care except for what it might mean to Mickey, who was already almost out of the room.

“Mickey,” Ian gasped out, chasing after him through the cafeteria.  A few guards looked askance at them, but if they hadn’t responded to the fight, they weren’t going to stop them now.

“Mickey wait,” Ian tried, his long legs allowing him to catch up easily.  He reached out, snagged Mickey’s elbow.  “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

Mickey turned around.  And there was no anger on his face.

“Sorry for what?” he asked nonchalantly, still backing toward the doors.  “Come on, let’s head back to our bunk.”

Ian gaped at him, then shut his mouth with a click of teeth when Mickey’s lips spread in a slow, wicked smile.

“Come on,” he said again, then, “baby.”

And laughed when Ian passed him to take the lead.

#daily speedwrite #gallavich #prison era #fanfic #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich

[myyoungroyalsblog]

My liveblog as I read Red, White and Royal Blue

Oh boy all I'm gonna say is that it's looong

SPOILERS!!! (For Young Royals too)

Chapter 1

Siblings checking the tabloids love it lol

I love Nora

Ohhh enemies to lovers did not know that👀

Yeah the cakes price is depressing

Them falling on the cake... Amazing✨

Chapter 2

Wow Ellen chill (she ain't like Linda)

Ngl that whole CIA thing was funny

"You're a dumbass, love you" hilarious

Oh so it's enemies, pretend friendship and then lovers!?

Cornetto scene my beloved

"I didn't know you wore glasses" bitch neither did I!?

That whole scene where they are shoved into a supply closet 👀

"No booty calls" IM SCREAMING

Chapter 3

Their texting is adorable

Chapter 4

Why the FUCK does Alex want turkeys in his room

Fucking knew Henry was taking the piss afajsvhsjd

MR WOBBLES

That phone call... Yes... Just YES

"I BEG YOU TO NOT" afgaksbdkd I laughed so hard

Mansplain lol

I've lost count to how many times Henry says Christ... I like it

Also love June

The tie... He listened🥺 it ain't bland no more

Oh god... The dancing... The prince who only knows how to ball dance and the latino who knows how to move their hips👀 top tier shit

They... They kissed........ THEY FUCKING KISSED YAS GO HENRY FOR GRABBING ALEXS FACE AHSKSHSLSB

Loved the kissing scene, and that oh shit moment from Alex

Chapter 5

Of course he can't stop thinking about the kiss

Wait he's straight!? Since when!?

He made out with Liam!? And more!? Are you fucking kidding me!? Yes that means you're straight Alex lmao

Nora isn't straight!?

That oh moment... Yes

Poor baby can't stop thinking about him🥺

Fuckin knew the moment June gave Alex the magazine and said that Henry was in it that there would be gossip of him with a girl🤦

Wow really liked how Alex thought about Henrys position and his struggles as a gay royal👌 very mature

lol you go Liam

Chapter 6

"Alex wants to rip it off"

My god the pinning

Ahahaa an actress from doctor who lmao

Jfc Alex yes you need to go to horny jail you just shoved him against a fucking wall

I am loving flustered Henry

Ohh and demanding Alex... Yes pls

Oh😳

Their banter is just *chefs kiss*

"Your highness" yyyaaaassssss

I needed to stop a few times to breathe cause hot damn (also this is how i kinda thought Wilmons first time would be like too? Wtf?)

Oh god I'm already dreading the aftermath convertation

Okay wait is Alex suggesting friends with benefits?? But he obviously has a crush on Henry but doesn't want to persue it that way? But Henry really likes Alex right!? RIGHT!?

I just love how confident Alex is and Henry is shy

Oh god he's in love isn't he? Fuck

Alex you little shit I love you

Is Amy like Malin? Lmao

Did... Did Henry just do the no homo tap!? For the press but still afakshdhdk

Whips!? Pls don't let it be that kind of book

Thank fucking god

This dynamic... It's gonna be the death of me they are so fucking adorable

He was turned on by the getup afskdbsbjs ALEX KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS

Oh no the emails, are these the ones that get leaked? (I already knew about this spoiler)

Love the way they address each other and sign of the emails lmao

PLEASE THEIR INTERACTIONS ARE THE BEST I LOVE THEM SO MUCH 😭

Chapter 7

Henry's the little spoon🥺

Also love Zahra now lol

"It's only physical" yeah right keep telling yourself that Alex (it's obvious that Henry likes him for more than that too)

He has a hickey! Hehe

Holy shit Henry has a long ass name (love the name James)

Gay kings!? Goerge and Edward!? Excuse me while I investigate which Edward it was and if it was my great great... Grandad lol

FUCKING YES IT WAS KING EDWARD II

I come from a gay king holy shit😳

Henry Wales sounds kinda nice

I know tricky dicky was Nixon from Doctor Who lmao

Bonding🥺

HE CALLED HIM BABY AFAKSHJ SOFT™

Poor Bea

Hell of a way to come out to your sister Henry holy shit (my heart breaks for them)

"Wanker" afajshshs PLEASE

Wow his grans a bitch

I want to give Henry a hug🫂

"I miss you / I miss you too" catch me crying at the club😭

Love the nickname Alex has for June, Bug🥺 and yeah June has the right to be pissed

HOLY SHIT JUNE KNOWS

Whenever they mention a scene where Alex rubs his fingers over Henrys face in the magazine all I think about is this👇

My god I love the sibling bond between Alex and June (it reminds me of Simon and Sara)

Wait so Amy is trans and has a wife right?

Yep love Pez too lol

So Henry's been pinning after Alex for a long time huh?😏

It's so cool that they're using the money for HIV clinics and LGBT youth shelters🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

What the hell are Oscar and Luna talking about? Ngl there was a 50-50 chance in my head that they walked out to talk about something like this, or to make out lol

Henry's "oh dear" was too endearing omg

Oh god pls be more classy than hooking up in the loo of a club🤦

Well, never mind then lol

Can we have a scene where Wille plays air guitar pls

Bea and Nora...👀 is that a thing?

"Tosser" lmao you go Bea

Their banter... I love it🥺 my god this is like fanfiction i love it so much

Oh shit their doing that okay😳

He called him love I CANT-

WAIT PEZ JUNE AND NORA!?👀

Hell yeah Cash lmao

Also Alex has friends yay :D

Chapter 8

Oh so James I is the other gay king

Oh my god Henry🥺 that email was so sweet... are you drunk? lol

I love how Alex calls him sweetheart too he's such a little shit

"Yours in sexual frustration" where's the lie?

Holy shit Philip what is up your ass? (He ain't no Erik)

Omg is Henry going to play the piano for Alex!?

Oh god they're in love FUCK🥺 are they going to say it?

Fuck... Luna what did you do...

He abandoned ship before it sunk the bastard

June calling Alex tiny itty bitty baby LOVE IT

Yayy Henry go cheer Alex up lol

"You are good" my soft boys🥺

Get in the closet lmao (story of my life)

HE STUMBLED OUT AFSKDBDHJD ICONIC

"God fucking dammit" I feel you Zahra but they're in love💕✨

Chapter 9

Thank god Ellen accepted him (maybe she is like Lind afterall?)

My god the power point presentation... Again

"Does he feel like forever?" Love that line (and I think he does)

Oh no he's off the campaign :(

Planned Parenthood hell yes

"History, huh? Bet we could make some" CAN I HAVE THIS TATTOOED ON MY FOREHEAD PLEASE!?!?

"Affectionately yours"... My heart🥺

Oh god Henry's offering him an out so that Alex can continue to do what he loves :( my god these two are too much

They really send each other love letters huh? (Emails but whatever afsjdhkldk)

Henry could easily be a writer follow your dreams babe (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

Wish I could roadtrip and drive for hours too

"Do you feel forever about him?" Anghhh soft

"Hi, love" uh yeah they are forever SO PRECIOUS

His dad accepts him🥺

"Alex was so in love he could die" I... I need a moment

Alex making breakfast... Henry strolling in and kissing him on the cheek... Henry calling him love AGAIN... So domestic I CANT-

Lake scene my beloved

Henry saying he's the spare... *having flashbacks of Wilhelm saying the exact same thing holy shit*

Umm excuse me but WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!? HENRY GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE

Chapter 10

Alex let me give you a hug😭🫂

Oh my god he's going to England

I love Alexes temper and how he curses like a sailor lmao

"YOUR ROYAL FUCKING HIGHNESS" AFAKSVSHJDJD OMFG Alex I love you

Oh god this is gonna get angsty... Bring it on

He said it... He fucking said it... I was hoping for the I love you confession during a fight asksvdhdjd my god this is so good

Henry loves him... He's in love with him too... I'm fucking dead

He can't abdicate? Hasn't he thought if that?

Angsty and sad fuck okay then😳

Not surprised that Alex drinks coffee and Henry tea lol

We👏support👏healthy👏communication👏

YESSS THEY'RE GONNA TRYY😭

Aww Mel and Sue yesss (I absoloutly adore Mel Giedroyc and Sue Perkins is such a gay icon)

"Since the Olympics!?" Bitch what!?

Hehe loved this

Running away at 2am how scandolous

Good god their interactions are just the sweetest🥰

Slow dancing... They're slow dancing and kissing... My little queer heart can't take this afakdgdhdh this is too adorable

Thank god I know spanish... Menos mal

Two homes side by side they are each others home I CANT FUCKING DEAL WITH THIS😭

Chapter 11

"Thoughts and prayers" ICONIC

So many Wilmon parallels holy shit

I just know Philip is going to be a fucking bastard (aka homophobe) when Henry tells him

Fuckin knew it

Again with the Jaffa Cakes lmao (I have a love hate relationship with those monstrosities) are those Henrys comfort food?

Yep Henry is a wonderful writer pls follow your dreams UGHHH fuck the monarchy (right Alex ;))

He made a list of things he loves about Henry what the actual fuck this is amazing

Chapter 12

Fucking press man yeah who the fuck goes over security footage??? Someone seems desperate

Poor Henry is suffering so much over this😔

"Because you're it, okay?" WHERE ARE MY GODDAMN TISSUES I NEED A MINUTE

Ohh I'm liking this interaction with Luna

I thought about this the first time they emailed each other but... Why does Henry use his Kensington email which I assume is like an official Royal email? And Alex is using one that says eclair? lmao

FUKCFUCKFUCKSHITFUCK THEY HAVE PHOTOS!?!?

FUCKFUCK IT'S THE EMAILS oh boy it's happened

I worried about the windshield... I fucking worried about it FUCK

You dumbfucks (affectionate) how could you not think about that!?

Also who's the fucking pervert taking the pictures!? And leaking the emails what the fuck!?

Fukcetyfuck the love letters were only for them to see ffuuuuuucucckkkkkk *scream into a pillow*

I really really hope Henry's okay I mean I know he isn't but idk the queen scares me, and Philip, hope Bea is with him :(

Chapter 13

I'm scared to continue someone hold me🥺🫂

"Are you okay?" Thank fucking god, Ellen you ain't so bad

Alex feels forever about Henry I WILL NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT THIS (and the fact that Henry feels the same way🥺)

Mother first, president second AS IT SHOULD BE (Kristina take fucking notes)

Yep I like Ellen

Fucking hell, their entire relationship and privacy for the world to see (like the sex tape holy shit) these four boys all have ptsd I swear

They're going to London, baby!!!! (yes that is a Joey Tribbiani reference lmao)

"Listen up, you fuck" my god I'm loving all the swearing in this book it's absolute gold

THEY'RE TALKING AHAHAAAAAAAA

"Sweetheart" "Hi, love" NO ONE TOUCH ME

They want to tell the truth... I love them so much can I give them a hug?😭🫂

WAIT SHAAN IS ZAHRAS FIANCE!?!? I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING OMFG that is too cute (had to reread the phone call from earlier becuase now it's so much funnier afaksvshshs)

Bea my beloved💕

Alex and Beas convertation was amazing

Yep Philip ain't no Erik (switch places with him lol)

Henry is braver than you ever were Philip🖕

Yeah what Alex said afajsvdhkdldh

The abdicate™ bomb, yas queen👑💅

Fucking love how Henry is a "fuck the monarchy" type of person too, just like Alex (my god they are distant cousins to Wilhelm and Simon I SWEAR)

Go Catherine!!! (Also love how when Henry calls her mum and Alex calls Ellen mom they're spelt in the way of their country lol)

I fucking hope it ends well, otherwise I will Riot

The support of the people is just amazing🥺🏳️‍🌈

"Tories and Brexit fools" lmao

Yyeeesss Catherinee go off!!!!

