#lame little queer boy

[jameslongforjimshortforgabriel]

guys I can't take it anymore I like her so MUCH i just wanna LOOK AT HER and BE WITH HER and I just thinka bout KISSING her bcs she's SO GODDAMN PRETTY and I just can't stop LOVING HER but at the same time I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO THAT do you see my problem

[sethcertified]

hello! how are you doing today?

can i request stu macher and billy loomis with a reader who’s love language is giving gifts? specifically they hand make gifts for every little occasion or just because they feel like it, but feel guilty if they get gifts themselves? thank you :)

「 LAME ! 」 . . . 📂

scream : billy loomis, stu macher

w.c : 733

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . You give your first gift to Billy and Stu… except you’re a total nervous wreck about it.

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . billy loomis, stu macher, & implied!male reader

What were you doing?

You asked yourself that a million times now as you made your way back to Billy’s house. It wasn’t any special occasion. It wasn’t even a holiday! Yet, there you were, outside Billy Loomis’s door, gift in hand.

God, you were lame.

You stifled a groan as you stared at the friendship bracelets you had made for Stu, Billy, and yourself. The teasing from them would be endless! Stu would probably love the gift, show it off to everyone. And.. threaten anybody who dared to make fun of you for making the bracelets, saying how much of a queer you are or something stupid.

But Billy..?

Would he even wear it? All your efforts into making the bracelets? Wasted..?

Before knocking on his door, you paused and looked down and just… stared. Rethinking your life choices; however, was interrupted by a certain loud mouthed boy swinging Billy’s front door open.

“Is that [Y/N], I see?!” Stu exclaimed teasingly. He slung his large arm around your tense shoulders, “I was just thinking about you.”

“Hi, Stu.” You said as you hid the bracelets clutched in your hand as quickly as possible. Stu was more perceptive than a lot of people took him for. And pushy. And nosy. Not a good combo when trying to hide something from him.

However, not quick enough for Stu not to notice. He was practically breathing down your neck trying to catch a glimpse of whatever was hidden in your clutches.

“What’s that?” He asked, eyeing you, trying to draw out your secrets with that look in his eyes. That puppy dog look.. Christ.

Desperate to hide the flustered expression covering your face, you played his question off, “What’s what?”

“Whatever is in your hands.” He said quickly.

Caught red handed. Ouch. Your flustered expression dropped into a frown. There was no backtracking now. Stu wasn’t who you were worried about anyways.

“It’s for you and Billy..” You admitted.

Stu was quick to wrap his long limbs around your torso in delight. His hold was tight. Too tight. However, it was impossible not to melt into his grip. He was albeit a big, sometimes scary, teddy bear. One of the cheap ones from the fair though, you thought with a snort. Not stuffed enough, so it’s all lanky and saggy.

“Okay, don’t make it weird when we get in there. Billy doesn’t know.” You practically beg before reluctantly heading inside. Billy was in his room, lounging on his bed, watching some stupid horror flick. His dark eyes eyed Stu and you as you guys walked in. Suspicion— for obvious reasons. You looked like a nervous wreck, and Stu was bouncing on the balls of his feet behind you. Something was up, and it didn’t take a genius to see that.

“Hey guys,” he said coolly. You waved at him in return before climbing on to his bed. The three of you sat in a small circle, and you never regretted your life choices more. It was far too late to turn back and run and pretend like you never got them the gift in the first place.

Preparing yourself for humiliation, you ripped the bandaid off. “Okay, even if you hate this, please save me the embarrassment, and don’t make this weird. Just pretend it never happened, got it?” The two nodded. Billy— in confusion. Stu— in excitement. You unclench your fist to reveal three bracelets. Matching, too.

“I- uh. Well- tada??” You said awkwardly before shoving the bracelets in their hands, eager to get rid of them.

As you thought, Stu was like a kid in a candy shop. His smile beamed at you, easing your discomfort. Billy observed the little bracelet before carefully sliding it onto his wrist. You watched in anticipation.

