#This is easily the gayest thing either of them have EVER done

[haloreigns]

The way they tilt their heads to catch each others gaze😍😭>>>>>>

[hard-core-super-star]

allow me to ask you again then lmao: have you read any kate fics that made you happy with so much cuteness, giggling and rolling around? you could say some of yours, yes, but I've already read and reread them 😭 kshskakgkwk I imagine you casually eating something after you've written the gayest or most sinful thing in the world, even both at the same time- woah wait, at the last minute you literally become the flash, but in the writer version, right??? I'm so honored that you have something of mine on your wall 👀 I think it can be both lmao.

look at us, disagreeing again. OKAY I take it back, glad you're going to spill more of these obvious thoughts. yeah, I like doing this as much as you like having me as your only star.

the moment I read “Crybaby” I thought you were talking about melanie martinez and I was like ???? you must have been taken by surprise, right? jdjskksk It was cute and the fact that it was on the 19th still reinforces my thought that this is so fuckin' cool 😙

SORRY BUT I thought you were going to say that you use Instagram to get bullied for those football pics lmao. I'm going to stop making fun of this and I'm going to be sad for you from now on, I'm sorry, don't tell this to the jury 😶 but... but we're the same age. no, it's not a conservative belief kwhsjkaqk I was saying this in relation to other topics in general. but it's literally not their fault, it's the parents' fault, which doesn't make things any better either.

it seems like you also have a great sense of judgment to be saying that. just letting you know 😌

sorry lmfao it's funny to say that... I'll probably do it more often. and your brain takes some breaks? when you're sleeping it doesn't count. STOP LMAO with just TWO names you convinced me to watch something more easily than anyone else has ever done. my smile disappearing with the “subtext” part. I THINK YOU SHOULD GIVE ME ANOTHER STAR WITH A MORE ELABORATED APOLOGY!!! kdhakakak good to know, I did my best on this one, and it was definitely not for that reason. nuh-uh.

– 🌟

the way i knew you were going to ask this again and i still couldn't come up with anything but my own fics. i feel like such a narcissist right now lmao. i also doubt i’ll be able to come up with a fic that isn't written by the authors i put on my recommended list a while ago. aksksjsjsj yeah, that happens very often. i’ll write my filthy gay smut and then i’ll go into the kitchen to make my dinner as if nothing happened. LITERALLY, i freak out and then my fingers fly across the keyboard at superspeed. you should be honored ☺️

mhmm, you want to tell me more about how glad you are? 👀 i- you know what? i’ll let this one slide this time.

you- i didn't wear my Crybaby shirt in honor of you today for you to mix tegan and sara up with melanie martinez. [picture of me and my cool shirt not included, btw] my heart stopped in a very literal way that day. i guess i’ll have no other choice than agree since you still haven't changed your mind about it being cool.

alsksjjsjsjs yes, that too but i prefer not to think about it 😐 the jury is very aware of you bringing this up and it will affect their future decisions. …my darling star, did you miss the part where i said exceptions exist? i’d love to know what these more conservative beliefs are ‘cause i can't think of any rn. i agree with that. but also, i was a kid once so i know it's not always the parents who are at fault.

i think you might be right 😁

you've got to stop describing it as funny, smh. hey, sleeping does count! it's like the only break i get nowadays. i knew it would work! thank me later. i mean, it's very obvious subtext so it may as well just be text. I KNEW IT WOULDN’T TAKE LONG FOR YOU TO ASK FOR ANOTHER STAR! don't take advantage of my kindness 👀 uh-huh, i guess i’ll believe you.

[jamiegeode]

Thanks G!!! These are neat!!!

Are you named after anyone: yeppers!!! My first and second middle names are from my mom’s dad and my dad’s grandpa. Jamison and Georgia!

When was the last time you cried: that is finicky depending on what you consider crying. Tears and big emotions? A few months ago at a cast party for my school’s show. But just ‘I would cry if I wasn’t scarred of my mom interrogating me but a slight shudder and feeling overwhelmed will have to do?’ Yesterday. Also because I love my friends and know people care about me for me. I get overwhelmed by my emotions pretty easily, but I can pause panic attacks when my parents walk into a room. They don’t disappear. I still need to deal with them. But they’re just on pause till they’re safe.

That was unnecessarily long

Do you have kids: beyond adopting half of the other theatre kids, nope.

Do you use sarcasm a lot: depends on the situation, whose there, and how many shits I give about the subject matter

What sports do you play/have played: I do swim, and I used to do soccer before it got super aggressive. I also like sparring but I’ve never done it in a competitive capacity.

What's the first thing you notice about people: Voice and/or body language.

What's your eye color: green/brown hazel.

Scary movies or happy endings: happy endings, especially if they’re a bit open.

Any special talents: I enjoy world building, but it’s more of a skill than a talent.

Where were you born: Lancaster, Pennsylvania. We moved south for the weather.

What are your hobbies: leather working, sewing, world building, drawing, writing, and reading

Do you have pets: the most evil scrufflufugus, my doggo Frankie is a Chorkie.

How tall are you: 5’4”, or about 162 cm

Favorite subject in school: Language Arts or History, depending on the teacher.

Dream job: Do you want the list? If I had to choose a field, it’d either have something to do with a cafe, to create community spaces, or an animation studio, preferably a combination of the two.

And tagging: @the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see (sorry for the double ping babe) @frostseeker-draws @stupid-for-simping @necromancers-incorporated @yris-latteyi @shittygaypornmagazine @the-one-and-only-aroace @whatthefr0g @crescentmp3 @asteroidtroglodyte @loki-the-trikster-god

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

I was tagged by @oh-goodness-loki - TYSM dear!!!

1. Are you named after anyone? No... my Mom liked the name. (I hate it btw, and have taken on another in day-to-day life.)

2. When was the last time you cried? The other day, watching "For all mankind" (which is better than I had thought it would be?!)

3. Do you have kids? A daughter.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? MEEEEEE???? ^^

5. What sports do you play/have played? I used to ride. Stopped when I got pregnant.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people? Whether they hold eye-contact, maybe?

7. What's your eye color? Dark brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Depends. I don't like torture movies, but I do not like overly saccharine stuff either. Aliens as a prime example for both?! :)

9. Any special talents? Errr.... I used to have a lyrical soprano... wanted to be an opera singer once upon a time.

10. Where were you born? Skipping, sorry.

11. What are your hobbies? Reading, video games, music, vampires. I also read a lot.

12. Do you have pets? I have a cat, Mo.

13. How tall are you? 5'4"

14. Favorite subject in school? Biology and philosophy

15. Dream job? Not sure. I used to love my job a lot, but now it's more and more meetings and... well.

Tagging:

@prigorie @isabellehemlock @lynnenne, @thefairylights @slutaciouslestat @inkyblotposts @burstingbone @blackgirlasis @alcassin @shashiatnight @anannua @dreamofme9 @danissa10 @redversaillesrose @onlymywishfulthinking ... and whoever wants to!

(Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to, obviously^^)

[davidmann95]

Finally, Crisis on Infinite Earths?

Let’s dispense with any pretense right up front: CW’s Crisis on Infinite Earths is thoroughly dopey, punishingly cheap, and unselfconciously corny in the most heavy-handed ways. It is also, similarly in the spirit of wanting to be direct, probably my favorite live-action DC thing other than The Dark Knight. It’s pure, uncut, unapologetic dork superhero joy injected right into the jugular, every single ambition that a primetime network television soap/procedural/mini-MCU homunculus adaptation of the biggest comic book event of all time could have ever conceivably achieved and far beyond. Not in question that I substantially prefer it to the source material, and it’s if nothing else worth regarding as the singular achievement that it is and will remain: when the movies get around to a Crisis someday, the shared ongoing TV/cinematic universe paradigm means there aren’t going to be fistfuls of actors from past interpretations to draw from the way this could for much longer. This was in all likelihood the one shot to do this in the way everyone wanted it to be done, and it held together.