Bea 👆

They love each other so much😭

Chapter 14

"History, huh?" Yeah I want that T-shirt NOW

Oh god is Nora okay? What?

I have an inclining that Nora has been looking for the son of a bitch who leaked everything

Knew it lmao (it just made me think of Felice when she was looking for the bitch who leaked the tape)

Fucking Richards, just like their names they are dicks wtf fucking perverts LEAVE THOSE TWO IN GODDAMN PEACE

I bet it was Luna who sent Nora everything come on

Hehe YES

Oh fuck is that why Luna left? Because he knew they were doing that? I'm just trying to think about the convertation that Alex overheard with him and Oscar cause they did it for a reason right? Idk lol

Confirmed, Amy is trans and has a wife fuck yeah

Also Cash is pan!? Hello!?

Luna needs to be protected, what happened to him is fucking horrendous

"innit?" So British love it

They are so in love it's disgusting

Chapter 15

Henry's official portrait is with Alex I CANT-😭

"Bea's charity fund supporting addiction recovery programs and Henry's LGBT rights foundation"... *Cries*

Oh god Philip, he better be there to support them and not be a shitty sibling

Well, at least he's trying?

"The Super Six" Love them all

"Se repetira la historia?" Alex por favor habla mas español😩 hablale a Henry en español jeje

The tie... AGAIN AHAAAAHHHH can yall stop being adorable for five goddamn minutes!?

Hope they win🤞

The moment I read that Alex collides with someone I just fucking knew it was Liam

Fuck... they need to win Texas

"Four more years!" FUCK YES THEY WON!!!

Henry bought a brownstone in Brooklyn awww they're gonna be so domestic I love it

They're riding on bikes that is so wholesome

"We won" yes you fucking did

The End

MY THOUGHTS (just a ps but english isn't my first language)

Love it

Absoloutly goddamn fucking loved it

All the characters are just so amazing and Henry and Alex... so much love for them💜 Anyone know where I can find love like that? 🥺👉👈

Ngl a bit too horny for me lol but it wasn't as explicit as the usual fanfiction that I find so it didn't trigger my sex repulsiveness yay :D

Also the part where they said they wanted to tell the truth I could not stop thinking about Wille and Kristinas convertation in the car: "Is it worth it?" Aka, Is he worth it? Does he feel like forever? FFUUUUCCCKKK Young Royals season 2 where you at?

So many times I thought about Wilmon holy shit (but in a good way)

Overall 11/10 fuckin loved it, so so good would recommend!

Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it lol 💜

Now if you'll excuse me I'm off to read Firstprince fanfiction on ao3 byeeee

Ps you bet your ass I pictured almost every character with the cast of Young Royals lmao

#rwarb #rwrb #red white and royal blue #casey mcquiston #firstprince #young royals #mine #lazytalks

[edwardashley]

Billy + Hickey and why are they so in love?

*rubs my gay little hands together*

THANK YOU THANK YOU anon im putting this behind a cut b/c I could talk abt them forever honestly and its a Little Long obvs spoilers for The Terror AMC (2018)

Just prefacing with, this is not meant as a like a developed Meta Analysis this is just the Feelings They Give Me. Gibson and Hickey are such a fun spin on portraying a love story, b/c the drama isnt in the "are we going to start a relationship/are we going to maintain our relationship" since the show opens with their breakup. BUT we still get to see that there is love that persists; even Adam Nagaitis Hickey's actor, has said that he has played it as a continuous love story. Their love is something they may not be able to fully emotionally reckon with, but I feel like the idea of love spilling out of oneself despite trying to hold it back its very romantic.

Let’s establish where they start, we see that there must have been some tenderness and affection. For starters they’re on a first name basis. Then, Hickey references how Gibson has been growing emotionally distant ("is that why I've seen more of your postern than your face this winter, Billy?"), but in order for there to be this sense of loss to him, there has to have been something there to begin with. Also its established they were at least in a monogamous relationship ("to think you were such a good wife to me all these months") Also, its subjective, but to me the body language also speaks to intimacy beyond just fuckbuddies, with how Gibson clutches at Hickey's chest initially and also.........this

I could continue to pick this WHOLE scene apart line by line I want to add the “my standing with command is more important / you of all people should know that” which references Gibson being aware of how Cornelius “the Captain wants to fuck me!” Hickey DOES venerate authority and has ambitions. In the breakup Gibson is following his ambitions for power as well, he and Hickey are not so different.

So, they're agreed to a separation, and Gibson is avoiding Hickey and Hickey is off lobster chasing. We move through Gibson feeling a sense of remorse/guilt for the breakup when Hickey ends up getting lashed with the blood on his hand.

RAT WEDDING

We get the snippy little “what do i get in return, news of the marines?” which means Gibson has been actively watching Hickey (jealous much) and then the RING ON THE FINGER. Hickey is an opportunist, but he’s killing two birds with one stone here. He can get back into Gibson’s good graces, weave his way back into his life, with plausible deniability. They both still like each other, but they’re doing a little dance of excuses and posturing, perhaps even they’ve convinced themselves their only doing this “for practical reasons” but Look At Them. Hickey could have just put the ring in his hand, but we love an excuse to TOUCH each other don’t we Mr. Hickey? Especially in this show, where no one is allowed to kiss, where the show consistently portrays hand touches as markers of intimacy between other couples. Also, again, just look at them. Cute. It’s hard to convey in images here, but contrast in the softness in their faces and their usual calculated expressions is pretty stark imo.

Ep 7 Gibson has scurvy, we know partly b/c Gibson already looks like he’s deteriorating and b/c Gibson is directly set up as a Fitzjames corollary in Ep 9 and a whole scene in Ep 6 is dedicated to showing Fitzjames is sick, anyways GIbson starts to get visibly upset by Golding listing the horrors of the disease and Hickey coos, puts his hand around his waist, and gets in close, conceptually and literally drawing him into another discussion to distract, hmmmmmm thoughtful rat

To me, the nail in the coffin abt the THEY WERE IN LOVE, is the death scene of COURSE. The physical tenderness there is so MUCH for me. When Gibson says the disease is in his knees and Hickey caresses them. Then the way Hickey strokes his palm to Gibson’s cheek, and then presses his hand against his chest (where the ring is), the way Gibson clutches at Hickey’s sleeve trying to ask him not to go when Hickey stands up and cradles his head.......the TEARS IN HICKEYS EYES THAT APPEAR AFTER GOODSIR SAYS GIBSON CANT WALK, JUST WHEN HiCKEY  REALIZES GIBSON IS DEFINITELY GOING TO DIE (regardless of his actions). His killing of Gibson is in his eyes, a mercy, “we’ll do what we’ve always done, make the best of a bad situation”???? oof. And then when he eats Gibson his thoughtful face and stroking of the meat (insert the academic background on the history of cannibalism / intimacy / sexuality metaphors here). Hickey loved him, Hickey loves him even in death! it’s also worth noting that, after Gibson’s death is when Hickey’s delusions of grandeur / arguable psychic break skyrockets, like Gibson was the last thing tethering him to reality.

And ending with the ring????? GIBSON KEPT THE RING HICKEY GAVE HIM NEXT TO HIS HEART? FOR AT LEAST SIX MONTHS?????? HELLO THEY ARE IN LOVE. I WILL NOT BE OVER THIS.

apologize this was in no way rationally structured i just have a LOT of feelings

#the terror #the terror amc #cornelius hickey #billy gibson #nicky is terrorposting

[tendercoretroglodyke]

... I’m interested in legitimately gay Reese (I assume one piece of evidence is “look at what they’re doing and tell me you’re not gay”)

okay this is like 2 days late but this is why reese malcolminthemiddle is legitimately gay:

(side note: did anyone need a queer media thesis paper or something... I am willing to share lmao)

so none of this is like... rock solid evidence or anything but I need to believe at least one main character of a show is gay and/or trans to maintain interest and reese is the most plausible gay character. also it’s early 2000′s so he just gets a lot of vaguely homophobic jokes lmao

first of all, yes, the biggest piece of evidence he’s gay is those lines from that episode I quoted the other day--thinking malcolm is gay, he tries to show his support by giving him a gay porno: “’Naught Pool Boys 3!’ I watched 10 or 12 of these, and this one seems to have the most stuff you guys like.” and when malcolm says he isn’t gay, reese responds “Malcolm. Check out what those guys are doing in that movie, and THEN tell me you’re not gay.”-- so, 1) reese sat down and watched like a dozen gay porn movies to ““find a good one for his gay brother”” and 2) he thinks malcolm would reconsider his heterosexuality if he watched what was in that movie, implying that HE reconsidered his sexuality after watching that movie, or at the very least found it hot

in the same episode, the character tricking malcolm into thinking reese is gay lists the following as evidence: he obsesses over his hair and his looks, loves his gourmet cooking, has a bunch of magazines covered in comically muscular men, and that he’s angry and acts like a jerk because he’s “dealing with something weird and confusing.” now obviously, the obsession with hair/looks can be chalked up to the fact that he’s a teenage boy, and there’s nothing inherently gay about enjoying cooking. the dozen magazines of muscle-bound men could certainly be taken as gay evidence, though, and it IS established in the show that his entire bully persona is his way of masking his inner feelings and insecurities. there’s literally a whole episode where he & malcolm realize they have no friends because they act like little shits to push people away because they’re afraid of rejection and/or abandonment from their peers. they ostracize themselves before they can be ostracized by the other students at school. I could probably write a whole other essay on reese’s psyche tbqh lmao there’s a shocking amount there!!

of the brothers who are actually old enough to be attracted to girls (reese, malcolm, and francis), he shows the least interest. now bear with me here. you might be thinking, “well, yeah, it’s malcolm’s show, we’re not gonna see things from other people’s perspective!” but that is actually surprisingly untrue, the show is very much equally shown from each family members’ perspectives. starting about s2, when malcolm is in early middle school, he starts getting crushes on girls and pursuing them. francis goes after a few women in the first couple seasons and then marries a woman we see a lot throughout the show. 

in the roughly... 130?? episodes I have watched so far, nearly all of reese’s “interest” in girls involve either: competition with malcolm, genuinely just liking her as a friend, or some completely ulterior motive. the only exception to this I can think of is in the early seasons where he has a crush on a cheerleader and tries to get on her good side by joining the cheerleading squad, which the writers clearly set up as a way to make gay jokes about reese. let me give you a few examples of his relationships with girls

the first relationship we see him in is with a “stupid girl” that malcolm tried (and failed) to date, and the main reason they get together is that they think on the same wavelength and genuinely seem to enjoy hanging out. they take breaks from their bro chats to make out every once in a while. eventually he gets her to break up with him because he doesn’t want to go to the school dance with her (he doesn’t want to go at all). years later, he’s dating some girl we meet for like 5 minutes, before he goes to confess to her that she’s the first girl he’s ever loved. she then breaks up with him. he’s sad, but taking it fairly well. he’s about to leave when he sees malcolm hiding under the bed, and learns that he stole his girlfriend. he then runs away to join the army. he was clearly MUCH more upset that his brother stole his girlfriend than he was that his girlfriend broke up with him. there are many more instances of him and malcolm competing for a girl’s affections, and he seems mostly motivated by the competition itself.

