#he wouldn't notice he'd done it he's just gay like that

[good-soupmens]

Crowley’s the type that would roll a top hat over his arm and flip it on smoother than you've ever seen then act like it's nothing

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

UPDATE What's up, it's the proposal guy. You said you wanted to know how this turned out, so I figured I'd tell you. First some context though, because I'm mean and I wanna keep you in suspense longer.

1- I don't wanna doxx us so I'm not telling you where we live, but suffice to say, neither of us are American, and gay marriage has been legal here for less than five years. For both of us, this is the first relationship we've had where marriage was even an OPTION, and I think that's where we've been getting some of that whole 'this has to be a REAL proposal with EVERYTHING' idea.

2- I gotta figure out how to explain this properly. So, I'm pretty used to being the GUY guy in relationships? I was always the one who did the nice gestures, not the one they got done for. Before I met my dream guy, I didn't really notice or care that it was such a thing, I just assumed that's how shit worked. Also, I promised I wouldn't talk a lot about his stuff here, but his last boyfriend before me SUCKED. Anyway point here is, it turns out we both REALLY like feeling swept off our feet sometimes, and a big part of finding each other has been getting to feel special for once? That's a stupid sappy way of putting it the point here is I think all that's what morphed into "I need to be the one getting proposed to, also it has to be completely perfect", and then our Petty & Extra genes got involved.

So I'm sitting in bed thinking about all that up there, and watching all the comments coming in basically being like "Dude, you are BLOWING this" on repeat, and telling me to compromise, and I look up and see him flossing in the bathroom and making all these doofy faces at the mirror, and it's like a switch just flips in my brain, and I'm like "Oh, I'd rather he gets to have his perfect proposal than we both have an okay one". I'm gonna do it.

Morning rolls around, and while I'm 'out for my jog like normal' I hit up a pawn shop for a temp ring (the ring pop thing is cute but NOT HIM). I found one I was at least confident wouldn't get ruined the first time he got his hands greasy (he fixes old machines as a hobby it's hot as hell), got back home, and hid the box in the toe of my nasty ass workout shoes in the bedroom closet, since I figured he'd check there last.

He was still asleep, because he stays up late no matter what and then is SHOCKED he's tired the next day, so I called and booked a table at our usual anniversary spot. (Side note about the 'he picks bad restaurants' thing. This isn't an 'I like Greek, you like Chinese' situation, dude's just BAD at finding places. He either assumes pricey is tasty and I get to eat some overrated gourmet bullshit, or he'll try and find something hip and underground and risk giving us food poisoning again, and he REFUSES to give up and pick somewhere we've been before when it's his turn to plan date night. I'm obsessed with him <3.) Date was set, I'd propose on the 21st.

Some of you might have noticed this, but fun fact! It's currently the 16th.

Last night I'm doing dishes and he's been sent to our room for mug collection duty, and he's taking FOREVER, so I go check just in case he found the ring, because the man's a gift tracking BLOODHOUND. Turns out he hasn't, he's found my Angry Box.

I assume other people have an Angry Box? Basically, we had this huge messy fight right when we first moved in together, and I never wanna let it get that bad again, so I have this shoebox where I keep a bunch of our stuff I can look at if we're fighting and hopefully cool off. There's one of those photo booth roll things, letters we wrote when he moved back with his parents for COVID, the wine cork from our first date, shit like that. Anyway, he's just sitting on the floor staring at it, and I explain about the Angry Box, and then he! Proposes!!! Kind of.

He definitely didn't have anything prepared, because by 'propose' I mean 'ugly cried & rambled at me for several minutes before I figured out it WAS a proposal', but once I got on the same page it was amazing. I said yes, and he had to admit he didn't have a ring for me because he was CONVINCED he'd win and I'd do it, so I grabbed mine because, yeah, he was right. He was like "this is the ugliest ring I've ever seen" and I was like yeah well the plan is to replace it later and he went "No. You can pry this off my cold dead fingers. After I'm buried with it." So I guess it's not a temporary ring anymore.

I'm just gonna go ahead and skip to this morning. I pointed out we still have the reservation, and he said I should propose there anyway because "We can get a free dessert. They have those creme brulee shot glasses you like. And for love, or something" and I said ok deal, but that means you gotta get me a ring to keep it fair, and his eyes LIT UP. When I swung by his work for lunch he was still on the phone with a jeweler and he had a whole page of notes on three other ones. Pray for me.

OH PS: I was RIGHT that he'd been the one behind the cat biting me, but it wasn't about the proposal stuff, it's because I paid my baby sister three dollars to shout 'fuck you' every single time he enters a room she's in for (if you ask me, he should be madder at my sister for charging so little), and he did it by giving her a bunch of treats for biting his hands too, so now neither of us can pet our baby girl without oven mitts on. HOLY SHIT I love this man.

Oh my goddddddd I love everything about this <333 I awwww'd out loud on a voice call, like, six times while reading. You two are friggin perfect for each other and so obviously smitten with each other and I wish y'all all the happiness in the world

PS Are y'all planning to have a big wedding? If so oh boy I can't WAIT to get that one in the inbox

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[half-dead-writer]

you wouldn't guess when I got the idea for the headcanons

SPTO cast painting your nails headcanons

characters: Scott Pilgrim, Wallace Wells, Young Neil, Matthew Patel, Gideon Graves, Ramona Flowers, Kim Pine, Roxie Richter

words: 1295

reader: gender neutral

warnings: none

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

Scott Pilgrim

oh boy

don't let your hands anywhere near him /j

has like, no experience at all

has no idea how to hold your hand so it's the easiest to paint it, in the end would probably just tell you to lay it on some flat surface, leaning over and squinting while smearing the polish anywhere but your nails

his hands are not used to being so carefully maneuvered (aside from playing games, that is)

he'd insist on finishing at least one of your hand even if you decided to stop in the middle just to prove he can do it

"Hey, it doesn't look... that bad...?"

if you offered to paint his nails, he'd be pretty hesitant, but eventually gave in

if anyone asked him about it, he could always ramble about his partner doing it for him and how he's such an awesome boyfriend that it doesn't bother him!

2 out of 10

Wallace Wells

not to be stereotypical but

babe. he's gay

even if he's inexperienced, he has the patience to do it

would carefully hold your hand while focusing on the task

don't talk to him if you want him to do it well though, he has to have no distractions or else he'll go over the line

in the end he's pretty chill about it tho

"Maybe I should look for a job as a manicurist sometime, eh?"

has no troubles letting you paint his nails if you want, staring at you with a calm smirk as you're focused on your job (he thinks it's cute)

10 out of 10

Neil Nordegraf

he didn't expect his hand to be so coordinated (well, as much as it can be, given he never tried anything like it before)

very focused on not going over the line

he thought it was a pretty fun experience

staring intently at your hand, then his own ... "You think you can do mine now?"

you're excited to show him all the colors he can choose from (unless you don't have that many, in which case he'll take anything)

he's not ashamed of having his nails painted but they'll probably disappear after like few days

he'll simply scratch them off when he's bored and looking for stimulation

but hey, you can paint them again!

5 out of 10

Matthew Patel

probably already tried painting his nails before so he has some experience, but don't count on miracles

tries his hardest

gently holds your hand, has this intensely focused stare on his face

almost shushes you if you try to make some conversation in the middle of it (he must concentrate so he can make it as good as can be!)

"Hold still! ... ugh, now it's on your finger-" quickly wipes it off "Just let me-- AGAIN?!"

you reassure him it's fine

he's adamant that they will be perfect, that his work will be perfect (it isn't)

but he tried

would die if you held his hand and painted his nails though

if he noticed your nails wore off, he'd offer his services again (he asked his girls for help getting better at it!)

5 out of 10

Gideon Graves

doll (/gender-neutral), he doesn't have time for that

if you convince him it's gravely important for you, he might budge

you're lucky he loves you

the end result might even make him proud, who knows?

it doesn't

it really doesn't

you make it look so easy, why is it so damn hard for him!?

probably gets pissed off and curses after the 3rd time of going over the line

now it's personal, he will finish his work, he doesn't give up

his determination would amuse you if he didn't look so serious

will shush you if you try to tell him it's not a big deal

IT IS A BIG DEAL TO HIM!

you start to regret you even asked after spending wayyy too much time with Gideon aggressively scrubbing off the nail polish of your nail each time it doesn't look right

finally, after at least 30 minutes of him getting frustrated, he's done

and... it's... something??

he calmly raises his glasses that fell on his nose during the ordeal, pretending as if he didn't just waste 30 minutes of his life on this task "You're welcome."

won't do it again, don't ask

okay, maybe if you challenge plead him enough, he will

as for you painting his nails... forget it! he's too busy for that (he probably has trauma from his experience)

but maybe, if you ask again in a few days, telling him how it's your way of expressing your love, how no one would even see them and he might just scrub them off later, he might entertain himself with the possibility of it happening

you paint his nails black, the only color he allows you to pick (he's too manly for anything else)

he looks at his hands, both painted to the best of your abilities...

alright, maybe it doesn't look as bad as he expected

might even dig it a little??

you won't see it on him the next day though, he can't let anyone but you see them

4 out of 10

Ramona Flowers

I think out of all the people, she would do your nails the best

she paints her nails pretty often herself, so she's got some skill in it

pick any color! she probably has a lot of them, to match with her ever changing hair

she'd make you both tea beforehand

her cup would probably remain almost untouched, she'd be too focused on making sure that the nail polish doesn't go anywhere other than your nails

when she's painting her nails alone, she'd usually put on some radio so it wouldn't be so quiet

but with you, it's rare for the room to be silent

it's easy for you to get invested in any topic with her, no matter if it's just trivial gossip or complaining about some people she met during her work

you make sure to compliment her great work

she smiled warmly, "...It's not a big deal."

