#this mad gay nightlife

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Loretta Young (The Farmer’s Daughter, The Stranger, Love is News)— Her cheekbones!! Her lips!! Her big eyes and small nose and not quite classical features!! The planes of her face hypnotize me and her smile clears my mind of anything else. She’s an interesting beauty, not a standard one, almost in a Mads Mikkelsen type way (I repeat: cheekbones). Also I’m begging people to watch The Farmer’s Daughter, a charming rom com where my babygirl Joseph Cotten falls through the ice while skating because he got distracted by how pretty she was, and where Loretta puts on a 40s-bad Swedish accent and runs for Congress! Girlboss!

Marlene Dietrich (Shanghai Express, Witness for the Prosecution, Morocco)—its marlene dietrich!!!! queer legend, easily the hottest person to ever wear a tuxedo, that hot hot voice, those glamorous glamorous movies.... most famously she starred in a string of movies directed by josef von sternberg throughout the 1930s, beginning with the blue angel which catapulted her to stardom in the role of the cabaret singer lola lola. known for his exquisite eye for lighting, texture, imagery, von sternberg devoted himself over the course of their collaborations to acquiring exceptional skill at photographing dietrich herself in particular, a worthy direction in which to expend effort im sure we can all agree. she collaborated with many other great directors of the era as well, including rouben mamoulian (song of songs), frank borzage (desire), ernst lubitsch (angel), fritz lang (rancho notorious), and billy wilder (witness for the prosecution). the encyclopedia britannica entry im looking at while compiling this propaganda describes her as having an “aura of sophistication and languid sexuality” which✔️💯. born marie magdalene dietrich, she combined her first and middle names to coin the moniker “marlene”. she was a trendsetter in her incorporation of trousers, suits, and menswear into her wardrobe and her androgynous allure was often remarked upon. critic kenneth tynan wrote, “She has sex, but no particular gender. She has the bearing of a man; the characters she plays love power and wear trousers. Her masculinity appeals to women and her sexuality to men.” in the 1920s she enjoyed the vibrant queer nightlife of weimar berlin, visiting gay bars and drag balls, and in hollywood her love affairs with men and women were an open secret. she was an ardent opponent of nazi germany, refusing lucrative contacts offered her to make films there, raising money with billy wilder to help jews and dissidents escape, and undertaking extensive USO tours to entertain soldiers with an act that included her a playing musical saw and doing a mindreading routine she learned from orson welles. starting in the 50s and continuing into the mid-70s she worked largely as a cabaret artist touring the world to large audiences, employing burt bacharach as her musical arranger.

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Loretta Young:

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"ms dietrich....ms dietrich pls.....sit on my face"

"First of all, there are those publicity photos of her in a tux. Second of all, I have never been the same since knowing that she sent copies of those photos to her Berlin lovers signed "Daddy Marlene." Not only is she hot in all circumstances, but she can do everything from earthy to ice queen. Also, she kept getting sexy romantic lead parts in Hollywood after the age of 40, which would be rare even now. She hated Nazis, loved her friends, and had a sapphic social circle in Hollywood. She also had cheekbones that could cut glass and a voice that could melt you."

Bisexual icon, super hot when dressed both masculine and feminine, lived up her life in the queer Berlin scene of the 1920s, central to the 'sewing circle' of the secret sapphic actresses of Old Hollywood, refused lucrative offers by the Nazis and helped Jews and others under persecution to escape Nazi Germany, the love of my life

Her GENDER her looks her voice her everything

“In her films and record-breaking cabaret performances, Miss Dietrich artfully projected cool sophistication, self-mockery and infinite experience. Her sexuality was audacious, her wit was insolent and her manner was ageless. With a world-weary charm and a diaphanous gown showing off her celebrated legs, she was the quintessential cabaret entertainer of Weimar-era Germany.”

"The bar scene in Morocco awoke something in me and ultimately changed my gender"

"Her manner, the critic Kenneth Tynan wrote, was that of ‘a serpentine lasso whereby her voice casually winds itself around our most vulnerable fantasies.’ Her friend Maurice Chevalier said: ‘Dietrich is something that never existed before and may never exist again.’”

"Songstress, photographer, fashion icon, out bisexual phenom (notoriously stole Lupe Velez and Joan Crawford's men, and Errol Flynn's wife, had a torrid affair with Greta Garbo that ended in a 60-year feud, other notable conquests including Erich Maria Remarque -yes, the guy who wrote All Quiet on the Western Front- Douglas Fairbanks Junior, Claudette Colbert, Mercedes de Acosta, Edith Piaf), anti-Nazi activist. Marlene was a bitch - she had an open marriage for decades and one of her favorite things was making catty commentary about her current lover with her husband, and her relationship with her daughter was painful- but she was also immensely talented, a hard worker, an opponent of fascism and the hottest ice queen in Hollywood for a long time."

"She can sing! She can act! She told the Nazis to fuck off and became a US citizen out of spite! She worked with other German exiles to create a fund to help Jews and German dissidents escape (she donated an entire movie salary, about $450k, to the cause). She looks REALLY GOOD in a suit. If you're not convinced, please listen to her sing "Lili Marlene". Absolutely gorgeous woman with a gorgeous voice."

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"Bisexual icon and Nazi-hater. Looks absolutely stunning in the suits she liked to wear. 'I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men'."

"Did a bunch of humanitarian work during ww2, pretty sure a shot of her from Shanghai express was the inspiration for one of queens album covers and also her in the suit in Morocco (1930) CHANGED LIVES. I’m sure she’s already been submitted but I wanted an opportunity to submit one of my favourite pictures of her for the poll"

"would you not let her walk on you?"

#marlene dietrich #loretta young #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 2 #Youtube

[bowiebond]

Mafia AU but it’s byerharringrove 👀

“Nobody disrespects the family. It’s mine.”

• Jonathan is the bodyguard to Will who’s only taking the family business because it was in their grandfathers will.

• Lonnie didn’t want Will to be the head because he’s gay, and Joyce didn’t want either boy to take it because she was married into the life and always wanted out (after Lonnie’s death she starts dating a police man who she has to hide the business from to keep her boys safe).

• Jonathan had an out once Lonnie unfortunately passed (an accident with a loaded shotgun he didn’t handle with proper care. Untimely, really, Jonathan would say with dead eyes and a smile on his lips when people asked at the funeral, shaking their hands with a terrifyingly firm grip). Will was to take on the role after all. Lonnie tried to undo it in his own will, but he was the second son to his own father and had less power even in death.

• Unfortunately he wasn’t able to leave his younger brother in the cage with tigers and stayed with the intention of keeping him safe since he was dethroned from the position he would have taken as the first born. Keeping Will alive and happy was his duty, always had been, and kept him from the throne himself. Kept Will from dirtying his hands when Jonathan was his weapon of choice.

• “Those Byer brothers…” People would say in shushed voices. “They’re psychotic. Ruthless. The Psycho Byers all were. Someone oughta put a bullet in them before the eldest catches you.”

• Billy is the next in line to be the head of the family. The Mad Dog who blew his expenses on women and alcohol, who got into bar brawls and laughed after spitting blood in his own bodyguards face, appointed by his father. Despite his frivolity, he was not to be toiled with. He’s Mad Max’s keeper, the step daughter from Neil’s second marriage after Billy’s own mother left the life of crime in the middle of the night. Billy was willing to spill blood at Max’s feet if given a whiff of ill intent towards her, on his fathers orders.

• Unfortunately, Max is intent on making a name for herself. Hates being babysat by her older step brother when she can take care of herself. She has every intent of stealing his crown and becoming head of the family herself, but she’s unable to bring herself to kill him. Mostly because of the treatment Billy receives from his father, especially when she messes up.