in addition to “stupid girl,” he also manufactures an “attraction” to his female army buddy in the last season. the premise of this episode is that his old army buddy (a girl he play-wrestles with and insults like he would his own brothers) comes to visit him, and malcolm convinces reese that she’s attracted to him, and that reese’s nervousness at learning that fact is proof he’s in love with her. there’s a misunderstanding where reese asks her if she has certain “feelings” and she says she does, but what she ACTUALLY means is that she has a crush on reese’s MOM. she’s a lesbian. reese later propositions her (saying he’s saved his virginity for this--he’s probably about 18 here), and when she says omg no im gay, he is HUGELY relieved they can go back to being friends. CLASSIC mlm/wlw friendship moment. 

there’s an episode where these cute girls pick up reese (& nerds) to kiss in front of their boyfriends to make them jealous. reese is all for it, and when malcolm argues that it’s not worth his dignity and the beating he’ll get from the girl’s boyfriend, reese counters that that’s WHY he wants to do this--he’s completely invisible at school, and thinks getting beaten up for kissing some guy’s girlfriend will at least make him known around school. at no point does he indicate he’s actually attracted to this girl, and when it comes time to kiss her, he finds the weakest excuse to run away at the last minute. 

im not gonna list all of these but there’s more lmao

the following is a random assortment of one-off gay jokes and out-of-context lines with gay reese implications, often homophobically bc its early 2000′s writing:

says “I’m gay” to a girl to give malcolm a better shot at her

(again in competition with malcolm) tries to flirt with a girl by spraying milk in her face as the punchline to a joke, which is. well. hm. self-sabotaging, to say the least!!

Reese: “Do you think it’s right to totally change who you are and turn your back on EVERYTHING you believe in, just to impress a hot guy??” [his dad gives a long, blank stare, before asking:] “...Burt Reynolds hot, or Sting hot?”

“YEAH I like clouds! I call them sky kittens :)” (I just think that one’s sweet!)

“Look, Christie, here’s the thing. When I first met you, I was just messing around. But we’ve gotten so close that, now... I really like you! I can’t keep this up anymore. I’m not the person you think I am. I’ve been pretending since the day I met you. It’s so hard having to constantly cover my tracks to keep my story straight... and I don’t WANT to anymore! I’m tired of living this lie! I’m done with it. I’m sorry.”

he catfishes some guy to blackmail him, but is implied to continue the flirtation even after the catfishing/blackmail is revealed

reese is, technically, married to a man. this particular plot point is played as a joke and manages to be both racist and homophobic, so I won’t go into it. but I believe he is still married to that man. technically.

reese takes care of a huge box full of caterpillars until they pupate and become beautiful butterflies. I feel like there’s some kind of gay coming out metaphor here somewhere.

I think there are a couple other times where he comments on a guy’s attractiveness but I couldn’t find specific instances.

In conclusion: Reese is a deeply repressed gay kid who was socialized SO thoroughly as an early 2000′s straight boy that, despite his attraction for men and his obvious compulsory heterosexuality, he still cannot admit to himself that he is gay even as he enters adulthood. Furthermore, his subconscious frustration about this fact is turned outward to form the “schoolyard bully” costume he uses to mask his insecurities and keep others from getting too close to him. 

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. I could be convinced to come back for another talk about how Dewey is trans or about how each and every member of that family is neurodivergent in entirely different ways. Assuming anyone has read this far in the first place!!

#sorry this was so long lmao I legit spent 2 hours on this #I have 2 modes: not doing the thing and overdoing the thing #hey anon if you actually see this I'd appreciate a quick message saying so lmao I'd hate to write all this only for you to miss it #I'll probably rb sometime tomorrow at least #also liz if you're reading this i was GONNA add a bit about francis' gay potential like you mentioned but I ran out of steam so remind me t #i think reese has the most gay potential tho #mitm #malcolm in the middle #anonymous #Anonymous

[yenafmd]

q2 plot call.

hey guys gays and theys, i’m here to write out some thoughts and ideas of what yena is up to during q2 and any potential plots that might come from that. as always, feel free to like this post, slide into my ims or hmu on d*sc*rd: dilemma dilemma#5703 . i’ll see if in the next few days i will post either a open starter or a starter call (or maybe both) but for now, this is it, i’ll love to hear from you all!

THE CALYPSO GIRLS!!! THEY’RE THRIVING!!!!

but also yena is absolutely busier than ever, dimensions throwing a bunch of very sudden schedules onto calypso’s shoulders and in the meantime her solo schedules keep coming in as well (the latter i have yet to completely confirm through claims but imagine its a lot of acting/modelling work) 

so she’s very very busy and honestly her enthusiasm about being relevant only gets her so far? so i can imagine she has some moments where she just,,, crashes, tired, overwhelmed, running from one place to the other. she could definitely use some tips from people that are used to having busy careers on how to manage this

on a more angstier note she probably ends up blowing off plans at the last minute/showing up late/forgetting plans entirely. any muses are valid to call her out on it because damn no need to ghost ppl now ur finally relevant miss nam

dimensions artists will see her a lot around the hq, working on their new album and stuff, something yena will never shut up about, rollin doing so well on the charts is one thing but actually getting a new album while dimensions told them they’d have none of that coming their way is Extra special to yena 

there is some more surveillance on yena from the company than their usually is so it’s a bit harder for her to get up to the nonsense she usually does. come catch her out on a very stressed smoke break or let yena use your muse as an excuse to stray from management’s watching eye for a second, she needs it

there is also a bigger pressure on calypso than ever and honestly, it kind of freaks yena out as the quote unquote ‘least talented’ member of calypso (by her own judgement), for someone that’s so used to cutting corners she’s very very anxious about her performance all of a sudden, someone try to help her manage these worries? or offer her some extra help with her vocals/dancing/rapping

for quantum members of course there is the song swap thing, yena will be very giddy teaching the rollin choreo, it’s something she’s very proud and enthusiastic about but she will def be a bit of a tough teacher in the way that she will tolerate none of that ‘boygroup-ifying’ of the choreo. they better be prepared to pour their whole quantussy into the performance.

also she’s very excited to do chained up, i can imagine like, calypso in suits, pretty chokers, looking hot af (beth bestie pls just call me out if im Wrong) but yeah she’s excited for that one, both to learn it and to show off her peak sexi vibes

i think this is most of my thoughts? ofc there is the standard stuff, rollin’ repromotions span the first 2 weeks of april still and chi mat baram will be in june so anyone who promotes around these times will see a lot of yena too 

but yeah that’s basically what she’s going through atm, pls do share any thoughts! i’d love to hear them!

#famedcall #✿ — ooc. #//'their whole quantussy' i do hate myself for that

[marauders-venting]

Hi,, I read your posts,, and they were all sooooo amazing!! I just loved them. That's why I wanna ask if you will write prompt for me. Prompt: Remus/ Sirius first date. Both of them are nervous, and share the reason of their nervousness with lily and James. Sirius/ Remus is nervous because he is preparing for the date. While other is nervous about looks or other stuff. And then how the date goes...,, English is not my mother tongue so, pardon me if their are some errors. <3

The Last Chance

pairing: wolfstar (remus x sirius)

genre: fluff

warnings: hints at death

words: 3865

note: i wrote this with @ probably_wizardingworld_art on instagram. I wrote the part with remus and lily and she wrote sirius and james and we wrote the rest together. they came up with the title too.

a/n: hi! thank you so much that makes me so happy :D! this is my first prompt so im very excited. i actually had a lot of fun writing this so if you guys want to send me requests/prompts i'd be glad to try write some of them (you can send the request on tumblr or instagram)! anyway sorry this took me so long to get to but i hope you like the result! :)

Sirius was nervous, which didn’t happen often so they were pathetic at dealing with it. He needed to talk to James immediately or his head would probably explode or something. When he entered the common room they were lucky enough that Prongs was already there; he was talking to Lily, but that didn't matter right now. He walked up to them and slightly tapped James onto the shoulder, making him jump a little.

“Hey James, can I talk to you for a moment?” Sirius asked nervously, fidgeting around with one of their many rings.

“Of course Pads,” James said. He seemed a bit concerned because Sirius Black was rarely that unconfident, especially when there were people around. “Wanna go onto the roof for it?” Too tense to give a proper answer Sirius just nodded. James gave Lily an excusing look and the two boys went up to their dorm, climbed out of the window and onto the rooftop.

“Okay Padfoot, tell me what's bothering you,” James requested softly. Sirius took a deep breath before he managed to start talking at least two times as fast as usual.

“I know it's silly and I know I'm probably already bothering you enough with this stuff but… you know our graduation is only a week from now and everyone is asking someone out? I wanna ask Moony out but I'm hella nervous about it and I don't know what to do…”

“I can tell,” James muttered quietly. Not quietly enough though, as Sirius still punched his arm slightly and called him an “insensitive idiot”.

Picking up the original issue, Prongs said, “Pads, we both know you've been wanting to ask him out for at least a whole year now and I also know you always kept saying you would do it next time. But Sirius, just in case it's not clear to you, there isn't gonna be a next time. No next weekend at Hogsmeade, nothing; this is our graduation Sirius, it's your last chance to do it. Don't let it slip like all the others. Ask him to go to the dance with you; you would regret it if you didn’t.”

James was right of course, this was his last chance but that made it even worse to him. There wouldn't be enough time after this to fix the friendship when Remus wouldn't want to go to the dance with him.

“For two years actually. But Prongs… what do I do when he says no? What if he doesn't like me this way? Our friendship would become weird and there would barely be time to fix it. I don't wanna ruin everything y'know?” They tried to explain his fear to the other boy.

“Well, if he says no you can still act as if you wanted to go as friends, can't you?” he shrugged. “Even if I can't see why he should say no. It won’t be much of a surprise when Moony likes you the same way you like him, honestly.”

“And if he will refuse because well, we're two boys and there are a lot of people and dammit we both know he hates getting a lot of attention. Do you think people would stare at us? Not that I’d mind, of course, just thinking about Moony there.” They knew the anxious tone of their voice betrayed his words, but he wouldn't admit that.

“You wouldn’t be the only ones though. Lily told me that Marlene asked Dorcas out, so there’s no need to be worried about being THE gay couple. I don’t know why you think you’d be that interesting anyway.” James earned a stern look for this comment, but he just laughed at that, then added, “really Pads, you’re thinking too much; that’s not good for you.”

“Okay… I will do it. I can do that. Totally not scared anymore. And HOW the fuck am I gonna do this?” They hadn’t even given himself a moment to let the decision sink in and had already started panicking again. James seemed to find it hilarious though because he was laughing his head off.

“Sirius, calm down for fuck’s sake. If I managed to ask Lily out you can ask out Moony; he really isn’t that scary.”

“I never said Moony would be scary, arsehole.” He gave James a playful shove before he continued. “Besides, you definitely can't compare that! You and Lily are already dating, she would have been goin’ with you anyway. AND Moony would KILL me if I would make it a big, public thing like you did. Would definitely fit my attitude, but if I want him to say yes I’m not gonna do it like you.”

