#gay is in. gay is hot. i want some gay. gay it's gonna be.

[hauntedestheart]

Something To Be Thankful For (Male Body Swap)

A Thanksgiving themed story where the family loser finally gets a break

Thanksgiving is inarguably the worst holiday. First off, it's racist and imperialist and celebrates the genocide of the Native Americans, but also it, uh, just kinda sucks! None of the fun parts of other holidays like gifts or candy but all of the worst parts... and by "worst parts," I mean forced family gatherings.

I'm probably just bitter about it because I'm something of the black sheep in my family. For starters I'm gay. I'm also the shortest one of my siblings, and the sole glasses wearer. And on top of that, I'm the only one in a clan of witches and warlocks who never manifested magic powers.

I know, I know. Pick a struggle, right?

My father is a high ranking executive at one of the preeminent magical goods suppliers in the country. My mother's homebrewed potions win awards. My older sister is graduating magna cum laude from college with a degree in charms. Even my younger brother was conjuring lightning in the womb.

But me? The family's little loser? Never a flicker.

A normie in a magic family is not unheard of but it's all my relatives will ever talk to me about, which makes the holidays hell. Thanksgiving is the worst of all since it's always set aside for a big family reunion, which means I get to spend a week fielding condescending questions from the entire clan about how I'm still a disappointment

And that's on top of the usual family drama! Drunk uncles fighting, mothers comparing their children's achievements, married couples who should really be divorced having uncomfortably public arguments, excruciating political debates- not to mention the unusual family drama, like spell competitions and aggravated curses. I can't even enjoy the free vacation this year since we went to island resort, and my pasty ass can barely spend a few minutes in the sun before burning.

Yippee.

The only bright spot is that my sister brought her boyfriend with her this year- his name's Quincy. He's hot, right?

Quincy is not very smart, nor does he have magic, and in every interaction I've had with him he's been kind of a tool. This makes him the perfect match for my domineering sister- a big, dumb hunk that she can keep under her thumb.

The relationship is new and she definitely just wanted to bring him along to show him off to our cousins and to piss off our racist relatives, but I certainly wasn't gonna complain about having some free eye candy along. I mean, his muscles? His smile? I couldn't wait to see how he filled out a bathing suit because his regular pants were always screaming at the seams.

So yes, pathetic as it sounds, the thing I was looking forwards to the most about this family reunion was getting to sneak glances at my sister's boyfriend. Creepy, I know, but it's not like I was hurting anybody! He was just another beautiful thing that I'd never have.

Just like the respect of my family, and all of the magic around me.

I got to see a decent amount of him the first day we arrived (he wasn't hard to spot since his massive frame stuck out in the crowd) and it was really the only thing that kept me going as the week of torture began. I turned it into sort of a game- every time something insufferable happened, as a treat, got to objectify Quincy.

When Grandpa asked me if I'd developed powers yet and then shook his head when I said no, I let myself stare at the way Quincy's biceps flexed while he carried everyone's luggage.

When Cousin Leland and his wife started throwing hexes at each other in the elevator, I got to stare at a certain someone's giant ass as he walked up the stairs in front of me.

When my sister snapped at me for taking so long to unpack because I had to do it by hand instead of just zapping everything out, I flipped her off and imagined myself motorboating her boyfriend's pecs.

When Creepy Uncle Marlow made a pass at my mom... actually I kept my eyes to myself that time, acutely aware that I was well on my way to becoming a creepy bachelor uncle. Sigh.

At dinner, I found myself seated at the kid's table even though I was well into my twenties because Auntie Myrna (the old bitch who made the seating arrangements) thought I'd "be more comfortable there" since there would be so much talk of magic at the other tables- never mind that half of the family's significant others were normies and they got along just fine.

At the very least, my spot offered me a good view of Quincy, who was seated with the rest of my family at the head table. It was hard not to feel jealous, looking at that big, strong, handsome guy who didn't seem to have a care in the world.

As was tradition, we all bowed our heads as my father read the out a sacred incantation that had been passed down through our family for generations that was supposed to ensure our good fortune. It was part of the reason we reunited on Thanksgiving- what better time of year to renew our blessings than the time of thankfulness?

But as I sat there bored, powerless, and lonely, I struggled to really feel the spirit of the holiday. I did feel a weird tingling though.