• Neil suddenly goes bye-bye during a gang shoot out with the Carvers, ‘taking a hit for his boy’ they would say, not knowing Billy put the bullet in him himself with one of the dead Carvers goons gun left on the ground.

• The title is supposed to fall to him, and everyone expects him to take it. And he does. But he wears it as a figurehead. A target for people to shoot at. He’s got the ability to lead them, but he doesn’t intend to. He’s leaving it to Max who actually wants the job and reaping the benefits as he keeps his nightlife alive and out of sight. Max accepts the condition, but she still intends to seize the business for herself while Billy’s not looking. She doesn’t care if it paints a target on her. She wants everyone to finally respect her like they should have when her mother married Neil.

• Steve is the prince of his family, the Harrington’s. King Steve, his friends/lackeys would joke. He’s used to getting what he wants, when he wants it, and everyone feeds into it.

• Except his father, who’s been adamant about him not taking over the business since he was a teenager. Steve sucks at finances, hates getting his hands dirty, and despite having a mean mouth, rarely won the fights he got into despite the years of self defence his father forced him to take.

• (Jokes on him, Steve fucked his teacher and didn’t learn anything. No, he doesn’t like to think about the fact that he was fifteen and they were much older, he’d rather assume he had the upperhand).

• Mr Harrington wants Steve to be in the background. Tells his members that Steve does work overseas for the family when in actuality he pays Steve to go and have quiet fun away from them. Because he’s an idiot and a disappointment, and he’ll never be good enough to run the family.

• Mr Harrington’s already training up his ex-girlfriend Nancy Wheeler to take over because of how ‘intelligent’ she is. Steve’s only getting the figurative throne if he marries her and Nancy has refused more than once because she intends to run things alone and will not be stuck in a ‘political marriage’.

• Steve doesn’t really want to marry her either, not after how things ended. Plus, his best friend Robin wants Nancy’s cousin, Heather, even if she doesn’t tell him to avoid hurting his feelings.

• Steve spends daddy’s money on booze, cigarettes and prostitutes since he doesn’t see any future in the business now. He may as well mooch off his old man and send himself into an early grave.

• It only makes sense that the two party animals of the trio would bump into each other eventually. Billy’s got most of his buttons undone, a blonde in his lap that he’s paying little attention too as he watches the dance floor where Steve is. He doesn’t have to know him to know he’s pretty, a really pretty boy in bell bottom jeans and a cropped top that barely skims where his pants are up around his waist. Expensive and chic and maybe a tad outdated. It works regardless.

• The light brown fabric of his shirt clings to Steve’s skin as he raises his hands up, rolling his hips, his blue jeans showing off his ass as he throws his arms around a short haired woman, singing along to the music and grinding against her as she laughs and grinds back. There’s no tension between them, just drunk giddiness, and Billy’s walking towards them without a second though.

• He comes up behind Steve and slots himself against his back, grinning at the woman, Robin he later finds out, who waggles her brows at him and excuses herself. Steve doesn’t hesitate to rub up against him, turning his head and raising a hand to cup his face, grinning against Billy’s cheek as the music pounds.

• By the end of the night, they’re tumbling into Steve’s suite and going at it like animals, Steve tearing up Billy’s back and ordering him to keep going like the spoilt prince he was. Billy’s good at taking orders, makes a good dog that’s willing to bark when told to and to lick when something tempting is put in front of him.

• Billy leaves before Steve wakes, but leaves his card. He can’t skip out on an ass that fine. A pretty boy is a pretty boy, bratty or not.

• Billy and Jonathan meet during a meeting. Business casual, of course, and Billy isn’t sure what to make of Will Byers. Has heard stories. Will is very smart, but there’s a touch of naivety to him, one that his bodyguard and brother makes up for when he places a hand on Will’s shoulder and whispers in his ear what to say next when stumped. He’s leader material, but he stays behind his younger brother without a sliver of contempt on his features. It makes Billy curious.

• He offers Jonathan a drink. No, no plus one. Just him. Jonathan’s eyes are killer when he meets Billy’s, seeking out ill intent. Sizing Billy up. In the end, he gives a curt agreement and Billy is brimming with satisfaction. Jonathan makes him curious and he demands to know what’s going on inside that head, inside their family.

• It starts with a drink. And then there’s another. And slowly Jonathan is getting looser, eyes drooping, softening. He’s resting against the bar, head on his folded arms as he looks up at Billy who talks in a low murmur about being the new king of his fathers legacy. He doesn’t mention how he kind of hates it, how he wishes his mother took him with her so he could leave it all to someone else, but that someone would be Max and he couldn’t let Max have a target on her back. If he died in this business, that was his birthright as the son of a Hargrove. That was not Max’s destiny as a Mayfield.

• Maybe it does slip from his lips though. Accidentally, a quick line that catches Jonathan’s attention, draws a gleam into them.

• “I could have left.” He mentions, slightly slurred around the edges and hair falling into his eyes as he raised his head and rolled his shoulders with a soft pop and a few cracks. He’s weathered despite his young age from his childhood, and Billy feels that. Feels it in the ache of his knees, the tension in his shoulders and back, the constant bruise of his hidden pistol pressing into his waistband.

• It’s the first time either of them really open up about it, drinks flowing as the night progressed. Jonathan reacts like he hates every sip, and he does, he doesn’t like drinking but it’s apart of the life really. Drinks with clients. Body guarding means he gets away with not doing it. But there’s an ease to being with Billy, and he doesn’t react so awfully with every taste when Billy and him are linking arms and throwing back shots; Billy with ease and Jonathan with a dribble down his chin, chuckling.

• Billy thumbs it from his chin and it’s like gravity when Billy falls into Jonathan, but it’s force that Jonathan leads with when he throws his arms around him and they topple against the private lounge.

• They don’t fuck, too drunk to figure out the mechanics, but there’s something equally satisfying about making out sloppily, grabbing at each other, their clothes, and grinding like they can’t get enough yet it’s also slow rolls, deep pressure. It’s magic and alcohol and neither really regret it.

• Well, Jonathan regrets it a little. He shouldn’t be fraternising with the leader of another gang like that. Even if he was purely a figurehead and didn’t seem to want to pull the strings, he still could. Getting in close with him would make people question his loyalties to Will, to the family. Could get them both in trouble.

• Doesn’t stop him from accepting his invitation every time. The first few times they do drink well into the night, talking about everything and nothing, about shitty childhoods and siblings and mothers and fathers, but it becomes apparent what their meetings are. They’re almost dates, with the intention of gratification.

• Billy almost forgets about Steve entirely with the new brunet he’s got in his lap once a week, but when the phone rings and he asks him to come by the same room as last time…well, Billy’s not a good guy. He’s selfish, actually.

• He sees Steve again and they fuck and it’s good. Good to get his dick wet after weeks of blow jobs and handies because Jonathan apparently never learnt how to hold his liquor and getting any further is a hassle. It’s not like he’s dating Jonathan, so it doesn’t matter if he sleeps with Steve.

• Jonathan met Steve a few years back; they were after the same girl you see. Jonathan won, but the relationship quickly fell apart due to Jonathan’s higher preference for men and loyalty to his family above all else. Steve wasn’t proud of the way he fought dirty for Nancy, and Jonathan couldn’t help holding grudges.

• So when Will decided to hang out with his best friend Mike and Steve was put in babysitting duty since Nancy was still ‘learning the ropes’, they were forced to see each other for the first time in years.