Not that much in the way of deep analysis to offer, and I already discussed the first three episodes, so let’s just get into it:

* Malthus! Low on the totem pole of shock DCU minutia, but I was mighty pleased.

* Not nor have I ever been much of a shipper, but “Do you trust me?” “With every cell in my body.” is the gayest thing I have ever seen, my lord.

* Literally everything with Lex in here is solid shining gold.

* For all the elements I had assumed were givens that didn’t happen - not that I was bothered by much of it other than I really do wish Danny Trejo had been here - Ezra Miller putting his money where his mouth is was in my dang joke category of stuff that was obviously never going to happen. What an absolute delight, and moreover I had thought in the first place “This scene really feels deliberately structured such that it would fit as a scene in the Flash movie, especially given this is where this version has the idea for the name? But that seems so unlikely!” and then Guggenheim confirmed that the CEO of WB specifically asked for that scene to be included, so I guess the Flash movie is going to be a covert sequel/companion piece to the friggin’ CW Crisis! Even if Gustin’s possibly only in the one bit though, I do hope this means Tom Cavanaghhas at least a cameo.

* The killer dumb as hell line aside, Oliver vs. the Anti-Monitor was conspicuously the best special effect in the whole thing, they clearly blew a lot of the budget on that.

* Wolfman got to be the one to tell them the Earths had been merged! And kudos to him co-writing the Arrow episode, which was probably the best of the lot from a pure storytelling/dramatic standpoint; when I say this was leaps and bounds better than the original Crisis, that’s not a knock on him.

* BEEBO. And Sargon the Sorcerer! But BEEBO. Hopefully him appearing at the height of all this and being a thing the non-Legends have to deal with is a sign of the weirdness continuing to be upped across the board.

* The final plan to defeat the Anti-Monitor is the most beautiful Silver Age nonsense, to the point that I’m fine with the last battle basically being in a Vancouver back alley the way I’d said they’d written themselves out of being able to do a year ago. And while there’s an argument to be made that from an in-universe perspective it should have been Flash to deal the final blow given this has been built up on his show since day one, it feels right that Supergirl as his biggest classic casualty scored the win. Either way, the idea of a teeny-tiny Anti-Monitor bein’ all grumpy in the Microverse for all eternity is a delight. Apparently some complained that he was a boring stock villain in this, but folks, I got some bad news about what they’re drawing from.

* Heat Wave is living his best life and we should all be so blessed.

* Given his backseat role as essentially the most important of the non-central characters, all I was truly rooting for with Hoechlin’s Superman in terms of strutting his super-stuff was getting one good hit in against the Anti-Monitor, and then it turned out he was one of the only three (or four if you count Oliver) who did out of the 50+ or so superheroes in total here, so I was a happy camper. And itty-bitty Superman was funny right away, but even funnier when I realized that was basically making Hoechlin an Atom to go with Routh’s Superman. Can’t wait for the show.

* I assume that as I’ve seen others suggest Earth-12 is meant to be the HBO Green Lantern series and they simply used the related footage they had available, but that movie of all movies therefore getting a shout-out in here is both hysterical and somehow perfect: everything has its place.

* Routh lives, in what might be a brighter rewritten timeline! This could easily be his sendoff and it’d be a perfect one, but I’d of course be more than pleased for him to fill a Kal-L role in Superman & Lois.

* “The first of our heroes”? Did Green Arrow precede Superman, which would be a change in at least one of their timelines? Wasn’t Black Lightning a hero awhile back? Or is this just in the sense of him being the first public human hero? The real answer is that it’s an acknowledgment of his real-world role as the guy who kicked all this off and the logistics don’t matter.

* Justice League! Justice League! Justice League!

* Wonder what the next crossover’s going to be? Easy answers would be something with Superman in the lead now that he’ll be fully in the fold (I understand the 90s crossover Panic in the Sky! was meant for much the same purpose of positioning him as a leader in-universe), or a Dark Nights: Metal adaptation with Batwoman center stage, but the producers have been adamant that the next entry will be something smaller. Maybe a set of mini-crossovers of two or three shows in blocks, or a subplot building across multiple shows that culminates in one or two big episodes with the League banding together. I’d love for their first adventure as a formal team to be fighting Starro (he could emerge as a Lovecraftian threat ala how Morrison treated him in JLA, only for J’onn to link them up to his mind and he turns out to be the hilarious doofus bully from Metal, but the first big crossover was already an alien invasion that involved a bunch of superheroes being mind-controlled, so there is the concern that it could come off as redundant. I’m still in favor of it though, as it could get us a live-action Jarro.

So there we go, there was a live-action Crisis on Infinite Earths. Whereas its source was dopey junk food in service of tearing down a lot of cool stuff, this was dopey junk food in service of delivering and setting up more cool stuff to come, so I’ll stand by this being the better of the two. What a start to the decade; I grew up with 2020 as The Year Of The Future in the same way I know many did with 2000, and nothing could be more of a signifier that we live in a changed world as far as superheroes’ place in mass-media from when I was a kid than this.

[theepitomeofamess]

152 Analogical if you can!?!

#152: “Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night.”

Pairing: Analogical

Word Count: 1119

General taglist: @iamtrashcans @jazzyb11 @lucifer-in-my-head @pendragonqueen09 @galaxy-warping

Thanks so much for the prompt! This one was fun haha

*ping*

Logan sighed at the sound of a new notification. Pressing the home button to light up his phone, he didn’t know what was worse against the wallpaper of Scorpio in the night sky - the white numbers of the clock telling him that it was 2:47 a.m., or the text notification from Virgil that read “Virgil sent a photo.”

Logan was hesitant to open the picture, all things considered. Virgil had been texting him pictures and videos since around midnight. He already had three separate tabs open with the origins and meanings of memes on them - one from what seemed to be a commercial about real estate, one from a movie that Logan recognized as Despicable Me - or more accurately, the origin of those god forsaken minions - and one from an anime in which a seemingly very confused man asks if a butterfly is a pigeon. The last interaction they’d had had been a little more than ten minutes ago.

L: Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night.

V: Never.

L: You need to sleep.

V: Could say the same thing to you.

L: *sigh*

V: *winks*

Logan could only imagine what Virgil would send next.

Opening the new message, Logan found a picture of a monstrous black dog. Matted, scraggly fur, glowing red eyes, bared fangs and scorch marks at its feet.

*ping*

It me.

Logan quickly went through his pictures, specifically the folder he’d labelled as “Patton’s Puppies,” finding the perfect one to send back to Virgil. A tiny black pomeranian with wide dark eyes, one that Patton had identified as, “precious floof!”

First of all, this is you and you know it.

Second of all, explain. *send*

Logan didn’t expect Virgil to respond immediately. He would take a minute to glare at the picture of the pomeranian, deciding whether or not it would be worth his time to argue the point with Logan. Then, he would either come up with what he saw as an appropriate response to the first message, or he would go ahead and explain what Logan didn’t understand.

In the meantime, Logan turned back to his laptop, typing away.

*ping*

You sent the wrong pic, that’s definitely you.

That’s The Shuck. It’s a cryptid from East Anglia in England. Legend has it he showed up at a church during a thunderstorm and killed a man and his kid. It was around 1577. He also tore down one of the support pillars, making the steeple collapse, and left scorch marks where he went. It’s me because I’m supposedly very dangerous, I show up a lot with thunderstorms, but also a lot of people don’t believe in me. Also, his name sounds a hell of a lot like “the fuck” and I identify with that.

Logan chuckled at the last line. He made a mental note to look into doing more research about cryptids so he could carry on more in depth conversations with him about them. A common point of interest often helps connections grow. Given how similar they actually are, Logan had always thought that the two of them should have more strong of a connection.

He’d only just started constructing a response when…

*ping*

Also, I found Patton when he finally snaps.

The picture below the message was of a stuffed Kirby toy with a knife taped to its hand - stub? - finger? - appendage. As per usual for the character, the toy had on a cheerful smile and was the epitome of soft and innocent. At least, it would be if not for the knife.

