Regulus: I overheard you making jokes with James and making him laugh
Regulus: I wish nothing but misery upon you
Lily: He’s our boyfriend now
Regulus: Not if I kill you
Lily: Bitch, I dare you to try
Sirius, watching them from afar: …You’re going to let this happen?
James: Sometimes I want people to fight over me, Pads
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don't know who needs to hear this but being queer isn't a competition. if you're a homosexual transgender woman that doesn't make you "more queer" than say a straight transgender man or a cis bisexual person or a heteroromantic asexual person. this is not a hierarchy, this is a community. these labels aren't stars on a uniform determining your rank; just because you have more doesn't mean you are somehow superior to the other queer identities, they belong in the community just as much as you do.
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Idk why it was shocking to me that Colin had a boyfriend, he literally got backshots from Laszlo two eps ago
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I love morpheus because sometimes he looks like an ethereal deity, alien in his perfection, and sometimes he looks like a middle aged man with a punk band that never got off the ground in the 90's, sitting at the bar drinking margaritas at 3pm on a Wednesday and the only thing that seems to guide his choice in the matter seems to be vibes.
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“What’s your favorite color?”
“My what?”
“Your favorite color, sweetheart.” Eddie Munson fondly rolled his eyes before he lifted them to look at the side of Steve Harrington’s face. “We’ve all got one, so what’s yours?”
Steve Harrington is pretty. It’s easy to admit. He’s got the whole All-American vibe down. But there’s also a softness there that Eddie hadn’t expected, something he’s only become more aware of since he started to hang around the younger man more.
Steve shrugged, a loose roll of his shoulders, and then had the bottle of beer he’d been nursing all night pressed back to his bottom lip. He doesn’t take a sip though, just holds it there. Eddie knows that Steve can drink, had seen him push past all sorts of different keg records back in high school. Obliterated them, in fact. Only being beat out by (and may he rest in peace) Billy Hargrove. But he’s caught onto this more. Noticed that there are just some days where… Steve doesn’t.
Steve sat the bottle down without taking a sip.
“I don’t know if I have one.” Steve finally admitted after a beat, and Eddie can’t help but let out a hum at the admission. It’s enough to prompt Steve to continue, however. “I mean, I think all of them are pretty. Y’know? Kinda like people?”
“Ah, so you think everyone’s pretty?” It’s a tease that Eddie can’t help but make.
Ladies man Steve Harrington. Ladies man Steve Harrington who is always being hit on. Ladies man Steve Harrington who Eddie knows just went on a date at lunch time. Knows this because Steve didn’t have lunch with him.
“Sure, I mean… I think you’re pretty.” Steve said with a shrug, as if that sentence isn’t enough to send Eddie off kilter. As if he hasn’t just flipped Eddie’s world upside down and shaken it about. The bottle is back against Steve’s bottom lip.
“I think you’re pretty too, Harrington.” Eddie kept his own admission soft, as if he is scared to admit it in the dead of night. He is.
Steve grinned before he took a slow sip of beer.
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