#btw it gets even queerer

[bookwyrminspiration]

i KNOW i was going to say something else but i am actually curled up about the teraeth janel and kihrin dynamic. i am holding them gently in my hands looking fearfully at the rest of the series but holding them gently regardless. they are SO BLORBO. ALSO THURVISHAR.

LITERALLY!! I have said time and time again how I get tired of romances and am just here for the fantasy, but whatever Kihrin/janel/teraeth have going on is SO important and special to me. It's intrinsically tied to the story, but doesn't dominate. There's still a fuck ton of other things going on, but their tension and relationships have their place within all that. Because our relationships to others are important and do shape us and our world

I love each of their characters individually and the people they become when near each other. For better or for worse. janel's ferocity and Kihrin's ridiculous charm and Teraeth's expressive skill. All the different histories between them, how they've been dragged into this mess together and now they have to get out of it together. Even if sometimes they want to stab each other and they infuriate each other seemingly to death. I could not pick one of them over the other Jenn has someone created a group who are all so blorbo-able

And Thurvishar is part of that group! He's so composed and smart and endearing. Especially when something does finally get under his skin or ruffle him, since it tells us so much. Thinking about that scene where he's like "okay this isn't funny anymore guys I AM actually quite good at magic you know" when his portals weren't working. He's got the air of someone refined and quiet and contemplative--and he is! But he's also the fourth hellwarrior. Which means he's a cheeky little shit sometimes. Because what other kind of person would volunteer for something like this? And when we get to see those moments they're beautiful. I love his snark and commentary in the footnotes.

When I started this series I thought Thurvishar D'Lorus was some weird narrator we'd never see who only existed to provide footnotes, but oh how wrong I was <3

[justhereforthecupcakes]

Queer does not mean gay or trans — it is not limited to four letters. Queer is an umbrella term for anyone who does NOT fit the cisgender and/or heterosexual boxes. If you do not fit in either category YOU ARE QUEER AND BELONG IN LGBTQIA+.

Nobody gets to say any different. Not the “I’ve been here longer than you” crowd, certainly not the Allies because that’s not what the A stands for.

And btw? As an Ace I am so far from heterosexuality I’m not even on the spectrum. You don’t get any queerer than that.

happy pride to all my aspecs and arospecs out there

happy pride to asexuals

happy pride to aromantics

happy pride to aplatonics

happy pride to aroaces

happy pride to alloaces

happy pride to alloaros

happy pride to het aces/aros

happy pride to demi romantics/sexuals

happy pride to grey romantics/sexuals

happy pride to ace/arospecs in platonic, romantic, and/or sexual relationships, or relationships that dont fit into any of those categories

happy pride to ace/arospecs who aren't in relationships and never want to be

happy pride to people who use microlables to describe their ace/arospec identity

we are all valid and we belong in this community no matter what anyone says. we deserve pride too.

[forkaround]

sometimes it's not about having all the rights and liberties. sometimes it's about being happy despite not having them.

Like, yes, it's really great to have legal rights. But that's a long fight and it shouldn't mean that your happiness should be put on hold till then.

This is about QLs, btw.

Most of them are made in conservative countries. Only Taiwan has the legal right to marriage but does that mean that only Taiwan should get to make queer media?

I mean, murder is illegal everywhere and yet it being shown in everything isn't complained about. But QLs are constantly criticized coz the country they are made in doesn't have marriage equality or social acceptance. Have you wonder why?

Why can't Thailand, S Korea, Japan, etc make these shows without being labelled fetishistic? Despite the fact that they are not, despite how many people discover their own queerness through these shows, despite how it offers a refugee to queer people, one of love, something that's rare in the rest of the world?

Have these people wondered that living in a country with legal rights is a luxury? That it's not like that for 90% of the world? Have they gotten so comfortable with it that they've forgotten that they didn't have it less than half a century ago?

