#It’s a mixed up muddled up shook up world

[x-ladydisdain-x]

people on genius lyrics debating whether Lola by the kinks is actually about a trans woman or a trans man or a drag queen or just a masculine woman or feminine man. why does it even matter are you not listening to the song at all. girls will be boys and boys will be girls it’s a mixed up muddled up shook up world

[your-unfriendlyghost]

you’ve seen Steve x Soda and Steve x Evie…but here I propose steviepop! aka “Steve has two hands”

(also look at my Evie design!)

anyhow a bit ago I typed up a fic about them on ao3, so if ya like this painting and wanna see my exploration of the dynamic, check it out! it’s linked under the cut

(and @jamandjazz you’re also one of my favorite people on here fyi! here’s the soda x steve x evie as promised lol)

[antiquesintheattic]

girls will be boys and boys will be girls it’s a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for looollla la la la la looola if you even care

[starlightsalvatore]

salvation / klaus mikaelson x reader

heyooo - dabbling with a klaus fic hehe - should I do a part two for what they get up to after this? lmk!! and as always lmk what you think :) writing for the vampire diaries is very new to me so any feedback is appreciated! 

salvation / klaus mikaelson x reader

summary: after a deadly encounter with a werewolf, an old ‘friend’ comes to your rescue

word count: 1.3k (short and sweet!) 

warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of death, typical tvdu stuff

You shivered as Damon wrapped his blankets around you, gently sitting beside you as he held a blood bag up to your lips, which you accepted gratefully and sucked down rather feverishly. “Can I get you anything?” he asked, those intense blue eyes swimming with more emotion than you’d ever seen.

You softly shook your head, “the only thing you can do for me is to stop looking at me like that,” you whispered and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Alright, Miss Conceited, I’m not looking at you like anything,” he teased and you chuckled though it was immediately followed by a wince as pain reverberated through every nerve ending. “You should get some rest, okay? I’ll come check on you in a little bit.” You nodded as he left, letting out an exhale when you were finally alone for the first time since it all happened. You were putting on a brave face for everyone else, assuring Elena you were going to be okay and making her promise she wouldn’t come by the house for her own safety and you’d kept your goodbyes brief, joking throughout… saying things like it’s a miracle I haven’t died sooner, don’t look so sad, but in reality you were terrified. You weren’t ready, your life felt so... unfinished. You hadn’t truly loved anyone yet or even been loved, things were far too chaotic to even think about having a love life. The furthest you’d ever been from Mystic Falls was a family road trip to Texas for a reunion your parents dragged you to just before they both died. 

Your dreams felt muddled, a mix of childhood memories and moments with your friends when shit wasn’t hitting the fan… it genuinely felt like your life was flashing before your eyes as you slept and you awoke suddenly unrested and straining to hear a voice on the other side of the door. “You know, one voicemail works just as well as a dozen.” It couldn’t be.

“No…” you muttered as the door opened, shifting to sit upright but failing as you grunted in pain, watching the blonde man slowly walk towards you and settle beside you. “No, this isn’t real, this is a hallucination.”

“I’m afraid I’m very real,” he replied, accent thick as he looked down at you and you poked his arm, stunned to find it wasn’t an apparition.

“Nope, this is- this is Stefan, or Damon and my brain is just playing some really evil twisted joke on me,” you coughed out.

“I’m offended, love. I’ve traveled all this way just to see you and you liken me to the Salvatore brothers,” he said and you blinked a few times as you accepted he really was here. “Playing with werewolves, are we?” he asked, fingers delicately brushing your shirt aside to reveal the mark just above your collarbone.

“Thought it was a golden retriever,” you rasped and he chuckled.

“Your friends downstairs were very adamant in my coming to save you,” he said and you smiled softly.

“Is that what you’re here to do, Klaus? Or are you going to dangle salvation in front of me before making a ridiculous demand?” you asked and he smirked. He always found you amusing, if not annoying at times, there was a point in which you had him completely wrapped around your finger… something you exploited to the benefit of you and your friends whenever it suited you. And he let you, time and time again, because the moments in which you’d allow him to be within your orbit, or accept the countless gifts he left at your doorstep gave him a glimmer of hope that one day you’d let him give you more. He wanted to show you the world, but you’d extinguished any of that hope he’d had by slamming the door in his face the last time you saw each other.

“I’m here to save your life if you’ll let me,” he answered and you almost rolled your eyes. 

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch, love. I’m just here out of the kindness of my heart,” he said and now you did roll your eyes.

“Come on, Klaus. I know you better than that. There’s no such thing as the kindness of your heart because it’s cold and dead,” you shot back. “What do you want?” Your tenacity with him was always the most intriguing, you challenged him… made him want to be better but unfortunately with you it seemed there was nothing he could do to win you over.

“Perhaps I do want something, the question is if your life is worth obliging my simple request?” he proposed.

“Please do drag this out further, it’s not like I’m on a clock here,” you coughed out. 

“I want you to take me up on my previous offer… in exchange my blood is as good as yours,” he said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

“My answer is the same as it was then.”