feel free to paint her nails! even if you're not as skilled as her, she'll appreciate it regardless

10 out of 10

Kim Pine

she has the patience for it, probably some experience as well

pretty calm approach, you're free to talk to her or listen to some music in the background while she's working on your nails

might have some really old nail polish somewhere in her house, but I wouldn't count on it still being usable

she'll just steal one from her roommate

her skill might use some adjustment, but overall, they look real nice! the errors are barely noticeable

would love to see you struggle while trying to paint hers if you aren't as good

probably would throw in some smartass quips here and there, but it's all in good fun

"You went over the line like 10 times... But I still like it." she says, observing her freshly done nails

8 out of 10

Roxie Richter

(not) surprisingly she rarely paints her nails (she's too busy being a ninja!)

which makes it a bit hard for her to keep in line

but she's got the spirit

even if there's a lot of distractions, like some song playing in the background and her rambling your ear off, she'll try her best

what counts is for you both to have a good time!

and she will not disappoint

the painting session probably takes longer than usual due to your giggles filling the room every few minutes

"Hey, do mine now!" she reaches out her hands excitedly as soon as yours dry off

hopefully you're not too distracted by your girlfriend's gushing about how she's gonna love the end result

4 out of 10 (10 out of 10 in the fun scale!)

[partycatty]

now come on we ALLL know johnny didn’t go his whole career with being in at least ONE porno. right??

like and you know he put up his best effort but also minimum because your watching HIM have sex, he’s gonna look good wether he tries to or not.

it’s deep underground locked in a cellar of a nuclear base, trust you won’t be getting it anytime soon 🙏🙏

okay im just gonna shitpost w this ask LMAO hear me out

[ masterlist ]

could you imagine like finding out on wikipedia that your bf johnny fucking cage had a brief adult movie phase, like money was TIGHT TIGHT just like him fr when he first got into the hollywood game and he ended up doing a full blown porno once back in the day

and you come up to him like "babe is it true that-" and his face is already GHOSTLY white. he prayed you wouldn't scroll down that far to see that tidbit, but you were nosy and he had a long list of weird shit he did during his career.

johnny noticing you're holding your phone, about to search "johnny cage porno leak," the literal last thing he wanted you to do. he'd jump from his spot on the couch and fly for your phone, something he wouldn't do in any other circumstance.

"i thought i had my lawyers wipe that from existence," he'd mutter, pocketing your phone. "you're not seeing that video."

he was so incredibly serious and thought that showing his dick to the entire world when he was younger was quite literally the dumbest thing he'd ever done.

of course, you found it anyway in your spare time because curiosity killed the cat but cage dick brought it back. your hand flies to your mouth as you play the obscene video, locking eyes with him in horror when he walks into the bedroom.

"YOU DID GAY PORN!?"

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO LOOK!!"

[callofdudes]

Been a while since I requested something, I shall grace this page with a request of being best friends with gaz headcanon please bestie 😊😊😊

Welcome back bestie 😊😊 I promise I'm working on all your other requests but mental health be doing backflips and I kinda feel like shit. I got some Gaz for you though.

Being best friends with Kyle "Gaz" Garrick.

Gaz is incredibly smart. If you look at his records his fighting reflex and knowledge is top chart stuff. But Gaz keeps it all very quiet. He doesn't boast about it like Soap would so when he does end up flipping heads on the enemy it's like "woah where did that guy come from-!"

Gaz uses this same skill to protect you. When you came to 141 Gaz was already settling. He had Ghost as a mentor and almost an older brother, and Soap as... Well he wasn't sure who he was supposed to be. But he had his team, and you seemed to easily click with Soap and Ghost.

Gaz wouldn't force you to be friends with him. Of course he introduced himself and you both talked occasionally but he didn't know if it was a friendship per say. And that was ok. He'd still protect you with his life any day of the week.

However you really did have intense feelings of friendship for Gaz. But you thought because of his quiet nature that he was closed off like Simon. Which in fact wasn't the case when you got him talking. He was just shyer than the others.

The first time you and Gaz really, properly hung out was on a quiet night at base, Gaz had finished his tasks and had nothing really to do. He enjoyed his time playing Dungeons and Dragons, (headcannon from @itsscromp) unfortunately he couldn't ever get the others to play. Ghost was too busy, Price wasn't fully interested, and Johnny just cared to cause chaos.

And then he noticed you were also done your work. "Well Kyle, there's no harm." And he went to ask you. And it went well. Turns out you wanted to play DND, and after playing for almost four hours together it solidified that.

And Gaz was really glad to have you as one of his few friends.

And now that you were friends you really did learn a lot more about him. Gaz would go down in a fire for you, no questions asked. Seems stupid but he specializes in VIP protection. You think he wouldn't protect you?? Think again. You're VIP to him. You all are.

Loves you a lot but is too shy to say it and think you'll get the wrong idea.

And look, you don't have skin that clear on the battlefield without having some kind of routine. This man looks after his skin like the temple his body is. (when he's not eating junk food.)

Yeah, your skin isn't cutting it for him. Sorry babes, get in the bathtub we are rinsing your hair and slapping some hydration on that forehead because Gaz knows you are gone need it to be crawling around the musty dusty desert with him.

Now, Knight is openly queer, so you know Gaz is a little spice of life as well. He keeps it under wraps and isn't as open about it in his career because he doesn't think you guys need to know and or he's met people in past expanses that didn't take so kindly to him being open about it.

He's the gay best friend, it's not overbearing. You know how most gay men are just different in a fun way. That's Gaz but he has it toned down so at first you couldn't tell and then it just clicked and you were like "woah". But you can kinda tell there just, there a something there you thinks.

You gotta keep him out of trouble to. You have to be his discernment. He's got relationship smarts but if he's even remotely cute and no good, time for bestie to step in. Sorry Gaz, not today. Your bestie is not letting you get yourself into that mess.

His gun does most of the talking and he carries a side arm so if anyone gives you smoke their gonna get got.

He's smart but also the silent, immediately jumps to using his gun conclusion guy. So if someone bullies you in the grocery store he pulls out his gun and you've gotta be like "Woah woah, not necessary mate, nooot necessary 😅😅"

Hates trash reality TV but watches it anyway. Drags you into the torture as well.

He spills the tea. He spills it always. He sometimes just walks around quietly not taking up too much air and hearing conversations and by the end of it he's got so much to tell you.

Not quite sure what I think Gaz's childhood looked like but I assume he didn't have too many friends. I could see him as the shy kid who focused more on academics and played in the trees of his backyard alone over having a boat load of friends.

So when you do things like buy him stuff or give him cuddles and affection he has this epiphany. Like this is what I've been missing!

Your comfort and affection is something he truly loves so much, but the house and traditions he grew up with weren't the most overly affectionate, and in his career there wasn't much cuddling with the homies in his unit either.

Yeah you give him cuddles he's like a leach, he'll leave when he wants to leave and only when. And he likes to sometimes cling on by surprise. When he becomes so comfortable around you he'll often waltz into your office and wrap his arms around your neck from behind, watching what you're doing.

"You done yet??"

"I'll tell you when I'm done ok?"

"Ok...... Y/n??"

"Not all of us are as fast as you at paperwork y'know"

"Sorry."

You take Gaz and Soap on adventures together and you still can't wrap your head around hos they're friends. Completely chaotic, loud and chipper faced with slightly annoyed at the loudness, just as chaotic on the inside and together you get one big Gaz Soap salad. Sticking them in a car for five hours together was a mistake for your sake.

Gaz doesn't open up about his feelings a lot, but look at you 😄 look at you helping him to open up and ask for help. To ask for the care that he needs when things get tough for him.

He was alone before that terrorist attack where he met Price and that was s very scary time for him. Looking back on it from his place in 141 Gaz was much more scared on the field then than he is now. Probably because he's got a team he knows he'll always be able to trust and confide in.

That's the best part of having you as a friend. He can confide in you with anything. And knowing him, you can also confide in him. Whatever secrets you tell him are lock and key baby. He won't tell a single soul.

Gaz tried to do all the things you've done for him, for you. When you need someone to give you a hug or some cuddles Gaz will do his best to comfort you and show you that same infectious love and care.

Whenever you have a nightmare he's right there for you. Wrapping his arms around you to keep you steady, holding you up when you can't.

He'll always try.

Celebrates your accomplishments as well. When you get promoted or a medal, hell when you do everything he's on your sideline cheering. And it's like his shyness is gone when he sees his friends receiving praise for something. He'll cheer louder than everyone in the room for you all.

But the one thing your friendship isn't above is England. If you diss on England, or their football, prepare to get got. Tickle attacks or hitting you with a pillow as punishment.

At the end of the day three of your friends are British and one of them is Scottish which starts petty squabbles between Gaz and Soap sometimes. It's all playful but sometimes Soap wants to start some shit and you end up having to try and separate them before they wrestle each other to death.

And there is probably so much more I'm missing, but remember. Whenever you need someone to watch your six, Gaz is already there. Whenever you need someone you can spend some quiet time with when things get overwhelming, you know where to find Gaz. And when life gives you bullshit. Gaz has a Glock.

