#gaysies

[ey-theys-was-coronas]

GUYS????

SO. In me and @fangirlhehe ‘s newsie cast, we were rehearsing the finale. The girl who played Kathrine was out, and her and Jack were doing the little twirly spin thingy. Instead of just doing it without her, the guy who played Jack grabbed our Davey (who was in Kath’s spot) and SPUN HIM INSTEAD?? and they didn’t even do it once, they did it MULTIPLE TIMES. (Also side note our Crutchie did a very Crutchie thing and ducked when he was in the way of the spin)

Javey canon.

[sky-neverending]

Pick one for me to gayify

[vaperarmand]

ultimately the most important thing is that we get an armandaniel “i swim faster than i drive” esque scene. and the naked person in the bed is daniel. and the other naked person in the bed is lestat. sorry post cancelled i just thought about the possibility of daniel moaning on one of lestat’s tracks and now i need to take 3-5 business days to process it

[gaysie]

society when danstat does the frerard stage makeout and blows it up on stan twitter

[loumandivorce]

this photo is so awesome because it's literally how i feel at the end of every day

[sapphirebluephoenix]

I can't find who posted the pic originally but KAPOW:

OG under cut :

[desi-lgbt-fest]

No better news could be delivered right to our doorstep at the end of pride month. Gaysis...this is a huge win for us all. We only have more milestones to reach from here.

[itspipesmclean]

leo: i love cheating! if u don't cheat what the hell is wrong with you

jason: have you ever been cheated on?

leo: i forgot some people are in relationships. to clarify, i love to violate academic integrity on exams

[wandanatss]

something something rohan and abhi are parallels to each other and had more chemistry and an arc than shanaya ever did they should kiss hit post

[letsbenditlikebennett]

TIMING: Current-ish PARTIES: @magmahearts & @letsbenditlikebennett SUMMARY: Alex invites Cass over to show her the flowers in her pollinator garden and show her girlfriend about the first thing she chose to love for herself. CONTENT: Mostly just cute but there is some implied parental death and domestic abuse.

August turned to September and despite the fact that Alex was still considerably sore, she was able to move around a bit easier than had in the previous weeks and she was eager to show Cass her garden before autumn chilled the air and wilted many of the plants until spring rolled around again. It felt important that her girlfriend got to see this piece of her before the cooler months made it dormant. They had talked about getting to decide for themselves what matters— what was important. Before anything or anyone else could influence her, she’d always loved plants. Even as a sad kid, she’d always found joy in the brightly colored flowers or the shade of a tree. It was a part of her that was solely hers and that made sharing it with Cass feel important. 

Alex had her hand firmly placed in Cass’s as she led her through the garden. The raised, wooden beds on the left had a variety of herbs, berries, and other edible plants while the ground to the right of them was covered in wildflowers, moss, and different stones placed between the plants. “These are black-eyed Susans,” she explained, pointing to the yellow flowers, “I like them because they remind me of a cross between a sunflower and a daisy. That big bumble bee floating over them is August.” 

She squeezed Cass’s hand, “The purple ones are columbines. The others are milkweed– they attract a lot of butterflies.” There was a small sense of pride as she showed Cass her garden. Just like with everything else Alex shared with her girlfriend, the oread seemed genuinely interested and happy to listen. It made her feel warm and important in a way she hadn’t ever felt before. When she looked down at the red flowers, she was reminded of the way magma glowed in Cass’s eyes and she smiled as she plucked one off the plant carefully. She placed it near Cass’s ear in her hair and her grin grew even wider. “Cardinal flowers,” she beamed, “A personal favorite of hummingbirds. They have good taste though– they like red flowers in general. I might be biased, but I like any colors that remind me of lava. Wonder why that is.” 

—

The garden was beautiful. As she walked through it with Alex, Cass felt a flutter in her chest that seemed to move in tune with the butterflies flittering around from flower to flower or the bees buzzing on by. She’d never really had anything like this before. Not the garden, though that, too, wasn’t entirely familiar, but someone to show her a garden. Someone to take her by the hand and lead her through the flowers and the plants and tell her about them. It was foreign in the most exhilarating of ways, exciting in its newness. She thought she could listen to Alex talk about her garden for hours without growing bored.

“They’re pretty,” she mused, smiling down at the black-eyed Susans. “Why are they called that?” She was eager for Alex to continue, hungry for the sound of her voice. She’d listen to Alex talk about anything just to hear her. After everything she’d been through lately, first with the hunter and then with her experience in the bunker, the fact that Alex was here and talking at all was something of a miracle. Cass was unwilling to take it for granted. 