• Jonathan got better looking with age, and so did Steve. And maybe there was always a bit of tension they never let themselves give into in the past…

• Steve presses Jonathan against the bathroom door while Will and Mike play video games in the next room and Jonathan complains that he’s supposed to be guarding his brother, but it’s hard to think rationally when the guy who made you realise you’re not straight due to hate fucking fantasies is on his knees, sucking your dick like his life depends on it.

• Steve starts willingly babysitting Mike just to see Jonathan, and Jonathan is a weak, guilty man. Because he’s pretty sure he has a steady thing going with Billy but he’s here fucking the spoilt prince (*cough* King *cough) Harrington against a bathroom sink, face pressing against the fogging mirror, while his little brother plays video games with the kid he’s been crushing on since he was like five.

• Steve’s still seeing Billy fairly regularly too. Jonathan still gets drunk with Billy and fumbles with his zipper because there’s an unspoken rule that Jonathan has to be a tad tipsy to do such things even in his off hours (not that he really had any) but he’s doing so with Steve, so why keep pretences?

• Jonathan is completely sober when he arrives at the bar one evening and point blank asks Billy to fuck him. He’s got a room upstairs, champagne if Billy really needs it, but he needs to be sober for this before he makes it habit to only indulge in the blond when he’s drunk. Maybe fucking him while sober will remind him it’s a bad idea.

• it doesn’t. God, it doesn’t, because Billy’s hands still feel amazing, and for the first time, neither have a weapon on them or in reach, don’t have a drink in hand, too lost in each other to protect themselves from each other. Jonathan rides Billy the way they’ve both been wanting for months, and it’s exhilarating to feel Billy’s thumb press against the dip of his throat when he leans down to kiss him, messy and panting hard. Feels holy, like divine intervention to feel Billy’s hand in his hair, fisting the strands and tilting his head to kiss deeper, to feel his fingers dig into the meat of Jonathan’s thigh to remind him to keep moving.

• Billy smokes afterwards, and despite years of telling himself he’d never pick up the nasty habit like his parents, Jonathan wraps his lips around the filter when Billy offers. Breathes in, holds, and releases the smoke along with all his concerns. He’s been worried about everyone but himself since he was a kid. He wanted to savour this glitter of something good.

• The kiss after that feels like something more than sex, than companionship, and neither think of Steve then, but they do after. Steve who’s pretty and a bit mean but so soft around the edges when he’s got lips against his. When his spoilt bratty exterior melts away to something small and needy. Something that needs love and touch. Needs affirmation that’s he’s good.

• Jonathan and Billy are something of an unofficial couple after that night. Billy takes Jonathan out to dinner with his dead daddy’s money that’s now his own, and Jonathan has a growing album dedicated to Billy’s hands, to his lips, to his mirthful eyes and pristine curls. People talk, but nobody says too much too loudly. The Mad Dog and the eldest Psycho Byers have reputations stained with blood and nobody wants to be next.

• Unofficial is definitely the term, even between them. Maybe that’s why they’re still seeing Steve behind each other’s backs. Jonathan tries to protest after that sobering night, saying he’s seeing someone, but Steve has a way with words, with touch. And a mean set of doe eyes when he says, “Not like you’re official right? We can still play. You don’t gotta be guilty. Or you can be, whatever eases your conscience because we both know you’ll come back.” He does. He does and he’s guilty and maybe that’s the part that makes it better.

• Billy has some reservations. Says he’ll fuck Steve but he won’t kiss him like he used too, but it only takes a few meetings to change that because Steve has the most kissable lips and makes the sweetest sounds he wants to drink in and swallow.

• Steve doesn’t know they’re dating each other. He doesn’t ask who when they mention it. They couldn’t compare to him, surely (but they could and he knows and maybes he’s a little scared to lose either of them at this rate. Maybe he kind of loves them, maybe he wants them to whisk him away like he’s a princess instead of a prince).

• Steve calls Jonathan when he gets shot for the first time. He never expected anyone to take a shot at him, nobody cared enough to try taking him out, but he caught a bullet in the side, taking a small chunk out of his waist as it grazed by, before Robin ran them both out of the club, Tommy and Carol staying behind to find their mystery shooter. Robin and him lost each other in the crowd and all Steve could think except for ‘I’m going to die’ is ‘I need a bodyguard’.

• He calls Jonathan in tears, holding his side and curled up in a phone booth. “Please, I-I know you never l-liked me, but you— you gotta h-help me. Gotta know how, you- you’ve been shot, I know, Will- Will said- he said-“

• Jonathan arrives with Billy in tow ten minutes later, staying on the phone with Steve the whole time as Billy drove. They had been out at the time and Jonathan had planned to explain Steve away as a friend if Billy asked. Or maybe be honest. He hadn’t been sure, too worried about the whimpering brunet on the other end.

• Steve clings to Jonathan when he arrives, shivering, and when he sees Billy, his first words out are, “Billy, you remember her, my friend, Robin, the first time we met, did you see her? You had to see her, we- we lost— we lost each other, I- Jon, I lost Robin,”

• Jonathan is confused to how they know each other but quickly asks Billy to drop them at his place and circle back to look for Robin. Billy agrees and Jonathan sits in the backseat, comforting the exhausted Steve who curls around him like a inconsolable child. Kisses Jonathan’s neck because it’s the closest skin available and murmurs “thank you” and “I love you” over and over through sniffles and hiccups. Jonathan’s not entirely sure he means it because he seems delirious, but he can’t turn him away in his state, repeats “it’s okay” as he pets his hair.

• Billy drops them off and Jonathan spares a moment to lean over from the backseat to kiss him and promises to talk later before he takes Steve inside and Billy drives off to find Robin.

• Thankfully the damage wasn’t too severe, but the angle would leave a nasty scar, and his shirt was unsalvageable. Steve drops off to sleep pretty soon after being wrapped up and laid down, his adrenaline flatlining.

• Jonathan waits for Billy to come back but it isn’t until the next morning. He had found Robin, that she was okay, but she had found Carol bleeding out with Tommy, in his arms as he tried to put pressure on her wounds even as he choked on his own blood, and spent three hours arranging them to be taken to emergency and cared for. Billy only found her because she went looking for Steve around 4am, looking on the verge of tears.

• Robin and Steve reunite, holding each other tight and whispering in Jonathan’s bed about Tommy and Carol, silently crying. It’s then that Billy draws Jonathan away to talk.

• They talk over coffee, both with dark circles under their eyes and weary, and Jonathan admits to his infidelity. That he had been sleeping with Steve. That he might have feelings for him, that Steve’s call had been a wake up to how much he did care for him. Jonathan says he loves Billy, for the first time, and that he intends to be faithful this time if Billy ever forgave him.

• “there’s nothing to forgive.” Billy explains his side of things, that he had known he felt something for Steve for a long time but didn’t want to lose Jonathan because their connection is special. It was a rarity to have someone who understands him so fundamentally. Understands why he can never leave the business even if he wanted to.

• With the air cleared, Billy suggests that they keep seeing Steve. Separately, together, he didn’t care. Because Jonathan and him had something Steve could never tarnish or replace, but he was also something special they both wanted and perhaps even needed. That maybe Steve needed them too.

• Jonathan agrees, and from then on, their guilt is abolished. The secret between them is gone and with the space gone it’s like they’re closer. Steve is no longer between them, a hurdle, but besides them.

• Jonathan takes care of Steve through his healing alongside a Robin who brings back info on the recovering Tommy and Carol who barely made it through and are being insufferable about it. Meanwhile Billy looks into the shooter and pays someone under the table to take care of it. He’d do it himself, but he wasn’t dirtying his new boots with the blood of trash that low. As long as Steve can rest easy, he’s happy.