[weirdlyomniscient]

The Art of Being Mediocre - pt 1

This is the provisional title of my Naruto AU, explained slightly in my masterpost here. If you ever get a better idea, feel free! I will try to make everything organised, but I don't yet have this app under control, really, so it's gonna take a while. (😭)

The plot of the AU starts at the end of the wave mission. Kakashi has a mental breakdown. How could he? His team almost died, and he was the sensei! He would have been the one responsible if they had! Nothing is ok anymore. He needs to do something

He can't. He's terrible at this. Someone else has to! He has to find new teachers for his kids...

(No worries, he will still be their favourite sensei! He's just in a bit of an emotional sinkhole right now...)

For the beginning of this AU, I'm going to post the beginning of the story I will never finish:

Kakashi pov.

They could've died.

They could've died, and it would’ve been because of him. They would have, had they been just a little bit slower, a little bit weaker. Had he been a second slower. Weaker.

They would've died. He wouldn’t have been able to protect them. He would’ve failed them, failed everyone. Failed himself. Like Rin, Obito, Minato-sensei, Kushina-san. And it would've been his fault: Kakashi's. Like it always had been, like it always would be.

It was his fault. Three children had almost died because of him. His children. His kids. Because he couldn't train them. Because he didn't know how. Because he'd been stupid. So, so stupid. How could he ever have been stupid enough to accept the responsibility for them? How could he be stupid enough to think he’d trained them well? Stupid enough to- to-

He should've known better. History had almost repeated itself and it was at his hands. His bloodied, red hands. The ones that had killed Rin. All but killed Obito.  

He'd listened to Gai's pleas of leaving Anbu and the mask behind. He shouldn't have. It was the only thing he could do for the village. The only thing he was worthy for, the only thing he could be trusted with. Not the lives of children. Not even their education, which he had failed as well.

How could he not have noticed Naruto’s attention for detail in action? Sakura being able to keep a cool head in every situation? Sasuke’s will to protect his teammates?

He was especially not capable of keeping these children safe. He had disappointed Minato-sensei and Kushina-san. His father. Mikoto. Sakura's parents, even though he didn't know them. He should; he should know them, should’ve met them, should’ve got to know his kids.

He was poison. Everything he touched wilted and withered away. Everyone he loved died. It was his fault, his curse. It had to be. Why did he think it would be different this time? Why did he hope it would be easy?

He shouldn't have hoped. He shouldn't have felt in the first place.

Feelings. They ate you from the inside out. They'd done it over and over again. It wouldn't be the last time either. Loved ones were just the ones that break you. When they inevitably leave. Die. Because of him. Because he was poison.

He was a murderer. An assassin. A monster. How had the Third put him in charge of Genin? Especially these Genin. How could anyone have accepted that? How could no one have questioned it? Why? Why?

Why again?

It was hard to breathe. Hard to see. Hard to do anything, really.

He was panting, making the choking noises of swallowed sobs.

I’m sorry, Sensei. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m-

He clutched his side, that had been pierced by Zabuza’s sword. He did not wince, he never winced. A wince could be a death sentence. A lot could be a death sentence, in the wrong situation. But it still hurt.

A lot.

He squeezed his eyes shut. He hadn’t cried in a long time. A very long time. Since his father had died when he’d been four, to be exact. But now, a single tear stained his cheek, as he muffled sobs and cries of despair behind his mask.

He sunk to the floor and the back of his head hit the wall with a thump.

I’m sorry, Kushina. I’m sorry, Mikoto. I’m sorry, sorry, sorry, SORRY.

Sorrow. Love. Grief. They were useless. They made him weak. They made him cry. They made him break.

Over and over again they took the little pieces of his heart that had survived and been carefully kept together by the people around him and broke them all over again. Squashed them like flies until he felt like crawling into a hole and dying. Slowly. Painfully. With a stab wound to his side and a heart in pieces.

A whine escaped his throat and he shut his mouth with his hands, preventing any other sounds of escaping it.

He could feel, right behind him, just on the other side of the wooden wall of Tazuna’s house, three little hearts beating. They weren’t asleep. None of them were. They were all wide awake and terrified of what just happened, their heartbeats pounding rhythms thrumming in their frail little bodies.

But they were there. The bottomless pit of Chakra that was Naruto, the crackling wildfire that was Sasuke and the steady candleflame that was Sakura. They were there and alive and terrified and traumatised and it was his fault. He reached for them with his own Chakra and stopped just short of touching theirs. Too scared to show he cared. Too scared to feel.

Weak.

They were alive, but it had been so close. So, so close. Too close.

He wasn’t a teacher. He should never have been put in charge of them. Again, his head hit the wall with a thump. He bit down on his hand and resisted the urge to bang his head against the wall. Repeatedly. Hard. His mask felt embarassingly moist, his heart squeezing tellingly.

He wasn’t a teacher. It wasn’t in his blood. He recognized his old self in Sasuke, but apart from that they were completely different from him. How should he understand them? How they felt? If he didn’t even understand how he himself felt?

He wasn’t worthy of teaching Minato-sensei’s son. Mikoto-san’s son. Not even the little civilian girl he was worthy of.

It was his duty. But he couldn’t do it. He wasn’t worthy, he wasn’t good enough, he was never good enough. They always died in the end. Because of him.

He couldn’t let them die because of duty. He couldn’t kill them because of duty. Poison them, let them despair. Wither away. Like him, with his shattered black little heart and red, bloodied hands. Another tear dropped to the ground through his drenched mask. He bit down harder and gasped for air at the same time.

Screw duty. Their little lives, their little beating hearts, their glowing and lively – albeit terrified – Chakras behind him were worth so much more. So much more than him. Than his duty. His loyalty.

Those who break the rules are scum, but those who abandon their friends are worse than scum.

Obito was worth more. Rin, too. Them. All of them. Everyone.

He couldn’t teach them. Because he couldn’t teach. But what he could do, was find them a teacher. Someone that fit. Someone that could do it. Someone less weak, less afraid. Someone who understood them. Saw them for who they were, not just the reborn versions of dead teammates.

When he looked at Naruto he saw Obito, smiling brightly to hide pain. Rin fused with Sakura, so smart and impressionable. And a little despairing boy, hating the world but nothing more than himself.

He breathed in. Deeply. He heard the echoes of a life long-gone; Minato-sensei’s laughter when Obito did something stupid, Rin’s amused scolding, his own sighs, then annoyed, now fond.

He had to... save them.

The children. His children. His team. Protect them, whatever the cost.

His life, if need be.

And it would all be worth it.

(pt 2)

[just-some-trans-nobody]

Would it be possible for any gay vampire stuff with a transmasc reader? Feel free to do nsfw if you want. Your writing is quite lovely ☺️.

Thank you for the suggestion! Much appreciated. I got so many ideas from it I end up writing a few different stories all of which I plan on posting eventually, as soon I manage to actually finish them lol.

Male Vampire x Transmasc Reader

Warnings: blood, NSFW, biting, vampire feeding on a human, unprotected sex, sex with no lube (remember to wrap it before you tap it and use lube!)

Let me know if I missed any warnings.

Minors Don't Interact!!

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You and Malachi had been dating for a few months now. On your first date you had explained to him you were trans, you wanted to make sure this wouldn't be an issue in the relationship and he laughed shaking his head no and asked if him being a vampire would be an issue. Of course it wasn't an issue for you. The date went well and soon you were on a second date. 

He often came to your place, always needing permission to come inside. You found it a little amusing. Every time he came over he would bring you a little trinket or flowers. You thought after a few months he would stop that but he didn't. The little action warmed your heart every time. He loved spending time with you playing with your hair as you talked about your day with him. The two of you would spend a few hours like this on the couch as the tv quietly played in the background until he had to leave for work. Being a vampire he preferred working the night shift, it was just better for him. 

Malachi liked watching you do chores. He could watch you all day long just cleaning or doing laundry. Whenever you finished and walked over to him for cuddles he'd have the brightest smile on his face as he held his hands up wanting you to come lay on his chest. Of course if he thought you could use some help he would gladly join you. Maybe put some music on so the two of you could dance as you did chores. 

You thought sense Malachi was a vampire, he wouldn't be scared of needles and could help you with your T-shot or boy juice as he jokingly called it. You were dead wrong. The moment he saw that needle he fainted. Sense then you haven't asked him for help. He still tries to give his support though. Standing on the other side of a door praising you for being so strong as to do it yourself often waiting with some snacks for you after. If you too can't handle needles and go to the doctors to get it done Malachi will go with and take you to get food after like ice cream. The two of you may get weird looks seeing a pale goth looking man holding an umbrella with clear skies in line to get ice cream but he doesn't seem to notice. 

Somewhere in the relationship the topic of feeding on you was brought up. You were willing but nervous. He too was nervous but rather eager. Of course Malachi wouldn't push the matter, he cared more about the comfort of his partner than feeding. When you're finally ready to let him feed on you he suggested you sit on his lap while the two of you were on your bed. This position made you nervous for other reasons. 

With your thighs on either side of his, you wrapped your arms around his torso hugging him as you closed your eyes. His hands were on your hips gently rubbing his thumbs against you. You weren't sure if he was trying to comfort you or if he was trying to ground himself. Either way it worked for both of you.

Your shirt was on the floor discarded, you didn't want to get blood on it so you took it off. Your scars from top surgery were on display, Malachi had seen them many times but he always made sure to tell you how handsome you looked when he saw them. Sometimes even kissing them if he was in a romantic mood. 