She continued to follow Alex through the garden, marveling not only at the beauty of the flowers but at how much her girlfriend knew about them all. If she didn’t know better, she might suspect Alex to be a flower nymph with just how detailed her explanations were. It was endearing and beautiful, not unlike Alex herself. The red flowers were gorgeous, and when Alex put one behind her ear, an orange blush colored Cass’s features. “I’m a pretty big fan of red, too,” she admitted, reaching up to tuck a strand of Alex’s red hair behind her ear. “I think it’s a pretty cool color.”

—

It was funny. Between the junior program and her internship at the state park, Alex had pointed out these same flowers to dozens of people. Most would forget the name of the flowers before the hike was even over, but something in the way Cass hung onto her every word and had even more questions all while looking at her with such adoration made her fairly certain the oread wouldn’t forget. It felt like everything. The voice in the back of her mind that normally screamed she wasn’t lovable or worthy was barely even a whisper as she walked hand in hand with the oread. Even if Cass could lie, the werewolf was certain the affection in her gaze wasn’t something that could be faked. She could practically feel it like it was a tangible thing that she could grab onto and never let go of. It wasn’t, of course, but the grasp she had on the oread’s hand was close enough to holding onto that feeling. 

“It’s believed the name came from a poem,” Alex explained with a soft smile, “Get this, the guy who wrote the poem is named John Gay.” Her smile turned to more of a smirk as she glanced at Cass. “Which… gay. But like, same,” she laughed, “It’s like a super old poem, but it’s about a weeping woman with dark eyes named Susan coming aboard a ship to find and bid farewell to her lover, which is some guy named William. Not sure they remind me of the poem but they’re one of my favorites,” she finished, “Almost like a cross between a daisy and a sunflower.”

A light blush colored her cheeks when Cass tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. Even with her glamour and dark brown eyes, Alex swore they still glowed like magma. The way beams of sunlight caught on them made her eyes just as warm. Whether her eyes looked like pools of lava or pools of amber, the werewolf knew she would happily swim in their gaze for as long as Cass would let her. “Is that so,” she asked playfully. It would have been smooth if she hadn’t been so obviously flustered. She didn’t shy away from the way Cass looked at her though. In the past, she might have feared she could never live up to the person someone saw with that look— but Cass saw her. No insecurities or hard truths shared seemed to make the oread think any less of her. 

“Thank you,” Alex breathed, “I’m glad you’re enjoying this… And that you like all the flowers.” She knew better than to thank a fae, but that caution didn’t seem necessary with Cass. The nymph would make any promise that Alex asked of her and she trusted Cass. Not just in the sense that her secrets would be safe with her girlfriend; the trust she had in Cass was bigger than that. She may not have liked herself and she wasn’t sure she ever would, but even those parts of herself that felt wretched and terrible or weak felt safe with Cass. She chewed at her lower lip and looked at Cass earnestly. “I think…,” she started to explain with a brief pause, “This is the first thing I really chose for myself. Loving the earth and plants and all. I like sharing it with you.” 

—

Learning not just the names of the flowers but the history behind them was fascinating. But learning it from Alex, who said everything in a way that was so warmly familiar that it felt just as safe as the inside of a volcano or the cave that Cass had made her home? It was a whole new level. She wanted to ask a million questions just so that Alex could answer them, wanted to hear a novella read to her from the pages of the werewolf’s mind. Alex could have said anything, anything at all, and it would have been the most interesting thing Cass had ever heard because it was Alex who was saying it. She knew Alex thought little of herself, and it seemed so jarring to think that there were people who had made her feel that way. It seemed ridiculous to know that there were people who knew Alex and heard her speak and didn’t hang on every word that she said. How could anyone be that stupid? How could anyone look at her without stars in their eyes?

“What a name,” she giggled. “Mr. Gay. How’d he get so lucky?” Not that she didn’t like her name. According to the nymphs back home, Akamai had been her father’s name, too, and it was nice to have some connection to the man even if he’d left her before she was even born. Still, having gay as a name would be pretty funny. “Wow,” she breathed, looking down at the flowers. “Do you know it? The poem. Or I could look it up on my phone and read it to you while we look at flowers. In the spirit of Gay and gay.” She flashed a grin, confident that Alex would hear the difference in capitalization.

Alex seemed to melt under her touch, like the lava that flowed through her veins. There was nothing inherently destructive about magma. Most people didn’t understand that. More than anything, it was a force of creation. It formed rocks and caves, was the lifeblood of the Earth herself. It was a stupid thing to be afraid of, and Alex wasn’t. Alex never looked at her true form with fear in her eyes, never shrunk away from the heat that radiated from Cass’s rocky skin. She only ever looked at her like this. Like she was worth looking at. And that was nice. “It’s so so,” she replied with a grin.