“Guess you're right about that. Maybe just ask him to talk in private then? If you won’t get it done until tomorrow, I solemnly swear I’m gonna lock you two up in our dormitory,” Prongs said, grinning mischievously.

“Bloody hell, Potter! You definitely WON’T do that, got it??” James just poked out his tongue at that.

“Don't worry about it too much mate, it's gonna be alright,” he assured him.

“Thanks for helping out Prongs,” Sirius spoke genuinely.

“Any time Padfoot.” The two lads climbed back into the dormitory. James went searching for Lily to continue their conversation. Sirius was alone in the room so he sat down on his bed and started thinking about what he wanted to say to Remus, just in case he would remember any of it when he actually had to ask him out.

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“So do you know who you’re going to the dance with?” Lily asked.

“No,” Remus said.

“Why not?”

“Well, it may have escaped your notice but we don’t all have boyfriends who’ve been in love with us for six and a half years,” Remus snapped.

“Geez,” Lily said. “I’m sorry I mentioned it.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Remus said. “It’s not you, I just… I’m kind of really dreading this dance.”

“What? Why?” Lily asked. “It’ll be fun.”

“No it won’t,” Remus said. “It’ll be really stupid and there will be a ton of people. I don’t know, I just don’t really want to go.”

“You’re not going?” Lily asked.

“I don’t know,” Remus said again. “Probably not.”

“What? No, Rem, come on. You have to come. it’s better than sitting in your room stressing yourself out about how you did on your N.E.W.Ts.”

“Why? It’s not like anybody will miss me. You’ll be with James. Marlene and Dorcas will be together. Peter’s probably going to ask that Hufflepuff girl to go with him and he’ll spend all night with her. And Sirius… Sirius won’t miss me. He’ll be with their date.”

“Who is Sirius going with by the way? Do you know?”

“No,” Remus said, sounding agitated again.

“Then how do you know he has a date?”

“Lils, it’s Sirius. Of course, he has a date. Literally, half the school is head over heels for them.”

“Does that half include you then?” Lily muttered under her breath.

“W–what?” Remus said.

“Nothing, nothing,” Lily sighed. “So you’re really not going?”

“I’d just be standing there alone in the corner. I’ll be even more awkward than usual.”

“You wouldn’t be alone, Remus. Do you really think we’d all ditch you just because we have dates? We’re still your friends.”

“Fair enough,” Remus said. “And thanks for the offer but as much as I would enjoy third-wheeling with you and James, it’s a hard pass.”

“Come on, Remus, there must be somebody you want to ask to the dance,” Lily insisted.

“No,” Remus muttered. “There isn’t anybody I want to go with.” But the blush on his cheeks gave him away.

“Remus, you’re a horrible liar,” Lily said. “Now spill the secret. Who do you want to ask?”

“Nobody!” Remus insisted, but his blush only deepened. “There’s no secret!”

“You know you can tell me anything, Remus. Don’t you trust me with your secret? We’ve been best friends for seven years.”

“Which is exactly why I know not to trust you with my secret,” Remus said.

“Aha! I knew there was a secret!” Lily said. “Come on, just tell me.”

“You’ll laugh at me,” Remus said. “You’ll say I’m ridiculous for suggesting it.”

“No I won’t,” Lily said. “Rem, I swear on my life, I won’t. Just tell me.”

“Fine,” Remus swallowed. “Sirius.”

“I knew it!” Lily yelled. “I fucking knew it!”

“Keep your voice down!” Remus said.

“Sorry,” she whispered. “I knew it though.”

“Great, I’m a bad liar, you proved your point,” Remus said. “Now do you see why I would be going to the dance alone?”

“No, actually, I do not,” Lily said. “You want to ask Sirius to the dance so ask him to the dance.” Remus snorted.

“Yeah, right.”

“What?”

“Lily, if I ask Sirius to the dance one of two things is going to happen. One, they’ll assume I mean as friends and I’ll look like a complete idiot. Two, they’ll turn me down and then everything will get awkward and he’ll hate me and if that happens I might just die.”

“Oh calm down, Remus,” Lily said. “You accuse Sirius of being a drama queen all the time but you’re just as bad. First of all, Sirius would never hate you—”

“You don’t know that,” Remus said.

“Yes I do,” she insisted.

“How?” he asked skeptically, crossing his arms.

“Remus, a friend who undergoes a long and complex magical transformation for the sole purpose of helping you, is not going to hate you just because you have a crush on them.��� He had to admit that Lily was making a pretty good point.

“That doesn’t mean it won’t be awkward,” Remus pressed.

“You know, Remus, I actually think they might like you,” Lily said. Remus laughed but even he could hear that it sounded bitter and forced.

“Lily, please,” Remus said. “Maybe he won’t hate me but they definitely do not like me. Not the way I like him.”

“Why not?” Lily said. “I was right about you liking him, wasn’t I? So who is to say that I’m not right about them liking you?”

“Lils, have you seen Sirius? He’s way out of my league. They literally have no reason to look at me like that.”

“Remus, you do not give yourself enough credit, honestly,” Lily sighed. “So how long have you liked them?”

“Since the start of fifth year,” Remus said, not meeting her eye.

“That’s almost three years,” she said.

“It is,” Remus sighed, still not looking at her.

“Remus,” Lily started, “I really think you should talk to him.”

“Lily—”

“No, Remus, listen. Do you trust me?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Bitch,” Lily said, jabbing him in the ribs with her elbow.

“Kidding,” Remus grunted.

“So talk to him,” she insisted. Remus hesitated.

“What if he already has a date?” he asked.

“Ask them,” Lily shrugged.

“And if they do?”

“Hmm I think you know exactly what you’re going to do if Sirius already has a date and you don’t need my advice at all so I would like to propose the alternative,” Lily said. “What if he doesn’t have a date?”

“I—” Remus buried his face in his palms, “I don’t fucking know.”

“Hey,” Lily said, gently. “It’s ok. Everything will be ok, regardless of what happens, Remus. I promise.”

“I don’t want to lose him,” he said, quietly.

“You won’t,” she said. “Remus, look at me.” He did. “You won’t. You know it as well as I do. You won’t lose him, no matter what.”

“Ok,” Remus sighed. “So I guess I’m asking Sirius Black to the dance.” He felt a flutter in his stomach as he said it. He was really going to do it.

“I guess you are,” Lily said, smiling.

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Remus walked into the dorm and found himself alone with Sirius, who looked up as he came in.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi.” Ask him, said a voice in his head. Lily’s voice. It was his chance; the dorm was empty, it was just the two of them. He needed to stop putting this off.

“So, um… do you have a date to the dance yet?” he asked timidly.

“Nope,” Sirius said, looking back at the floor. “Do you?”

“No,” Remus replied. “So the Sirius Black doesn’t have a date to the dance yet?” Remus added, trying to relax. Just talk, he told himself, just talk to him like you normally would.

“How’d that happen?” Sirius shrugged.

“I don’t know,” they said. “I just didn’t really fancy any of the people who asked me.”

“Is… is there someone you wanted to ask yourself?” Remus asked, heart racing in his chest. Sirius hesitated a moment before answering.

“Yes,” he said slowly.

“So why didn’t you?”

“Same reason as anybody, I suppose. I didn’t want to be turned down.”

“Pfft like anybody would turn you down,” Remus said.

“I will ask him, though.”

“When?”

“Within the next five minutes probably. What about you? Why don’t you have a date?” Well, here it goes.

“I’m hoping to,” Remus said. “Soon enough.” Maybe it was his imagination but Remus thought he saw the spark leave Sirius’ grey eyes, the smile faltering slightly on his lips.

“So who’s the lucky lad or lady who’s swept you off your feet?” Sirius asked. Suddenly some gusto of bravery possessed Remus and he took a step towards Sirius.

“Well, you know them,” he said.

“Do I, now?”

“Yep,” Remus said. “He’s in this room right now.” Sirius’ eyes darted in every direction but found Remus again when they realised that there was nobody there but the two of them.

“Wait,” Sirius said, realisation growing in his eyes. “Are—are you trying to ask me to the dance?” Remus gave a small nod.

“That,” he said, “and tell you that I… I’ve liked you for a long time now.”

“No, no, no, you can’t do that,” Sirius said. Remus ducked his head, feeling the tears filling his eyes. He knew it would end like this. It was stupid to cry when this was exactly what he had expected. But that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“Sirius, I’m so, so sorry. I never meant—”

“I was just about to ask you to the dance!” Sirius said. “You totally stole my moment!”

“I— what?” Remus said, looking up. “You… you were going to ask me to the dance?”

“Yes, I’ve been trying to all day,” Sirius said. “But I kept stalling until James told me to suck it up and just do it already.”

“Wait, I— wha— I’m so confused,” Remus said, trying to get a hold of the situation.

“You… you wanted to ask me to the dance?”

“Yes, Remus,” Sirius said, taking his hand in their own. “I wanted to tell you that I… I’ve had a crush on you since we were like fifteen and… nothing would make me happier than to go to this dance with you.”

“Really?” Remus asked.

“Yeah,” Sirius said, wiping the tears out of Remus’ eyes with his thumb. “But then you got there first.”

“Maybe next time try to be a little bit faster then,” Remus laughed.

“Fine,” Sirius said, grinning. And then before he knew it, Remus was being kissed by Sirius Black. Sirius had closed the gap between them, kissing Remus firmly on the lips. And for a moment, Remus couldn’t breathe. Because this was too good to be true. Far, far too good. Sirius wanted to go to the dance with him. And he wanted to go to the dance with Sirius. He was going to the dance with Sirius. He’s kissing Sirius right now.

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For the fifth and last time, Remus checked his reflection in the mirror. It hadn’t changed within the last few minutes of course, but he was nervous, really nervous.

“Calm down Remus, you look good.” It was James. He had just come out of the bathroom, finally wearing his suit too.

“Really Moony, you’re worrying too much,” Peter assured him.

All of them had decided to wear a simple, black suit but somehow they’d still managed to look completely different. Maybe it was the fact that James was wearing a normal tie, Peter was going for a bow tie and Remus himself had just left open the top two buttons of his shirt. Remus didn’t know what Sirius was going to wear, as they dressed with the girls to avoid Remus seeing him in his outfit before he was supposed to.

In less than a minute James and Remus were supposed to meet their dates in the Gryffindor common room so the three boys decided to get down there and wait for them.

As soon as they reached the common room the door of the girls’ dormitory swung open and Lily started walking down the stairs in a beautiful, emerald green, backless dress, followed by Sirius and Marlene.

Remus thought he’d faint when he saw Sirius’s outfit. He was wearing a DRESS. And they looked absolutely stunning in it. The dress was a beautiful dark blue and floor-length with a plunging V-neck and a split skirt, and he was wearing a goddamn underbust corset. It was breathtaking. He only noticed he’d been staring a bit long when Sirius was standing right in front of him, staring right back, lips slightly parted. They swallowed visibly before he said, “You look good Moony.”

His face was probably deep red, but somehow he still managed to say something.

“And you look absolutely marvellous in that dress.”

Was that possible? Sirius Black, blushing? Apparently, it was and it was cute.

They had to be at the Great Hall any minute now, so Remus took Sirius’ hand and they all started leaving the common room.

When they arrived at the Great Hall they saw that it had been entirely transformed for the event. The long house tables that were usually in the middle of the room were pushed against the walls and held a large variety of food, snacks and drinks, leaving the middle clear for students to dance. A big banner reading Class of ‘78 was strung against the back wall of the hall and there was music playing although where it was coming from remained a mystery.

Marlene and Peter spotted their dates already in the room and hurried to greet them.

“May I have this dance?” James asked Lily, kissing the back of her hand. Lily rolled her eyes but Remus noticed her blushing slightly.