Logan’s hand found its way to his mouth, unconsciously covering his widening grin. Logan didn’t need to know the origin of the image to know that Virgil was correct in his interpretation of it.

*ping*

Roman:

A picture of Tan France from Queer Eye saying “the gayest thing I’ve ever seen.” Logan snorted through his nose.

Accurate. *send*

*ping*

A picture of a man between two women - one clearly his girlfriend, the other he’s checking out behind her back. On the man, the word “me.” On the girlfriend, “getting a full eight hours of sleep.” On the other girl, “staying up all night looking at memes.”

Logan’s smile fell.

Looking at the time on his phone again, he found that thirty minutes had flown by effortlessly. 3:26 in the morning…

Virgil… do you want to come over? Or for me to go over there? *send*

*ping* ...I mean if you want me to…

I think it would be easier for you to sleep if you did. A more serene atmosphere or familiar or calm presence often helps people to sleep more easily. However, the choice is entirely yours. *send*

Less than five minutes passed before Logan heard the softest knock on his door. Logan called for Virgil to come in, and he obeyed. Logan asked a malady of questions, ranging from how Virgil’s day was to whether he wanted a cup of hot something - coffee, tea, cocoa, something - to whether it was a cuddling night or if Virgil wanted Logan to pull out the spare cot under his bed.

Virgil’s day was fine, he didn’t want anything hot, and he wanted Logan to hold him, so they didn’t bother getting out the cot.

The two of them talked in person for a while more, an activity that when done properly helps both of them to wind down and prepare to sleep. Virgil briefly explained some of the more obscure memes he’d sent Logan, and Logan asked about cryptids, and soon enough they were both curled up in Logan’s bed, Logan holding Virgil’s form in his arms. Logan’s clock read 3:58 a.m.

“In this world,” Virgil mumbled, half asleep, “it’s yeet or be yeeted.”

“Go to sleep, Virgil.” Virgil grunted, curling closer into Logan. He’d interpreted Logan’s words as vague irritation only because his eyes hadn’t been open to see Logan’s wide grin.

Logan knew that the same thing would happen tomorrow night. The two of them would be awake until ungodly hours of the night, eyes burning and voices gravelly from the day’s use. They would converse through texts for a while - maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours - until one of them determined that it was far too late for the other to be awake and the two of them ended up in the same room, able to sleep with the other’s presence close.

It’s not an official tradition. It’s not like Patton’s cookies for every special occasion or Roman’s insistence on implementing caroling and Secret Santa every year. It’s not something known and enjoyed by all four of them.

That doesn’t mean it’s not Logan’s favorite tradition.

[illuminating-dragons]

Draco Malfoy Is A Good Future Father-In-Law 2020

Summary:  Scorpius is afraid to tell his grandfather something. Draco, finally, is no longer scared to talk to his father

Word Count: 2,064

Notes:  Cheers to @willow0angel for inspiring the title :) Sorry it wasn't 2017, dear, but they're only eleven then! They need more time. Another note: Draco has never been abusive to Scorpius. Lucius was physically (briefly) and emotionally abusive to Draco. This is discussed in non-graphic terms, but I figured that was important up front.

          Draco sank wearily into his chair. He’d been busy all day helping Tori move her mother into the old folk’s home, and he’d had quite enough of his in-laws. Tori had gone with her sister to get supper, but Draco wanted to spend some time with his son, who’d spent the day with his grandparents.

           He gave himself five minutes to sit down, then dragged himself up. He knew Scorpius wanted to try out some new Quidditch maneuvers, but perhaps he could persuade his son to do something else. Something that didn’t involve quite so much exercise.

           He knocked on Scorpius’ door. “Scorpius? I’m home.”

           There was no answer.

           Confused, Draco opened the door. His son was curled in the corner, a blanket wound around himself and tears streaming down his face.

           “Scorpius!” Draco dashed to his side. “Son, are you hurt? What happened?”

           Scorpius just shook his head.

           “Scorp?” Draco tried to pull the boy into his arms, but his son resisted. “What happened?” Then he was struck by a terrible fear, one he’d been trying to put out of his mind since the day his son was born. “Did something happen with your grandfather?”

           To his horror, Scorpius nodded.

           Draco reached out tentatively, put his hands on his son’s face. “Scorp, lad, please tell me what happened.”

           “You’ll hate me too.”

           “Hate you? I could never hate you, son. Never.” Draco tried to wipe some of the tears from Scorpius’ face, but more came. “Please tell me what happened.”

           Scorpius took a deep breath. “I told Grandfather…” a sob cut him off, and he took a deep breath. “I told him something, and he didn’t like it.”

           “Did he hurt you?”

           Scorpius shook his head so violently Draco lost his grip. “Not…he didn’t use his wand or—or anything. But it…it hurt, Da.”

           Draco pulled him into his arms then, ignoring the weak resistance. “I’m so sorry, love,” he whispered. “Whatever it was, I promise you can tell me and I won’t be cross. Just—please.”

           Scorpius held himself stiffly in Draco’s arms. “I told him that I went on a date.”

           “You did?” Scorpius hadn’t said a word to him or Tori about liking someone. “That’s nice. I suppose you might be a bit young, but that’s alright.”

           Instead of making Scorpius feel better, the reassurance seemed to make him worse, and he trembled and curled into himself. Draco stroked his hair, trying to think of why his father would be so angry?

           “Scorpius, is it because your date…” he hated what he was about to say, but he had a feeling he was on the right track. “She’s not pureblood, is she?”

           Scorpius bowed his head.

           “You know I don’t think that matters anymore, right?” Draco said desperately. He could still hear himself saying Mudblood when he was younger than Scorpius, secure in his superiority even though Granger was better than him at everything that counted. “I don’t care, and neither does your mum. Your grandfather won’t change his mind, but that doesn’t matter—”

           “He’s pureblood, Da,” Scorpius interrupted.

           Draco stared at him.

           “Well, I suppose he is. Harry’s halfblood, but they’re both magic, so I suppose he is.”

           Draco drew in a deep breath. “You went on a date with Albus Potter?”

           Scorpius nodded. “Last week during a Hogsmeade trip.”

           Draco nodded. It did make sense. They’d always been close. “I didn’t know you were interested in boys, Scorpius.”

           “I didn’t really know either,” Scorpius confessed. “And I don’t know that I am. I mean, I’m not interested in girls, but I’ve only ever really noticed him.”

           “Well, we’ll have to have a chat with him, me and Mum. We want to make sure that he knows to treat you properly, but I’m sure he already does.”

           “What?” Scorpius stared at him, and the shock in his eyes broke Draco’s heart. “You don’t—you don’t care?”

           “Of course I care! I’m happy for you, son. Keep it slow, though. You two are young, and—”

           “But you don’t care that he’s—well, he’s a boy?”

           “Not at all.” Draco froze. “Hold on, is that what your grandfather was angry about?”

           Scorpius nodded. “I only said his name, and Grandfather said that it was—it was the worst thing I could do, dating him.”

           “Right.” Draco pulled Scorpius close for a long moment, then kissed the top of his head. “Come with me, son.” He helped Scorpius out of his blanket cocoon.

           “Da?”

           “We’re going to have a word with your grandfather.”

           Scorpius was trembling, and Draco forced him to ask again. “Scorpius, tell me the truth. Did your grandfather harm you physically? Has he ever done that?”

           “No. But he’s threatened, once or twice. And I know…I know he hurt you.”

           Draco winced. “That was a long time ago.”

           Lucius Malfoy had been the rare abuser who restrained his physical violence after a confrontation from his wife. He’d thought what he was doing to his five year old son was normal, and was horrified when Narcissa set him straight, promising never to lay hand or wand on Draco again. But it took years, Azkaban and Scorpius’ birth for Lucius to realize that he’d done just as much damage with his tongue. Draco knew his father loved him as well as he could, but he’d always wished that he’d learned how to show that as easily as his anger and disappointment.

           He was damned if that would continue with Scorpius.