“It’s cute,” he remarked gently. His hand cupped yours as he slid your bracelet on your wrist.

“I’m glad you guys like them,” you said eagerly, “I’ve been wanting to get you guys things for ages, but I thought you guys would think I’m lame!”

“Already do,” Billy teased.

That same flustered expression came right back onto your face, but this time it didn’t feel so mortifying. Maybe being lame wasn’t so bad. Staring down at the matching bracelets on all three of your wrists, you couldn’t help but smile.

You really ought to make them more gifts in the future.

✎ notes . . . this kinda sucks so I’m sorry— still just trying to get back into the groove of writing, so pls give me a little bit of patience! but this was cute, so thank you for sending in the request <3

©️ sethcertified 2024

[n33dlew0rk]

Bad Boy Boogie

I’m thinking about how in The Dirt they depicted Vince Neil as someone who was not into the alternative scene as much as Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee were.

And I'm thinking about Steve being recruited in some glam rock band in a similar way after he’s been scraping the barrel for a few years because his poor excuse of a father kicked him out and cut him off for being queer:

He’s working dive bars, strip clubs, lame pool parties, whatever gets some food, smokes and the occasional joint on his table. He liked to sing when he was younger, but it was never something he thought would be one of his main income sources in his twenties. So it's like you know whatever, as long as it keeps him alive and kicking.

He’s not very social these days, too busy surviving the late 80’s. But someone from high school still remembers him from his King Steve days, knows what happened because of the typical small town talks + sees him kind of around the scene sometimes, between Indianapolis and Chicago, hears him sing lame slow ballads and chart stuff.

So after some laughs (he does not take the thing seriously at first) and some uncertainty (money is not guaranteed ofc), he gets recruited and slowly starts to fully embody this glam rock sexy kind of androgynous and ambiguously sensual charismatic frontman role.

They do good. Like really good. Papers talk about them, mothers pray clutching their pearls, kids go nuts. Their gigs are sweat, fishnets, smeared make-up, tall boots, short skirts, tight pants.

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Now cut to Eddie and Corroded Coffin, still a small town band, still dreaming big. But someone in their extended friend circle, probably someone a little bit less socially awkward than them, knows someone in Indi, who knows someone in Chicago, who finally hooks them up to open for a bigger band on a small state tour. Only it's Steve's band.

Eddie is fuming.

Not only did a fucking jock got to get bigger in music faster than him, he also did it in a genre that was not popular among metalheads. Even Metallica had feuds with Mötley Crüe, after all. You know that thin veil of elitism that makes metalheads a real pain in the ass despite how intensely GAY most of Judas Priest’s lyrics are.

By the way, back to Eddie.

Fuming.

He doesn't wanna go. Pleads the guys to please have some integrity, for fuck’s sake. Tries to convince the owners of The Hideout to make them play more nights.

But when money is thrown into it, like actual money, money like a month’s worth of day jobs, he can’t really say no to the proposition.

So they go.

Eddie refuses to even listen to the other band's demos, determined to spend the entire tour playing his own set and then getting blackout drunk in the back of the van for the remainder of the night.

He manages to do just that for the first two nights, until he gets cut off from the free alcohol because the bar owner is a sad greedy bastard.

And since spending a whole evening sober inside a van is not nearly as fun as he thought, he goes back inside, searching for his bandmates, barely managing to move through waves of sweaty half naked people and groupies.

A disappointed growl leaves his throat as the lights go down while he’s still in the middle of the pit. Scorned and absolutely annoyed to the core, he turns towards the stage, fully prepared to boo his way to the side of the room.

So you can imagine how totally and utterly shocked he is when Steve fucking Harrington appears: red cowboy boots under the tightest leather pants ever created by humankind, held together by flimsy flimsy strings on the sides. A brutally ripped white tank top (more like a sad reminder of it) under a goddamned leather harness with spikes and chains, all of this on top of his hairy, toned (is that glitter??) chest. Black make-up beautifully ruined under his rich brown eyes, a shadow of red lipstick on his lips. A black bandana tied around his forehead like a crown over his messy mullet (still rich in volume, that’s a magic trick the king still brings along for the journey).