I'm Indian. The state of the country about queer rights is abhorrent but BLs have gotten popular. Maybe it's the older BLs that give a comfortable feel and people venture into the more heavier/queerer ones. Maybe you just enjoy the queer ones there are. Because let me tell you India doesn't make these. The Western shows are too steeped in their own pop-culture for an average person to truly understand and thus enjoy it or it's too raunchy/sexy for many to be comfortable with. But S Korean BLs, chaste Japanese BLs, soft Thai BLs, India gets that. India can understand that. India can talk about that.

So while you sit on a moral high horse please try to understand the rest of the world does not share your perspective. It does not share your freedoms. And claiming these to be fetishistic only makes people who are already uncomfortable even more so. It makes people not want to explore these stories and parts of themselves they want to understand.

[aggravatetheaxe]

JJ I need Nathan and Pickles to passionately make love or I think I'll die

You got it!

I Could Drink a Case of You (Nathan x Pickles)

sequel to this drabble: x

"Will you stop with the romantics already?" Distressed, Pickles pulled his wrist away and collapsed on the bed next to Nathan, staring up at the ceiling again. "This ain't helping."

When Nathan said nothing, Pickles glanced at him. Hurt shone bare on the vocalist's face, and Pickles's heart started again. A warm shiver of guilt racked his body.

He sat up, looking down, and moved his knee to nudge Nathan's gently. "M'sorry. That ... didn't come out right. Fuck." A deep inhale. "I don't know what ta - I'm - I'm all tangled up inside like a stupid, gay extension cord."

cw: GAY PEOPLE, alcohol reference, angst that pays off (happy ending), very fluffy sex, Pickles is trans btw

words: 3,119

soundtrack: x but tbh i wrote most of the sex scene listening to this song

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Pickles's room on the Dethbus was almost the same size as his room in Mordhaus, but at the moment, it felt like the walls were closing in on him.

He sat on the edge of his bed, leg bouncing, head in one hand and phone in the other. As he stared at the screen, message after message, tweet after tweet, headline after headline scrolled past his eyes: DETHKLOK GAY? @realnathanexplosion What was with u and pickles tonite? @pickltheedrumerztweter Why did nathan smell you... WHAT DOES PICKLES SMELL LIKE? Pickles, call me immediately. Pickles, pick up the phone. Pickle r u ok you not come out of ur room? want u coke and groupies? HELLOOOOS PICKLE!! I think they kissed??? Homosexual Mishap At Dethklok Peru Concert...

What the fuck had Nathan done?

Pickles couldn't deny he was freaking out. He'd spent most of his life hiding the queerer parts of himself for the sake of his career - and in one evening, Nathan had reversed all that work. He wasn't half as impulsive or rash as Pickles; this was known. So why? Why do something so fucking reckless?

It was like Nathan wasn't scared at all.

Pickles threw his phone across the bed with a groan, squeezing his eyes shut briefly. When he glanced up, the bottle of Crystal Head on his writing desk shone like a beacon. He'd thought about drinking - had reached for the big bottle a half dozen times since shutting himself in his room - but for once ... for once, he didn't want to get drunk.

For once, he didn't want to forget, even stressful as the situation was. He wanted to remember that what happened up there was real and not some booze-fueled dream. Nathan had nuzzled and kissed his throat in front of the whole world.

Out of everyone currently blowing up Pickles's phone, Pickles himself was probably the most shocked.

"Fuck," he whispered, scrubbing his face with both hands. "Nate..."

With a frustrated growl, he flopped backward onto the bed, legs still hanging off the edge, to squint at the ceiling. It really didn't help that his tighty-whiteys were soaked through and stuck to him now. That kiss had been so dangerous, maybe career-ruining, but he couldn't deny it had been good. Exactly what he'd wished for.

Careful what you wish for, I guess.

Pickles flung his arm over his eyes ... then removed it and rubbed them with his fists, then stood to start pacing restlessly. He'd only made a few turns before the handle on his door twisted and it slid open.

"Hey! Didn't I - " Face already red, he turned to confront whomever had intruded. He'd specifically told everyone to leave him alone, and locked the door, but -

But Nathan had a key.