Next thing I knew I was sitting at the head table, feeling better than I ever had in my life. Power surged through my veins, but it wasn't magic, it was... strength? Muscles? When did I get muscles?

I stared down at myself and my body was unrecognizable. My skin was dark brown and I was twice the size I was before, maybe even three times. I ran my hands over the surface of the tight black t-shirt I was now wearing and I felt all sorts of ridges and bumps- then I realized that since it was my body, I could slip the hand under the t-shirt, and I discovered that those bumps were a fucking six pack and a chest.

I slipped the other hand under in disbelief and cupped one pectoral in each of my hands, my eyes widening as I squeezed them tight and felt the soft muscle flexing in my hand. It felt incredible, like I was grabbing clouds out of heaven. What was going on?

A silver serving tray was sitting on the table in front of me and I picked it up, gasping in shock at the face I saw reflected back at me. Quincy?

Unsure of what was happening, I rose to my feet and stumbled instantly, not anticipating just how far up I'd go. I was tall, towering over a majority of the other guests, and my new height gave me the perfect view of the pandemonium that had erupted in the rest of the dining room.

I glanced to my right and saw my sister had yanked her top down and was feeling her own boobs while my teenage brother was jumping up and down, bending his knees with a big smile. On the far side, Grandpa was hobbling around with a shell shocked expression on his face, and he nearly crashed into Uncle Marlow, who was grabbing his crotch and shrieking. Mom was banging on the table, trying to get everyone's attention, but no one was listening.

I didn't have to be a magician to get what was going on- all around, people were struggling with the shock of their new bodies. There were cries of confusion, people already searching for their families and themselves. Full grown adults were sobbing like little kids, some of them were being comforted by little kids.

And there was lots and lots of grabbing of private parts.

I turned around and saw my own body seated at the kid's table, patting himself down in shock- whoever was in me didn't look happy. But you know who was happy? Me!

I took advantage of the chaos to escape into the hallway, away from the noise and prying eyes, and I immediately tore my shirt off. And I mean literally tore it off, grabbing the fabric with two strong hands and tearing it down the middle just to see if I could. Quincy was wearing a black undershirt, so tight on his muscles it looked like it was painted on- it was already one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen, and I wasn't even done undressing!

The undershirt had to go too, slipped over my head and discarded to the side so I could get a clear view of Quincy's incredible torso. I'd seen muscles before, objectively I knew what they looked like, but seeing them from a first persona angle was utterly surreal. I pressed a finger into the meat of one of the pectorals that jutted out from my chest and watched the finger sink in, then I flexed so the muscle became hard and forced the finger away. I chuckled with glee.

The charcoal shorts that Quincy was wearing were quickly abandoned and I discovered with some delight that he was a boxer briefs man- which made sense, because he had a lot of goods to support. Just like his undershirt, his underwear was skintight, and I wondered if it was because he sought out clothes that hugged his figure, or if his body was just so big that this was the only way things fit him.

I ran my hands over the curve of his ass and it was just as supple as I'd imagined it would be, and there was so much of it that his hands could barely cover the cheeks. I'd have to find a mirror later so I could get a full view of what it looked like when I shook it.

Then I felt a stirring in my belly and saw that the thick projection at the front of Quincy's underwear was starting to snake further and further down... how far would it go, I wondered?

Someone interrupted me before I could find out, and I was summoned back into the room to sort things out with the rest of my mixed up family. I didn't bother getting dressed before making my return- why cover up all that goodness?

Now I know what you're probably thinking- "oh wow, his powers finally manifested! He can switch people's bodies!" Well as sickening as that would be, that was not the case.

When everyone finally calmed down a bit, my father (now in the body of my mother) explained that he'd been cursed by a business rival before the holiday and he hadn't had time to investigate the effects before we left for vacation. Suspicious curse plus family wide incantation equaled mass body swaps.

Since magic relating to the mind and body is some of the trickiest, we would need an expert to untangle this, and since none were going to be available until after the holidays and rebooking flights on the weekend of a major holiday was impossible even with magic, we were stuck at the resort in our new bodies for the rest of the week.

Which is fine by me of course- getting to spend the rest of this vacation in the primo body of a hunk? Cruising the beach looking like this?

Finally, something to be thankful for.

[gizzberg]

When your bat-sh1t crazy German doctor wouldn't rest so you gotta find a way to grab his gay ass attention.