Eddie feels like a lost greek sailor hearing the sirens for the first time.

Mouth: dry.

Hands: sweaty.

Jeans: dangerously tight.

The place feels like a fucking furnace and he cannot, for the love of all things unholy, tear his gaze away from Steve’s body, his face, the way he cups the microphone, how he grinds on the mic stand, how he falls onto his knees during guitar solos panting in front of his guitarist.

Lastly, I'm thinking about when the show is over and a phantom trace of Eddie’s rationality tries to persuade him that Steve will turn back into his jock self, preppy clothes and all, like a rock'n'roll Cinderella; but instead Steve smiles big to the crowd, tears the bandana from his head, wipes away some of the sweat from his neck and then stuffs the very same black bandana right into his right back pocket.

Gareth and Jeff literally have to drag poor Eddie out of the venue because his knees are so wobbly they stopped working indefinitely.

[faeriekit]

PRIDE stuff I recommend incorporating into a library/school storytime if your community is mildly uncomfy confronting that sometimes two men kiss, go!

Find a book that has a tangible story to it! For this storytime, I used Subway Baby, which is explicitly about two men who have a child together, but is more about the discovery of the child at a subway station in NYC and the process it takes to becomes a family. Heartwarming, a real story that happened to real people, and takes place in a familiar setting (for a bunch of NJ kids.) Another book I might use in place of this would be a book like Julián and the Wedding, which is about attending a wedding with two brides, but is centered instead in a story about what to wear to a wedding (and all the silliness fancy clothes cause.)

You can also pick books that aren't explicitly queer, even when the topics are: Except When They Don't, Fred Gets Dressed, and Princess Kevin are all titles that toy around with gender presentation and clothing without explicitly making the story about gender, making it obvious that 1) clothing is silly and 2) you should do what makes you happy. A boy is a princess. A girl is a football star. Your friends are astronauts dinosaur cowboys who live on Mars! All is well, be happy being you.

USE THE FLAGS! Every stripe has a meaning! Teaching the kids what every stripe in a flag stands for, and how to relate it to their own life makes the sight less intimidating and something more familiar. Since I read for real real real little ones, it's also a great chance to practice color recognition with them lol. "What color is this? Wow, you're so smart! This color stands for THIS big word, which means (longer explanation.)" I use this in Pride-Specific storytimes so there's a break between books.

Make the storytime about pride! ...No, like the emotion. Unless the kids have out people active in their life from a young age, they're probably not going to immediately understand what Queer and Pride and Gay and Trans and LGBT+ are or how they relate to them or each other or the fact that they could discover stuff about themselves later on in life...dumb it down. At most storytime ages, they're still in the process of building their self image and sense of well-being. Being proud is about being happy with yourself and what you do. You're a cool kid, and you should get to celebrate all the things about your life that you love! I ended my Pride storytime with teaching kids a new big word: ✨affirmations✨. Say one nice thing about yourself! This is something nice I say about you! Parents, affirmations are a great way to build self confidence and practice big vocab words. Try them out at home, reciting them in the mirror or putting them on stickey notes around the house.

Decorate your reading space. Hehehehehe rainbows 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 No, seriously. The more fun the room is, the friendlier the topic feels.

And, of course, I end all storytimes with a hi five and good word to the kids' adults. Kid was energetic? They were so fun and excited today! Kid was zoned out? They were so well behaved! Two things can simultaneously be true.

Tips for non-librarians: for the coolest lgbt kids books, they're hiding in the nonfiction section. Seriously. Books about Gilbert Baker sewing the first flag and Marsha P Johnson and Stonewall and lgbt history around the world... In Nonfic. LAME. BOO. MOVE THEM TO MY COLLECTION INSTEAD HELLO. I WANT THEM. *grabby hands*

[ananke-xiii]

Another dream, always mine (and yes it's still spn s13 related because i have a bone to pick with dabb over that season specifically)

So here it goes. (Part 1)

Spn s13 but kelly doesn't die, cas doesn't die, crowley doesn't die. Lucifer dies for *reasons* but mary, dean and sam are stuck in the AU.