And there he stood, filling the doorway.

"Sorry, uh. Sorry, Pickles." He shuffled from foot to foot, a far cry from the man who had commanded the stage earlier that night ... a far cry from the dark god who had ministered that fucking kiss. "I know you, uh ... wanted to be left alone. But I thought. Y'know."

Pickles clenched his fists, turning more fully toward his friend. He tried to keep his voice steady. "You thought. Right. Nate ... what didja think you were doin' up there? Have you seen the fuckin' internet? They're callin' us gay!"

Nathan said nothing for a few seconds. Then, he murmured, "Can I come inside?"

"I mean, camman, do I really have a choice? Or are ya just gonna do whatever you want?" Pickles gestured helplessly toward the phone. "Do ya know what I'm dealin' with now? Offdensen's pissed, the tabloids're already printin' tomorrow's headlines - "

Again, Nathan was silent. He took a step into the room and slid the door closed behind him.

"Nathan?" Pickles's limbs shook. "Say somethin'! Do ya know how long I've been on the downlow? Do ya even care?"

"So you didn't like it?" Nathan finally said, much quieter than Pickles had expected.

Pickles wanted to yell. He wanted to scream and get a rise out of him. That was what he'd been anticipating, what he was ready for. That would be sufficient, at least, to drive Nathan away, for both their sakes.

But the hurt couched in Nathan's voice, hurt that probably only Pickles would pick up on ... his anger fizzled out, exhausted and unsatisfying.

"Nathan," he tried again, "what did ya think you were doin'? There's a reason we don't - Nathan, I mean - camman, dude! Aren't you scared? Aren't you scare a' losin' everything?"

Once again, Nathan was quiet, but Pickles couldn't even conjure frustration. As the larger man sat on the edge of the bed, Pickles approached, arms crossed, simply watching.

It took a long time for Nathan to process what had been said. "Are you afraid?" he finally asked.

Pickles loosed an incredulous laugh. "Uh, yeah. Nate - "

"I'm not."

Pickles blinked. "What d'ya mean?"

"I'm not afraid," Nathan said with a shrug. "I really don't give a shit. I wanna be with you, and I don't fuckin' care what other people fuckin' think about us." A pause. "I've, like, y'know, had a lot of. Time. I guess. To think about the gay thing. I just don't ... fuckin' think it bothers me anymore. It's not weird anymore." He raised his gaze to meet Pickles's. "So yeah. I did it; I, uh ... kissed you on an international stage or whatever. It is what it is."

He'd thrown so much out at once that Pickles's head was spinning. The drummer squeezed his eyes tight a moment, trying to focus on one single thing, but it was nearly impossible. His heart was rattling his ribcage like a wino at the bars of a drunk tank.

After a bout of stuttering, he shook his head, making a slow it down motion. "Wait - wait a sec, back it up here. What'd you just say?"

Nathan frowned. "I mean. Shit, Pickles, I said a lot of stuff. You want me to start over?"

"No, no. You said I want to be with you." Pickles enunciated each word, opening his eyes. "What do you mean?"

"I wanna be with you. Why is that so hard to believe?"

"Nate, what are you talkin' about? We can't - "

Nathan reached out, circling Pickles's wrist in his grip. "Who says?" Pickles tried to stutter out an answer, but Nathan cut him off: "Fuck all that bullshit. You like me, I like you. We've been friends for, like. Forever. We work together. Am I wrong?"

The question was half a challenge - a challenge Pickles was not equipped to meet. "Nathan..." His shoulders slumped. "I been hidin' since the eighties, man. Ya didn't ask me if I was ready. Ya didn't ask me anything."

"You woulda said no." Nathan's brows tilted in an unfamiliar way. "I thought about it, but you fuckin' ... you woulda said no. I couldn't - ... I just couldn't, okay?"

Pickles had never heard Nathan be so vulnerable in daylight.

"You were never gonna be ready," he continued after a moment. "You were scared."

"I'm still scared." Pickles had no energy to snap the words as he usually might have. "God damn."