“I’m afraid there’s no door for you to slam in my face, love. Would you really rather die than allow me the honor of showing you the world?” he asked and you didn’t miss the way hurt seeped into his tone, though he was trying his best to hide it. 

“Yes,” you answered, voice wavering.

“Perhaps I should let you suffer, consider it a delayed punishment for your continual disrespect,” he said and you chuckled.

“Then go ahead, Klaus. Doors over there,” you said, wincing as you shifted your position. “You never had any intention of saving my life,” you accused and now the hurt was clear as day on his face.

“Do you really think so low of me?” he asked and you shook your head.

“I don’t think of you at all.” you answered, hoping he wouldn’t see right through you.

“If that’s what you’d like,” he responded and as he stood to leave you’d never been more unsure, questioning if this was the right way to play it. Just as he reached the door frame you doubled over in a coughing fit, leaning over the side of the bed as blood dribbled from your mouth and he felt physical pain at the sight. He was back by your side in an instant, tugging you into him and placing his arm in front of you. “Drink, please.” You looked up at him through your lashes, but he just nodded, eyes pleading with you and you let your fangs sink into the skin of his wrist. With each gulp you felt your energy restore and the pain disappear. As you drank he brushed your shirt aside again to watch the wound heal for himself. 

You pulled away but didn’t make any move to leave his lap, allowing him to keep his arms around you for a moment… but just a moment before you leaned back, “three months.” you said suddenly and you saw an emotion you’d never really seen from him… confusion. 

“What?” he asked and you smirked.

“You had your terms, I’m negotiating,” you answered and you watched realization settle across his features.

“What changed your mind?” He couldn’t stop his smile from spreading into a grin.

“I was bluffing,” you said and his grin faltered. “Yet, you still gave me your blood without forcing me to comply… maybe that heart of yours isn’t as cold and dead as I thought.”

“I thought you didn’t think of me?” he asked and you shrugged.

“Maybe I do. You get three months, no more no less… that’s the deal,” you said, sticking your hand out for him to shake and when he grasped it he yanked you a little closer.

“Once we get started you’ll be begging me for more time,” he said with a smirk.

“Well, that’s up to you to prove it worth my time… but that’s all I’m promising.” 

“That’s all I need, love.”

taglist: @caseysalvatore @minalblood​ (if you only meant to be tagged in my damon fics please let me know and I’ll adjust which taglist you’re on!)

[everysongineverykey]

having emotions about lola by the kinks again. like. it's from 1970. there's some outdated language. sure. what do you expect. but throughout that song there is never any denial of the fact that lola is a woman. no misgendering at all. and he CARES about this trans woman. their relationship was brief but it was clearly meaningful to him. he is in awe of this woman. every time i hear the lyrics "girls will be boys and boys will be girls, it's a mixed-up muddled-up shook-up world, except for lola" i get emotional. you hear all these stories of cishet men murdering trans women they go out with after finding out they're trans and it really makes it so moving when you hear stories that turn out better than that

[ladytron]

heard someone today say lola by the kinks was really transphobic which im sure is a thing people say but its fascinating to me like its literally 1970 idk i think its really sweet and sincere like its a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for lola!!!!

[howlingmoonrise]

author reveals are here!!! written for battleship exchange 2024 for @dotytakethisdownfanfic 💖

features crossdressing!lqs and is therefore more canon to the novel than the show, but can be read without knowledge of the novel. enjoy!

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This is, Lin Qiushi thinks, squirming in place, a terrible idea. It was bad enough Ruan Nanzhu had insisted on him wearing drag again. It was bad enough that Lin Qiushi already found it hard to say no to him on a normal day, much less when he was grinning so widely in a way that made Lin Qiushi’s heart flop mysteriously in his chest. It was bad enough that Lin Qiushi hadn’t protested anywhere near as much as he should, having mixed yet positive feelings about the last time it’d happened, which in turn only encouraged Nanzhu. And yet. 

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[aguita-mineral]

It’s a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world

[girlgerard]

grrls will be boyz and boyz will be grrls it’s a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for lola. la la la la lola :-)

[fortheturnstiles]

it's a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for lola :) lo lo lo lo lola :)

[h0useofw0lves]

L + Didn’t ask + Ratio + Girls will be boys and boys will be girls it’s a mixed up muddled up shook up world

[glitter-lisp]

Zoro wrinkles his nose when Perona drifts close enough to catch her scent. "Shit, is your heat coming up?"

Perona has no problem screeching at him when he annoys her, but he's not expecting the way she bares her teeth and socks him in the arm. "I think you mean my rut, asshole."

[insearchofblueroses]

It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world I don't wanna be a boy, I don't wanna be a girl Breaking the rules as I sway and swirl Shining like a diamond in glitter and pearl So let's go out on the town Light a fire, burn it down

[antiquesintheattic]

it’s a mixed up muddled up shook up world

[moonysfavoritetoast]

ITS A MIXED UP MUDDLED UP SHOOK UP WORLD

I DONT WANNA BE A BOY I DONT WANNA BE A GIRL

[stylecouncil]

I know what I want and I know who I am and so does lola. it’s a mixed up muddled up shook up world EXCEPT for lola. anyways.