“You don’t have to thank me,” she replied, dismissing the thanks and the bind that came with it. She had no real desire to bind Alex, which was… unfamiliar. Usually, the more she cared about a person the more tempted she was to bind them into staying. But the idea of accidentally hurting Alex was too awful to even think about. She wouldn’t risk it. “I love the flowers,” she said gently. Hearing that this was such a big part of Alex made Cass all the more fond of it. “And… I’m glad you got to choose it for yourself. I think that’s important. And I might be a little biased, on account of the whole ‘nature fae’ thing and all, but I think it’s a pretty good thing to choose.” Even if flowers weren’t Cass’s domain, nature as a whole was important to her. “I like sharing it with you, too, though. I kind of love hearing you talk about flowers. You’d make a really good anthousa.”

—

“He definitely won in the name department,” Alex grinned. The name was admittedly part of what made that little fun fact about the black-eyed Susans so memorable. Now this moment would also be associated with the flowers which only made her love them more. If she looked at them and had a flashback to the image of Cass’s smiling face, that was all the better. She couldn’t think of a better memory to associate with a flower that looked so sunny and bright. “Hm,” she mused, “I don’t know the poem by heart. It’s one of those like… really old ones. It’s kind of sad, actually.”

Sad definitely wasn’t the mood of their stroll through the garden. Alex knew there was an underlying hint of it there with everything going on, but it wasn’t something she wanted to grasp onto. So maybe the poem wasn’t the greatest idea even if she so deeply appreciated the enthusiasm that Cass was showing. “I think I have a better idea,” she smiled, “I could always grab the guitar and play a flower song that’s not sad.” 

Her thumb traced the edge of Cass’s palm as she returned her gaze from the array of flowers to her girlfriend. It surprised even Alex that somehow the oread was more enchanting than the vibrant flowers that lined their path. The feeling only seemed to grow as Cass showed both approval and interest in the first thing she’d ever really chosen for herself. It wasn’t the blade her father placed in her hand or detailed notes of all the beasts that her mother had her memorize. It didn’t make her a superhero like Cass or a protector like her parents, but it was hers and Cass loved the flowers. 

“I do, too,” Alex murmured, “I’m glad you don’t think it’s silly.” It wasn’t a full disclosure of all the ways her parents had made her hate everything about herself, but it was a small little hint of honesty that she knew Cass would understand because that was just what Cass did. Which made her inclined to share a little more. “It’s one of those things my parents always thought was a waste of time… but like, pretty much anything that didn’t make me a better fighter was so.” She shrugged, “But I guess it does go hand in hand with falling for a nature fae,” she added as she nuzzled her head into Cass’s shoulder. The way her scent clung to hair was intoxicating and it made it easy to slip past the heaviness of that small confession as she let out a contented sigh.“You always smell earthy, too,” she marveled, “Don’t know how to describe it other than someone literally bottling the smell of earth and fire. It’s my favorite.” 

Being an anthousa sounded way better than being a werewolf. It was a nice thought, but Alex knew it wasn’t something she’d ever be. She could still choose to embody that enthusiasm for plants and nature on her own. “I think dating a nymph and keeping a good garden is the closest I’ll get to that,” she joked, “But I’m quite content with both of those things. 

—

“Well, his name is pretty cool, but I can think of one I like better. Alex Bennett has a pretty neat ring to it.” It helped, of course, that that particular name was attached to someone who was quickly becoming one of Cass’s favorite people. Words took on certain associations when you used them long enough, and names were no different. Hearing Alex’s name now — or even similar names — was enough to make Cass grin. She bought a whole volume of Uncanny Avengers just because Alex Summers was in it, and she didn’t even really like Alex Summers. She just liked seeing the name written out on the page, liked how the letters fell.

Sad poems weren’t what they were going for here, of course. Cass clicked her tongue, nodding her head. “Music is probably cooler, anyway. And I love hearing you play the guitar.” Her own self-imposed lessons in her cave were slow-going, but she wanted to get better at it, wanted to get skilled enough with the guitar that she could show Alex and impress her when the time came. 

But for now, she’d walk in the flowers and she’d listen to Alex talk about them, because that sound was prettier than music, anyway. She loved hearing Alex play guitar, but she loved hearing her talk about things she was passionate about even more. There was something so soft about it, something as sweet as honey on her tongue. She’d listen to Alex talk about the things she loved until the world ended, and probably miss the fire and the brimstones in the process. 