"Whatever," Nathan said, meaning that's okay, and smiled. "I'm brave enough for both of us."

"Will you stop with the romantics already?" Distressed, Pickles pulled his wrist away and collapsed on the bed next to Nathan, staring up at the ceiling again. "This ain't helping."

When Nathan said nothing, Pickles glanced at him. Hurt shone bare on the vocalist's face, and Pickles's heart started again. A warm shiver of guilt racked his body.

He sat up, looking down, and moved his knee to nudge Nathan's gently. "M'sorry. That ... didn't come out right. Fuck." A deep inhale. "I don't know what ta - I'm - I'm all tangled up inside like a stupid, gay extension cord."

That, at least, drew a snort from Nathan.

"It's just ... have ya seen what the news is sayin'? Did Charles call ya?"

Nathan sighed. "It's not the eighties anymore, Pickles. Gay people can, like, do stuff now. Fuck. I mean, I summoned a lake troll. And that was fine, but banging my drummer is too far?"

"Well, I dunno if the lake troll thing was fine, Nate; a lotta Finnish people did die."

"Exactly. And, uh, probably no one will die because we're gay." He paused, then asked earnestly, "Right?"

"No ... prob'ly not."

Nathan sighed, then reached out, cupping Pickles's jaw. Pickles could feel how red he was, but he couldn't bring himself to tear his gaze away from Nathan's. There was so much he wanted to say, so much lost time to make up for ... but he didn't have the words. He didn't know how to make this better.

"Just forget about it for one night," Nathan mumbled, glancing at his lips. "No reporters or managers or ... fuckin' fans or any of that. Please?"

Pickles wasn't sure he had the strength to say no to Nathan at this point - he only made a little noise in the back of his throat before saying, "What if, though? What if this ruins the band!"

"What if?" Nathan countered. "Y'know, what if everyone decides they fuckin' hate us and they run us out of Peru or whatever and they burn the tour bus down and we have to hitch-hike across the border? Wh-what if?"

"You are not sellin' me on this."

"If that happens..." He took a deep breath, glancing at Pickles's lips again. "If any of that shit happens, I'll have you. And at this point, that's all I fuckin' want."

Fuck. Nathan was an expert at taking his breath away.

"I'm s'posed ta be the impulsive one," Pickles said, throat raw.

Nathan grunted. "You still are. I've, uh ... thought about this a lot."

Well ... if he was still the impulsive one, he better work on maintaining his title. With a breathy laugh, Pickles threw his arms around Nate and kissed him hard on the mouth, nose squishing into his cheekbone. The vocalist reciprocated, lacing his fingers behind Pickles's back and pulling him close.

Between kisses and catching his breath, Nathan muttered, in a way that suggested he'd been waiting to drop this line at the right time, "I have everything. I'm richer than God. But all I ever really wanted was right here the whole time."

Pickles didn't remember straddling him, but suddenly, he was sat astride his hips, hands on both sides of his face. His fingers knotted in Nate's silky black locks, locking him into their slow, passionate kiss. He'd never kissed quite like this - slow, yearning on full display, savoring every sacred second. He'd never had a reason to kiss like this.

Nathan was his reason. For so many things, Nathan was the reason.

Pickles's breath hitched; he tried to pull away, the lump in his throat stinging. He couldn't seriously cry, not in front of Nathan. But the stronger man didn't let him pull away. "Fuck," he pleaded. "Nathan - "

"It's fine," he grunted in return, and, hearing the roughness of Nathan's own voice, Pickles conceded in short order, melting into the curves of his partner's body.

Nathan's ministrations continued: shockingly gentle kisses on Pickles's cheeks, his jaw, his throat, his shoulders. He peeled off Pickles's shirt, followed the path of freckles to his chest, and traced the mastectomy scars with his lips.

"Nathan..."

"Yeah...?"

He didn't continue, and as Nathan went back to mouthing the scars, he leaned in to kiss Nathan's forehead. His heart was begging for ... fuck, he didn't even know. There was just so much. Even his freely flowing tears didn't sufficiently vent the mass of emotions roiling inside him.