“No, Potter, I came with you so that I could dance with somebody else,” she said sarcastically. “Of course you can have this dance. Come on.” And she dragged him onto the dance floor, leaving Remus and Sirius standing by the door.

“You wanna get something to drink?” Remus suggested, trying to delay the moment when he had to dance in front of everybody and make a fool of himself. Why had he come to this dance again?

“Yeah, sure,” Sirius said. They stood by the drinks table, drinking juice (yes, juice) and talking for a while but Remus saw Sirius looking wistfully at all the dancing people.

“You’re going to make me dance, aren’t you?” he said.

“Oh come on we have to dance a little,” Sirius said. “It is a dance after all.”

“But we both know that I cannot dance. Like at all.”

“Come on, babe, dance with me please,” Sirius pouted.

“Babe?” Remus said, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Um, I-I mean… uh…” Sirius stuttered, his cheeks flushed. They put their head on Remus’ shoulder, hiding his face. “Sorry.” Remus kissed the top of Sirius’ head, lingering to smell Sirius’ hair.

“Don’t be, I… I like it,” Remus said, blushing hard.

“You do?” Sirius asked.

“Yeah.”

“Ok. So will you dance with me?” Sirius asked hopefully. Remus hesitated a little before answering.

“Yeah,” he said. “I will.” And he took Sirius by the hand and pulled them into the center of the Great Hall.

Remus was right, of course. He could not dance. But he was trying. The more upbeat the songs were the more difficult but as soon as a slow song came on, Sirius wrapped him in their arms and took the lead, making it significantly easier to dance but also significantly harder to breathe.

Right now they were dancing in each other’s arms, swaying slowly to the music. Remus closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Sirius’.

“I love you, you know,” he said. “I’m in love with you.” Sirius stumbled on his feet and stopped moving.

“Really?” they asked. Remus froze, realising what he had said.

“Uh I–I mean…” Remus stuttered, “that depends, is this a good or bad reaction?”

“Good,” Sirius said, quietly. “The best.” And then he kissed Remus. There, in the middle of the great hall, in front of all their friends and all their classmates and all their teachers, Remus and Sirius stood, kissing each other like their lives depended on it, like they needed the other more than they needed oxygen. And at that moment, at that moment that Remus' lips connected with Sirius’, at that moment that Sirius slid their tongue into Remus’ mouth and pulled him closer, at that moment Remus didn’t have a care in the world. He didn’t care that people were watching, he didn’t care that he might fail his examinations, he didn’t care about the war waging outside the walls. All he cared about was Sirius and the feeling he had when they were together. As long as he had Sirius, nothing else mattered.

When they broke apart, Remus’ breaths were shallow. He held Sirius close, their foreheads pressed together, his arms around Sirius’ neck as Sirius’ hands cupped Remus’ face.

“I love you too,” Sirius whispered. He could’ve yelled it, could’ve made a scene. The whole room was watching them anyway. But this wasn’t just something for attention, Remus knew. Sirius meant it. They meant what he said. He really meant it.

“I thought you would hate me if you ever found out,” Remus said, not moving away.

“Well, then you’re an idiot,” Sirius said, “because I could never hate you. Not even if I tried.”

“Me neither,” Remus said. “I could never hate you either.” Remus knew it was true the moment he said it. But despite that, the universe decided to put him to the test. It was barely four years later when Remus was desperately trying to fall out of love with Sirius, to hate him. Because how could you love your best friend’s murderer? You shouldn’t. But apparently, he could. It took another twelve years for Remus to be able to admit that he had not hated Sirius. Not really. He thought back to the day he told Sirius that he could never hate them. He wasn’t lying that day. Remus was unsure of many things these days. Everything seemed rocky and unstable. Anything good could disappear at any moment and more often than not it did. But this he was certain of, without a shadow of a doubt: for as long he lived, he would be in love with Sirius Black. And nothing could change that.

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[turinn]

Naive

Ray Blackwell x M!Reader

Summary: An invitation at a party reveals that Luka had no idea you’re gay, and brings up a concern you hadn’t had before. Tags: Crack, fluff, secret relationship, mention of homophobia, alcohol consumption A/N: This is based on a dream I had where Luka and I had this exact conversation and when I woke up and remembered it I nearly threw up laughing. I did actual research for the girls outfit and hair bc im a fashion history nerd. the pocket watch i just thought was cute. Fenrir calls the reader fruity but its okay bc hes gay too god bless Word Count: 1.5k

The party was the usual affair expected of the Godspeed's, an air of elegance- present but not too overbearing- hanging over the large hall. Music drifted gently to your ears as you took everything in, a small smile settling on your face.

You couldn't help but feel a little underdressed. The officers had, of course, kept their uniforms on, but everyone else present was dressed to the nines. You'd thought the suit you wore was lovely when you and Seth had seen it last week, dark blue with a white trim, paired with a pale cyan tie and pocket square. The gold watch that settled comfortably in your pocket had been a gift from Blanc, supposedly made by Oliver to look similar to his own, to commemorate your decision to stay in Cradle. Compared to everyone else, it felt rather simple now, but you pushed the thought aside. Nobody was judging what you were wearing, they were here to enjoy themselves same as you.

"Would you like a drink?" Ray asked, voice soft enough not to startle you too much. This wasn't too effective, as you'd gotten lost in your thoughts, and sort of forgotten there were people around you, but it was kind of him to try. "Oh, yes, please." You smiled at him and a moment later he'd walked off, talking to Sirius about something, leaving you alone with Luka. Fenrir had disappeared to greet his family when you'd first arrived, and Seth was who knows where, but you didn't mind it being just the two of you. Luka rarely came to these, in fact this was the first he'd been to since you'd arrived in Cradle, despite it being your fifth, and you decided someone should stick with him so he didn't feel quite as nervous.

As you turned to say something to him, you noticed a lady making her way over to the both of you, looking rather flustered. Her fists were clenched at her sides, and she seemed to be muttering something to herself, but it was clear she had intent to speak to one of you. Perhaps she wanted to talk to Luka? He was cute, it wouldn't surprise you. What did surprise you, however, was when she walked up to you instead.

"Um, excuse me if this is far too forward, but... would you be interested in dancing with me?" She sounded so nervous, and you almost wanted to say yes. Any other man would have been lucky to get such an invitation- she looked stunning. She wore her hair in curls, gathered at the back of her neck, with a hairpiece of pale blue flowers was pinned at the front, a necklace donning the same type of flower hanging just above the neckline of her gown. The gown in question matched the colour of the flowers well, though the width of the crinoline supported skirt would have made you concerned about the logistics of dancing with her- if you'd had any intention of saying yes. Her cheeks were tinted pink as she chewed her bottom lip and waited for your answer, avoiding your gaze. A hand on your chest and a sincerely apologetic look on your face, you began to respond. "Oh dear. I'm terribly sorry, but you seem to have gotten the wrong end of the stick. You're a very attractive young lady but I'm afraid... how should I put this," You glanced at Luka for help, but he seemed to have no idea what you were trying to tell her, "I'm afraid I don't tend to set my eye on the ladies, so to speak." "You're... gay?" A sympathetic nod. "That's the ticket. Sorry, love." "Oh, it's not a problem! I'm really sorry to have bothered you!" She suddenly looked much less nervous, though a little embarrassed, and scurried off. You sighed. "I feel a little bad. I really hope she finds someone to dance with." Luka looked at you quizzically. "Why did you lie to her?" A confused laugh escaped you. "I'm sorry?" "You told her you were into guys. Why lie?" As he said this, Seth and Fenrir came up behind him, and hearing his question their eyebrows shot up. So did yours. Was he kidding? "Luka, sweetie, you have got to tell me what part of my personality made you think I was heterosexual, so I can set about changing it immediately." Seth choked on his drink, and though you flashed him a grin, you weren't entirely kidding. Going from Victorian London to a world where being gay was perfectly acceptable had been quite the change, but you'd been certain all of your friends had known. It's not like you were quiet about it, and sure, Luka was naive but... come on, now. "Wait are you... you were being honest?" "Yes?" "Luka," Fenrir began, stepping next to you and resting an elbow on your shoulder, "How have you seriously not noticed that he's gay yet?" "Well- there was no reason for me to assume!" "You watched me drunk make out with at least 2 different Black Army soldiers in my first month here!" Luka looked flustered, and utterly dumbfounded. The expression was one he wore often, usually when people insinuated that someone was in love- but somehow about five times more confused. He was unfortunate enough that Ray and Sirius returned at this moment, just in time to hear both your last remark, and his next one.

"I thought that was just something you did when you were drunk?" In another moment you were on your knees, legs shaking so much from laughter that you couldn't hold yourself up any longer. Fenrir was right there beside you, practically convulsing. Everyone else was laughing too- except poor Luka. You felt a little bad, truly you did, but this had to be the funniest thing you had ever heard. "He's completely straight, but watch out! Get a couple drinks in him and he turns fruity!" Fenrir managed to get out between cackles, and Ray was glad to have put your drinks down when Luka had last spoken, because he too nearly fell to the ground at this.

"Luka- Luka I'm sorry." You pulled yourself to your feet, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "We aren't laughing at you." Another fit of giggles overcame you. "Okay we kind of are, but it's not malicious or anything. That was just... hands down the funniest thing you've ever said." It took most of you 5 or so minutes to fully calm down from what he'd said, and anything that jogged your memories of it would bring you back to a state of uncontrollable laughter for the rest of the night. Luka came round to it being pretty funny after you talked him through the dozens of times you'd mentioned your sexuality to him since you'd met- every one of which had gone over his head.

Hours after the party had worn down and you'd all made your way home, you lay in bed, your head pressed against a familiar chest, and sighed. "What's up?" "I just... D'you think anyone else just hasn't realised?" Ray cocked his head, confused. "I'm gonna need a little more info than that, kitten." "I suppose I just... Back in London, it's not even legal to be gay, and I don't know if it ever will be. When I first came out to Fen, he told me that it was fine here, accepted and even celebrated. So, I guess I just thought that people wouldn't make the automatic assumption that I'm straight, y'know? I mean I talk about it a lot among you guys but- when I’m out and about... where do people think my final destination is? When I pick up a silly cat themed gift for you does the shopkeep think I’m buying it for my wife? It shouldn't be a big deal, I guess, but I'd never been able to be myself until I came here, and now it's like I can be me but... people will still only see who I am if I tell them. It's just weird is all. I dunno. Maybe I'm drunk." "You're not drunk. It's an understandable concern. I guess I've never thought about it, because whether or not people would accept that part of me has never been an issue, but the fact that you've had to hide it for so long and now that you're able to be open people still aren't seeing it must be hard. If you want we could... come out, so to speak?" Your eyebrows raised, and you moved back, propping yourself up on your arm so you could look your partner in the eyes.

It had been decided at the very start of your relationship, which had officially begun a few months after you'd made the choice to stay in Cradle, that the two of you would keep it under wraps for a while. Being from the Land of Reason was more than enough reason for people to take an unwanted interest in you, and you didn't need the extra attention being the King of Spades' partner would garner. Plus, anyone with a grudge against Ray would see you as a target the second you announced it. It had been a sensible suggestion on his part, one you hadn't hesitated to agree to, and as far as you knew only Sirius and Fenrir knew about your relationship. Fenrir because he had walked in on you sitting in Ray's lap while he worked late one night, and Sirius because- well, can anything get past that guy? And now, Ray was offering to tell the entirety of Cradle you were his, just so that you didn't feel like you were hiding your identity anymore? You could feel your eyes starting to burn, and you cursed the late hour and the alcohol in your system for making you cry so easily, but... "I don't think we need to be that drastic. You were right when you said it would keep me safe for us to not be in the public eye, at least for now. I'm sure Seth can come up with some better way for me to tell the whole world I'm gay." "I don't doubt that at all." Ray grinned, placing a gentle kiss on first your forehead, then your nose, and finally on your lips. "Tomorrow, though. You need your beauty sleep." "Ah, yeah, can't risk getting ugly. My boyfriend might not want me anymore." You quipped. "Exactly." He smirked at you, turning out the light and pulling you into his arms.