Shifting nervously you froze when you heard Malachi groan against your neck. "Sorry." You whispered to him. "It's ok love." He whispered back. He had yet to bite you. You had just been sitting on his lap for the last ten minutes as he licked and nibbled on your neck. He had claimed it was to get you relaxed and used to it a little before he bit you. You were pretty sure Malachi just wanted you to be on his lap for longer. Starting to get a little impatient you were about to speak up when suddenly he bit into your neck causing you to gasp. Gripping onto his shirt you held onto him as he gripped your hips pulling them in closer to his. You became very aware of the tent in his pants pressing against you when he had done this. 

Hearing Malachi moan against your neck caused you to whimper and bite your bottom lip. This seemed to fueled Malachi as he started to grind against you as he continued to feed on you. After a while he pulled away, gasping for air. Looking at you he grinned before noticing your dazed look. "First feeding is a little tricky." He said out of breath still as he reached over grabbing a bandage for your neck. Putting it on the bite he kissed the bandage before pulling away. "Rest love I'll get you a snack and some juice. You did so well." He praised as he laid you down on the bed. Your brain felt all fuzzy as you snuggled into the pillows too out of it to really talk. 

For what you thought was just a moment later you were being propped up and a glass was pressed against your lips. "Drink love." Malchi whispered to you and he tilted the glass up causing apple juice to rush past your lips. Humming you drank it all down before moving to snuggle into his side closing your eyes. You heard a chuckle ring out as you drifted off to sleep. 

Malachi feeding off of you became a frequent thing. At first it started off with only you being shirtless. Then he took his shirt off with the excuse that he didn't want to get blood on his shirt either. Then you decided to take your pants off, it would be more comfortable with no pants on right? Well you're not wearing pants, it must be uncomfortable having your legs rub up against his pants so Malachi decided he too should take off his pants while he fed on you. For a while the two of you would be only in your underwear while you sat on his lap with his fangs buried in your neck. The both of you too scared to cross the line to take it all off. But eventually that line was crossed. 

Sitting on his lap with his cock pressed against you, well that certainly got your blood pumping. Malachi could taste your arousal in your blood. He was already turned on and tasting you were too? Oh boy was he turned on. Biting your lip you started to rock your hips back and forth against his. You could feel him growing harder against you as you continued to move your hips. Growling against your neck you were shocked when he quickly pushed your back down against the bed as he rutted his hips against your. Pulling away from your neck he panted as he looked down at you. His eyes filled with animalistic lust "Please." You whispered barely above a breath. He easily heard your whisper. "Please what?" Malachi wanted to hear you say it, no he needed to hear you say it. "Please I need it. I need you in me!" You pleaded, arching your back as you pushed your hips up against his looking for any sort of friction. 

Malachi barely remembered to put a bandage on your neck first before pushing his cock into you. Hunching over he buried his face in the crock of your neck taking in the scent of your arousal and blood. Wrapping your arms around him you clawed at his back leaving marks that seemed to disappear within moments. Malachi couldn't focus on anything but how good you felt wrapped around his cock. The moans coming from your lips were heavenly to his ears. 

By the time he was finally satisfied he had cum three times, you had long lost count of your own orgasm. Looking down at you he looked at you with the most loving smile ever before carefully picking you up. Malachi chuckled hearing your whines of protest. "I know I know but we have to get you cleaned up." Malachi said gently nuzzling you. "I think a bubble bath is needed." 

This started the routine of having sex and a bubble bath after each time Malachi fed off you. Every time he even so little kissed your neck in a sweet way your body would react and get horny. He was more than happy to comply though, he loved his boyfriend and making love to his boyfriend. Malachi couldn't ask for a better relationship with you, he thought many times about proposing to you. Much to his joy you beat him to it asking him the question before he could. 

Malachi said yes.

[deprivedofbraincellsandsleep]

quotes from the bonus content that destroyed me! + other fav quotes

Warning: Spoilers below the cut also extremely long post (5 pages of my notes app btw) that will most likely be followed with an equally long reblog of me screaming about each quote:)))

"I don't trust her" [...] "She's Andrew’s"

"What could you be holding on to still that would drive you this far away from her?" "No. Don't ask me that."

"Maybe she was right or maybe she didn't have enough nightmares to understand."

"David rubbed a thumb along his knuckles, looking for blood he washed off years ago"

"Did you think you were my only lover? He isn't yours, David"

"Should have, could have, what-if"

"Coaches have no honor" (this one made me want to rip my hair out)

"Your word is enough. Just yours."

"One more for the road, then" (seems insignificant but it just reminded me of Nora's name on tumblr)

Neil "Hope was a dangerous, disquieting thing" Josten David "Defeat's a heavier mantle than hope" Wymack

"You might not have noticed, but he and I look alot alike! They'll look at him and see me, and we both know how little they think of me."

"Have to stack the deck in his favor somehow"

"Oh, Bee," [...] "You assume they were stupid enough to get caught."

"They cannot keep him. I will not let them."

"I know what happened to you today was beyond cruel, and that Drake's death will not undo what he did to you." [...] "I know our system has failed you every step along the way and that a part of you will carry that distrust and betrayal for many years to come, if not for the rest of your life. And I know you have done astoundingly well despite life's every attempt to crush you. I'm sorry, and I'm so, so proud of you."

"Everyone knows now, Bee" "They will not judge you for it"

"Who fears the monster that knows the taste of a whip?"

"Maybe it's past time to put the monster away."

"Andrew had loaded the gun himself; he couldn't be surprised when Aaron took aim and pulled the trigger."

"They were twins; there was too much of them in each other despite all the years they'd spend apart."

"Matching set." (...I'm ugly crying at this one)

"Someone like you wouldn't understand the importance of hiding scars"

"Andrew was trying to pull him off track, and Aaron knew beyond a doubt he'd never find his way back if he followed it to whatever ugly truth Andrew was hiding."

"He forced Andrew's words aside to haunt him later"

"I wanted nothing to do with him, but he tried, and he tried and he tried anyway. He took care of us." [...] "He refused to give up on us no matter how hard we tried to push him away."

"I don't care if you're gay, and I don't care that you picked the literal most irritating person on the planet to fall for. I care that you're being a hypocrite."

"If someone talked about Katelyn that way, I'd have punched him out years ago. I'm not going to tolerate his lewd jokes just because he's my cousin."

"Finding out how important he was to Andrew was an ongoing, eye-opening experience"

"Aaron still didn't particularly like her or trust her, but he didn't have to. She truly mattered to Andrew when so few people did anymore."

"I love Katelyn. I love her more than anything. I want to spend the rest of my life for her, but I am trying so goddamned hard to wait until graduation because you asked me to."

"'Tell me about Katelyn,' Dobson invited him. Andrew made a dismissive noise, but Aaron would take any chance he could to talk about her."

""I'm trying, okay? I'm trying. Years too late, I know, but you refused me first. I begged you to come home with me. You can't blame me for not trusting you." "I am capable of multi-tasking," Andrew said. Aaron heard what he didn't say: I blame us both."

"We've spent years making each other miserable. Can't we finally make peace?"

"I don't want to lose what we're doing here. I don't want to lose you. But I won't lose her, either. There has to be a middle ground somewhere."

"I don't trust her." (AJAHAKHAKA THE TWINYARD FEELS THE KATEAARON FEELS THE 'I DONT TRUST HER' SAGA COMTINUES. I was so convinced there would be a 'I don't trust her in the TRK story aswell but there wasnt :( )

"She's followed your rules for a year then, loving Aaron from a distance because she understands how important you two are to each other. That has to mean something, Andrew. You know it does."

"He deserves the right to try." "You both do."

"You promised me once you would never lie to me," Dobson said with a gentle smile. "A wound can't heal so long as the knife is buried in it. It's time to pull it, Andrew. You can't be brothers while you are each other's jailors."

""Peace?" he asked. "We're Foxes," Andrew said. "There's no such thing." "Ceasefire, then," Aaron tried. "Give her to me, Andrew." "You will regret it." "Says the man dating a mafioso." "I'm not dating him," Andrew said, with a hint of impatience. Aaron saw right through him, and it was enough to makehim smile as he turned his gaze out the window. "Liar.""

This entire excerpt.

(pic from @tscsunlover)

Other fav quotes:

"Nicky wasn't the only one so easily swayed, but if Nicky and Kevin were both too blind to figure that out David wasn't going to put it together for them."

"One week Neil had been the subject of some very grandiose conspiracy theories, and the next Andrew had only said 'He's Kevin's problem now, the end!' and refused to elaborate."

"'Bane of my existence,' Andrew said, and did not elaborate." (Andrew minyard and the art of not elaborating)

""Bee likes musicals," Andrew announced brightly, though David had found that out the hard way. Andrew didn't bother to explain how he knew, and Betsy only smiled when David flicked a shrewd look at her."

"Trusting he would keep a discreet eye on her most precious charge..."

"One of these days Aaron would love to know what about that mouthy liar had people bending over backwards for him, but the jagged heat that used to accompany such thoughts was long gone."

"He tried to punch me out" "You bring out that urge in people." (I have thoughts about this one)

"I liked him more when he wasn't speaking to me, Bee" "I doubt that"

"'I told her you were never going to develop a personality of your own,' Andrew told Aaron. 'She held out hope for youregardless. She has a thing for lost causes.'"

[quitealotofsodapop]

While most celestials do confuse reincarnations for their original selves, I think Iron Fan would have spent enough time in the mortal realm to learn to see the difference so the confusion over their reincarnations doesn't last long. And since she knows Wukong spelled the entrance, that means he somehow wanted this group of people to have access to his sacred home. It on Fan has enough of a brain to realize these were likely the Pilgrims' descendants and reincarnations rather than the Pilgrims themselves abdvthey just happen to have access because Wukong would never deny his troop or their decendants.