[mortshe]

@singofus asked: 81 (for Spotify wrapped with Ares)

it is rare that thanatos finds herself having to embrace , experience , and exploit any aspect of current night life these days . she rarely goes out for her own personal enjoyment – if she is out , it's because she's catering to hermes' demands ( and her own insistence that someone accompany him on his benders ) . hermes is not to blame for this one , though .

( and she's very certain he's pissed he wasn't able to come on this little venture . )

through a confluence of enforced agreements , underhanded sabotage , and back-alley torture , they've found where some of their missing product may have gone . the person to confirm this is currently living it up on mykonos in the bar crawl to end all bar crawls .

which is how thanatos finds herself on the second floor of this nightclub , surveying the crowd below . it's not exactly a honeypot mission , but if that gets this woman off the dance floor and into their custody , it will be considered a viable tactic . she sees ares by the bar on the first floor and she knows meg is on the third floor , making her way through the game rooms in case someone up there has any information , or uses their shipment as collateral .

the song changes over from one to another , courtesy of the change of dj's , and she takes advantage of the shift change of partygoers on the dance floor to descend . her black dress glitters under the club lights much like her eyeshadow , black painted lips held in a purposeful neutral position rather than her go-to rbf .

it's not until she reaches the bottom of the stairs that she realizes they're playing a late aughts pop song – one that she and ares ( and no small number of night clubs in athens ) have their own relationship with . it's not her fault cascada writes absolute bangers , nor is it her fault that this song came out at an interesting time in her relationship with quite possibly the queerest of drugs and her general recklessness with regards to public intimacy for a good few years there .

hypnos calls it her hoe phase . whatever .

she feels eyes on her and she glances over towards the bar ; blood red eyes and black tattoos draw her in , the cocksure smirk hidden behind an impassive mask of a working man .

he can't hide his eyes , though .

she smirks , just a little bit , and steps into the crowd of people , not minding being touched by strangers for once .

she dances with someone who had come up a few times in their mark's history ; they seem receptive to her , and she lets them touch as she waits for meg to finish upstairs . in the last bit of the song , meg says she's got her and is bringing her to the rendezvous point , where than and ares can meet her when ready .

than's taken less than a step away from her previous dance partner before she's pulled against a familiar chest . she looks back at ares with a smirk , knowing they can't do anything while comms are still on , but that doesn't stop her from rolling her hips against him ( at a proper height now , given her heels ) , her fingers teasingly tugging the hem of her already incredibly tight and short dress up , just a bit .

❛ meet you in ten , ❜ she murmurs over the comms , just as strong hands teasingly brush over her body – chest , throat , ass , thighs – before grabbing her hand and spinning her out away from his body , then dragging her out of the club into the fresh air to finish the job — and hopefully give them time together before their return to athens .

than doesn't need poppers for the heat thrumming through her body , but for what it's worth , she could get some . for old time's sakes .

still the night, kill the lights / feel it under your skin / time is right, keep it tight / 'cause it's pulling you in / wrap it up, you can't stop / 'cause it feels like an overdose — evacuate the dancefloor, cascada

[willgraham-manwhore]

Moment of appreciation that this was the fucking picture they used for the hannibal panel livestream:

[goosologist]

[kuzunoha-xiv]

i like TFP wheeljack but i cant deny i did laugh a little at the decision of making him specifically a cool edgy lone wolf samurai, at first i wasnt super familiar with g1 wheeljack so technically TFP was my first full impression and i thought he was interesting (i had only seen very little of g1 and finished TFA and bayverse at that point) but then i got more familiarized with the original version and i was like ?????

like. who saw this guy and thought "fuck it. lets give him two katanas"

[serpentarius]

HAPPY M*THERF*CKIN' IWTV DAY EVERYOOOONE we really made it 😭

[theskymahtin]

yo WHY did I never notice that hennessy HAS A FISH SCALE TATTOO ? aka a tattoo probably very similar to the one she later gives ronan.......... i need a moment

[Image ID: photograph of a paragraph from pg 70 of Call Down the Hawk.

Transcript: She had changed since she'd left in the car. Her kinky hair was now pulled up in a ragged black topknot. She wore tinted glasses, a rabbit fur coat, a lace bralette white against her dark skin, and leather leggings that exposed a fish-scale tattoo on her lower calf. More pastel tattoos covered her knuckles, which were also smeared with paint. He still couldn't tell how old she was. She could be twenty-five. She could be seventeen.]