"I really want you," Nathan mumbled beneath him, a hint of awkwardness in his voice.

Pickles laughed, grinning. "I want you, too, so ... that's good. Too - too many clothes, I think..."

His partner grunted in agreement, and they began to strip, both shaking like excited chihuahuas all the while. Pickles soothed Nathan's involuntary shivers with kisses of his own, but they only seemed to make the tremors worse.

"It's okay, big guy," he cooed, then, tentatively, "it's okay, baby ... it's okay, sweetheart."

Pickles planned to go down on him, maybe calm both of their nerves with something familiar, but Nathan seemed to have other ideas. He clasped Pickles to his chest, forcing their now-bare bodies flush. With one hand, he reached around Pickles's back, skimming fingertips past the base of his spine, over his ass, and into the crease of his thigh.

A jolt shook Pickles, drawing a throaty sound from him as Nathan stroked his wet pussy. When he'd first started HRT, Pickles had been totally at the mercy of his own dick - it was like, when he was turned on, he could barely fucking think. That feeling had faded over time as he'd matured, but now - now, it was back, more intense than ever.

With another throaty groan, he backed up into Nathan's fingers slightly, relishing the warmth and pressure. Nathan, though, was slow and deliberate, stroking him from his opening to his T-dick.

Those strong fingers stuttered over it, then did a double-take. "Whoa."

"You knew that was there." Pickles swallowed. "Did ya forget?"

"It just fuckin' blows my mind every time. You have, like, a ... y'know. A whole dick."

"Yeah," Pickles said in a sigh, rocking his hips slowly so the aforementioned dick slid between Nathan's fore- and middle fingers. "Fuck ... fuck. Feels so good."

He was drooling - embarrassing as hell, but he always did it when he relaxed - and Nathan wiped the corner of his mouth with his free hand. "You want me to keep doing that?"

"I don't care what ya do." Pickles hissed, rocking a little faster. "I just need you. I need you, I need you."

"Okay," Nathan whispered. He retracted his hand, sliding it between them instead. Then, somehow, his fingers were inside, his palm grinding against Pickles's dick, and Pickles's vision was a wash of white.

When he finally came down, panting, he was looking into Nathan's wide eyes.

"Did you just come?" he asked in awe.

Pickles shifted on his fingers, unwilling to draw them out. His pussy was still throbbing, but he clenched in answer to Nathan's question.

"Wow. Can you go again?"

He nodded weakly. Even if he couldn't, he probably would have lied. He just wanted to be close.

Nathan shifted, his erection brushing the inside of Pickles's thigh. He didn't need to say what he wanted; Pickles sat up and shifted, letting Nathan's cock rest against his tummy (and brush against his T-dick in the process). For the first time, he saw plainly just how huge his friend was.

"Your eyes got kinda big," Nathan said with a smile.

"Are you fishin' for compliments?"

"No ... you just kinda look like you wanna eat me."

Pickles's face burned. "I can do ya one better, champ."

"I know," Nathan replied, then breathier, almost a plea, "I really wanna be inside you."

He didn't have to ask twice. Pickles loved to tease, but that could come later ... this wasn't about that. There was nothing in the world he wanted more than to be joined as deep as possible as quickly as possible with this man. His man. The love of his fuckin' life.

Pickles planted his hands on Nate's shoulders and shifted, lifting himself and lining them up. Thank god he was on top, and thank god for his arm and leg strength.

Slowly, he lowered himself onto Nathan. First, the tip - and that felt okay, so he lowered himself more, letting Nate stretch him. He was so wet and ready - and, to be honest, experienced - that there was no pain, just a nice burn and brilliant pressure as he was filled.

After much huffing and puffing on both of their parts, Nathan was fully sheathed in him, regarding him with awe. Pickles glanced up and thought about firing off some stupid banter about his pelvic floor, but he couldn't bring himself to. He simply groaned and hunched over Nathan's chest, rocking his hips.