• Steve quite likes having both of their attentions on him. Liked watching them together too, but he especially likes being cradled between their bodies, Billy pressed as close as possible so he could wrap his arm around the both of them. Jonathan’s arm curled under Steve’s so his hand is between Billy’s chest and his back, nose to nose with Steve as they snoozed. It’s softer than anything the bodyguard has felt, gentler than anything the mad dog has experienced, and it’s richer than any amount of cash to the abandoned prince.

• None of them know where this will go, but for now, they’ll take the glimmer of hope that’s entered their dark life. They can be their own, small family. And nobody hurts family, not in their business.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #jonathan byers #byerharringrove #stonagrove #byergrove #harringrove #stonathan #lemon #mafia au

[gaytanimura]

Kiryu Kazuma. One of the greatest and most attractive characters ever thought up. He can fight at peak strength, take out enemies with heat moves, and best of all, he's red colored and knows how to handle the Fellas. Speaking of Fellas, the Yakuza universe might also be classified as "Hot Dude Heaven" because there's such a mess of very beautiful and tough men that it will make you love the franchise even more! And since Valentine's Day is around the corner, I've been inspired to make a top 10 list of the most beautiful male yakuza characters. Grab yourself a snack and a glass of staminan X, and try not to reach through the screen because HERE WE GO!

10: Try this question on for size. Who chases and fights Kiryu all the time and wields a powerful tanto? Why it's Majima Goro of course! Though more of a cutie than a hottie, you can't deny the fact that he’s still attractive. Two things that make him attractive are the fact that he wears snake skin jacket, and when have you ever seen an eyepatch on somebodies left eye? I haven't! So once again, Majima Goro is lovely; that is until he goes mad dog and starts cutting stuff with his tanto.

Who's at number 9? It's this 6th chairman from tojo clan. Daigo, from Yakuza 2. He got a message saying that Tojo Clan was under attack by the opposite clan Omi Alliance. He doesn't do much except get shot in the chest and drink alcohol. The real reason he lands at the #9 is that he becomes Shinada Tatsuo’s sweetheart, something Shinada needed for a long while.

Numero Ocho. Kiryu Kazuma’s mother, Kashiwagi. Hes attractive and the size of an average human mother. What really surprises me about him is that the ex-detective, Koichi Adachi, falls in love with him. Kinda silly, don't you think? He’s another character that doesn't do much, but in Yakuza 7, He helps Ichiban Kasuga have a place to stay along with his friends.

What number's next? Seven, of course. Yoshitaka Mine from Yakuza 3. People always root for the good guys, but sometimes, the bad guys steal the show.His mathematic IQ is equal to Sera. He also happens to be the smartest member of Tojo Clan. I wonder why he isn't the chairman. Like Ryuji Goda and Nishiki, his specialty is dying. With a stunning laugh and soulless eyes, Mine will rock your socks. If only we could see him take wing.

Numero Six. Ichiban Kasuga from Yakuza 7. Named after the number one, Ichiban is the son of Masumi Arakawa. He’s a newer character that hardly does a thing except beg his brother to stop being so violently mysgonisic. He also traps himself inside a box so that he could get a jump on lower ranked Liumang. When you're the son of a person in the killer Arakawa gang, you need to look your best and Ichiban delivers perfectly. That's why he’s #6.

Number #1, #2, #3, #4, #5! Ah-Ah-Ahhh! Saejima Taiga from Yakuza 5. How could you go wrong with a guy that looks like this? He can fight nearly as good as Kiryu and he went from being a Prisoner to being a Top Tojo Clan executive. Next to Majima he looks more collected than the other characters. Who could top someone who has a bald ass head?

This fella standing at number 4: Ryuji Goda. One word: TITS. How would you like to have that cup size? I mean Ryuji could play around in the Himalayas for hours and he would be perfectly fine! Also, his blonde hair makes him look like an American. I really like the fact that he has a relationship with the Jingweong agent Joon-Gi Han. The combination of this gay couple makes these two a reliable couple. But what lands Ryuji in the #4 spot is that his attitudes is apparently different from the other males.

Next up is #3. What's better than having a Male with Huge Tits? How about a Male with Huge Tits and Ass? Shinada Tatsuo, another Kiryu Saga has that feature. He’s Active, knows exactly what to do as a Nightlife Writer, and even fought Amon once. He’s also the guy of Daigo's dreams. Heh, lucky him. His younger self in the spin-off: The Wandering Dragon is just downright hot! Just look at them big tiddies! Now we're talkin'!

1, 2, button my shoe! Kiryu Kazuma. There's a lot to say about this character. He’s the heir to the Kazama Family, Yakuza’s first official protagonist, the only character that used to say slurs, brave and athletic, the most kind character, and is like a father to Haruka. In the Sixth installment of the series, The Song of Life, one antagonist, the sexy Joon-Gi Han constantly tries to woo Kiryu, but doesn't succeed because... he fucking dies! The Dragon is also a semi-perfect example of an excellent protagonist, although there were a couple of times when he really snapped and acted like a lunatic; in the early installments, that is. But overall, Kiryu Kazuma really stands out amongst the slew of males not just because he’s Yakuza’s first official protagonist, or because he’s the only one who show his ass three times, but because in the comics, he grew very perky boobs, and married Majima in the future, becoming the 5th Chairman.

So, you've seen a Yakuza Chairman, a baseball star, two gorgeous Ex-Yakuza, and even a Dragon! Who could possibly top those kinds of Males? Well, get ready folks; this is the #1 hottest Yakuza Male character. Yu Nanba. If anybody denies it, how dare you? This man can summon pigeons, he’s as strong as a paper bag, and is a manloser, seducing other characters into getting what he wants. Instead of having one love interest, he has two! Ichiban and Tianyou Zhao. Being a homeless man, his only interested in one object set; Alcohol, especially the Legendary Malt. There actually have been situations where Nanba’s cock and balls has been exposed, but it eventually got censored. What a price to pay. I think the best part about this beauty is that he wears three different outfits unlike the other male characters. And who wouldn't want to Sleep at anytime, be strong as a fetus, and flirt with any male, anytime, anywhere. These three traits make Yu Nanba triumph over all of the Yakuza malws. My hat goes off to you Sega Team Japan. You oughta be proud.

There ya have it folks. Those were the hottest male fellas in the Yakuza universe. I hope you enjoyed it, happy Valentine's Day, and I'll see you later. HERE WE GO!

#yakuza #yakuza games #yakuza lad #kiryu kazuma #majima goro #saejima taiga #daigo dojima #goda ryuji #tatsuo shinada #ichiban kasuga #yu nanba #im so sorry for this #copypasta #yakuza shitpost

[marley-manson]

I’ve gained greater appreciation for “Ah this mad, gay nightlife,” in Dear Peggy upon learning that it wasn’t until the 60s or so that straight culture discovered the word "gay" in its gay context. even through the fifties it was apparently still underground gay slang, and the way Hawkeye uses it there would’ve been a pretty typical sly double entendre

#i'd known it was a community-specific word at first but i'd always assumed it leaked into straight culture in like the 40s-early 50s #mash #marley on mash #mash s4 #i'm reading gay new york now since like every single other thing i've been reading cites it lol #mash gs

[victorl0]

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[radioprune]

dear peggy is a flawless episode send post

#like. easily top three for me #he's really one of a kind our hawkeye <3 #the entire sequence at the beginning #this mad gay nightlife #stuffing 15 people into a jeep for life magazine #you tell em ferret face #their chess game at the end #that crazy agnostic!