[prettycottagequeer]

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[stressedjester]

I'm largely into men to the point where I tend to just gravitate towards identifying as gay despite technically being mspec since my attraction to women is kinda so minimal I don't even notice 9/10 times

But seeing Penguin in the new Caped Crusader series?? I NEED HER HOT FUCKING DAMN!!!!!!!

[mass-convergence]

That fucking video game has me writing some goddamn shit.

Probably to be posted on AO3 … eventually

[atopvisenyashill]

that post about asoiaf artwork and dark skin makes me think about those ar/ya stans on here that threw a bitch fit in the last few days over some artists drawing her with 'darker' skin while drawing Sansa with lighter skin. so they accused the artists of racism while simultaneously implying that ar/ya looks worse in the artwork as opposed to Sansa because the artist gave her darker skin......which is literally racist and colorist as shit? honestly can't imagine stanning a 10 year and being this weird and bitter on tumblr dot com but anyway

that is INSANE OMG i’m glad i missed that completely

It’s like yeah sure, i think when george was coming up with the “northern look” that northern “coloring” he was thinking of was more similar to the way that like, a lot of welsh people have dark hair and a sort of, olive-tan coloring to their skin (think catherine zeta jones or ioan gruffudd) that makes them look darker than your average brit but usually in a “maybe they’re spanish?” kind of way rather than a “that’s a person of color” kind of way.

but death of the author, first of all, and second of all, depending on what your baseline is, “darker” coloring can look way darker in my imagination than in yours! and that “northern” coloring is vague enough that like, there’s a lot of poc who see parts of themselves in northern culture and explore that, and the Joy Of Reading is that we all see these characters differently!! me going “the starks are indigenous it’s the law” has no actual consequences for the series, someone else’s reading experience, or the fandom at large!! you can literally just block and move on if you’re that dedicated to being a loser weirdo?!?

also it’s funny that her fandom, specifically, is a breeding ground for the worst, most blatantly bigoted takes in the fandom aksjd like people will be like “oh arya is better than the other girls” arya actually loves and supports other women in canon “arya is the prettiest actually” arya herself doesn’t care about being pretty in canon “arya is gonna be a princess in a pretty castle and marry a lord” arya in canon explicitly says she doesn’t want to do that tho “arya is my lily white fave” one of arya’s besties is dornish icon edric dayne be SILENT ON WHAT ARYA IS BC U JUST WANT HER TO BE EXACTLY WHAT SHE HATES.

[terryfuckingturniptruck]

Okay someone is going to be offended but whatever like fine if you find yourself as a lesbian thinking someone is hot and find out later they're a man and not a butch but like the way y'all are openly just pushing the idea that lesbians like men sometimes as if that's totally fine and that the man you thought was a butch is still okay to fuck knowing they're a man.

[snfbabydrop]

spent all of today adulting 👍 time to write gay sex

[wretchedlittlecreacher]

the porn blogs have descended upon me like locusts. girlies ily but u are barking up the wrong tree

[phantomram-b00]

Honestly, part of me wanna add another character he did, and that’s Dr. Griffith from Tinker Bell (2010). To me he gives bisexual energy, this is where my thought process have come too—

Michael Sheen’s queer characters

Gallowglass (1993) - Joe who has an unhealthy obsessive relationship with his savior

Wilde (1997) - Robbie Ross, Oscar Wilde’s lover

Bright Young Things (2003) - Miles Maitland, a perfect example of a gay man in the 30s

Kenneth Williams: Fantabulosa! (2006) - Kenneth Williams, a real person and a comedy actor with “barely consummated homosexual dalliances”

Ancient Rome: The Rise and Fall of an Empire (2006) - emperor Nero, this is ancient Rome and that says it all

7 Days in Hell (2015) - Caspian Wint, a talk show host who thirsted a young tennis player

Nocturnal Animals (2016) - Carlos, a gay man who married a woman

Good Omens (2019) - Aziraphale, an angel who is (mutually) in love with the demon Crowley

P.S. I’m also not quite sure about Castor from Tron: Legacy (2010), but he was a computer program, so… who knows.

All these gifs were created by me, please don’t steal/repost them.