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hi hun !! i would just like to say that im SO proud of your youtuber au !!!! and im so glad it's getting the attention that it deserves !!! you're so talented and your characterization is PERFECT and i am so so happy for you!!!! mwah !!!

also, feel free to use this as an excuse to talk about how al and race figured out they liked each other !! i can't remember if you've talked about that, but id love to hear ur thoughts on it !!! -jac

hi dear !! thank you so much 😭 everything you do is pure gold so this means the world honestly. all the hugs for you <3

you best believe i will take any and all excuses to talk about my favorite idiots and this is a really fun story cause they are, in fact, a walking relationship trope so ✨here we go✨

it needs to be stated that race has been out as gay since like,,, 6th grade? and albert came out as bi over the summer between 9th and 10th grade

that being said, albert has known he liked race since 7th grade

race has been in love with albert his ENTIRE LIFE even if he didn’t realize it until middle school

now race tried not to do this,,, but his heart got all fluttery and his brain went “holy shit you actually have a chance with him” when albert came out to him

they were already in separatable and very clearly pining to anyone that wasn’t them but they were in full crush denial mode

so sophomore year is basically just them ✨pretending they’re not in love✨

also it’s them acting like they’re dating without any of the benefits of being an actual couple

the summer brings along a few,,,, moments? idk there’s just this moment when they’re walking around at like 4am and talking about crushes and they’re both very clearly describing the other but neither of them acknowledge it

not to mention the fact albert almost kissed race that one time but then the rest of the group walked in and they just pretend it didn’t happen

albert is tired of pretending by the time junior year starts (so is race but albert doesn’t know that yet)

so albert enlists the help of jack (for artistry) and sarah (to make sure jack actually does what he’s supposed to and doesn’t just ignore the plan and do whatever he wants) to help him make one of those cheesy homecoming posters to ask race

they do it and it’s SO CUTE

it’s covered in little inside jokes and stuff only race’s friends know about him and it clearly says d a t e so albert hopes race gets the actual message and doesn’t think he’s asking as a friend

but it’s race and he’s kinda oblivious and doesn’t want to assume and be wrong but also doesn’t want to ask and be rejected so of course he doesn’t get the message

so homecoming arrives and they eat and dance and blah blah dance things

and then a slow song comes on and albert asks race to dance :,)

and while they’re dancing albert just says as casually as he can (he’s internally freaking out but he looks pretty calm on the outside) “i really like you, y’know. like,, in the ‘more than a friend’ way.”

race’s brain short circuited for a second but he managed to breathe out a “yeah, i like you too. have since like,,,, forever.”

and then they make eye contact and start laughing

“god we’re dumb”

and then the laughter dies a bit when they catch eachothers eyes again

and then

as you’ve probably guessed

they kith !!!

and then jack ruins it by whistling at them

but it’s still very cute

✨and the rest is history✨

i love them sm !! this au lives completely rent free in my brain ngl

thank you for all the kind words (and the opportunity to do what i do best) jac !!! ilysm and i’m so happy to see you back !! i hope you keep feeling better <3

#newsies #livesies #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #never not read the tags #ralbert #spam ralbert gang #chaotic red and radioactive racer #youtuber ralbert #youtuber!au #jac !!! #ilysm #you’re fantastic #m w a h

[riverdale-retread]

Riverdale S4 E13

Monday 

- Archie has to get up really early in the morning to open up Andrews Construction and bring the crew breakfast.  He leaves a nice note for his mother.  Munroe’s grandmother is kind to Archie, and buoyed, he goes to consult Mr. Honey, who is of course an asshole.  Mr Honey is the worst kind of jerk because he actually tells the truth but in the meanest possible way.  He is accurate that Archie won’t graduate and it is a hollow gesture to let Archie walk at graduation (Archie eventually does do this and he’s not made in any way happy by it).  But he doesn’t have to say it like that.

 - Veronica’s not handling her father’s mortality very well.  She finds Archie in the music room, and they get it on. Archie has had a sexual encounter with three other women in this room - Ms Grundie, Valerie and Josie.  No wonder there’s never anybody else in here.  This room is the Archie Andrews Sex Room at Riverdale High.  Veronica Lodge is being a bit insensitive - she has her college plans so she just wants to have fun. Archie goes along.

- Betty got Jughead kicked out of Quill & Skull and as Jughead has both read and memorized the Code, he has to accept that having a girlfriend do what Betty did is a violation.  Because the Q&S has kicked him out, he also gets fired from his writing contract.  Then Jughead calls the very person who caused all this disaster in his life, purely out of spite and envy, for help and Betty comes running to Jughead, exactly the same way that Alice comes running to Betty only when Betty has been terribly wounded by a trap Alice has laid.   The advice that Betty gives to Jughead - write something about your actual life at Stonewall - is the most mundane thing anyone could ever say, and in any case, writing about himself is what she’s seen Jughead do nonstop for three years. And yet, Jughead calls her Brilliant and kisses her and she accepts the worship. 

- Hiram visits Archie because he needs to be recharged, and he needs to be near nubile young men in general and Archie in particular.

Tuesday

- Jughead has reengaged with his true genre, and despite the intense insecurity and stress he must be under, is having a grand old time, writing and reading his works out loud.  Jughead’s genre is Nonfiction Disguised As Self-Insert Fanfic (or, as Dupont calls it, ‘Autobiographical Hokum’).   Dupont is a bit taken aback at Jughead’s indomitable spirit, but he doesn’t understand.  Betty has ‘reset’ Jughead back to his S1 self, the boy who nobody wanted and didn’t belong.  Jughead is accustomed to this misery, so he is comfortable here. 

- Hermosa is back!!  She’s  undercover, so she’s in a blonde wig and glasses with a different name.  Are we sure that Veronica and Hermione have different mothers?  Also Hermosa is... gay, right? 

- Veronica and Archie are out dancing ‘having’ fun but the music is asking Who do you love, Who do you love? and Archie ditches her.

Wednesday 

- Jughead is still chugging away at NanoWriWeek and Donna’s face as she listens to this dork dramatically read out fanfic he wrote about himself is priceless.  By the way, I’ve read actual fanfic about the night that Jughead (excuse me Jarhead) got locked into the coffin and they were much better than this and didn’t rely on writerly flourishes like sinisterly simple (see what I did there?)  Jughead is so pleased with himself he actually wriggles his butt, shaking his tail feathers. 

The Stonies cannot endure another day or chapter of this writing, so they up the ante and accuse Jughead of plagiarism.  Jonathan actually gets to talk.  And of course the PC is missing. I don’t how persuasive i find the idea that a timestamp is the be all end all in a plagiarism debate. 

- Archie has amnesia about all the things that Hiram has done to him, and Hiram indulges his damage.  Archie hates the construction business and says so, because in response to a neutral question from Hiram - Have you considered shedding one of the two businesses? -he immediately answers, But Andrews Construction is my legacy. 

- Vic wants to buy the construction business, and even though Archie doesn’t like him, Vic actually knew what he was doing, so this is actually a great idea.  It might even have saved Riverdale later??

Thursday

- Jughead is consulting with Betty and FP about what to do, and because Alice does not care if Jughead lives or dies, she is nowhere to be seen. Betty hangs back like she didn’t cause all this misery to come cascading down on Jughead, making the Concerned face that Alice always makes when her acts of aggression bear fruit.  FP and Jughead are saying things like our name, reputation, tarnish. 

Betty has an idea, she says. This is another Alice move, to insert herself by providing a false solution, where she gets to talk the most and stand center stage. Bughead set up a lie detector test, and because the Stonies are really smart people, they laugh at Betty’s stupid idea, and Betty puts on a truly Alice like show-boat.  

Donna calls Betty Sweetie and Betty calls her Bitch, and I love how Donna makes the cutest evil kewpie doll face in response. 

-  Mr Honey finds Veronica’s liquor, and Archie lies and covers for her so she doesn’t get into trouble.  To reward him, Veronica acts like a sex addict, and Archie rejects her.  Who is this decent standard-having Archie?

- Hermosa and Choni meet up at La Bonne Nuit, and Cheryl gets a slow motion entry and the three pretty girls do a slow motion dance and it’s amazing.  Hermosa is gay.  The three Riverdale girls trap Hermosa. I love the way Hermosa says Veronica.   Hermosa drops a bomb - Hiram trusted Hermosa with information about his illness (which I am going to treat as being real for now) and Veronica is appalled, but Hermosa understands something.  Hiram’s misogyny means he ‘trusts’ the daughter who isn’t doing what he’s doing.  If she’s less than, he can let it go, and act ‘like’ a dad.  Veronica is upset anyway. 

- Bughead break into Joan and Donna’s dorm, then the Quill and Skull secret room, and then finally, Dupont’s desk. This is supposed to be Bughead doing a Caper but all I see is Betty doing to Jughead what Alice does to Betty, and also justifying herself.   She ruined Jughead’s happiest time at any school by doing exactly this, breaking & entering & trespass, and now she’s basking in his ruination and retroactively justifying her initial act of aggression by making him do it with her, to yet other people. 

I am horrified by my realization, that Betty is doing to Jughead what Alice does to Betty.

- Bughead find the rewritten Boy In the River novel, and Jughead tries to confront Dupont with it, only to be told that he should have read the publishing contract.  Of all the things that happened on this show, this is actually a real element, an actual thing that happens in the real world. (See, e.g. The Vampire Diaries authorship)   So, read your contracts, people.

- Archie comes to Veronica, asks her what’s wrong, and is kind and empathetic and eloquent in the face of her distress about Hiram.  He’s lovely.  Why can’t Archie be like this all the time?  They both agree that Hiram hates Veronica, and that activating that hatred is probably the way to enliven him. 

Ides of March

- Veronica and Cheryl’s Rum is called Red Raven (red for Cheryl, raven for Veronica) and I really love it and wish this thing was real.  She says they’re gonna produce 300% more maple rum, and Hiram is genuinely pissed and wants to kill his daughter again. 

- Betty is so pleased with herself, and is chattering on about the tie pin and that she was thinking about it while she’s doing her stupid arts and crafts with the push pins and people’s photos.  This is the exact same energy as Alice screeching about the nerve of that man after Honey punishes Betty for being caught with the cheat sheet that Alice gave Betty, in order to set her daughter up for failure.  Alice was so happy then, too.  Jughead is laid out flat by despair, on the bed. Betty and Alice love it when they successfully maul someone that they pretend to love but want to ensure never escapes their orbit, and then get really cheerful and energetic when they turn around and try to ‘help’ their victim with the problem that they themselves have caused.

- Betty meets with Donna and gets pwned.  Betty is a terrible judge of character, for one, and she’s very terrible at trying to persuade people. She takes a girl, like Donna, that she should know is ruthless and cunning, calls her pawn, manipulated, and a liar, and then says Don’t be a stupid manipulated pawn, you stupid manipulated pawn.  Donna laughs in Betty’s face, and I love her forever. DONNA SWEETT NEVER DID ANYTHING WRONG.  Donna’s delivery of the withering line, ‘You and Jughead, Teen Detectives’ in a singsong of amused contempt, complete with a wriggle of mockery, is CHEF’S KISS PERFECTION.  And she’s right - Betty has never actually solved anything on time.