[onekisstotakewithme]

I always forget how “Dear Peggy” slaps right from the opening scene

#LOVE IT #ah this mad gay nightlife... #m*a*s*h #4x10 dear peggy

[potokguy]

Hawkeye voice Ah this mad, gay nightlife.

#iuwcenkygnfxiectmuenyxzuirjycnnjex oh and what a mad gay nightlife it is

[strawbfairyy]

i always forget how insanely queer the beginning of “dear peggy” is and then it hits me in the face and i go hey. what. who allowed this. and THEN hawkeye goes “ah, this mad gay nightlife” and then i just truly lose it

#mash #m*a*s*h #tv: mash #cc talks #like. klinger outfit. him with his arm around mulcahy & then cutting in to dance w radar. #‘hey radar what’s that dance you’re doing’ ‘you’ll have to ask kellye she’s leading’ #‘so you’re the new schoolmarm’ #also i adore alan alda eating around the edges of his pretzel like that’s exactly what i do 🥰 #king shit

[averuin]

Ah, this mad gay nightlife....

#every time klinger comes on screen i immediately take a screenshot to reference #klinger personally filling up my hard drive 😔 #sketchbook #mash #max klinger

[tafadhali]

@dudski did this and what the heck I’ll do it too

Three ships: 

Reading-wise:

1. Ted/Trent, Ted Lasso, which is obviously all leupagus’s fault as it is for everyone else

2. Jamie/Roy/Keeley, Ted Lasso. Honestly, Roy/Keeley by itself is one of my all-time favorite sitcom pair-ups, but when it comes to reading I tend to prefer something less established and Jamie’s done a lot to redeem himself this season

Feelings-wise:

3. Cliopher Mdang/Artorin Damara, The Hands of the Empire. I’m fine with it being completely platonic, but it’s also deeply romantic. Glad to read a 900-page book about them anyday.

First ever ship: Aragorn/Legolas when I was 11-12. I was wrong — Legolas/Gimli all the way.

Last song: I’m currently listening to “A Woman Destroyed” by Garbage, but the last song I listened to with intention was “Carlotta Valdez” by Harvey Danger after I rewatched Vertigo last night.

Last film: Vertigo, last night! It’s kind of fucked up that that was my favorite film as an eleven-year-old, lol. It’s a masterpiece, obviously, but my instincts that it would slight down my Hitchcock rankings if I ever rewatched it as an adult were correct. I’d put it in the 7th-9th range. (I consider all movies in slots 1 through 11 masterpieces.)

Anyway, I’m still mad about a Letterboxd review I read that summarized the second half of the movie as “They’re in love but she’s too damaged” as if Kim Novak is the damaged one in that relationship.

Currently reading: I’ve been reading Return to Sender by Julia Alvarez in Spanish, which is slow going. I started Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo yesterday and am moving through that much more quickly — I don’t know that I love Lo’s writing, but it’s a really interesting setting (San Francisco’s Chinatown and gay nightlife in the 1950s).

Currently watching: The new season of RuPaul’s Drag Race and, recently, Yellowjackets. Otherwise, I’m kind of watching an old season of Top Chef that will probably prove to bro-y for me and @periru3 and I are up to season 7 in our ongoing M*A*S*H watch. 

Currently consuming: Just finished a thermos of tea and considering reheating some beans and rice for dinner once I post this.

Currently craving: Rice and beans, but mostly because they’re on my mind.

#meme

[catch57]

ahh, this mad gay nightlife!

#goooodnight #hawk sleeeping.. #marg’s hand around bj... #vibes unparelleled #parle #mash #mash 4077 #miine

[rk1kheadcanons]

Connor and Markus are on vacation when they first meet

Connor's workaholic ass kept trying to weasel out of going on vacation up to the last moment until his dad, Hank Anderson, literally hugged him roughly in their shared beat up the car and then pushed him unceremoniously out the door at the airport, then sped off leaving him two options: Uber home or take the damned plane and go on vacation proper. Connor shook his head; the precinct could wait a week without him.

Carl had a limo come and get Markus and ferry him to the airport. Markus hated it. It showed he was a child of money and he was always so nervous about leaving his Dad's side. He never knew if it would be the last time. He had two choices: worry himself till he was prematurely gray and call the limo back it goes on this week vacation. Begrudgingly and guiltily, he enters the airport.

Connor's a nervous mess and it shows at the bag check out. He wishes the floor would swallow him whole. There are too many people. Then the lady is telling him he's in the wrong line, this is a first-class ticket and Connor is both mad and flattered that his father splurged this much for him. He nervously moves his bags out the way to the blessedly clear first-class line.

Well, that's not quite true. There is this beautiful man dressed in a brand of a suit he could never afford in a year's worth of income, in line, getting checked in.

Connor feels like an obvious bum behind this airport God, with his bronze skin and-oh! Two-toned eyes, one blue and the other green...and crap he's staring.

Connor mumbles a 'hello' in passing as the airport God continues to stare at afterward, probably thinks he's weird.

Check out isn't a problem.

Markus has been flying since he was one year old, and first-class, too. What he didn't expect to see was this adorable wallflower staring at him absolutely terrified and a hairsbreadth from being spooked by him. Oh my goodness, he was so adorable! Soft looking curls, large brown eyes framed in large framed glasses, pale mole, freckled skin that was actively blushing. Even his graphic tee, skinny jeans, and DG shoes we're just somehow him, Markus knew. Markus walked past with a greeting...and right into some rope off markers because he was so enamored with the other man. Too bad they aren't going to the same place, that could have been markus time to get to know him.

They are row mates and the flight is surprisingly pretty much just them.

Markus is not the most religious but prays to all entities for this happenstance.

Connor has problems breathing with the man being right there in his visual range. The dude is way out of his league, probably straight as a board, and Connor's gay heart can not deal. He fucking smells good from across the row from him. Bitch.

"Hi, I'm Markus. What is your name?"

Connor flinched like he was slapped and with the added confusion as his eyes landed on where the voice came from.

Markus would have laughed if he wasn't certain that the other would probably ride the rest of the flight in the bathroom just to live down the unwarranted embarrassment.

The man, Markus, is all smiles and beautiful eyes, and Connor is melting in confusion inside. This man is talking to him?

"I'm Connor. Are you talking to me, not a phone, or?"

Markus smile dims a little. So this Connor had self-esteem issues, felt a like person like him could not be talked to by a person like him.

"Yeah, I'm talking to you directly. There are no other beautiful people taking my attention like you are."

Connor blushed even harder and tried to will his heart to not fall out of his mouth. Here this absolutely fetching male was talking to him and he was ready to put his earbuds in for the duration of the trip like a normal person would when being flirted with.

Markus knew what he was doing.

Looking both ways down the aisle, he got up with his carry on and sat by Connor.

Connor freaked out for multiple reasons: what about assigned seating? This man was too hot, and Connor was very Gay.

Markus could see the panic attack welling up in Connor.

Markus started to talk to him about himself. He spoke of how this was a 'forced vacation'/from his Dad, a point Connor could relate to. He started to relax, take in the man's calming voice.

Connor found his voice and started talking back about his own experience. It was an enjoyable experience with a perfect stranger that just happened to look like Connor's future husband.

It never crossed their minds they were on a joint flight to Hawaii even when whey they finally disembarked hours later, it still didn't click.

Connor slept on his first day.

When he did wake, he enjoyed the scenery of the beach from his verandah. He thought about Markus and the fact that maybe he could have drawn the scene before him.

He decided to hit the beach. He'd bought some ridiculously small board booty shorts, painted his nails a lovely iridescent navy blue, and parked himself under a large canopy on his doggie pattern beach towel. He was pretty and he was going to pay that aspect up.