“It isn’t silly,” she said quickly, momentarily furious that someone had made Alex feel as though it were. She knew who, even before Alex said anything. Cass had never known her parents but, sometimes, when she heard Alex talk about hers, she thought she might have been better off. She’d had enough people throughout her life who’d made her feel small. She wouldn’t have wanted to add her parents to the list. “I love that you love nature. I think that’s so much more important than fighting.” Long after there were no people left to fight, the flowers Alex loved and the rocks Cass felt a connection to would still be here. The flowers would grow, the rocks would stand steady. Fighting was a silly thing. It rarely ever came in handy. Even when she went out as a vigilante, Cass rarely ever had to throw punches. Most people took one look at her in her magma form and ran, leaving whatever petty crime they were committing in the rearview. Animals that caused trouble were easier to soothe or chase away than they were to fight. Alex’s parents had been wrong about so many things. Cass hoped Alex could see that now.

Her anger towards the dead faded in favor of appreciating the living. Alex nuzzled her head into the side of her neck, and Cass felt warm all over in a way that had nothing to do with the magma in her veins. “Well, I’m glad you don’t think I’m stinky, at least,” she teased lightly. “And I’m glad you like the whole ‘dating a nymph’ thing, because it’d be a little awkward if you didn’t. I think you’re kind of stuck with me now, FYI.” 

—

“Not nearly as neat as Cass Akamai.“ It was her favorite name given that even hearing someone else speak it made her perk up. Alex liked to think of it like a favorite song. The feeling that came with hearing Cass's name was much akin to that rush of joy she'd feel when one of her favorite songs would come on in a public place. There was something exhilarating about it and she found it easy to smile to herself and whisper the name. Even moreso, she loved writing Cass's name. It was scrawled across her school notes in script more times than Alex really wanted to admit to though she guessed the big heart with 'Cass' written in it on the outside of her favorite green notebook wasn't exactly subtle. 

“Music usually is,” Alex grinned, “It's like poetry, but with a rhythm, melody, and beat.” The thought of Cass enjoying her playing guitar only made the smile grow wider. Despite the fact the lingering pain was a reminder of how wrong things had gone lately, not even that could stop her eyes from following suit and lighting up. “Eventually you'll have your own song and everything.“ 

The drawer by her bedside had a lot of in progress songs she was working on, most of which had been about the oread as of late. Those had been much easier for Alex to focus on even though she was trying to also finish writing the stuff that felt difficult, too.

The way Cass had been so quick to assure her that it wasn't a silly thing to love made her feel understood in away Alex wasn't sure she ever had been before. It was like before she even opened that door and explained why she ever thought it could be silly, Cass just knew. Cass didn't just listen to what she said, she listened to all the little spaces between her words and badly covered trembling in her voice to put together what she meant. It was an overwhelming feeling, but damn, it was a good feeling. There was a long pause as she tried to gather her own thoughts on what she loved most in life. ”I think I'm starting to really believe that it's more important, too,” she agreed, “Maybe I'm not like... fully there yet, but what and who I was supposed to be is starting to feel less important than who I actually am.” 

The oread beside her helped with that in more ways than Cass could possibly know, but Alex decided that she would show her girlfriend just how much it meant by being that person for her, too. If she could be the voice in Cass's head reminding her that she was worth staying for then maybe she could at least return the favor. She knew she'd try with everything she had because Cass deserved to feel that way. She deserved people who would stick around and never make her doubt her place in their life. Maybe the oread wouldn't accept a promise from her, but Alex promised herself she'd stay. 

“Guess that would be pretty awkward,” she giggled and placed a peck on Cass's cheek, “But I don't think it's stuck if I just want you around always.“ She held on tighter to the warm hand in her own. ”So break out the Bigfeet Glue or whatever because I'm not going anywhere and neither are you.“ 

[cosmicrhetoric]

actively dating (🤢) during the release of some new lesbian film is so funny cause theres ONE single first date activity this whole month and it's going to see drive away dolls. that being said i cant tell if the film is good yet cause you guys wont shut up about pedro pascal

[loumandivorce]

important addition #3

It happened again

[pinkkbrownie]

By Prince Gaysi

[freakcliff]

iwtv fanfic Friday: devils minion era (or close enough)

on display by thisisthefamilybuisness aka @officialclaricestarling; E, 3k.

Armand leans back in her chair and smirks. “There’s nobody here to notice if you absolutely must rut yourself against the seam of your slacks, Daniel; this is a private dining room. Given the sorry state of your thoughts, though, perhaps you’d prefer if I took a seat at the bar and sat you in my lap instead. It would only be fair, of course, every patron deserves a chance to see why I spend millions of dollars and so much of my time indulging you.”

i know a place we can go luminoussbeings aka @gaysie; M, 3k.