And Iron Fan isn't one to go against Wukong's wishes, not when he's sleeping just a bit further into the cave, buried under his favorite peach tree. So she does the courteous thing and brushes off her centuries of neglected hostess skills and offers them tea, only slightly threatening them.

Tang is absolutely delighted and near has a meltdown when PIF confirms that this is indeed Aolai, and not only that, but Water-Curtain Cave itself. Hecwas standing in the home of the Monkey King himself!! Pigsy brings him back to reality by asking the former celestal why she was there, since the last he'd checked, the Demon Bull Family had no reason to be anywhere near the Monkey King.

Iron Fan finally having company after so long, explains that there was much behind the battle between DBK and Sun Wukong that is and shall remain unknown to mortals and celestials alike. Namely, that DBK had done what he'd done by provoking the Monkey King on a misguided attempt to protect his only remaining sworn brother and had not listened to reason when she had warned him of the foolishness of his plan. When asked what DBK had been protecting Wukong from, PIF refused to answer.

Then, a curious baby dragon began digging, having slipped out to play with the monkeys. PIF has had to gently scold and chase monkeys away from her brother's resting spot for many, many years, but she hadn't accounted for company and a dragon. By the time she realized what was happening, it was too late, and Wukong's stone covered nose was exposed.

PIF wishes she could blame the dragons, but even she knows Wukong wouldn't have wanted that

PIF understands reincarnation a lot better than most Celestials, simply because she's more aware of Buddhist teachings + understood that the Tang monk back in the day was the reincarnation of the Golden Cicada. Redson himself has a soul thats seen a powerful previous life.

So when Iron Fan sees a Not-Monk (too sassy/gay to be a real one), a short Pig demon, and a tall buff fish demon suddenly start hanging around her brother-in-law's island one day; she gets a gut feeling that its "almost time".

Part of her believes it's fate giving a clear sign that Wukong is to awaken soon, and will require the company of his companions even in their new lifes to move forward.

So she leaves her post for barely a day at most to pick up Redson from Guanyin. Her family derserves to be reunited in whatever way it can.

And her little fireball runs off into the jungle of the island to play with a baby dragon he saw...

And when she finally catches him and makes their way to Water Curtain Cave, the whole squad are already there and half-dig up Wukong...

PIF hasn't had to play hostess in centuries, but she tries her best to make her company feel at ease - especially since the Not-Monk appears to be close to fainting at every piece of information she divulges.

Oh gosh if Mei had been the one to dig up Wukong as a curious baby dragon (and maybe a "its ok" from the spirit of Ao Lie), that would be so cute. PIF thought Mei was busy playing with Redson when she finally notices two pairs of little hands digging into the ground by the peach tree...

[queenofcats17]

The Ink Demonth 17

Today's theme is Sailor.

So, uh, have ink mermaid. Her appearance is based on this Scylla design.

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Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray

Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay

Conversing with a young lass who seemed to be in pain

Saying, "William, when you go, I fear you'll ne'er return again"

There was something that lived in the ink river.

Everyone knew it.

They could all hear the singing that came from the river when no one was around. It was a haunting sound, like nothing any of them had ever heard before. It reverberated through the cavernous underground, amplified and reverberating off of the cave walls.

"Why are you all so afraid of some singing?" Some of the Lost Ones demanded of their peers. "The Angel sings as well. Isn't her singing just as scary?"

True, the Angel's singing was an eerie sound, they all agreed about that, but her singing was nothing like the singing that came from the river. The singing from the river was... unearthly. Otherworldly. Although it was just wordless vocalizing, it seemed to touch your very core, promising experiences the Lost Ones had long since forgotten the feeling of. It compelled those who heard it to come closer, to seek it out.

But all the Lost Ones agreed, they absolutely didn't want to know what the source of that singing was. The Angel and the half-remembered stories of creatures with equally beautiful singing promised that the Lost Ones wouldn't like what they'd find.

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold

However, one day, one bold Lost One decided he would find the source of the singing. Surely, he thought, such beautiful music could never come from something cruel. It should be noted that he had never encountered the Angel, as many of his peers had. The only singing he'd ever heard in the studio was the Prophet's, and the Prophet had always been kind to them. So, when all the others were asleep or occupied, the Lost One crept down to the dock and got onto one of their ramshackle boats, setting off to find the source of the singing.

The further he got from the harbor, the louder the singing became. It wormed its way into the Lost One's mind, slowing his movements and dulling his senses. He was so entranced that he failed to notice the source of the song seemed to be getting closer. There were ripples in the ink of the river as something approached. And then... a head appeared from the ink.

The head of a beautiful woman.

His hair, it hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal

My happiness attend him wherever he may go

From Tower Hill to Blackwall, I'll wander, weep and moan

All for my jolly sailor, until he sails home

She had large, pie-cut eyes like the Alice in the posters, an adorable button-nose, and a small smiling mouth done up with lipstick. Her long black hair pooled around her in the water, some of it hanging over her face. She looked so... perfect. So untouched by the horrors of this place.

"Were... you the one singing?" The Lost One asked, stumbling to the side of the boat.

The woman in the ink nodded, her expression remaining a static smile.

"Do you.... live in the river?" The Lost One leaned out, trying to get closer to the beautiful woman. He'd never seen something this perfect before.

The woman nodded again, letting out a little giggle. Her lips didn't move.

"What's your name?" The Lost One reached out for her, but the woman disappeared under the ink.

"Wait! Don't go!" The Lost One looked around wildly. To his relief, the woman's head reappeared once more, a few feet away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said, approaching the bow of the ship.

The woman giggled again. A hand rose from the ink, beckoning him closer. The Lost One was so enraptured by her face that he failed to notice how unsettling her hand looked. The fingers were long, knobbly, and clawed. There was webbing between the fingers and fins along the side of the forearm. It looked far more fishlike than her face would indicate.

But, as I said, the Lost One failed to notice this. Instead, he fired up the motor to move the boat closer. However, as he began to move the boat, the woman disappeared under the ink again, only reappearing when the Lost One killed the motor.

"Why do you keep running?" The Lost One asked.

The woman raised her hand to gesture to him again.

"I want to get closer," he said, trying not to get too annoyed. "But you go away every time I turn the motor on."

The woman continued to gesture.

"Come in," she said. Her voice sounded like a gurgle. As though she were speaking from underwater. Her lips still didn't move.

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold

The Lost One stopped. "You want me to... go in the ink?" He asked, his voice beginning to shake.

The woman nodded.

"But if I go in the ink, I'll go back into the puddles," he said.

The woman was silent for a moment or two, seeming to consider this.

"Follow me," she finally said. Then, she dipped out of sight, reappearing a few feet away once more.

This time, when the Lost Ones started the engine, she didn't disappear. Instead, she led him to a dock he'd never been before, one on the other end of the river.

"I've never been here before," he remarked as he docked the boat and stepped onto the dock. "It's nice. A lot nicer than the dock at the harbor."

He looked back at the woman, who was still in the ink. Only her head was still visible.

"Aren't you going to come out of the ink?" The Lost One asked, approaching the river.

The woman didn't answer, but she did move toward him. As she did, more and more of her rose out of the ink, revealing exactly what she'd been hiding.

My name, it is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair

And I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year

Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be

Who love a jolly sailor that ploughs the raging sea

While up aloft in storm, from me his absence mourn

And firmly pray, arrive the day, he's never more to roam

Everything about her looked... wrong. Although she did have a humanoid upper body, she seemed more eel than person, her proportions elongated and emaciated. She had a long, thick tail where her legs should have been, the surface mottled and slimy. The thing he thought was her face seemed to instead be some sort of mask on the top of her head, beneath which was her true eel-like face.

She smiled at him, bearing a mouth full of needle-sharp fangs as she clawed her way up the dock toward the Lost One.

"What... What are you?" The Lost One stammered, stumbling away from her.

The creature smiled wider. "Hungry..."

Then, she lunged for the Lost One.

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold

When Allison ventured out to the dock to check what the screaming had been about, she found nothing but splatters of ink and a trail leading back into the river, along with a single abandoned boat.

And on the wind, there was the sound of singing coming from the river.

Allison immediately went back inside, sure she didn't want to know what had happened.

[yellowgreendinno]

My Ick

You know what gives me the ick? The fact that Fuenozel would be a much more popular ship (more than it already is, because from what I've seen, many ship them or say that it would compel them) if it was straight. Just imagine the following, because I assure you that with what society has taught us during our lives, this will look much 'cuter' and 'shippable' than the original. These are my Fuenozel headcanons that I've decided to publish with my not really OC, Nobuko Silva. It's their story, gone from 'oh my god, I love gays!' to 'ugh this is so chiché' with the simple act of genderbending one of them.

!Recommendation! - Listen to "Kyoto" by Phoebe Bridgers

Enjoy~

Imagine two little royals, one is six and the other's just barely five. A little red head boy and a tiny silver haired girl. They meet for the first time because his mom was busy, and so decided to ask her mom to keep watch of him and his big sister. They arrive to the Silva Castle, where the woman by the name of Acier Silva awaits with a little girl hiding behind her long leg. So, naturally, he goes to say hi to her the first, while his sister stays behind to chat with the beautiful mother, who seems interested in the youngling's fast whit and attitude even at such a young age. The both leave, leaving the boy and the girl on their own to play house or whatever kids their age do, said his sister. The girl is shy at first, and genuinely thinks her new playmate is a demon because- Momma are those fangs and eye marks even human?!