There was a 'thud' and slight groan as someone tripped and more or less stop, dropped, and fell under his canopy with him.

It had him scrambling up, fist ready to fight. He was no pushover no matter how he may look to others. He looked down and couldn't help but snort inelegantly. Markus lay frozen in place, borderline terrified Markus, eyes wide and shifting all over Connor's figure before landing on those tiny shorts.

Markus can't help but want to stay by Connor's side, and it looks like Connor is just as receptive to that, if his eyes glued on Markus muscles have any say in it.

Baring just the good looks and obvious attraction between them, the conversation is good as well. They find they have a lot in common as well.

They decide after a fun day at the beach to sort of unanimously to enjoy the trip as whatever this would evolve into. They now were certain they both resided in Detroit, Markus a curator for his father's works and some of his own as well.

Connor was an up and coming detective that partnered with his father, Lieutenant Thank Anderson. Markus knew of his dad from a large art heist that he'd busted when he was younger and had nothing but respect for the man. Likewise, Connor enjoyed Carl Manfred's artwork from the time he could understand art concepts.

Nightlife came and the pair went out and enjoyed the energy of the clubs. Connor would not have come if not for Markus, and Markus doubted that he would have either alone given his homebody nature. They both fed each other positively in that regard, sharing drinks and laughs and dancing late into the morning hours.

At some point, they had decided to call it a night in their tipsy way of handling, Markus arm around Connor's shoulder as giggled themselves, shuffling back to the hotel that they found they also shared.

Somewhere along the trip up to their respective rooms, Connor became very brave indeed, pulling Markus slightly flushed face to his and kiss him soundly. Markus looks at him with wide, expressive eyes, the vestiges of drunkenness slipping away for confirmation of what this can mean, what it will mean if he steps a foot into Connor's room with him.

Connor murmurs his assent to whatever the night will hold and Markus kisses Connor back with more passion this time around, finagling the room key from Connor's hand and fumbling to open it, too stubborn to fly stop peppering kisses on Connor and look at the lock mechanism to which Connor just can't contain his giggles. The four finally swings open and Connor is lifted up and onto the room, the door closing slowly behind them letting his giggles echo into the hall until the slip into pleased little groans by the time the door is completely shut.

A week goes by and two fathers await their son's return. Somehow Hank is pleased with this little turn of events. He wanted Connor to enjoy himself, to truly unwind. If 'unwind' meant to bring a boyfriend home, well, as long as he was safe, Hank was proud of his boy. He seemed to have a good eye when he saw the other slightly nervous young man named Markus holding his son's hand.

Carl was the same sort of supportive. He even was having a good day health-wise so he really got to get to know (pick on and tell embarrassing stories to) Connor. Markus rolled his eyes and sighed good-natured.

To think neither we're interested in going on their vacation for their own reasons. They may have gone their whole lives and never met.

Here's to all the perfect strangers in the world that could be soul mates waiting to happen.

#rk1k #rk1000 #conkus #dbh #connor x markus #ask #anonymous #human au #rk1kweek #my addition in prompt form #🌸ask post #hella long ficlet

[aahsokaatano]

There's a certain amount of joy I've found in having so many favorite characters named Hawkeye because all of their quotes apply to each other. I mean -

Clinton Francis "Hawkeye/Hawkguy" Barton: behind every great man is a woman with a vibrator

Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce: the good news is... Scratch that. No good news. Everything sucks.

Katherine "The Better Hawkeye" Bishop: I'd like to take six or seven months and become unconscious

Clint: ah, this mad, gay nightlife.

Pierce: ...well, when you say it like that it sounds stupid.

Kate: hey, [David], without your glasses, you could almost pass for offensive.

Clint: I don't bowl. Though i once had a perfect score on Lover's Lane.

Pierce: does this mean you want to sleep with Spider-Man?

Kate: by all means, let's leave the perverts in the Army where they belong.

I could go on all day honestly these three are just all equally disasterous bisexuals and I love them

#hawkeye pierce #kate bishop #clint barton #mash #marvel comics #incorrect quotes #my stuff #hawkeye

[artificialqueens]

Come Home to My Heart, Chapter 6 (Lemyanka) - Plastiquedoll

read on ao3 ✨| previous chapters

A/N: this is rated “B” for Bickering. It’s getting gay(er) I promise. I hope you enjoy it and thanks for reading it! <3

-6-

Priyanka’s bad mood lasted some more time after Lemon left. She shushed her friends when they tried to bring up the issue again and ate her waffles in silence until the girls started cracking jokes to make her laugh.

She was glad when the conversation focused on Denali as she explained to the other girls how her skating programs worked and told them all about the training and the traveling she had done during the year. It was compelling enough to lift the spirits on the table and once they were done with their food and the coffee refills, they all parted ways.

Priyanka drove Denali back to the house of her friend where she was staying for the month and got the chance to catch up with her a bit more. Inevitably, a question would pop at any moment.

“So…” The girl on the passenger seat began and Priyanka already knew what was coming. “this girl Lemon and you… what’s the story behind it?”

“Ugh…” Priyanka wanted to hit her head with the steering wheel. “It’s a long story.”

“I have time.” She said. “And you did mention a place that serves the best ice cream in town, don’t think I have forgotten.”

Priyanka sighed. “Nosy bitch…”

Denali cackled. “Oh, c’mon! I’m dying to know.”

“Fine. But you’re paying for my ice cream and I’ll make sure I order every topping, sprinkle, and syrup available.”

Priyanka turned left and changed their destination until they arrived at the ice cream parlor. Just as she had threatened, she ordered a monstrosity of ice cream for herself while Denali sat there with her cookies and cream sundae.

“Lemon and I were friends since kindergarten…” She started.

She told Denali everything, the first time they shared cookies, their days of primary school, the day Lemon left for New York, and the aftermaths of that moving. She told her the exact moment her crush began and when she knew it was way more than just a temporary thing. She told her about the big fight when Lemon visited her and how she had ignored her for the next five months until the blonde stopped trying whilst Priyanka thought she was doing the right thing. She told her about the moment she knew things were never going back to normal with them.

“Wait… wait, stop right there. So you two argued about something so stupid and then boom that’s it?”

“When you put it like that…”

“Because you know it is something stupid two fifteen-year-old girls would argue over, right?”

“First of all, it was a big deal back in the day.”

“Pri you were jealous of another girl and the remote possibility of your plans not being fulfilled. Plans you made when you were ten.”

“It wasn’t only about the plans we made… I could feel the distance between us and the way she was moving out without me in the future… it scared me.”

“Then why you never told her that?”

“Because… I’d have to admit my crush and end up with my heart broken twice by the same person.”

“Or… maybe give her the chance to decide that?”

Priyanka glared at her. “Denali, what are you implying?”

“I’m just saying that you were mad at her for not letting you being her friend and yet you weren’t giving her the chance to know your feelings, neither of you were being completely honest with each other… does that make sense?”

Priyanka took a big spoon of her ice cream and put it on her mouth to avoid answering.

“What I’m saying is that… this is your chance to make things right with her… maybe even the start of something new?”

“This isn’t a Disney Channel movie, you’re aware of that, right?”

“Priyanka, don’t you see? What are the odds of something like this happening? After seven years…”

“If you’re trying to make it look like a «this is fate» kind of situation, quit right now. It’s not going to work.” She crossed her arms on her chest. “Anyway…”

“You’re such a stubborn head sometimes I swear to God…”

“But you love me for that, don’t you?”

“I question myself sometimes.”