"Fuck." Nathan's hands flew to his thighs, gripping him as he moved. "Holy shit."

"Shh, it's okay." Pickles brushed hair out of his partner's face. "You're okay, baby. We're okay." As he rolled his hips, he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, too, then tucked his face against Nathan's shoulder, breathing hotly. "Shit - shit - "

"Are you gonna come again?"

"I dunno," he managed. "I dunno." As he began to ride harder, Nathan moving with him, it felt like he was coming already. The feeling never stopped, something deep inside him pulsing with every movement. White-hot pleasure rendered him incomprehensible as he murmured and panted into Nathan's hair.

Nathan, too, was more vocal than usual. He sighed, gasped, moaned, whined ... his every movement was a plea, a prayer, and god, Pickles wanted to answer it.

He sat up straighter, hands planted on Nathan's belly. Nathan raised his hands to Pickles's waist instead, and their hips met again and again, faint clapping and grunts mingling in the burning air between them.

"Pickles," Nathan said after a few moments, with an unmistakable note of urgency.

"Yeah? Yeah?" Pickles clenched hard and hooked his leg around one of Nathan's, pitching them into a roll to the left. Nathan never left him, and from his new position, he feasted on the hollow of Pickles's throat.

Nathan was thrusting now - not a fast pace, but a deep, rolling rhythm. He sucked hard on Pickles's neck, then pulled back to look at where they met: gingery pubes against dark ones, a sticky nest; Pickles's dick rubbing against his soft tummy...

With another urgent groan, he locked eyes with Pickles, and Pickles took his face in both hands. "Camman, baby. Camman, baby - oh, shit, ohhhhhh fuck, ohhhh shit, oh fuck - "

The wave broke over them at nearly the same time, a true sign of how in sync they were, and they were far too weak to fight the undertow. Pickles threw his arms around Nate again, clinging to him like a life preserver.

"I love you," he moaned, still in the throes. "I love you, I love you, I fucking love you!"

A breath, another breath, a groan. Nathan shuddered hard and collapsed against him. Before going completely boneless, he pushed out a, "I love you," then, warmer and more melodic, "I love you..."

Pickles had never heard something so blessed and so true in his life. They kissed again, tears mingling on their cheeks and lashes. And for the moment, he wasn't afraid. Because after all, what could happen?

They could take whatever they wanted. He didn't care anymore. He had his best friend, his soulmate. His Nathan.

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[jupitermelichios]

So I know everyone talks about how whether DC or Marvel has the best queer representation (the answer’s still marvel 100% due to Chris Clairmont and his confused but dedicated allyship, but DC are starting to catch up)

You know what we don’t talk about enough? Which studio has the most characters who are clearly not cishet, but haven’t been allowed to come out. Not characters that you want to be queer, the characters who everyone legit forgets aren’t queer.

And now I want a list of all these characters, so that when i get my fucking genie wish and become an editor for big two cape comics, I know who to target.

I’ll start us off:

Marvel: Kitty Pryde

Chris Clairmont is on the record (in a guest appearance on X-Plain the X-Men) as saying that if he had his time over he wouldn’t make Kitty canon queer... because he had way too much fun sneaking her relationship with Rachel (and Styr-9) past the censors. It’s word of god not canon, but when it comes to the x-men you don’t get much closer to literal word of god than word of Clairmont.

Marvel: Gambit

There is basically no textual evidence for Gambit being bi, and yet there is not a queer x-men fan in the world who doesn’t constantly forget he’s canon-straight. I have seen multiple posts of people claiming that he’s canonically queer, despite definitely not being, just because of the sheer force of his disaster-bi energy.

Marvel: Cable

Look, we all know at this point that Deadpool is queer. But the only reason that that’s such a big part of his character is thanks to Cable and Deadpool (Nicieza is pretty homophobic and yet somehow managed to write both Cable and Deadpool and the definitive Red Robin comic, both featuring very clearly queer main characters). And if Wade’s queer because he’s dating Cable, then Cable must be... come on Marvel, you can do it, just apply a tiny bit of logic...