And so it goes, and they meet regularly. And by the age he turns ten and she's barely nine, he's managed to get the girl to see him as a friend. Her best friend, actually. But he knows she'll never admit it out loud. One day, she asked him what his dream was, not expecting his friend -his all too sensitive friend, in his opinion- to throw a tantrum, because- "Not fair! Becoming Wizard King is my dream! You stole it!" Obviously, he didn't want her to be upset, so, with a hug that held the sentiment of their pure little age, he promised that - "We can compete to see who becomes the Wizard King, I promise"

And just like that, their dynamic has changed completely. By the time he turns twelve and she's barely eleven they meet every day before lunch time at the Vermillion Estate's training grounds to fight, gaining more and more control over their mana every time they spar. It's never seriously though, they wouldn't dream of hurting each other. At least seriously. How many of her favourite blouses were torn and burnt? And just how many of his blue jackets were cut apart? How many scars does she have from third-degree burns? How times has he gone to Owen because of mercury poisoning? They're young and they're having fun, that's what matters.

But of course, things change. And soon, let's say by the time he turns thirteen and she's barely twelve, he finds himself spending more and more time inside her room than in his. They hang out, talk about their dreams, and simply are. They were friends before, but now their bond was deeper, nearer. She wouldn't find it to be a surprise to see him slumped in her own home, in her own room, in her own bed, after a long day. She would still get scared when he sometimes slammed the door open with a loud noise against the wall, his loud voice wanting to tell her something he'd done the day. And for him- he lived to see that reaction every day. If you asked him why, he would answer that- "It's hilarious!"

He starts to get scared when he turns fourteen and she's barely thirteen. She's starting to learn what stoicism is, and his sensitive crybaby of a best friend is slowly but surely slipping from his fingers. Things don't change much aside from that as time moves on from that year. But they become close, inseparable. More than they ever were before. His sister, her mother and even Lady Theresa Rapual had noticed it. There was a subtle change in his mana. Lady Theresa once told him that one's mana shifts to appease and please the ones close to oneself. That's why his mana had always been loud, fiery, dangerous, booming, wild, savage. It mirrored his sister's. But the Lady had noticed, however, that her devoted student's mana was slowly becoming more collected. It imposed respect. Beauty. The inexistent coldness of the crackling fire. But she knows better. The girl is often seen in family dinners now. She talks to his parents as if they were her own, to his sister as if she were her own. He, in exchange, finds himself holding a baby boy with white hair and blue eyes as he walks into the Silva Castle, his presence now brotherly and calmly. He finds himself witnessing a little girl with pink eyes create specks of mist with her own hands for the first time. Being without each other equals to cutting off their dominant hand now. It feels good. Lady Acier's somewhat like the non-neglecting mother he wished he had. And he found himself blushing once he barged into her room one day, and found the sight of his best friend in a towel, in the midst of styling her damp hair. He tells her what he was about to with excitement, and then goes out of the room. He tells her to meet him outside, and their sparring session goes by as it normally would. They gone to Raque and the volcano's hot springs together. And it goes on as usual - the playful pushes into the water and booming laughs. There was only one problem. The one thing that scared him. He found himself thinking about her white, damp hair and fair, wet skin afterwards.

It all changes then. By the time he's fifteen and she's barely fourteen. Acier Silva falls and so does the earth under his friend's feet - and consequently, under his. The only thing that his mother- Lady Acier had left behind was a small baby with all to big lungs. He spent the night after her death. He saw it all. The quivering mess his best friend has become. The screams. The tears, sorrow, guilt, all the hairs pulled out of spite. She wears a golden choker now. She tries to comfort her siblings, but she can't even comfort herself. So, he climbs up the tallest tour in the kingdom - to her window. And in all those years, he had never seen her cry like that. The sobs and screams. The next morning, she assured him he was better. So he left the Castle with an uneasy feeling. He doesn't see her in a year.

Then, he receives a letter. This happens probably when he turns sixteen and she's barely fifteen. He got a pretty silver decorated card with a place, a time, and a dress code - an invitation. To her Grimoire receiving ceremony. His mind runs a thousand miles a second as he dashes to his chambers to prepare himself. And now... now is when that funny feeling appears. He finds himself searching purpousely through all of his clothes to find an outfit that she'd like, he cleaned up perfectly, sprayed a bit of cologne on his neck and wrists - the one he knew she liked -, and made sure he was the most charming picture of a royal man. He wonders what she'll look like... Will she wear a Silva dress, or a tailored one? Will she wear heels? "No, she probably has grown" Will she be up for a spar, or has she turned into a pretty royal? Only now- he realises she's always been pretty. He jumps on the carriage for it to take him to the Silva Castle, the place he's avoided for a year. He feels mighty as all those faces turn to look at him, a perfect single young man who could make a match for all those noble's daughters. But it doesn't matter, because they all disappear once he makes eye contact with the person he misses the most. She wears a tailored dress. A white one, adorned with feathers. Heels hold her weight, and a silver tiara adorns her perfect white hair. He wonders if she stares at him too, watching his perfect vermillion mane wave in the open window's breeze. If she wonders what he smells like, what his now calloused hands will feel on hers after a year. They walk closer, and he sees - she hasn't grown a bit. Not in height. He looks at her closely, and notices he always knew his friend was pretty. She always knew her friend was pretty. But now? They see each other and only see the perfect image and the whole epitome of ethereal beauty. Her new Grimoire glows beside her, but he couldn't care less. He now has to look down at her, as she has to crane her neck to make eye contact with him. He places his hand on waist, her hand going to his shoulder. "May I have this dance?"

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Helpless part 61, I'll smile, that's all it takes to fool this town

TW/Homophobia

His neck snapped, he hadn't said a single word that day, he wasn't worried, or scared, or even surprised. He walked up with no struggle, stood there with perfect stillness like he knew it was coming. The night before he'd hugged him, told him everything would be okay, he lied. He looked away as he was hung, tears ready to run down his face but he couldn't, he'd been seen as weak, he couldn't let any emotion show. Elliot had never done anything wrong, he couldn't, everyone loved him, he was the only person that treated others like they were people. His breath was short, he wanted to scream but he couldn't do that, that would be admitting a weakness. No one around him seemed cared, they all watched, all emotionless. The sharp words of the preator rang throughout,

"This is what happens when you step out of line. Let this be a warning, any others willing to step out of line will have the same punishment." No one spoke out though fear filled the space around them, that's all it would take to be killed. The message was clear, don't be different, don't stick out, don't show emotion or else you will be punished. Jason Grace shot awake, tears started to run down his face. He was nine when he watched him die, he was one of the only people who cared about him then and he was hung at the age of fourteen. His breaths were shallow and short, he needed to calm down, he couldn't be like this, he was a wreck. He couldn't tell them. He couldn't tell anyone. He needed to be okay. He took out the letter locked in his drawer, he'd memoriesd it by now. It was the only thing he had to remember Elliot by, it told him why everything that happened... happened. He was gay, the person he thought was his boyfriend was actually doing it on a dare and told the preator. It had been ban for years, always punishable by death. The day Jason became preator he changed it, he got backlash but refused to keep the law, it was still to late, how many children had already been murdered because of a fucking crush? He was crying silent tears, too scared to make a sound, he glanced at the clock next to him 2:17am, he must have fallen asleep after dinner. He remember that day with Nico, he'd sworn everything would be okay but all he could think was the sound of snapping. He knew things had changed but that was only seven years ago; he always thought Camp Half-Bood would be better with it but he still dreaded the thought of people finding out. He hated himself, hated that he way gay, hated that he couldn't just be fvcking normal.

"Hey Jay, you wanna watch a movie? Can't sleep, guessing you can't either, don't think any of us are after finding out about Nico." Fvck, it was Percy, he needed to get his sh!t together.

"Y-yeah su-sure." He muttered, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand. Percy walked inside carrying some snacks and an old laptop that the two of them had downloaded a bunch of movies on. Then he noticed the son of Jupiter, crying silently, breath unsteady.

"Are you alright? What happened?" He sat down next to him on the bed, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fine. What do you want to watch tonight?" He fvcked up, he needed to hide it better.

"Jay, what's going on? You can talk to me." No, no he couldn't, because that would be admitting he needed help. He knew things at Camp Jupiter were better now but the damage had been done, he could barely feel anything anymore, anything that wasn't you aren't enough, try harder.

"I'm fine, Jackson." Percy knew something had happened, and he knew it wasn't the first time. He'd seen how he tossed in his sleep, how he was almost fully alert, how he shot awake at the slightest sound of speaking. He'd tell him when he felt ready to, he wouldn't try to force it out of him.

"Okay, just remember I'm here if you ever want to talk." He just nodded before opening the laptop and started scrolling through movies,

"Hercules?"

"No, never again. I watched it with Annie once and she spent the whole time correcting it, I still haven't recovered. Scream?"

"I think we have enough horrors in our life already, Beauty and the Beast?"

"Yeah good idea." They'd both watched it at least four times but it was comforting and the songs were good. Fourth three minutes had passed and Jason hadn't processed a single part of the movie, his mind was filled with the nightmares and memories which were the old preators of Camp Jupiter, he had never blamed Octavian for the way he was, with those two it could have happened to anyone. He wished he could talk to Percy but that would be showing weakness; he needed to stop this, things had changed, he wasn't even there anymore. He needed to be okay, that was two years ago he should be fine, he should have forgotten. But all he could here was the snap of breaking necks and being yelled at to work harder. He needed to train more, be strong, better strategy, nothing was enough, he had to be perfect. That wasn't enough, be more than perfect, stand in line, fit in, be a true Roman. He needed to tell someone, he wanted to, but every time he went to speak he stopped himself.