It's still spn so we just have to have mirrors and parallels, okay? Like, this show doesn't care about continuity but damn! They will stick to mirrors and parallels like it's a religion and so we do too.

The thing is that the AU is not the lame-ass AU Dabb or whoever came up with, it's at least an attempt at being an interesting place. So basically the AU is as boring and dumb as our earth, nothing has really changed, people are still trapped in the rat race that capitalism is (see, we have a little bit of critique here too, there is no escape from the capitalist-fascist-heteronormative narrative or isn't it?), the frigging white picket fences are still everywhere like a fucking nightmare BUT! This is an earth without monsters, angels, demons, nothing goes bump in the night but depression, paranoia and suicidal thoughts (now these are the real monsters) and YET this is THE chance for our heroes, this is the promised land, no past, only freedom, the american dream is theirs to grab (but don't worry this place hides a secret, this is still spn everything must be queer, you'll see). Sam, dean and mary are kinda lost cause, surprise surprise! It turns out that's not the things you want that you can't have but that you didn't know what you wanted so how could you have it in the first place? Mary is restless, this was supposed to be her dream, she died for it and now she doesn't want it and she goes through another deep existential crisis (and, really, we all just get mary because seriously? any character named mary who's also a mother has too much fucking weight on her shoulder, just let the woman be). Sam is kinda okay with it, he once again refuses to get in touch with his emotions and flees from them like the plague: they're gonna make it work, they will find a way (i want to convey ross from friends vibes when he's like *in a squeaky voice* i'm fine! Here, that's sam in the AU). The guy lives in his delusion, this is his chance at being normal (and oh boy is he wrong, you'll see). Dean feels just bad, he's supposed to feel happy with his mother and his brother/son (the weird implications of this situation will be explored) but he keeps thinking about that little house by the sea (or was it a lake?) that cas bought as fucking jimmy novak and how the angel spent months there with kelly playing daddy and how the fucking angel played him and dean just went along and repaired his stupid truck as if to thank him for breaking his heart but also, also, dean will never admit it to anyone ever but deep down he knows, he knows, that that was his place, his angel, his chance (we will also have an explorations into the complex theme of mpreg with the due "Junior" references we all deserve and insights into dean's maternal insticts).

Now back to earth.

Kelly gives birth to a baby jack, cas lives with them to protect them from the angels and demons that will sure come for a visit (but once again he will end up being a total agent of chaos, you'll see), the angel is a bit of a mess, though, and his obsession with saving dean winchester is finally making kelly feel quite concerned with her life choices, maybe trusting this guy was a little bit insane, was he always this deranged? (We'll soon see why she thinks that, she might have a point). Meanwhile crowley goes back to hell and we once again have a cheap game of thrones situation (because why not? i can't come up with infinite original ideas to fix this plot, okay? Also this is still spn, i can condone SOME cheap storylines on the side, and anyway mark sheppard makes anything work so we're good) where his varys-like smart brain cells will put him on the throne again (who's this asmodeus guy anyway, prince of hell or not, fuck him, he will not stick around here for a second season while dagon died like after 2 episodes she was in, not gonna happened in my narrative). But, you see, the demon has his own issues, and goes visiting kelly and the angel because why not? He likes kelly she seems interesting enough for a person who birthed satan's son, escaped from a fucking angel of the lord, was kidnapped by a goddamn prince of hell, managed to baby trap said angel of the lord, stole the frigging impala and escaped that menace that the winchesters are. She then proceeded to give birth knowing she might have died. She is something. Something a bit unhinged maybe but crowley digs her, okay? He still also has varys-like smart brain cells so he needs to visit to make sure that baby lucifer is, like, not plotting to take over hell or whatever newborn babies half-made from cosmic entities do these days. Also, also, watching castiel putting baby jack to sleep with those big strong angel gym-bro arms did something to him, his daddy fetish and his mommy issues raised their head and something else too, and he foolishly promises to keep jack safe from hellish attacks and indulges castiel in his winchester obsession. What? He misses the brothers too, those handsome, tall, cruel white boys (we are reminded that, visually, the whole cas/kelly/jack situation is quite similar to the weird crowley/dean/amara thing of s11, mirrors and parallels need to keep happening people, this is spn, we gott have 'em). Castiel is living his tragic destiny yet again, he's seen the AU, has been there, technically knows that dean, sam and mary are safe but he just has to see it for himself, right? Like he has to make sure, it's not like dean not being there is eating him from the inside, it's not like he starts feeling the pang of guilt over the huge betrayal he's forced onto dean,leaving him left behind again and again and playing him that way, no. He copes by sitting in his stupid truck that dean had repaired listening to that damn tape (every time he does that we have a close-up of kelly watching the pathetic scene from her window and sighing as if in "fuck, FUCK, my life"). And oh, yes he also starts researching about archangel resurrection because i may or may not bring back my girls, aka raphael and uriel but this is for part 2, you'll see.