           “Scorp, look at me. I’m not going to let your grandfather hurt you. But this needs to be addressed now. Mum and I are fine with this, and if your grandfather isn’t, then he needs to know the consequences as soon as possible. You don’t have to say a word, okay?”

           Scorpius nodded, then reached out and took his father’s hand. He hadn’t done that since he was ten.

           Draco walked with his son, matching his pace with his boy. Lucius was still in the drawing room, which seemed to be his favourite room in Draco and Tori’s house. His face was drawn, and he stood when he saw Scorpius. He opened his mouth to speak, but Draco beat him to it.

           “Let me make this perfectly clear, Father: you have no right to tell my child who he can and cannot date. I suppose I should be grateful that you didn’t say anything about his blood status, the way you are. And so what if he’s a boy? As far as I’m concerned that’s the best way it could be, because this way the Malfoy line can end. Unless you want to father a child, Scorp, that’s fine—”

           “Draco,” his father cut him off. “I don’t care that Scorpius is gay.”

           “You don’t?”

           “Of course not! I had male lovers before your mother, including Yaxley, who was the gayest Death Eater, and that’s saying something. Why would that matter?”

           Scorpius was staring open mouthed at his grandfather. Draco controlled his own shock with difficulty. “So then…what’s the problem? You said it was terrible.”

           “Of course it is! He’s dating a child from a Potter-Weasley union!”

           “Alright, Father, enough. Those people are my friends now through some mercy of time and forgiveness, and they’re good and worthy. More than I ever could be. Blood purity is a ridiculous notion, and even if you won’t give it up Scorpius doesn’t have to support it!”

           “I understand that.”

           “Then what on earth is the problem?” Draco snapped.

           “He will never be their family!” Lucius whirled, his back to them. “The new regime has no room for the Malfoys, and you know this! Scorpius will learn soon enough. Perhaps it’s convenient and easy for him to be friends with Albus right now, but he will always be your son! Do you want that life for him?! Because I never wanted it for you!”

           “You’re scared he won’t fit in. You’re scared that they can’t love him.” Draco took a deep breath. “Father, they already do.”

           “You don’t know that.”

           “Yeah, I do. And they care about me, which is a much bigger surprise. I don’t talk about the Weasley family to you, Father, because I know it upsets you, but they’ve included Tori and Scorpius and I in a lot of family events. I’ve even got one of Molly Weasley’s jumpers.” He’d cried opening that package, cried and begged the kind old woman’s forgiveness for ever thinking of her as lesser, for bearing the Mark of the same people who’d killed her brothers and her son. She’d given him a handkerchief to wipe his face and a quick hug.

           “It wasn’t easy, it took time, and there were times I almost gave up for the same reasons that you’re worried about now. But they’re better than I am at seeing good in people, and they saw good in me I never noticed. Hermione Granger and I talk about politics together. Hermione Granger. Ron Weasley and I played on the same Quidditch team at the Easter holidays, and Harry…remember when he got injured in the fall? Ginny Flooed me right after Ron and Hermione, and said she did it because Harry would want me to know. And as for Scorpius…he’s one of their own, Father. They’ve never treated him differently. Even Neville Longbottom doesn’t, and he and I aren’t friends. We never will be, because I don’t particularly like him. But I admire and respect him, and mostly because he’s buried the hatchet. He didn’t have to do that. None of them did. But they’ve accepted me, and they’ve accepted my son.”

           Lucius looked towards the fire. “And now that they’re dating?”

           Draco looked at Scorpius. “Do Al’s parents know yet?”

           Scorpius nodded. “He told them in a letter; they already knew he was gay. Ginny wants me to come to tea tomorrow, and Harry said he was happy. Hermione couldn’t stop laughing.”

           Draco rolled his eyes. “Of course she couldn’t.” He had a sneaking suspicion Hermione had guessed about Al and Scorp a while ago, and was rather grateful the woman hadn’t interfered.

           Or if she had, she’d been subtle enough that her nephew and Scorpius didn’t know. There was a trace of Slytherin in Hermione Granger.

           Lucius put his hands together. “In that case…I’m sorry, Scorpius. I was worried about you, and I was very unclear about why. It appears that they were foundless worries as well. Will you forgive me?”

           “Will you come to my wedding?”

           “Scorpius, you’re thirteen,” Draco scolded.

           “I know,” Scorpius said, and the strength in his son’s eyes startled him. “But I might marry Albus Potter someday, and I want to know that you will come even though you don’t like his family. I know you don’t want to change, Grandfather, and I love you even though I think you’re wrong. I want to know that you’ll do me the same courtesy.”

           Lucius’ lips trembled, and he approached Scorpius with his hand held out. “I will, Scorpius,” he promised. “And perhaps it’s time for an old man to start reconsidering his ideas.”

           Draco couldn’t believe it.

           Scorpius shook Lucius’ hand, then fell against him. “I thought you hated me.”

           “I could never hate you,” Lucius promised, giving him an awkward hug. “I don’t understand this new world, and I fear the legacy you bring into it, but my prejudice should not disrespect your courage. We are family.” He met Draco’s eyes. “I need some practice at making that perfectly clear.”

           Draco nodded, his throat tight. “How about we all go for a walk in Scamander’s Hollow?” he asked. “Apparently there’s some migrations happening soon.”

           Scorpius’ eyes lit up. “Yeah! I’ll get my bag, Da!”

           “You’re not bringing home anything alive,” Draco called. “Your mother will have a fit!”

           He was left alone with his father, something he used to dread. Now he felt sorry for the old man, trapped in a mind that wouldn’t accept the new ways because he would have to face his own guilt, have to face his lack of superiority.  

           “I wasn’t a good father,” Lucius said abruptly.

           Once Draco would have corrected him, tried to soften the criticism, but Lucius held up a hand. “But I somehow managed to produce one. I’m proud of you, son, even though I don’t always understand you.”

           “Thank you, Father.”

[faithandfairies]

Regina Rising

And rise she did.

Hi, guys,

Okay, so I know I said I’d only be back in the fall and I will, but I’m taking a tiny break from my break because I’ve just read Regina Rising and I have to talk about it.

SPOILERS FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN’T READ THE BOOK.

First of all, this is probably the gayest book I’ve ever read without it actually being gay. It contains sentences that involve one girl accusing another of breaking their heart. One asking the other not to forget them even while they’re in love with another. And all I could think was this.

(x)

Then again I’m probably more likely to read things that way now when it comes to both Emma and Regina either separately or together just because I already have had the subtext flood over me without even trying to see it.

Furthermore, do not cross Regina. I think at this point the only person who can do it safely is Henry. 

Regina gets petty when jealous. Specifically when the person she likes romantically pays attention to another. She’ll try and draw their attention back to her. “Hmm, where have I seen this?”

(x) 

Oh, yeah. There it is! Of course right before this there was also Regina coming up with a plan to counteract Hook’s, trying to convince Emma to choose hers. Can’t forget that part.

Young Regina definitely had the makings of all of Regina we see later. There’s the naivete, the recklessness, the loyalty and willingness to do anything for those she loves, but also the strong, smart and strategic planning and ability to think on her feet and manipulate people and situations to her will. We see everything that made her so easy to take advantage of and what made her such a formidable, terrifying queen and not an enemy you’d want to have. Young Regina kind of reminds me quite a bit of princess Ariel. She is also definitely her mother’s daughter and I mean that in the most complimentary way possible.

Speaking of Cora, I did get the sense that Cora was able to love Regina even without her heart. It’s just that her idea of love was skewed. We still get a pretty good idea of the abuse Regina suffered at her hands. In some ways there are worse parents than Cora. Parents who hurt their children even worse physically just for breathing. It doesn’t excuse Cora’s treatment of Regina at all though. Sometimes it’s the parents who love us and think they are doing what is best for us that hurt us the most. Loving someone does not take away your ability to cause immense pain to the object of your affection.