"I saw someone get hung." He said it. Why he had said it he doesn't know, he regretted it but there was nothing else to do.

"What the fvck? Who? Where? Why?!."

"Camp Jupiter, I don't know why I'm telling you this. I was like nine I think."

"What the actual fvck Jay! Why where they hung? Did they kill someone or something?"

"Don't... freak out when I tell you this... the rules have been changed from the day I became predator."

"What the fvck was it? Like missing training or some sh!t, gods that would be fucked up."

"It was for being gay."

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

"It's changed now, I'm guessing things are better here?"

"No shit, no one says homophobic sh!t unless they want to get stuck clearing out stables for months." They fell into a strange silence after that, both too scared to break the silence between them. Percy had always wondered what Jason's life had been like at Camp Jupiter, he had never spoken about it much, every word being brief and never before he became predator. Ten minutes passed both watching the movie but not taking a word in,

"Reyna was against it."

"What?"

"When I got rid of the law Reyna didn't want me to, she said it wasn't worth it, said it would cause more trouble."

"How'd you get is passed?"

"I didn't give her a choice, it was the only option."

"Good job mate, it was the right thing." Tears started to form in his eyes but he held them back, he couldn't cry in front of him. He knew he needed to get out of that but thirteen years of no showing emotion tends to have that effect. "Jason are you alright?"

"I- I'm f-fine." He needed to get a grip on himself what the hell was he doing,

"You know you can talk to me, yeah?"

"Yeah." In, hold, out, nothing, repeat. He need to stay calm, he was sharing too much, he was becoming weak. He couldn't say it, as he debated to find the next words that would come out of his mouth Percy broke the silence.

"Well mate I'm really happy you got that changed because otherwise I would have been killed at Camp Jupiter." Jason froze for a second, before shifting his gaze towards the son of Poseidon.

"Wait what?"

"I'm bi, I'm guessing that fell under the same thing?"

"Honestly I never read it properly, I just got rid of it. But rewinding are you like... ya know... out?"

"I mean mom and Paul know, and obviously so do Annie and Grover; it's not something I try to like hide I just don't really have a reason to tell everyone I guess? Like I wouldn't care if everyone knew but I'm not going go out of my way to tell them because it doesn't affect them." He'd never really thought about it, he'd known since he was twelve but it wasn't something that he'd ever thought was worth sharing. And there was always the fear of a bad reaction which he didn't want to put up with.

"A-are they all like... fine with it? Like do they care?" Percy smiled,

"My parents said I wasn't allowed to have anyone over with the door shut anymore and Annabeth said I better not leave her for Nico so no not really." He left out the fact that Grover had always known, through the year they had in the mortal world and the empathy bond, it was never something they talked about, just something they had both known.

"H-how? How are you so... okay with yourself? How do you tell people? Don't you feel vulnerable?" He stopped the tears, he couldn't cry, he wouldn't let himself, even if he wanted to he couldn't.

"I guess sometimes you just have to trust people, not everyone is the right person to trust but you need to open up to people occasionally, it's just a part of life. And if they do react badly they weren't good people and well you just have to move past it sometimes because you will say or do something you regret but it's... it's just life." He debated with himself, why had things seemed so much easier with Leo? Why couldn't he just control it? He hid it for years, he- couldn't- fail- now. He thought if the words Percy had just said, h-he- wasn't strong enough to do it. Maybe that was really being weak? Maybe being scared if yourself was weak. He thought back to Nico, he had it forced out of him yet he was still strong, he never denied it, he wasn't scared of himself like he was. He'd realised he was okay he told the people he'd cared about on his own terms, he was stronger than he'd ever be. He thought back to himself, never brave enough to admit a word yet he'd made a change, maybe it didn't change the minds of a hundred Romans, maybe it wasn't that effective, but he'd still tried to make a change. If only he'd been stronger that might have been a more powerful one; he had to do this, no matter how much he dreaded it, he would.

"I'm gay." That's when he finally let the tears he'd been holding back run down his face, he couldn't do this anymore, yesterday had barely seemed real. He tried to stop his sobbing but that just made more tears fall, his breath felt shallow and weak.

"You're alright, deep breaths. I'm proud of you mate."

"I-I feel so fvcking weak and useless; I can still imagine the sound my neck would make as it snapped."

"Jason, nothing is going to happen, I know it can be hard to change your thoughts but remember you're the reason that won't happen to anyone else."

"I was too late, that won't take away the trauma, the self hatrid, the people who still think it's wrong because of what it used to be." He said through his broken voice and sobs,

"No, but it's a step in the right direction Jay. People will suck either way but you tried and you made a difference, maybe it didn't help that many people but I'm sure at least one person heard of the removal of the law and changed their life, gave them hope."

"I-it wasn't enough."

"Yes it was, you need to stop being so harsh on yourself."

"That's pretty fvcking difficult when you've been told you're not good enough from the age of fvcking three." Percy pulled him into a hug,

"Well you won't be hearing it anymore, you're good enough, you deserve everything."

"T-t-thank- you Percy."

"Now let's finish this movie."

[future-dregs]

Okay so I'm having to catch up on my rewatch thoughts, and they're going to be all over the place because I am going Through. It. at the moment.

But let's start, and see what happens.

So.

Faith.

Faith is a difficult episode for me. Anytime Sam's faith is brought up it is.

But anyway.

At the beginning of the episode we see another emerging pattern. Sam's job is to grab the kids and run. Idk if there's a deeper meaning to this or not, it could simply be that Sam is just bigger and has more reach, but what I've noticed is that, though Dean is better on the whole with children, Sam is the one (usually) given the role of rescuer, the one to carry them out.

This is a horrible episode for Dean's self worth and his loathing complex and it starts that way immediately with him nearly fucking tasering himself to death to get the job done.

When the doctor tells Sam that Dean's time is very finite, you can just SEE the bottom fall out of his entire world.

Because Sam.never loses this you see, no matter how old he gets or what Dean goes through or how much damage they both take, he never fully loses this idolization of Dean. He never quite believes that Dean can actually be hurt enough to keep him down, that something could actually get the better of Dean.

Even though he worries for Dean's life constantly.

It's just another of the paradoxes in which they live.

Later we will Sam disparage the woman for what she's done, saying its evil. Dean interrupts with "desperate". This is because Sam hasn't yet reached the limits of what he'd do for Dean. He's willing to twist or break ANYTHING to save his brother, but he still thinks, and perhaps even only as a defensive mechanism, that he has a line, not to be crossed, good and evil choices.

Dean already knows he would chain Sam's reaper.

"What would you do for your brother?" It isnt even a question for Dean. Everything in him has been taken apart and rewired to Sam. He'd do anything. And he doesn't have to waste time thinking about it. And he KNOWS this about himself.

This is the first episode that Sam begins to learn it himself.

Dean has resolved himself to his fate, trying to put on brave face. For Sammy, of course, but also himself. It's a terrifying thing.

Sam goes into full research mode. There IS a solution and he WILL find it, because Dean's death is not something he will accept. I know by the end of he knew more about hearts than most surgeons.

And then. A miracle. A faith healer.

And oh. Sam believes.

Now. There's something I want to bring up. When Sam is going through the binding book, we see clippings of the previous victims. Notably an abortion rights advocate and an openly gay teacher.

And we see Sam's face twitch up when he sees them. And this is of course to indicate to us the bigotry behind why these people were chosen (if it wasnt obvious already) and to show that Sam doesn't share in it.

Thing is. I know that twitch. I've DONE it. Its recognition and yes this is part of my queer Sam agenda proof, thank you very much.

Dean's "I'm gonna pray for you" at the end just KILLS me, because he will. Maybe an older and more jaded Dean wouldn't, but this is a young and freshly bled Dean, all raw with guilt and doesn't think he even deserves to live. Of course he's going to pray for this girl.

This is just a really raw episode all around.

Sam wants to take the gift of Dean's life and run far away with it, but they can't. And he feels sick over knowing someone had to die for Dean, and he KNOWS it'll gut Dean empty, but he'd still do it.

Dean has a healed and healthy body, more time, an extension on life. And he's so guilt ridden he can't stand it. God has a plan for him, but God didnt heal him, and he doesn't even believe, but yet. He WAS chosen over everyone else, and he was restored.

And the preacher's wife is dead and his ministry is most likely over and who knows how HIS faith is holding up cause he just got the rug pulled violently out from under him and there's tentfull of desperate people begging for help and he CAN'T anymore.

And a faithless man promises to pray and two believers wait in agony for some comfort and response.

[grimgiblog]

Using this blog to collect animation references and post about our hyperfixations. Surprise surprise I really like Victor Saltzpyre as a written character, their voice actor does a phenomenal job, and the Witch Hunter Captain class is just really fun to play.

I will complain and say that the warhammer fanbase being filled with fascists who don't have the braincells to comprehend subtext and parody makes things a bit of a slog.

I will also complain that Saltzpyre is the fruitiest character alive, whose VA developed his voice from gay actor Kenneth Williams. 15:50 in this interview stream.

"And he was very you know, very camp, very gay. And in the days when you weren't allowed to be. When it was illegal. The weird thing it happened in America as well, was it was alright to be kind of camp and you know sound a bit fae and a bit kind of....you know. Gay. But you weren't allowed to be. So homosexuality was illegal. But being funny and camp was okay. And Kenneth Williams used to do this thing where he'd be; at one minute kind of completely London and then go into a whole posh sort of voice like that. And talk to any englishman and they go: yeah man you're just channeling Kenneth Williams."