“—come out with me,” Daniel’s saying, and Armand blinks. “I know a place—better than this one, I’m telling you. Okay, fine, the drinks are terrible, but if you want to go out dancing—you’ll see. You’ll love it. Guarantee ya.” He smiles winningly, holds out his hand. No, Armand thinks. or: Daniel sees Armand with blood on his face from a kill, thinks he's just some poor abused twink, and decides he needs to show him a good time

cranefucker island circa ‘82 by katplanet; E, 22k

“You doing all right?” Daniel asks him. Armand blinks. “No,” he says. “Most honest you've been with me since I got here,” Daniel says. And then, because it seems like the thing to do, “I can clear out, if you need the place to yourself.” “Whatever you prefer.” Armand's lips look chapped. Dehydration? He ate the kid with the sunglasses, but the smear he left took a lot of bleach to scrub away. Maybe Daniel should - “You won't be harmed,” Armand says, “regardless of your decision.” “You got served divorce papers so hard it left a crater,” Daniel says, “and you're still poking around in people's heads.”

little kidnaps in the dark | End OTW Racism by gaypiratedivorce; M, 150k

The first memory is only the first memory, the first crack —after the dam finally breaks, Daniel tries to make sense of the past unraveling itself in his mind. While continuing to thread the story of Louis's life, he attempts to untangle the questions of his own. But Armand offers no answers, and Louis gives him no straightforward ones. As their histories weave together and the line between journalism and personal chronicle disappears from sight, Daniel struggles to figure out who they were then, what they've become, and why exactly he's been summoned to Dubai.

it's a rollercoaster kinda rush by exastris_scientia aka @keepoffthetardis; E, 5k

He writes more over the next three months than he has in the last year, and he even gets paid for some of it. Not as much as before, but, y’know. He can keep his apartment, so it’s not like he’s complaining. He goes to bed early, gets up late, and actually learns how to cook something edible for once in his life. He’s not even using. It’s normal. It sucks so bad and he’s so fucking lonely. Daniel gets fired from the San Francisco Chronicle and discovers all roads lead not to Rome, but to Armand.

couldn't trust myself to proceed with caution by extrasis_scientia aka @keepoffthetardis; E, 6k.

When he opens the door, Daniel looks up from his drink. Almost every feature on his face has been changed by the twenty years between them and their last goodbye. Every one, that is, except for his eyes. They’re shielded by handsome-looking wire-frame glasses now, but they’re still as blue and sharp as they were the night they met. Their eyes lock, and Armand is astonished to discover all at once that he’s still angry. “You must be Mr. Molloy,” he manages through lips nearly numb. As if he feels nothing at all, Daniel holds out a hand. “Mr. Molloy’s my father. Call me Daniel.” Armand seeks Daniel out in 2003 and gets quite a bit more than he bargained for.

[gaysie]

ten years ago you could’ve cast LBF and assad in newsies easily. easily

[vaperarmand]

iwtv fanfic friday!

i'm being lazy today, so no theme, just some of my favorite DM one shots from recent history/memory 🫶

the great poems cover their famished faces by sweetartheart

They are rarely about comfortable.

immediately post season two, perfect banter and perfect everything. i'm obsessed with the way this author writes them beyond speech, truly

warm-blooded by flowermasters

“I am nearly five hundred years old,” Armand said, his gaze cutting through Daniel. “A vampire, and a beta.” His lip curled in apparent disgust at one or both of these conditions. “You’ll forgive me if I thought the odds were slim.” Daniel stared at him for a moment. “Slim,” he said. “Not zero.” Armand looked back at him. “No,” he agreed. “Not zero.”

daniel is pregnant post the events of 2.5 and armand checks in. it's so good and i need infinitely more of it. if you haven't read this yet, get tf up. we're reading omegaverse this friday.

no glory in love, only the gore of our hearts by luminoussbeings aka @gaysie

“Hurry up and call an ambulance,” Daniel grits out. Armand sits up and pulls back, frowning. “But Daniel,” he says, all sly bewilderment and slick disdain, “Now why would we do that?” Or: Armand rides that old man so hard he gives him a heart attack. (Un)lucky for Daniel, Armand’s going to take care of him.

they are so sick and twisted and gross and good in this. like oh my god. i'm literally in awe of kath's mind 24/7. like this is SO GOOD

monothematic delusion by uvlights

No one has painted Armand in over 400 years.

tagged 'no plot just vibes,' which is like food to me. it's freaky and violent and really fucking sweet, capturing them perfectly.