Priyanka threw a napkin playfully at her.

“After seven long years… things might have changed for you two.” She had a mischievous look on her face.

“What are you suggesting?”

“Listen, tomorrow’s Friday night, I’m sure the New Yorker in her is going to be out enjoying the nightlife… maybe you should do the same… Show her what she’s missed all this time.”

“It’s a stupid idea.”

No, that wasn’t going to work, it was ridiculous.

“I still think it’s a stupid idea.” Priyanka complained while sitting in the backseat of the taxi.

“Kiara and Juice are meeting us there.” Scarlett confirmed, ignoring what her friend had just said.

Denali put her thumbs air and smiled at Priyanka.

She had complained, protested, and kicked like a toddler but once their friends heard Denali’s labeled as a «genius idea», there was no way back. They had kidnapped her along with a bunch of her clothes and dragged her to Scarlett’s house to get ready.

Hence, she had no choice but to go along with their plan and she might as well put a little effort on since the goal was to get noticed by the devil in disguise herself.

She deliberately chose a pair of tight black shorts that barely covered her ass, a gold sequin top with thin strips that began on the front and finished tied on her back, and a pair of long black velvet boots that prolonged her legs by miles. Denali and Scarlett had her twirling around in her outfit just to throw cheesy compliments at her and whistled as old wolves in cartoons did.

Once her hair was tied in a high ponytail, she did her makeup while chattering with her friends.

What if she doesn’t show up?

She’s going to, we’ve some inside info.

Still, why do I have to go? I don’t wanna see her.

Bullshit, of course you do.

Besides, it’s about her seeing you.

“I can’t do this.” She whispered in front of the mirror.

“Your eyeliner or going to the nightclub?” Scarlett asked before applying red lipstick on her lips.

“The nightclub…”

“Priyanka, you’re a grown-up woman who’s going out on a Friday night. If Lemon happens to be there then wave at her and take a shot after it.” Her friend scolded. “Listen, I love you but it’s clear that if she has the power to make you feel this way it’s because there’s something underneath neither of you have solved. I say that you get over that fear and move on with your life.”

“No, you’re right…”

“The Priyanka I know would pick up girls in clubs with ease because she’s confident and that’s hot.”

“I’m so telling Juice you think I’m hot.”

Denali chuckled while putting mascara on.

“My point being that… I don’t know what’s about that Polly Pocket bitch that turns your already soft oatmeal brain into a liquid state but get a grip.”

Priyanka laughed at loud. “Okay, okay… you don’t have to drag me like that. We’re going to have fun tonight, I promise.”

They got to the club five minutes after; it was a chilly night –one of those that might require a jacket they hadn’t brought- but nothing that a good shot of alcohol couldn’t fix within a few minutes.

Music was blasting from the speakers; there were circles of people dancing on the floor already, the unmistakable frenetic energy buzzed in the air and made every touch, every brush charged with electricity.

Kiara and Juice found them in the crowd; they were carrying a couple of vodka shots and shared them with the newly arrived.

Lemon was already inside the club, Priyanka spotted her sitting on the bar stirring something that looked like a pink vodka lemonade.

She was wearing a white strapless tube dress with a sheer shirt with fur on the tips of the sleeves on top of it along with a pair of pearly ankle strap shoes. Her hair was curlier than the other day so she had probably styled like that with an iron.

Next to her, Kyne enjoyed a bottle of beer and Priyanka suddenly understood where the piece of inside information had come from. Kiara, you slut…

Priyanka drank the shot in one gulp and let the alcohol burn her throat. It was the good type of burn, a little spark to ignite the fire in her veins.

“I’ll go get the next round.” Priyanka announced.

“I’ll help you.” Denali followed her.

Priyanka dodged some drunkards that offered to buy her drinks and walked directly toward the bar making sure she casually appeared next to Lemon. She rested her elbows on the bar and moved her ponytail to display the intricate knots on her almost naked back.

Lemon stared for a moment and then sighed. “You gotta be kidding me.”

“Ignore me, I’m just getting some drinks for me and my friends.”

“I already do that.”

“Well, you’re not very good at it.” She looked at Kyne. “Hey there… Kiara said she’ll buy you another beer once you’re done with that one. You should go dance with her later.”

“Ah… alright…” The girl blushed and took a sip of her beer.

“Remember Denali?” She pointed at the dark-haired girl next to her.

“Yes… I had the pleasure to meet her the other day… unlike others.” She drank what was left of her drink.

Priyanka called the bartender and ordered the round of shots, shortly after five full glasses were in front of them.

“Which one is yours?” Lemon asked.

Priyanka frowned. “This one on my hand, obviously.”

“Good.” Without giving her time to protest, Lemon snatched the drink from her hand and took it herself without flinching, and put it back on her hand as if nothing had happened.

“Hey!”

“You’re welcome.” She said.

“For what?” Priyanka was still dumbfounded.

“I don’t let many people buy me drinks.” She smirked again.

The brunette’s lips turned into a grimace; there wasn’t anything in the world that she wanted more than erasing that little cocky expression off her face.

“Let’s go, Kyne, let’s find the others. I wanna dance.” She smiled at Denali overlooking Priyanka. “See you around.”

Priyanka shook her head. “I can’t believe it… I can’t… did you see that?”

“Pri… this is great.” Denali seemed to be amused by the exchange.

“What?”

“Don’t you see? She was provoking you.”

“Yeah, by inciting violence.” She waved back to the bartender.

“To get a reaction from you… It’s like a game, now is your turn to move.”

“You’re crazy. She did it just to bug me and she succeeded.”

“And now you can’t stop talking about it… my point exactly.”

She shook her head. “No, Lemon’s not like that… she wouldn’t.”

“Maybe the Lemon you knew before but this Lemon is different… a bit bitchy and that’s a good thing.”

“Oh, no, that’s not new. She’s always been a bitch, trust me.”

Denali laughed, they grabbed their drinks and went back where the other girls were.

They made it just in time to dance to I Love It by Icona Pop and sing the chorus from the top of their lungs. After the second shot, Priyanka could finally loosen up, just go with the music and the environment to let herself enjoy the night.

They danced non-stop for a good thirty minutes until Priyanka went to the bar again. Kiara gave her money to get her a vodka tonic and she ordered a fireball for herself. She sat for a moment on one of the stools to catch her breath while she waited to be served.

It was when her eyes found her.

Lemon had taken off the semi-transparent shirt and now she only had that small dress embracing her body as she danced, and God, the way she danced… She didn’t miss a single beat, her body reacted to the music in a way Priyanka had never seen before, it was calculated yet sensual, it was methodic yet loose, in other words, it was hypnotic.

Priyanka was so mesmerized at the moment she almost had no time to play it cool when Lemon walked toward the bar once again. Now her body glowed with a thin layer of sweat and her hair wasn’t as neat as the beginning of the night, Priyanka liked it better that way.

“Thank you.” She talked to the bartender disregarding the blonde next to her.

Lemon stole her drink once again and took a sip of it but this time she cleared her throat loudly, grimacing in disgust at the taste of the flavored whiskey.

“Ew, cinnamon.”

Priyanka mocked her right away. “This is going to teach you something.”

“Yeah, it just taught me how tasteless you are… that’s disgusting.”

Priyanka drank it and let an “ah” out. “Delicious.”

“What’s that?” She pointed at Kiara’s drink.

“Vodka tonic but it’s for Kiara.”

“She’s not going to need it… her tongue is somewhere Kyne’s throat right now,” Lemon said as she extended her hand and took the glass of the countertop. She rinsed the flavor of the fireball with some more alcohol. “Is that a thing? Like a recurrent thing? Them I mean.”