Marvel: Wolverine

I’m just going to leave this cover here...

Marvel: Steve Rogers

Tony’s queerness has reached the nebulous ‘we’re making jokes about it in the hopes that you’ll all stop thinking he’s queer’ status of canoninity, but Steve is still officially straight, despite the fact that him and comics Tony are definitely dating. Or were. There was a messy breakup or six. Disney decided to get around that in the movies by... aging up his kid sidekick into a gorgeous adult man who Steve will do literally anything for and then framing them like a 1940′s propaganda romance movie... Good job guys!

(That’s not fanart btw, that’s from the one AU where Tony got rule63′d and her and that universe’s steve are married)

Marvel: Storm

Boy a lot of these are Clairmont’s babies. Like I said, confused but dedicated allyship. Storm regularly does things like challenge heavily queer-coded character Callisto to homo-erotic knife fights. And whatever the writers thought was happening in the panels below. It’s really past time she came out.

DC: Wonderwoman

This is the big one. The biggest one in fact. Multiple writers have said that they consider her to be queer, but word of god is not canon, and she’s still somehow in the closet. Despite being based on two different queer women. And doing shit like this all the time. And yet somehow she’s still not canonically a lesbian, even as we move further and further away from a time when Steve Trevor mattered to anyone at all.

DC: Dick Grayson

Despite what 70 years of comics have tried so hard to tell us, Dick has never canonically slept with Midnighter. Or the Tiger King of Kandahar. Or Wally West. Or Roy Harper. Or Clark Kent. Or any of the other men he’s been heavily implied to be romantically interested in over the years. And despite the fact that his relationships with woman always end in disaster. The only comfort is the Dick is 100% the sort of person to have just assumed that all straight boys jerk off thinking about their male friends and never once stopped and questioned his sexuality for more than 10 seconds.

(there is absolutely no reason why this team-up with DC’s flagship gay character had to happen while all the men are naked, except that the creative team on Grayson understood exactly what people want from a Dick Grayson comic).

DC: Tim Drake

Did you know Tim Drake is not canonically queer? And has never once felt anything like sexual attraction to any man, including Superboy? And his crush on Dick Grayson is not in any way a crush, he was just platonically stalking and fantasising about him? Tim, like his big brother, is one of the characters who is only getting queerer with time. Part of that is that they wanted to make it clear he’s a millenial, and ended up doing an accidental Cock-Ring Ken on him. (See also Harper Row, who they made butch, with a turqiouse undercut, and then were astonished when people thought she was queer. They did eventually give in, but only once she was firmly out of the main character roster). I think Tim’s queer. You think Tim’s queer. All the characters in DC comics think he’s queer. Everyone except the editorial team at DC think Tim is queer, and it is an absolute crime that they won’t let him come out.

[arodrwho]

thedarklordsnicklefritz replied to your post: mmmmmmmmm it’s Evil now to hc caduceus as anything...

I can and will hc any and all members of the Mighty Nein as varying flavors of ace and/or aro and no one can stop me. Also sexuality is a wobbly wobbly Jeremy berimy mess and if you’re gonna assign orders of magnitude to gayness then it’s perfectly reasonable to consider Ace being even gayer than pan or whatever Molly was

i mean on the one hand, re: headcanons, same (i’m curious what specific hcs you have? kinda wanna swap notes), and i get what you’re saying re: sexuality being a great big wibbly mess

but on the other i’m very very wary of--even hypothetically, even to make a specific point in a specific context like this, where people are already implying nonsensical orders of magnitude--engaging with the idea of those orders of magnitude? bc it feels, to me, like validating the idea that certain brands of queerness are queerer than others, rather than deconstructing or outright dismissing that idea

which i would, personally, prefer to do, bc that idea is ofc complete bullshit

and on that note--i do 100% agree w/the general sentiment that that being ace is no less queer than being gay, which is i think the sentiment you were going for? so there is that!!

(ah, and molly was specifically bi, btw!)