This book has also made me more convinced than ever before that Regina is actually Cora’s firstborn and also not Henry Sr.’s biological child. I think she’s either the child of Leopold’s gardener or Rumple’s. On the show there are different things that made me think this. The most obvious one being that when Regina tells her mother she wants to run away with Daniel Cora says “The deals I had to make to get us out of poverty.” Us, not me. She could be talking about a time after she’s married prince Henry Sr. and Regina is born when the kingdom hits a rough patch. But we never see any of that. The only deals we see her make on the show are with Rumple (before she marries Henry Sr.) when she’s only a miller’s daughter, nothing more. Which suggests that when she meets Rumple Regina is already a factor. So either she’s pregnant with Regina or she’s already had Regina and we just don’t see her. The only time we see Cora pregnant on the show is when she’s pregnant with the gardener’s child. Then she gives birth to a child and we see her give up a red-headed child she’s introduced as Regina. This book confirms what I suspected. That the above, a pregnant Cora being blackmailed by the gardener who knocked her up and meeting Leopold happens before she gets tripped by Ava, leading to her encounter with Rumple. The book tells us that Ava trips Cora because of their history. It’s clear from the book that these two pretty much hate each other’s guts and that time hasn’t done much to lessen the hate. Another thing on the show that made me think Regina is the eldest between her and Zelena is that she literally acts the part of the older sister even while supposedly being younger. It’s my theory Zelena was introduced as Regina to the kingdom then Cora gave Zelena up and had Regina literally replace her. It’s possible that Cora had Regina stashed somewhere in the meantime, probably paying someone to look after her until she could smuggle her into the castle. All it would take on top of that is a forgetting potion here and there to make the ruse complete. Keeping Regina away from the kingdom for a while so they would chalk the changes up to nature doing its thing. The reason for it could be that Zelena is actually Rumple’s child and Cora was afraid of Zelena’s magical powers that were already present early on without practice. Probably because she’s the child of two magic users.Or it is because Regina could more easily pass for Henry Sr.’s child than a blue-eyed redhead. Or both. Either way I think it was Cora protecting herself and the life she’d built. On top of this, Regina being the “cause” of Cora losing the life she wanted (given Cora would have been pregnant with Regina when Leopold threw her out for lying about her pregnancy and stealing from him) also explains perfectly why Cora went to such great lengths to get it back through Regina. Have the child who lost Cora her idea of a happy ending reclaim it for her by pushing her into the exact same life with the exact same person Cora had wanted. I don’t approve but it makes a sick kind of sense if Cora secretly blamed Regina for losing her shot at being Queen to Leopold’s king. 

Which is another thing this book made me realize. I don’t think Cora ever became queen, her lifelong dream, through Henry Sr. since he was only a prince. Which is another reason she was so adamant that Regina become it.

Another thing I loved was the little story about giving your beloved an apple to mark the start of a journey. That as long as the love stays pure the apple will stay red and good. And all I could think was this.

(x)

The book has a lot more great tidbits. Backstories when it comes to different things we’ve seen on the show. All really great to read. Things that happened in ways I didn’t expect and hadn’t even thought about. Like the origin of the poison apple. And the story behind Regina’s scar.

The ending made me laugh. Don’t get me wrong it was horrible. I’m still debating whether it was worse than death horrible. But so very fitting. It also makes me think that karma is a bitch. 

All in all I thought it was a great book. Although I have to say I’m biased. I love the character of Regina and I imagine I’d love any story about her as long as it wasn’t completely out of character or stupid. Which this wasn’t. I could definitely reconcile the Regina found within the pages of this book with the versions we’ve seen on the show.

The story is not really fast-paced at all although there are some good, meaty moments. It’s basically a month in the life of 16-year old Regina Mills. It’s very character-driven and the focus surprisingly is on Regina’s first friendship. With a girl.

This book has only convinced me more that most of the characters on the show represent either Emma or Regina or an aspect of them.

I’ve even made a list in my head:

Characters representing Regina: Mulan, Lily, Pinocchio, Belle (sometimes), Hook (sometimes-especially when it comes to their backgrounds and how they feel about it), the Black Fairy (sometimes)

Characters representing Emma: Daniel, Aurora, Tink, Belle (sometimes), Robin (as Emma is/ as the thief she used to be), Marian (Emma’s savior aspect/image) and now, Claire (from the book).

The only characters I can’t completely place are Mal and Snow.

When it comes to all the other characters except for Hook, Robin and Marian, I think they represent Emma and Regina in different stages of their relationship with each other/ of their lives. I think that the meeting we see at the beginning of the show wasn’t their first. They’ve probably met several times throughout their lives. 

Lily/Emma represents the mutual innocence of their friendship from Emma’s side. Claire/ Regina does so from Regina’s side. In both cases there is betrayal. Both of them feel betrayed in their own versions of events.

Then there’s Daniel/Regina that gives us the innocent romantic, naive (frolicking in meadows) side to the relationship. And I think what this part tells us is that someone spilled the beans about the relationship to Cora, which did not end well. I’m inclined to think it was either Emma or Regina herself, naively thinking her mother would be okay with it. Which I think ended in both their heartbreak.

Claire and Regina’s story and basically the entire show of these two jumping into men they don’t really love their arms especially when it looks like they can’t have each other even while I feel they love each other makes me wonder if Regina somehow pushed Emma into a guy’s arms somehow.

Tink/Regina’s story line makes me think that at some point Emma reached out to Regina but that Regina would have none of it. That she ended up doing something that hurt Emma instead. 

Mulan/Aurora’s story line makes me think that Regina at one point tried to reach out to Emma as well but something made her choose not to do so. If we’re to take Aurora’s story literally possibly Emma being pregnant and together with the father of her baby.

As for Robin and Marian representing Emma. I think that’s definitely the case for season 4. Robin and Emma’s story lines relating to Regina parallel each other perfectly. As Robin breaks up with Regina, there is also a “breakup” with Emma. When Robin and Regina get back together even though he leaves afterwards the split is amicable and Emma and Regina get closer.

As for Marian. Marian literally represents Emma’s savior aspect. She saves Marian because it’s what she does. Even though she shouldn’t have. Even though it could have far-reaching negative consequences. She does it anyway, because that is what saviors do. Marian is a personification of the savior Emma is. Living and breathing proof that stood the test of time. Part of Regina also happens to hate Emma’s savior image. Because it’s the part of Emma that will always put everyone else first. Even if it kills her. Making sure everyone else has their happy ending as much as possible even if it means she can’t be happy. Marrying a guy, having a traditional life because that is what will make her parents happy. Being Hook’s happy ending because that’s what he says will make him happy. We actually see Marian do this by telling Regina that if Robin chooses Regina she will step aside. Emma’s saviordom is also the part of Emma that can’t reconcile Regina’s darkness, can’t really understand it or condone it. That’s why the moment Marian sets foot in town and Emma personally introduces her to Regina she is the one who sees only the worst parts of Regina. Her return, alive and well, is the reason Regina and Emma are at odds with each other more than ever before. Something that only starts to mend once Marian’s frozen not long after Emma herself almost froze to death. Then Emma and Regina’s relationship only heals completely and becomes stronger than ever after Marian leaves town. And I think after she returns she’s Zelena so she no longer represents savior Emma but Regina’s Evil Queen.

Then there is Mal and Snow.

There’s the Regina/Mal relationship, the Regina/ baby Emma relationship, the Emma/Snow relationship and the Regina/Snow relationship.

To me the first two have something in common. They both have the innocent younger component vs. the supposedly older vixen out to somehow corrupt them. 

In the Regina/ Mal story line Regina is the young, innocent, unsuspecting woman walking into the lion’s dragon’s den. There is a distinct sexual tone to that relationship but it’s almost predatory.

In the Regina/baby Emma story line Regina is the very sexual/sensual Evil Queen a loving mother is trying to protect her innocent baby (Emma) from.

In both of these I’m inclined to believe that it’s nothing more than symbolism. I don’t truly believe that Emma was an innocent baby although Regina is most likely a few years older than her. 

Again, the Claire/Regina, Lily/Emma and Daniel/ Regina story lines suggests that they were both on pretty equal footing although all of these also suggest betrayal.