I notice that in the fanbase where Victor's character, his gay way of being is sort of skewed and interpreted as him being just silly. Lot of meme shit has him as this straight pussy slayer gangster. How they kind of overide such mannerisms as just him being funny and camp. Not that he isn't funny or silly on his own right, but I reflect on how if this very same character was revealed as gay a lot of people who enjoy him probably wouldn't anymore. How the games themselves are littered with both homophobes and lgbt individuals. I think a lot about censorship.

And I think about straight interpretations of the character, which while there are some good bits of fanfic--quite a few of them derive on the nonconsensual. On unhealthy male and female dynamics. I also think of the lack of chemistry involved there. How with Sienna it's considered a "forbidden love" sort of deal, even though, it is in fact: a straight couple. It's not to say that the pairing can't be done well, and not to admonish those who do like it. (It's a dumb funny rat game and none of this matters in the grand scheme of things ship who you want I'm just an old grumpy cuss.) and it will probably be confirmed by the devs to be cannon anyways. But I always saw Victor and Kruber, two soldiers of the empire, one of polytheism and monotheism, sir and subordinate dynamics to be more interesting and barely written about. I want to make more stories and characters following their relationship. I want to write about gay 40 year old men, puritans who haven't experienced love, and big old male sluts who have shagged and been shagged more times than they can count. Of power and subservience and breaking the gender binaries. Of healing and of faggy banter.

There's a lot to explore and writing about them and drawing them has helped me figure out a lot about my own characters I want to write about. As well as what I enjoy and my own homosexuality as well. A lot to ruminate on. Just goes to show what a good game with great writers and actors can do lol.

[geddy-leesbian]

romantic Serrennedy weed smoking scene because I don't want to wait until the stuff that happens before it is done to post it (think the necessary context is just that they're in a fancy hotel and fucked a lot the night before because they'll be apart a while for Luis's tour)

(basically just sweet fluff, but there's one paragraph where Luis talks about a bar fight he got into years before. but it's not angsty at all, he's laughing and bragging)

Baths are one of Leon's guilty pleasures. Leon wasn't one to appreciate life's finer things, so much of the hotel's luxuries were lost on him. But the bathroom? That he very much did appreciate. He was looking forward to the biggest bathtub he'd ever seen. Square, fancy jets, right by a huge window overlooking the city.

Leon soaks, Luis perches on the edge of the tub, bouncing his leg.

“You look like you want to ask something.”

“Would you mind if I smoked in here? Not cigarettes. Pot,” Well then. Leon figured he was going to ask if he could get in the tub with Leon, there's enough room. Pot is a surprise, but not an unpleasant one. It's been a while, but from what he remembers, pot makes Leon all sappy and romantic. “I know you don't like cigarettes.”

“Get in the tub with me,” Leon answers. “And share.”

“Deal.”

Luis leaves for a minute and then comes back with a joint he hands to Leon while he undresses. Leon would have liked to watch him undress (even though he knows what Luis looks like under the clothes, there's still something exciting about the process) but instead he takes a hit and coughs until Luis is already sliding in the tub next to him. He’s kind of embarrassed to be hacking up a lung. He has done this before, really, it's just been a while.

“This is nice,” Luis says, stretching out his legs and taking puffs that don't make him cough like Leon. “I've never been much of a bath person, but I've never been in a bathtub long enough for my legs.”

Leon is a lightweight and starts getting a buzz long before Luis, and slides to the other end of the tub. Luis looks a bit hurt.

“Just wanna look at you,” Leon explains. “You're pretty. I don't tell you that very much. You tell me I'm pretty all the time, I don't say it back. Not sure why, you are. Get why that girl threw her bra at you. Would've done the same thing if I had one. You looked so good up there. And sounded. Fucked up. Fucked up that someone's just allowed to look that hot. You shouldn't be allowed on the streets.”

Luis doesn't say anything, but smiles, very amused by the weed turning Leon into such a chatterbox.

“Perfectly imperfect,” Leon is still going, now staring at the scar on Luis's cheek. “I like the scar on your cheek. I wouldn't like your face as much if you didn't have it. You'd be too perfect, you need a flaw to balance it. How'd you get it? Sorry. That's rude to ask. I'm high.”

“Yeah, I can tell you are. It's okay. I really don't mind talking about it, I won the fight, it's a good story. I would have told you the story sooner if I knew you liked the scar. I've told you how people picked fights with my band. I got this the first time it happened. There was a girl flirting with me, I flirted back. Turned out she already had a boyfriend, who was very drunk. Also very confused. It was hilarious!” Luis succumbs to a giggle fit. He finished the joint, and while it's not hitting him like it is Leon, he's definitely high. “He was pissed I was flirting with his girl, but he was also pissed that I, in his opinion, looked gay. So somehow I wasn't attracted to women and that was bad, but I also was attracted to his girlfriend, which was also bad. He kept flipping between which thing he was mad at, it was so funny. But anyway, somehow it got physical, I really don't remember how honestly, just how it ended. My cheek got cut with a shard of glass. Bled a lot. The scar would probably be much less noticeable if I'd gotten stitches, but I was afraid to go… I broke a bottle on the guy's head. He had a concussion probably, his girlfriend dragged him out to take him to the ER. Was afraid I'd get arrested. So I just hurried to grab the rest of my shit and flee from the scene of the crime with my band, hoping he'd be too drunk to remember and tell the cops anything. Doubt they would have cared about what he did to me, just what I did. But it was okay. Didn't get in trouble, learned a lesson, got a neat scar. Never got into bad fights after. Learned to hit people with mic stands, things wouldn't escalate to emergency room bad if they didn't get close.”

“Really? The guy's head?” Luis nods. “What the hell. My boyfriend knows how to beat people up. That's hot. Badass. Didn't think that actually happened in real life. Thought it was just movie shit. Damn. I love you.”

“I love you too. All the time, but especially when you're high. Wouldn't have guessed you'd be a talker like this.”

“Should buy us a house with a big tub, we'll do this all the time then.”

“It's not like we need to both be in a bath to do this.”

“Yeah,” Leon pouts. “But I like baths.”

“We'll remodel if whatever house we buy doesn't have a tub up to your standards,” Satisfied, Leon goes back to smiling. “So, you were excited for last night, it live up to what you were expecting?”

“Fuck. Sure did. Glad you made me wait, was pretty romantic.”

“So… Up for another round after we're out of the tub?”

“Shit,” Leon wishes he could say yes. He wants as much Luis as possible before he leaves today. But part of why he wanted to soak in the tub so much was that he got a lot of Luis last night, to the point he's sore all over, outside and inside. It's the good kind of sore, like he'd get after working out, but it's still soreness. “Was too good, I'm sore. Might actually die if you do anything to me. I'll suck your dick though.”

[alarrytale]

Happy Friday, Marte! Two things for little discussion.

Talking about Louis´ closet and his flamboyancy/mannerism - just yesterday I told my friends that I will probably travel to Munich in September to see Louis and just to get away from my normal life for a bit. And when I send them the first announced artists, I noticed there´s Tokio Hotel playing there as well. I don´t know how much you loved/hated them 20 years ago when they were popular mostly in the central Europe but the singer Bill Kaulitz has never done a comingout but it´s very obvious where his sexuality stands imo. So it just makes me into daydreaming how it will be adorable if Louis manages his hard closeting trauma from 1D, stop targeting to het male audience and stop doing this wannabe toxic masculinity (which is totally fake ´cause like how can a soft, flamboyant and dainty gay fits into toxic masculinity anyway) and just be proudly and openly himself. IMO he doesn´t really need to do coming out, he still has F on his back to be "safe" but just wanted to share opinion that there are queer artists that are not out and we still know they are queer because they are themselves. And Louis can easily be one of them and I think it will help him to get new audience from queers.

Seeing Louis is still in Sydnes, one part of me is happy that he is is enjoying time off with his friends in Sydney because who would want to be stuck in the middle of the winter in sun-less Europe when you can be in warm sunny Australia. But second part is sad that he´s still there and not with his boy who is not with him but in London (according to some fans on twitter who witnessed him there and there last and this week). But I know they know what they are doing so guess H is busy working and Louis is just enjoying vacation and that´s why they are not together now.

Happy friday to you too, anon!

I have no knowledge about Tokio Hotel. I agree that it would be a dream if Louis managed to overcome his closet restraints and rebranded his image into something not so toxic and something closer to who he'd want to be and project without societal and label pressure. I think the whole situation is coplex. Harry is out there acting flamboyant without it hurting him, but with Louis (who is naturally flamboyant, it's not put on) it might be too much since he's not straight passing like Harry is. If Louis suddenly were percieved to be gay by the gp, larry rumours would return and all eyes would be on Harry. Sony wouldn't have that. Bg wouldn't be enough. So i think there's still pressure on L to supress his flamboyancy and it's tied to contracts, bg and Harry.

Louis is still in Australia. The sightings of H in London from random twitter accounts is an old trick they use to place him where they want him to be. I laughed when i read them, because it's too detailed and not tweeted like a fan would. There is no need for H to ride citrus fruit bikes in populated places if he's not papped or stunting. The only reason he's out there doing it is for promo, and for it to be promo he must be papped. So pics or it didn’t happen. It just made me even more sure H is in Australia with him. If H is not it's because he's working like you said. L might also be having a week off and will head back to London soon. We'll see!