- Bret baits Jughead and Jughead bites, because Bret understands that Jughead loves it at Stonewall Prep and is really terrified and devastated that he will have to go back to Riverdale High.  Jughead can’t stand the idea that this might be his last time in this dorm, so when poked he spews out his entire gameplan for the inquisition.  Bret, in response, threatens Jughead with wide release of the Bughead sex tape.  Both these boys understand the impact that something like this will have on a woman in our misogynist world in a way that Betty is too stupid to understand (assuming she means what she says to Donna later, which to be fair, might be a bluff).   You’re a hopeless romantic. Yup.  Chipping and now Bret are people Jughead should have had more time with.

I really wish Betty just dumped Jughead when she felt that initial surge of hatred and resentment, watching him joyfully run towards his future after she gave him permission to pursue an education.  But of course, Alice tells the daughter she can’t satisfactorily destroy that she loves that daughter the most, so it’s not a surprise Betty doesn’t realize she should break up with boyfriends she hates.

- Archie reverts back to form and bails on selling Andrews Construction, in the rudest possible, most bridge-burning way. Oh there you are, Archie.

- Jughead chooses withdrawal, a sort of honorable discharge, rather than risk an expulsion, from Stonewall.  Jughead’s heart is broken, and he looks like he wants to vomit as he says he will leave quietly.  Donna is actually pleased, Bret smiles to keep from crying, and Betty looks to see if anyone is looking at her, because she’s very happy.  FP is very upset. When Jughead says to him, You don’t know these people! he is including Betty.   Jughead can’t bear to look at her in that hallway, and Betty cocks her head like a predatory bird and calmly studies her wounded prey with big pretty eyes.

- Betty is cheerfully present to watch Jughead pack up.  If she’s telling Donna the truth about her feelings about the sex tape later, she certainly never shared that with Jughead at any point in the proceedings.  

- Donna and Bret invite Bughead to the party.  Jughead says he has a plan, that they’re going, and then he tells the person who has spent all of her extra time destroying his happiness and best platform to launch a brighter future that he loves her and kisses her and I want to vomit.  

-  The one point of good build up is Veronica is on a weird spiral, which is why she does something out of character and walk into an obvious trap with a cluster of people she should know enough either to avoid or see through.  Veronica is not having a normal week, and Jughead has been defeated by Betty, so we have this happen. 

- Jughead puts on the most elaborate version of his Serpent outfit, because he knows that this is the clothing that will turn on Bret the most.  He puts on the bunny mask, and as he expected, Bret is majorly excited.   The shot of the two boys walking slowly through the forest, in silhouette, against the misty night sky would look very romantic and enticing with different music, and I think that’s the point.

- When Betty confronts Donna again, in the forest, Betty says that she is not bothered by a sex tape, because she’s the daughter of the Black Hood. Is this true? I can’t tell.   Oh and Donna is a much better investigator than  Betty - she found Evelyn. 

- The Ides of March plan was a piece of theater concocted by Jughead to communicate to Betty that she had in fact killed him.  She killed his hope for the future, and his faith that he would find a place to belong, and his belief that his girlfriend genuinely supported his dreams and wishes.  Jughead both wanted to tell Betty this, and he actually really did want to die.  Betty has reduced his whole life to being just about her, and she did everything she could possibly think of to make sure he wouldn’t get to Yale. Betty has persuaded Jughead that he doesn’t deserve Yale and that he won’t belong there.   This is (OMFG what) textbook partner abuse.

- Archie wants to know what Betty has done, because Jughead is ‘dead.’ We know he isn’t, and I suppose I will keep an open mind that the cockamamie story that they’ll tell me about what was ‘really going on’ might ease some of my horror at Betty, but I have grave doubts.

#and so with a heavy heart i must remain #anti-bughead #i can't believe this has happened to me #i really started this project because i wanted to experience bughead again #riverdale recap #riverdale episode recap

[glambitions-a]

yeah okay i see ur nice n shiny canon but what if devie broke up quietly because eves is a lesbian (theyre still friends i love doug sm he deserved better) and audrey wrote in her diary that she’s gay and doesnt know how to act so when uma reads it shes like ‘ah... i see... 👀👀’ and then one kiss happens and uma can tell evies nervous abt Something so she pulls her aside and says ‘ur gay?’ and evies like ‘im gay.’ so uma makes some excuse to leave doug there and so they do and when the boys come back and evie sees uma n harry shes like ‘ah... i see... 👀👀’ (audreys probably lookin through the staff also going ‘ah... i see... 👀👀’) 

so anyways the rest of the movie goes along and before the sea three + celia go back when audreys unconscious uma goes ‘evie kiss audrey’ and everybodys like ‘what crack is she on...’ and ofc heterosexuality rlly isnt a thing on the isle so uma’s logic is ‘true loves kiss is a prince + princess and evie is a princess + audreys a princess so close enough ig’ everybody but mal and ben are like ‘ah Understood.’ evie is all nervous because its auradon™ and shes not a prince. but uma is like ‘can we move this along bitch’

/ very important to mention this audrevie kiss is not very romantic and evies nervous and makes everybody turn around so when she kisses her its more like

than a Real Fairytale Kiss™ but there is *sparkles* and audrey wakes up like ‘gay?’ and evies like ‘gay’ and everybodys like ‘ah... i see... 👀👀’  but they dont rlly Talk abt it because theyre both princesses and were supposed to marry a prince so its Awkward. and of course nobody outside of that room knows about the kiss. /

timeskip to the engagement party, auds and eve are both lookin rlly nervous at each other every once in awhile. audrey keeps saying to her grandmother ‘i have to tell you something’ and queen leahs like ‘wait child i have to mope some more about a situation that is Out of Our Control™’ so audrey leaves her side and goes to chad, who is v e r y coincidentally close to evie and they smile at each other sorta awkwardly before its time for the announcement. 

/ lets pretend theres something else announced to go along with the barrier so the villains are kept contained and also ben does it instead of mal /

so evie n audrey go up to the balcony thingie (vv smiley might i add because they both have a little hope that things Will Get Better) and audrey stands with chad kinda off to the side (like in the movie), evie stands wherever she does in the movie and BEN WAVES THE WAND because hes the KING teehee 👉👈

and then break this down happens with ben and uma as the leads instead of mal because THAT makes more sense sorry 💅💅 auds and eves dance as they do, they have some cute lil moments but nothin TOO serious yk theres still Straighties here. and then its uma, harry, and evie with the scene where she dodges the kiss (doug is dancing w chad dont worry) and harrys all :(? and uma goes ‘Fine Whatever’ and he drags him off to dance because hes a lil bitch anyways heres the sitch, AUDREY twirls into EVIE and theyre all soft n gay with a lil ‘hi’ and evie goes ‘we dont have to talk about it if you dont want to’ and audrey goes ‘no i think we should’ and then apologizes for treating her bad and evie gives her lil cheek kiss and says ‘ur forgiven :)’ and then theyre all smiley and go dance together all soft n happy because ITS WHAT THEY DESERVE

they also get a sequel sorry i dont regret anything 💅💅

#descendants three #descendants 3 #audrey descendants #audrey #princess audrey rose #princess audrey #audrey daughter of sleeping beauty #huma #harry x uma #harry hook #uma descendants #uma daughter of ursula #uma 'everywhere i go rich white men disappoint me' triskelion #harry 'be gay do crime' hook #audrey 'id kill a man for forty dollars' rose #evie descendants #evie grimhilde #evie daughter of the evil queen #evie x audrey #ben descendants #ben x uma #not rlly but whatevs #ben florian #king ben #audrey x evie #audrevie #disney descendants

[fletchphoenix]

Unintentional Love

Okay this is meant to be day 2 of Varigo week but I am behind so here you go, first kiss scenario - im so sorry about how late this is, im a few days behind and im upset about that too. anyway, i hope you enjoy.

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  Varian, in every way, shape and form, was done with Hugo and all his bullshit. Like seriously, this guy couldn’t be more annoying even if he tried. Varian made this all very, very clear to the other, so it came as a massive surprise when he got a text asking for Varian to be his fake boyfriend and date to prom. 

  The boy had made fun of him relentlessly: never hesitating to make a quip about his hair or tease him for his close friendship with Isla and Nuru. The blonde was constantly looking for different ways to make fun of him, but deep down Varian knew he wasn’t being serious. Though, the teasing was...less than fun for someone on the receiving end. He certainly wasn’t the worst, but he wasn’t the best whatsoever. Far from it. 

  If it were anyone else, Varian would’ve immediately declined his offer - spent the night like he planned in his room with Ruddiger playing some video game before having dinner with his dad and heading back up but...well, Hugo was offering some good perks. I mean, full payment for his suit, ticket AND $200 anyway? It was insane! All to hold some insufferable blonde’s hand for  a few hours and dance with him! It was like a deal of a lifetime!

  Needless to say, Varian was all in at the mention of money. 

  All he could think about as he donned the black jacket and buttoned up his teal shirt, reaching out to grab his black tie, was the sheer amount of lab equipment he could get with what Hugo was offering. Even the thought of it made his mouth water as he finished fixing his tie, taking a moment in the mirror to fix his appearance slightly before Quirin’s voice rang out from downstairs. He rushed downstairs, eager to get the night over with so he could finally get his hands on some more beakers and test tubes, tucking his hair behind his ear. “Hey, you ready to go?” Hugo asked from his place in the hallway and Varian’s, standing at the bottom of the stairs, mouth went dry.

  Hugo stood in his hallway, his hands in his pockets with a black jacket, dark green shirt and black tie, matching Varian’s attire. Blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail with a smug smile on his face, showing off his undercut and his green eyes glanced up at Varian from behind his obnoxiously large glasses. Had his eyes always looked that bright? His cheeks began to heat up slightly before he shook his head and smiled. “I’m..yeah. Yeah, let’s go.” His voice shook as he walked beside Hugo towards the door and into the cold air of the night. 

  “Thanks for this, goggles.” Hugo muttered as they drove towards their high school, his hand on the steering wheel and eyes ahead. No sign of insincerity was present in his voice, Varian could swear he saw a red flush on the other’s cheeks. “You...really didn’t have to. But you did. And I appreciate it. A lot.” Hugo confessed as he tapped his finger to the song playing through the old car’s radio - it sounded like something by The 1975. Of course Hugo would like them. 

  “It's no problem. After all, now you owe me two hundred dollars so..” he started, breaking out into a little chuckle. “I don’t mind helping you out every once in a while, Hugo. Just don't make it weird.”   “You’re the one who will make it weird, goggles. I mean, your face is weird enough so-” the blonde laughed as Varian punched his arm, back to their familiar banter and teasing. It was comfortable. Nice. He bit the inside of his cheek as he watched the other boy get lost in a fit of laughter, tears building in his eyes and the smile on his face being wide and infectious. Wow. He really could be beautiful sometimes.

  Wait, what?

  Varian leaned back in his seat, gazing out of his window. Well, he knew Hugo was an attractive guy - having many boyfriends and girlfriends in the short time Varian knew him. What he lacked in looks, he made up for in personality. Varian swore he certainly was...a character. Hugo’s sarcasm was excessive and his ego was just as large as the stupid glasses on his nose, but..he was funny, and when he was sincere with people, it was the sweetest thing Varian had ever experienced. Like when he was ill and Hugo kept delivering care packages of work, lab supplies and candy to his house anonymously. Varian only found out it was him when Nuru let it slip - the man in question’s face going bright red as he stuttered excuses. 