With Mal it could still be a past relationship of Regina’s. Or it’s an aspect of Regina herself. Mulan also happens to represent a dragon. Lily is actually Mal’s dragon daughter. Which given that I truly think Lily is Regina complicates and confuses things.

Then there is the Regina/Snow relationship when Snow was a child and Regina a teenager. Where Regina blames Snow for the life she’s had. In the book when things go south Regina blames everyone. But most of all, she blames herself. So it’s possible the same goes for the show. That Snow represents Regina. That Regina needed someone to blame for the way her life turned out and she blamed herself. But the snow white, innocent version of herself that was naive and childish enough to think the way she did and make the decisions she made. She hates that version of herself until she ends up hating who she becomes more than who she used to be.

Then there’s the Snow/Emma relationship which was a mother protecting her in her eyes innocent child from being corrupted by a gorgeous woman’s sexual prowess by pushing her into the closet and throwing away the key. Then there’s the fact that Snow and Emma were friends but they never quite fully developed the mother-daughter relationship. 

Considering that the show and book all have this theme of these women seemingly either falling into men’s arms when it seems they can’t have each other or pushing each other into men’s arms, I wonder if one possibly pushed the other back into the closet. That they maybe came out to take a risk on the relationship but were then rejected and retreated back into the closet. Only for the other to maybe even change their minds but it then being too late for some reason. Maybe because of a wedding or pregnancy?

Anyway, I’d definitely recommend this book to fans of the character Regina. It’s not the best book I’ve ever read but in my opinion it’s in character, it connects nicely with the show and adds to it. And it does keep you engaged. It’s also a quick read, a much smaller book than I expected it to be. Which, while I wish it had been longer worked out well for me since it made it easy to carry with me.

And I love it just for the fact that to me it is a nice, realistic addition to Regina’s backstory and I’m always up for that.

[andromeda---galaxy]

Their new place

Helen stands in the doorway of the apartment with her arms crossed over her chest, cocking her head at them. Philip breathes hard through his mouth as he struggles to keep his hold on the couch, glancing at Lukas quickly. Lukas is looking at his dad, whose brows are furrowed in concentration, and Gabe is in front, backing in through the door.

 “Come on, men,” Helen says. “Just a little bit farther.”

 “By the window?” Philip gasps.

 “Why did we pick the heaviest couch of all time, man?” Lukas asks, looking over at Philip briefly.

 “I never would have imagined, looking at it,” Gabe says.

 “Last haul,” Helen says, stepping aside and motioning to the empty space by the window.

 They all inch over, audibly groaning when they let it down to the ground. Philip looks up at Bo and sees him bracing his hands on his hips, peering up at the ceiling.

“Good job giving the orders there, babe,” Gabe says, grinning over at her.

 “Gabe and I can manage the desk on our own,” Bo says, briefly nodding at Lukas before starting back towards the door.

 “Last really heavy thing is the dresser, right?” Lukas asks. He’s leaning on the arm of the couch, still breathing hard.

 “Yeah,” Bo says. “The mattress, uh…isn’t gonna be a problem.”

 “Yeah, we should be able to manage everything else except the dresser,” Gabe says. “We’ll be right back.” Gabe steps aside so Bo can go first, and then he closes the door behind them.

 Before Philip knows it Lukas is closing the space between them, wrapping an arm around his waist and pressing kiss after kiss to his cheek.

 Philip chuckles, leaning into him. “Didn’t think you’d be able to move that fast after the whole couch ordeal.”

 “Yeah, well,” Lukas says, kissing his him again.

 “Still can’t do that in front of your dad, Lukas?” Helen asks, sitting down on the couch and dragging one of their boxes labeled bathroom towards her. “It’s been a while now.”

 “Yeah, I try to…avoid any and all confrontation with him,” Lukas says, his arm still wrapped around Philip. “But he’s gotten a lot better. He, uh, got us a blu-ray player.”

 “What?” Philip asks, looking at him. “Really?”

 “Yeah,” Lukas says, a little bit of color flooding into his cheeks. “And, uh…a movie. Top Gun. For some reason.”

 Helen snorts, looking down at the hand towels she’s holding.

 “So, I guess he’s trying,” Lukas says, shrugging at Philip.

 “That’s good,” Helen says. “I think it’ll get even better when he’s missing you these next couple months. Because I’m not exactly expecting you guys to be visiting every day.”

 “Every day is asking a lot,” Philip says, smiling at her. “But I doubt we’re gonna go a full month without coming home. Neither one of us are gonna have class on the weekends.”

 Helen narrows her eyes at them and Philip feels Lukas stiffen a little bit. “We’ll see,” she says. “I think you might go wild with this newfound freedom.”

 Lukas looks at Philip and there’s a bit of a twinkle in his eye, an expression Philip has learned to know well.

 “By the way, boys,” Helen says, and they turn towards her again “We got you guys two security cameras, one for the back window and one for the front door. They’re very small so people won’t be able to see them easily. They run off apps on your phones, I’ve installed them already, and there’s an option for you to alert the necessary authorities if you see anything you don’t like.” She nods, smiling.

 “Wait,” Lukas says, shaking his head. “You installed the apps already?”

 “Yeah,” she says, simply.

 “On both of our phones?” Lukas asks, and Philip can’t help it, covering his mouth to try and muffle a laugh.

 “Yes sir,” Helen says.

 “How did you…” Lukas shakes his head, looking at Philip in confusion. “How did you get my phone?” He pats his pocket to make sure it’s still there, eyeing her.

 “I have my ways, Lukas,” she says, taking each towel out of the box one by one, making a neat pile beside her.

 “It wasn’t me,” Philip says, grinning at him.

 “Come on,” Helen says. “Let’s get everything set up.”

 Philip can tell by how slow she’s moving that Helen is trying to make this last, and it warms his heart to know that she doesn’t want to leave him. Bo and Gabe bring up the dining room table and chairs, and the boys help Helen decorate the bathroom. Lukas whispers in Philip’s ear when he’s putting their toothbrushes in their holder.

 “I’m definitely not one of those gay dudes that’s good at interior decorating,” Lukas says, seriously.

 Philip snorts, putting away the ridiculous amount of extra soap Helen had bought them. “You don’t have to be gay to be good at interior decorating, Lukas.”

 “I know, but some of those gay dudes…really are,” Lukas says, tipping Philip’s toothbrush a little closer to his own. “And I’m not one of them.”

 “You’re ridiculous,” Philip says, an overwhelming feeling of love washing over him.

 By the time they’re done in the bathroom Helen has already started on their bedroom, putting together their bedframe and putting on the sheets and comforter on the mattress. They have so many pillows, more than Philip has ever seen in someone’s house. They get the dresser inside, and Gabe and Bo put down the end tables but don’t stay to unpack the clothes, retreating back into the living room to set up the TV. Helen drags Philip and Lukas into the kitchen to set up their appliances and put away their dishes. They stock the cabinets and the fridge with all the groceries they’d picked up on the way over here, emptying out the four coolers Bo had brought along. When they’re done Philip turns around to find Bo and Gabe sitting and watching Top Gun, and Bo has a strange, incredulous look on his face. Philip sees Lukas’s bike sitting in the corner, and knows he still hasn’t decided where he wants to keep it.

 “Wow,” Helen says, crossing her arms over her chest. “You guys are really making headway.”

 “It’s all done,” Gabe says, grinning at her. “There’s nothing left in the truck.”

 “You put up the cameras?” Helen asks.

 “Yes, dear,” Gabe says.

 “I have a feeling she’s gonna be watching those feeds,” Lukas whispers in Philip’s ear. “I wonder if there’s a camera hidden inside somewhere.”

 “Doubt it,” Philip says softly, looking at him. “I think we’ve traumatized them too many times when they came home early.”

 “Alright,” Helen sighs, looking at them. “I guess we need to get going. Let you two get settled in on your own.” She looks over at Gabe and he nods, slapping Bo on the shoulder before he stops the movie.