“Sorta but Kyne didn’t acknowledge it until like last year so I’d say it’s still very recent.”

At that moment a guy tried to approach them with the intention of buying them a drink.

“Eat dirt and get lost.” Lemon hissed making the guy disappear from he came from.

“Wow, that was kind of aggressive…” Priyanka said but she sniggered anyway.

“I told you I don’t let anyone buy me drinks plus I don’t like men that try to win women over with drinks. I don’t need their coins, I can buy my own drinks.”

“I’m quite sure you haven’t bought any of the drinks you had tonight, am I wrong?”

“I could buy them if I wanted to…”

“Could you?”

“Yes.”

“Bartender,” Priyanka drew attention from the person behind the bar. “two shots of tequila over here.”

Lemon glared at her. “I said if I wanted to… and I’m certainly not buying you a drink.”

“Fine, I’ll take both shots myself.” Priyanka grabbed both glasses with one hand.

“Wait! Fine…” She pulled a bill from her cleavage and put it on the countertop. “Happy?”

“Classy.” Priyanka grinned.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was because it was Friday night but Priyanka was having fun there with Lemon and it had been an eternity since the last time they hung out like that.

The blonde rolled her eyes and then right before Priyanka’s eyes licked a stripe on the side of her palm, added salt, and licked it again before drinking the shot in the blink of an eye. Finally, she sucked the lime and threw it on the plate in front of them.

Priyanka gulped.

Lemon stared at her. “Well? You were the one who wanted to drink tequila.”

Priyanka repeated the process but she knew for sure she wasn’t putting on a show as Lemon did.

“That girl… Denali…” Lemon tested the waters at the mention of her name. “is she… close to you?”

“I adore her, yeah.”

“Is she… your girlfriend?”

Priyanka looked at the dance floor where Denali was still dancing and having fun with her other friends and then back at Lemon.

“Why?”

“I don’t know… I saw you two together earlier… I just assumed…”

“Would you care?”

Lemon shrunk on her seat. “Why would I?”

“You asked me about it.”

“I was trying to make small talk… plus you haven’t answered my question.”

“You haven’t answered mine.”

The blonde seemed to be cornered for a moment but she looked at Priyanka in the eye with the combative spirit she had always had in her.

“You didn’t answer my calls for five months back in the day, cute, isn’t it?” There was anger and some poison on her words and it hit the brunette right away.

Lemon went back with her friends without saying anything else.

Priyanka watched her until Scarlett dragged her back to the dance floor.

After several hours of dancing and drinking, Priyanka was drunk and exhausted in the best possible way. She was outside the club sharing a cigarette with Scarlett -it was kind of cold but she was completely unbothered by the weather- when a very sleepy Juice showed up, Scarlett went home with her and Priyanka didn’t even try to say something. Let them be happy or whatever.

Denali had left an hour ago, tired as hell too, and Kiara was probably going home with Kyne so she might as well get a taxi for herself as soon as the cigarette on her hand died.

Lemon walked out of the club just when her friends had closed the taxi door and left Priyanka alone. The blonde was carrying her shirt over her shoulder like a jacket and looked at Priyanka as soon as she spotted her in the corner.

She walked straight but there was something on her face that told Priyanka she hadn’t sobered up yet.

“There you are.” She dragged her words comically.

Priyanka shrugged. “Here I am.”

Lemon was about to say something but then she squinted. “Why are you so tall?”

“Because I ate my vegetables when I was little.”

“Liar, you threw them on the trash can when the teacher wasn’t looking at you.”

The brunette laughed. “I had forgotten about that. I got into so much trouble when they discovered it.”

“Trouble? Are you talking about trouble? What would your mother say if she caught you smoking?” She accused.

“Bite me.” Priyanka started laughing. “Did you come here to fight?”

“Yeah… but then I remembered you’re too tall.”

This cracked Priyanka even more; she was almost bent in half.

“What is it so funny?”

“I just remembered that Scarlett called you Polly Pocket earlier and now I can’t unsee it.”

“Fuck you and fuck her too…” She said. “Who are you calling Polly Pocket? I’m a whole ass Bratz or I will be when I can afford the botox injections.” She pouted.

“You sure will, doll.”

“Why are you here alone anyway?” She hiccupped. “Why isn’t your girlfriend with you?” Lemon leaned against a lamppost.

“All of my girl-friends left earlier.”

“You know whom I mean…”

Priyanka shook her head. It was too absurd for her.

A taxi turned around the corner and the brunette waved at it.

“Okay, Little Miss Sunshine, time to go home.” Priyanka tapped the vehicle’s roof.

“I get it… okay…” She got into the cab. “good night… Sprinky.”

“Good night, Lemon.” She closed the door and watched the car leaving.

She could take the next one.

#rpdr fanfiction #drcan #can1 #lemon #priyanka #lemon x priyanka #childhood friends #friends to lovers #lesbian au #come home to my heart #plastiquedoll #concrit welcome

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First Line Meme

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories. see if there are any patterns. then tag your favorite authors.

tagged by the absolutely marvelous della @fieryphrazes and omg 20 is a lot

breath fresh air ever after: Ben is going to be on TV.

blood is thicker than water (but maple syrup is thicker than blood): BJ is twelve years old when he decides he will not be different. 

if i hold you in my arms i won’t dance: “All right,” Helen says. 

above all, i want my arms about you: Hawkeye can’t sleep. 

with friends like these, who needs enemies?: Margaret hates Hawkeye Pierce. 

love at first sight: Hawkeye wakes up first, because he always wakes up first, which is good. 

mind field: “Tell me about the bus.”

hawkeye, why hawkeye?: BJ thinks he has Hawkeye all figured out. 

the toughest thing in any relationship (is picking out the furniture): Red wasn’t even Hawkeye’s favorite color. 

give me love, give me love, give me peace on earth: What Carlye Got: the records, Sheldon and Mary, the radio, the carpet, the good lamp, the Portland flannel, married. What Hawkeye Got: the books, Jack and Olive, Arrow the cat, the apartment, the photos from Coney Island, the lavender sweater, drafted.

we’ll get together and have dinner: Sometimes Hawkeye thinks he has everything backwards. 

i now pronounce you pierce and hunnicutt: “’By the power invested in me by the state of intoxication,’ BJ all but slurred as Hawkeye cackled with laughter behind him, ‘I now pronounce you man, and woman. You may now ignore the bride!’”

or, the children’s crusade: Hawkeye feels terrible. 

these foolish things remind me of you (they don’t) (they do): It starts because of Arrowsmith. 

you made it bearable: BJ and Hawkeye had agreed to meet up beforehand, at the bar, and check in together. 

you deserve the best: Margaret Houlihan didn’t like being on this side of the emergency room. 

i’ll never be able to shake you: Having a kid had seemed like the perfect decision. 

this mad, gay nightlife: Watching BJ and Margaret dance made Hawkeye go out of his mind. 

i just flew to korea and boy are my arms tired: The day BJ cut the sleeves off of his uniform was among the proudest of Hawkeye’s life.

don’t forget, it’s the first day of school: 1950, Korea, A Hundred and Fifty Years Ago. Hawkeye was wearing an army uniform. 

any trends? literally the shortest most simple sentences ever that give you zero information about what’s actually going on

i’ll tag @elahrairahs @leonardcohenofficial @yeats-infection if you’d like feel free to do as few or as many as you want :-) 

#just a moment of shameless self promotion and honestly i'm very okay with it. my fics are pretty good tbh :-) #miaaaa i'm trying to tag you but it's not working #thanks della!!!! this was fun <3