  The car halted and the click of Hugo’s seat belt broke him from his train of thought. “You coming?” Hugo questioned, Varian nodding frantically and working to undo his seatbelt with slightly shaky hands. Usually he wouldn’t go to events like these, the mere thought causing crippling fear to him, but he felt safe with Hugo and the money was worth it. Nevertheless, he took Hugo’s hand in his and began to walk inside happily.

  As soon as they walked through the double doors to the gym, the music instantly surrounded him and filled his brain, the bass pounding through the floor and shaking him to the core. Couples danced around them, giggles leaving their lips and drinks in their hands as they swayed on the dance floor. Subconsciously, Varian shuffled closer to the boy beside him and snuggled into his arm, gripping onto his arm as though it were his only salvation in the world. 

  “Hey, I’m gonna go get us some drinks.” Hugo yelled out over the music, carefully pulling his hand away and ruffling Varian’s hair, the smaller male slapping his hand away. Hugo laughed as he headed into the sea of people and, once again, Varian stood alone in the middle of the hall waiting. 

  Everything was going fine until Leon decided to step over. Leon who was the biggest homophobe in the school and hated gay people with a burning passion. He was just as passionate as Varian was with his sciences, which was….wow it was excessive. He didn’t get it. Why did the kid hate people so much? It made no sense. Oh well, he was sure Leon wouldn’t bother him at all - he hadn’t done anything wrong.

  Well he was wrong. 

  It all happened far too fast. First, Leon had yelled out his name, then he ran over, ‘tripping’ and tipping the punch all over him while their peers laughed and ridiculed him the whole time. His cheeks flushed in discomfort and anxiety as the laughing continued, rushing out of the doors to the hall as tears rolled down his cheeks.

  There he sat on the wall, covered in punch and hugging his knees as music blared from inside and vibrant, neon lights flashed, also from the building. He couldn’t believe Leon would do something like that to him - just because he went to prom with a guy instead of a girl. It sucked - the fabric of his shirt sticking to his skin awkwardly and smelling of a rancid mixture of fruit and alcohol. Silence surrounded him until the hall doors swung open and someone took a seat beside him on the wall.

  “I’m sorry about what he did. I didn’t know.” he sighed apologetically, Varian glancing over at Hugo as he lit a cigarette and took a drag from it quietly. The moonlight hit his face perfectly, showing off all the sharp angles of his jawline and the tiny constellation-like freckles that were littered all over his cheeks. He was beautiful - and Varian knew it.

  “It’s okay, Hugh. Really.” He replied, fiddling with the bottom of his shirt quietly as he bit the inside of his cheek, sighing. “He’s just an asshole.”

   “No-you don’t understand.” Hugo began, his voice taking on a nervous tone as a hand threaded through his hair, pulling on the individual strands. “I just...god, Varian..I wanted to ask you to prom, but...I didn’t know how. I just..really like you, goggles. I really, really like you.”

  A smile drifted onto V’s lips as he stared at Hugo in amazement. “I like you too, Hugo.” He whispered under his breath, placing a kiss on Hugo’s cheek gently before the other turned his head and pressed their lips together, their only company being the stars in the sky and the pittering rain falling from the dark sky. 

#varigo #varian and the seven kingdoms #varian x hugo #varian tangled #tangled varian #hugo tangled #tangled hugo #alchemy boyfriends #varigo week 2020

[biconicfinn]

id like to know, what are your takes on politician!Alec? if you want to talk about that

THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK!!!!! POLITICIAN ALEC IS MY FUCKING JAM DJKABVHJKDBVKADVBFAV okay anon strap in because this will get crazy

holy shit this is long so i’m putting it under a read more!! 

okay so first of all: alec is someone who has been trained from a young age to be a politician, he would have been educated in diplomacy and politics, his parents were expecting him to become head of the new york institute and they have no qualms about living vicariously through their children and forcing their burdens on them as we have seen in the show.

he was probably taught clave law and the accords, a whole bunch of languages (polyglot power couple malec ftw) because i assume the NYI uses english as their lingua franca because of their location but since institutes also have to deal with local downworld and mundane populations it’s safe to assume that in other countries where english isn’t the main language, they go with the local languages and alec would need to communicate with these other institute heads, etiquette, some formal ballroom dances like the waltz, the art of negotiation, administrative stuff like resource allocation, budgeting, public speaking, the nitty gritty details of the clave workings, in addition to the knowledge of the different races of the shadow world, hand to hand combat, combat with a variety of weapons (he masters archery to utter perfection but he definitely is also incredibly proficient in close range combat as well).

sorry i just love alec and he is definitely more competent than most of the Alec StansTM (yall know what im saying) make him out to be

okay so!!!!! it’s pretty much canon that alec has spent a considerable amount of time as acting head of the NYI; what with maryse and robert always fucking off to idris to lick the boots of the clave and so he probably has a good relationship with the people under his command. he’s probably put protocols in place to reduce casualties and injuries, form patrol teams that are well-balanced so that they are versatile enough to take just about any threat that comes their way, etc.

of course, thanks to a little thing called the nephilim’s deep-rooted homophobia, a lot of the work alec put in probably got negated when he came out. it took a lot of courage for him to come out and to be openly gay. raj was an absolute asshole to alec for no reason and often questioned his leadership decisions post coming out, and even if not all the shadowhunters reacted like that, they did show some resistance(?) to alec’s leadership when he was appointed head and questioned him. it probably took a lot out of him because it’s one thing to have your people doubt you as a leader because of your actions or words; your decisions as a leader, it’s another thing for them to mistrust you entirely because of a fundamental part of your identity that you can’t change. you can build trust by publicly admitting and apologising for mistakes and putting in honest work to be better, but it’s impossible to build trust when the other person doesn’t even see you as human to begin with. 

this is turning into a hoti!alec ramble but i promise i will bring this back to politician!alec okay i promise i just need to establish the headcanons i’m building on first sorry 

okay back to business!!!! i feel like alec is so very genuine and honest outside of the political sphere alec “casual wedding vows” lightwood anyone? so when he does show his ability to be a complete fucking shark in the political arena a lot of people are blindsided because they expected him to be very honest and direct but he knows that as much as he’d like to be genuine, he needs that shrewdness to navigate the political minefield of idris. he prefers directness, but if you take the manipulative, indirect, route and underestimate him, he will not hesitate to turn your own methods against you.

he is also the type of leader who constantly tries to make an effort. his intentions were genuine with the downworld cabinet and i think that if it wasn’t set up in the middle of the shitstorm which was valentine’s re-emergence and the circle’s rise, it would have been more successful. he has a lot to learn and unlearn, and he (an utter perfectionist) will do as much as he can to help the downworld. i like to think that in a post s3 world, but before the time skip, he helps to re-establish the ties between the shadow world factions in new york and focuses on being the nephilim voice of the downworld to the clave, constantly trying to push for new accords and reformed policies, and he makes an effort to not speak over the downworlders, but instead be their representative and ally to the clave because the clave are racist bastards who wouldn’t listen to them but they have to listen to alec lightwood (”it’s lightwood-bane, actually”), one of the heroes who stepped up to defend alicante when the rift to edom opened. (and also because if they did try to slander or belittle him, they risk angering magnus, who has enough clout to embargo most warlocks from providing magical assistance to any local institutes, if he feels that the downworld is being ignored despite the fact that a warlock is the sole reason why alicante was’t razed to the ground, or that he and his husband are being targeted by the clave. because they are That Couple.) in conclusion alec is a good ally okay?

but as much as he tries/tried to do right by the clave, he sometimes also doesn’t give a fuck about them. he’ll be in meetings at idris, and maybe they’re discussing asinine, irrelevant, minor issues that are really just stupid excuses to showboat and compare family clout and whatnot and he’ll be pissed as fuck because instead of discussing actual relevant issues like irregularities/strange patterns in demon attacks, hunting down remaining circle sleeper cells, reparations for the downworld (like for the heavenly fire project), rewriting the accords, rebuilding idris, helping get the attacked institutes back up and running, you know, actual important issues that need attention but no, we’re discussing some petty family squabble that turned into a political feud that involves everyone and their fucking uncle. and he gets so damn angry he just blows up and rants at them and tears them a new one. he finishes his impressively long spiel with “you know what? fuck this. when you guys are done fighting like children and taking up precious time that we should be using to talk about real, pressing issues that affect the entire shadow world instead of five people at this table, let me know and i’ll be there but until then don’t bother. if you’ll excuse me, i’m going back to my husband. thank you. and for the last damn time, my name is alec lightwood-bane. i already changed my damn name legally so fucking use it.” and he just leaves to go back to new york because fuck the clave. 

he goes back home to the loft and it’s like the stress and anger just melts away because he walks in on magnus dancing around the kitchen as he cooks dinner, singing dancing queen at the top of his lungs, laughing when magnus twirls to see him leaning against the doorway of the kitchen with his heart eyes and blushes at being caught doing somethin so silly

he becomes a successful inquisitor by sheer force of will and determination. it’s not at all intentional, but it just happens. with the success of the cabinet and the measures he puts in place, he shares it with other institute heads and slowly more and more institutes are collaborating with the local downworld and most of the time, the statistics pay off in the long run. there are starting troubles as with any new initiatives, but soon enough there is a sizeable number of institutes following them successfully and it’s hard for the clave to ignore. alec gets invited to alicante to discuss the possibility of him becoming inquisitor just when the downworld deputy program is taking off in new york. (it all starts with simon asking “so are you guys nephilim or shadowhunters? what’s the difference? or is it interchangeable?” and then they realise that while nephilim is a term to describe half-angel half-human beings, shadowhunter is a term more commonly used by active duty demon hunters and drops out of use as a self-descriptor when the nephilim in question leaves combat. “so that means technically anyone in the shadow world whose job it is to fight demons is a shadowhunter? right?” and the lightbulbs light up in alec’s head immediately) oops time to get back to it the point. 

okay so!!!! the clave offer alec the position of inquisitor and it’s part recognition for his efforts and acknowledgement of his skills, part them wanting to keep him under their control. how does that work? well it’s simple. if alec is inquisitor and the clave makes it as hard as possible for him to do any effective work, bogging him down with bureaucracy and and votes on motions that are just shy of the majority needed to pass laws etc etc. basically throw every road block they can at him and wear him down; forcing him to step down and thus silencing him, and by extension, the downworlders who rely on him for a voice in the clave. 

malec side note: so they first say that magnus can come to alicante and make an exception for him, and the general plan is to make it look like they’re actually doing something good when it’s to lull them into a false sense of security. (but alec and magnus choose to live in brooklyn first because despite everything, it is still dangerous for magnus to be the only warlock in a city full of nephilim) but then alicante opens up to the rest of the shadow world, magnus becomes the high warlock of alicante, and the clave are dealing with the force of nature that is known power couple and ultimate badasses magnus and alec lightwood-bane. oops. 

but they underestimate the power of alec’s Lightwood(-Bane) DeterminationTM and his sheer stubbornness. so their plan backfires spectacularly when within the first few years, he’s implemented laws to open alicante up to downworlders, expunge criminal records of downworlders who were previously wrongfully charged with crimes, rehabilitation of wrongfully imprisoned downworlders, mandatory downworld cabinet and downworld deputy initiatives worldwide, as well as be part of the core group that rewrote the accords to be more fair. 

alec probably retires after like five years of being inquisitor and then magnus steps down as high warlock and they just travel the world together and be in love and happy, occasionally consulting on political issues here and there but for the most part they just run off into the sunset to be immortal husbands together because they’ve sacrificed enough for the good of the shadow world to last several lifetimes. 

#skyrambles #skygetsasks #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #thank you for the ask anon!!! (although im like 99% sure i know who you are skbskbshfbsfh) #Anonymous