 “You can call us whenever,” Gabe says, as he and Bo walk over. “For anything. And if you need us, we’ll be here.”

 “Same goes for me,” Bo says. “Don’t…be afraid to call. Either of you.” He makes eye contact with Philip, which is sort of a rare thing, and nods.

 “No skipping class,” Helen says.

 “As if we would,” Philip says, catching a sly smile on Lukas’s face when he looks over at him.

 “Okay, come here,” Helen says, drawing Philip in. Something catches in his throat as he hugs her and he squeezes his eyes shut tight. He hugs Gabe next and then both of them at once, briefly hearing Bo say I love you to Lukas. Helen and Gabe say it to Philip too, and he tries to keep the tears from springing to his eyes when he says it back.

 When he pulls away from Helen and Gabe, Bo pats Philip awkwardly on the shoulder. “Take care of each other,” he says.

 “We will,” Philip says.

 They all move towards the door slowly, opening it and all sort of talking at once, saying goodbyes, giving advice, and Philip doesn’t think he can take this much longer. He sees Helen wave one more time and then the door is closed, the three of them out of sight. He and Lukas stand there for a second, unmoving.

 “I feel like they’re gonna bust through again,” Lukas says.

 “Me too,” Philip replies, taking a brief step forward.

 “You should lock the door,” Lukas says, and Philip snorts, turning around to shake his head at him. They both wander over and peer through the peephole, only seeing an empty hallway. He locks the door.

 “Looks like they’re—”

 Lukas takes his face in his hands and kisses him hard, pulling him forward until their bodies are crushed together. Philip is surprised at first but he acclimates quickly, sinking his hands into Lukas’s hair.

 “We’re alone for real,” Lukas says against his lips. “For real for real.”

 “This is our place,” Philip says, smiling wide. “Even though we’re not paying for it, it’s still ours.”

 “Ours,” Lukas says, kissing him again. “Both of ours.”

 “That bed in there—”

 “That’s our bed,” Lukas says, and he groans a little bit, biting at Philip’s bottom lip.

 “And we own one movie,” Philip says, his hands sliding down Lukas’s neck. “That has one of the gayest scenes in all of cinema—”

 “Is that why he fucking bought it for us?” Lukas asks, reeling back a little bit with a disgusted look on his face.

 “I have no idea,” Philip says, smiling. “Probably.”

 Lukas’s eyes dart around for a moment before landing on Philip again. “God. I mean. Jesus. I just don’t know.”

 “It’s a step in the right direction,” Philip says, leaning in and kissing the corner of his mouth.

 “I guess,” Lukas says. “But I’m not attracted to Tom Cruise or Val Kilmer.”

 “Even old school Top Gun Val Kilmer? That’s prime Val Kilmer,” Philip says, running his hands up and down Lukas’s back.

 “Nope,” Lukas says. He leans back so he can kiss Philip’s forehead and Philip sighs, closing his eyes. “You’re the only guy for me.”

 Philip’s ears go hot and he feels his stomach doing flips. “Is that why you’re living with me? Right here, in this place, that’s ours?”

 “That is exactly why,” Lukas says, bringing their mouths together again.

 They make dinner together and Lukas puts on their playlist, letting it fill up the air in their new apartment. He keeps swaying his hips and bumping into Philip as they stand in front of the stove, and Philip is pretty goddamn proud of them for managing to make grilled cheese and soup without getting distracted by each other and burning the place down. They eat at their little dining room table and Lukas lights a candle, the two of them sitting across from each other and laughing whenever they start to smile.

 They move over to the couch one they’ve deposited the dishes in the dishwasher, and Lukas doesn’t forget to blow out the candle.

 They just might survive living alone.

 Philip looks around once he’s sitting there with Lukas’s feet in his lap, vaguely watching him as he tries to program the cable box they got that morning.

 “This is ridiculous,” Lukas says. “We shoulda had the guy come out.”

 Philip hardly hears him. This place is theirs and they have everything. Things he never had before he moved to Tivoli, before Helen and Gabe took him in, before he fell for Lukas. They’ve got a leather couch, an easy chair. A coffee table with coasters. Brand new furnishings, a freezer that makes three different kinds of ice. So many pillows and blankets that he can hardly count them all.

 “What’s wrong?” Lukas asks, and Philip hadn’t noticed their change in position, Lukas up close to him now with a hand at the back of his neck. “What’s wrong, you okay?”

 “Yeah,” Philip says, his voice catching. “Sorry I—I was just thinking.”

 “About what?” Lukas asks softly, caressing his knee. “You’ve got that look on your face.”

 “Just…looking at everything we’ve got,” Philip says, turning towards him and shifting his mouth to the side, trying to keep the tears from falling. “I never really—I never really expected a life like this. All this stuff that’s ours. This nice apartment, five minutes away from campus.” He searches Lukas’s eyes, so deep and vibrant. “And you. I—I never expected you.”

 Lukas runs his thumb over Philip’s lips. “I never expected you, either.” He scoots closer and kisses him, and Philip can’t help it now, a few tears falling down onto his cheeks. “We are gonna take care of each other,” Lukas whispers.

 “I know,” Philip says, his chest tight. “Of course we are.”

 Lukas smiles, nuzzling his nose against Philip’s cheek. “Let me take care of you now, baby,” he whispers, kissing the hinge of Philip’s jaw.

 Philip closes his eyes and nods, letting Lukas ease him back until they’re lying down. Philip moans when Lukas kisses him again and can feel his heart in his throat when Lukas reaches down, slipping his hand into Philip’s sweatpants.

 “You haven’t been wearing underwear this whole time?” Lukas asks, and Philip can’t find his voice as Lukas wraps deft fingers around him. “The whole drive? Wow, Philip.”

 “Shut up,” Philip gasps, arching up into his grasp.

 Lukas works him steady, kissing the tip of his nose, his cheeks, pressing the smallest chaste kiss against his lips. “I love watching you when I touch you,” Lukas whispers. “Love the way your mouth falls open like that.”

 “Jesus,” Philip breathes.

 “Love how your eyebrows knit together,” Lukas says, breathing hot against Philip’s lips. “Does it feel good, baby?”

 “So good, Lukas,” Philip says, groaning when Lukas twists his wrist and starts pumping him faster.

 “God, Philip,” Lukas says, thrusting against his thigh. “God, I’m yours. I’m yours.”

 Philip’s vision is going hazy but Lukas is clear above him, his hand stuttering but still keeping pace. Philip clutches at his hips, slipping his thumb through Lukas’s belt loop so he can feel every movement he makes. Their words fail them and they just breathe hot into each other’s space, Lukas’s free hand caressing Philip’s cheek, and it doesn’t take long before Philip starts shaking, turning his face into Lukas’s shoulder as he comes apart. Lukas guides him through it, squeezing his eyes shut tight when he follows.

 Philip breathes hard, pressing a kiss to Lukas’s collarbone.

 “I’m not taking my hand out of your pants,” Lukas says.

 Philip snorts. “Ever?”

 “For…a bit,” Lukas says, kissing his neck. “We’re not ruining this couch. Everything else is fair game.”

 “Oh my God,” Philip says, shaking Lukas as he laughs. “You’re the one who started shit out here.”

 “I can’t help myself when I’m around you,” Lukas says.

 “We live together now,” Philip says, smiling when Lukas pulls back a little to look at him. “You’re always gonna be around me. We even have two classes together.”

 “Those professors are gonna get quite the show,” Lukas says, grinning when Philip pokes him in the side. “Anyways, we need to christen the kitchen counter. And the dining room table.”

 “I won’t be able to let anyone in here, especially your dad and Helen and Gabe, knowing we’ve had sex on every surface,” Philip says.

 “Just forget you know,” Lukas says, leaning down to kiss him. His hand is still shoved down Philip’s pants and Philip laughs, shaking his head. “Hey,” Lukas says, pulling away. “We could use those cameras to spy on the neighbors.”

 “Oh my God,” Philip says again, laughing and pushing at him. “We gotta get up. Just wipe your hand on the inside of my pants.”

 “Fine,” Lukas says, doing it. “Oh, let’s go get a shower! We’ve only taken a shower together once, this is perfect timing.”

 “Okay,” Philip says, still smiling as they start to get up. His legs still feel like jelly but before he knows it Lukas is picking him up, hurling him over his shoulder. “Holy shit, Lukas! What are you doing?” He can’t help but laugh as he feels Lukas’s arm go secure around the backs of his knees, and he yelps when Lukas nips at his hip.

 “Carrying you over the bedroom threshold, what do you think?” Lukas says.

 Philip is smiling so hard he thinks his face is going to split in half.

 Their couch. Their TV. Their shower. Their bed. Their place.

 They’re going to love it here.

[entityrose-blog]

This needs to be talked about.

So I was playing Google Feud, which is a pretty fun game. But anyone who’s played the game for more than a few days knows that the answers on this game come from the actual searches on Google.

I put down ‘gay’ because (I’m not going to lie, okay?) I was feeling really just happy and I was in that state you get in after dying laughing, and if I’m being honest, I don’t have a just reason for putting it down other than a joke. But when I saw the answer I can assure you that it didn’t feel like a joke anymore.

Being bisexual myself, I know that I’ve wondered if it was okay and whatnot. But for ‘gay’ to be the top result out of the hundreds of words that could have come after ‘is it wrong to be’ is something that needs to be discussed. Even ‘asexual’ is in the 5k spot, and it shows more people are concerned about their sexuality than…. argh I don’t know what.

It’s most definitely okay to be any type of sexuality, any type of gender, or have any types of preferences as long as you don’t disrespectfully force them on other people. It’s okay to be the gayest gay person ever and fantasize about sucking someone off or maybe putting that kink you have to use or be transgender as well. The point is, yes, it is important to accept your sexuality/gender/kinks/everything as part of yourself, and heck, embrace it.

Changing topics, directly underneath ‘gay’, it says ‘white’. Hold the eff up for a second and let me try to say this without coming off as racist.

It is definitely okay to be white! It’s okay to be black, red, blue, purple, green, orange, pink, neon, or a fricking rainbow. (Although don’t bleach your skin like Michael Jackson did, that cannot be healthy for you.) You cannot change your skin color either, so that’s another thing. And while some people will always be racist, you cannot change who you are. I have even gone through a time when I questioned if it was socially acceptable to be white. My dad worked in the military and that caused us to live in Japan for seven years. I attended Japanese school (where I basically had to learn, speak, write, and read Japanese when I was three years old) and let me make this very clear. I was the only white kid that had EVER gone to that school. I barely had any friends, and the ones I did didn’t really like me that much compared to their Japanese friends (it wasn’t a matter of smarts either, I was the top of the class in almost every subject, including Japanese. This was also when I was 5-9 years old, approximately.). It was pure racism. I was bullied (physically and mentally; I was beat up on a daily basis (and keep in mind these are FIVE-NINE YEAR-OLD CHILDREN)) for three years starting when I was five, and much of the fourth before my family moved back to the United States, and I actually made the best friends of my life (Who aren’t white, by the way. Well, some of them.) The moral of this story? Even I have struggled of my skin color and have been discriminated against, and I’m still here and can say to myself and all of you that it is perfectly fine to be white.

The third one, ‘strong’, is going to be something that doesn’t need much elaboration.

Be the strongest you can be. Whether it is mentally, physically, emotionally, or spiritually, be the best you can. And if you do feel the need to break down and cry, that’s okay. Let it happen. Crying doesn’t show that a person is weak- it shows that the person has been strong for too long.

We can skip the 7k category- that depends on if you want to be or not and your family’s beliefs.

The 6k category- a loner. This is something else I’m going to take from my experiences, and I honestly can say it varies from person to person, and the different personalities that those people have. I have a naturally clingy/attention-seeking personality, but I am very much so made and existing to be a loner. This results in a(n often unhealthy) combination of me wanting attention but also not wanting to stray too close to people in fear of getting too attached. It sometimes hurts me a little bit, but I can’t help it. It’s in my natural instinct to be alone- I proved this by doing an experiment by telling my friends to cut ties with me for a week, and that week went by so easily without them it was unbelievable. When that week was over, I discovered that I could barely stand my friends and much preferred the solitude that I was in the previous week. I drifted away from them for two days after that before my craving for attention/clinginess brought me back to them. I haven’t done that experiment again in fear of losing them, but I have been becoming increasingly more clingy to certain people (sorry Solstice  ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ). But the point it, yes, it is completely okay to be a loner. As long as it does not affect you negatively in any way, like it did with me and my friend’s relationships.

Next, the 4k category. Greed is one of the seven deadly sins (not the anime, unfortunately) and a quick thesaurus.com search told me it is essentially the same as selfishness (I kinda knew that already but I wanted to make sure).

If I’m being honest, I think we are all selfish in our own ways. I’m selfish- I crave attention and I desperately hold on to whatever pride I have left after an argument. I’m horrible, in a sense. I won’t be satisfied without the last word, I won’t apologize even when I know I’m in the wrong, and I will somehow twist the story of what happened to try and make me in the right anyways. I’ll say really mean stuff that I wouldn’t want to if I wasn’t trying to hold onto it, and even though I’ll regret it, I won’t do a dang thing about it.

I am only using myself as an example, and I’m putting myself on display, in a sense. It’s the cold, hard, truth, and in order to protect myself, I can be a complete bitch. All because I am selfish.

3k. This is a very sensitive subject to many people I know, and one of my friends struggled with this last year (miss you, Paris) even though he is a fricking string bean. This also represents most body image problems, too, and they suck. And if I’m being honest, I have no idea to convey this in simple words just because the magnitude of this issue. I almost got into some major trouble because of this issue, too. I woke up one day after someone in a dream had called me fat, then stripped down, took a look at myself in the mirror, and proceeded to evaluate every single part of myself that was inadequate. I had thoughts of diets running through my head, ways I could slim myself down, make myself look more appealing. Maybe take some weight off the stomach, add some to the chest. Then I checked online for the normal weight of teens my age, weighed myself, and found I’m actually normal, and with that little awakening, started to realize that I was thinking about absolute crap, and proceeded to throw the list of dieting styles I should try in the trash can. I am a very mentally strong person, and I was able to snap myself out of it before any serious harm came to me. Others are not the same.

If you are unsatisfied with your body, I encourage you to make a list of the things you find unsatisfactory and then start working on a healthy way to resolve those issues. If you can’t change something healthily, then don’t do it. If you want to lose weight, either cut down on food intake (not by a lot, do it gradually) or start playing a sport. Never go for those diets that say you’ll lose more than two pounds per month. It isn’t healthy to drop fifteen pounds per month- two is the maximum to go. And if you want it quickly, well then I’m sorry- there’s nothing I can do to speed the time up.

If you want to put on some weight, don’t binge-eat. That will just create more problems for you in the future, instead of just gaining weight. Add to your food intake slowly, and make sure you aren’t gaining more than two pounds per month. Remember, patience is key.

I can’t think of more body image issues right now, but if you want to change something about yourself, 1. make sure it is logical. 2. make sure you can do it in a healthy way. & 3. have patience.

Number 2k. Angry with god- that’s one that I may be at a loss for. I’ll try to turn this more to religion in general, but not force it on anyone at the same time.

You are perfectly allowed to be angry at god, for whatever reason! Life does get unfair sometimes, and if you can't blame it on anyone you know, sometimes maybe you want a greater being to blame it on? That's okay! Maybe you don't even believe in God at all, however, which is still okay. Any religion is allowed, whether it's Christian, Muslim, Aethiest, or others (I don't think I spelled that right, I'm so sorry.) Anyone is accepted.

And finally- single. I have only a few words for you.

Love yourself so nobody has to.

Maybe spread this around with people you know? Reblog and stuff? I want my message to reach as many people as it can.

If anyone wants to talk about anything, just shoot me a message.

Thanks for reading,

Rose.