[vide0n4sty]

i just read the whole issues with forcemasc scenes and while im agreeing with it, i wanna add my points into it: the scene is heavily white and eurocentric standards focused. like its always about "cutting your hair", not knowing in some cultures, like native american, its a masculine standards to keep a man's hair long. the whole ideas of masculinity has to be rough and shit. you have to have a beard, you have to have fat on, you have to wear this and that. and i remember there were some posts making fun of transmascs wanna be a "twink". like yes i know the existence of conventional beauty standards are harmful, but as long as it made said people happy about their choice and they don't force it into other people, what's the odd? plus this lowkey implying the idea of "you will regret when transition" radfems saying even and it made me cringe. and what about transmasc already had that type of body i thought yall agree on not bodyshame anyone?

do i like forcemasc and the idea of it? yes! but do i like how the community practicing it? i dont. tbh, the only forcemasc post i ever liked is like, something about letting your hair grow and you can wear a dress, you would still be a man

btw you are the only one i trust writing this kink lol no other people could do this justice

i appreciate that a lot, and yeah, i think there are definitely criticisms to be made about how forcemasc positions itself as like. the clean kink as opposed to forcefem, and yet falls back on eurocentric/white centric ideals of masculinity in service of its goal of gender affirmation as opposed to titillation. like if you're going to go into 'shave your head, be a bear' etc., commit to the bit, ya know?

i read this very good essay/post about why forcemasc is largely an obsolete fetish which references "disidentification" (codified by a queer person of colour) as a driving force behind forcefem;

forcefem kind of WORKS because it's a survival tactic, which the original text also connects to being a queer person of colour, taking these absurdly misogynistic and shameful fantasies where Woman is abject, the Othered object of desire (as women so often are in a patriarchal society), and reinterpreting into sexual gratification, gender affirmation, comfort, security, freedom

forcemasc doesn't scratch that same itch because Man (and wanting to be a man) simply is not abject in a patriarchal society, Man is not Othered, Man is not shameful.

and i think the forcemasc boys kind of KNOW THAT, so they have to push it further and lean into. like. eurocentric ideals of masculinity for their lame tboy poetry, as opposed to having a fetish about injecting T and getting a big cock and ooooo you wanna jerk off five times a day, you dumb gross boy, which i think is a little more generic but also a lot more overtly sexual too lmao

IDK!!! FORCEMASC IS A SEX THING. LET'S KEEP IT THAT WAY, LOVES AND LAUGHS XOXO

[pretty-emo-dad]

Queer rep is like “I’m a girl…. But I like?? A girl >_<“ Meanwhile queer coding is like “I look at her face through her fishnet veil. Is she pissed? I can’t tell because it’s hard to see her expression in the dark. I shrug, smile, but feel my lip jerk to one side.

“Okay. Stressful. School and all.”

She nods at the moon, who would never be stressed out by dumb things like school. I wish she would look at me.

“I missed you.” I say it with feeling. Too much feeling. “I tried to text. I thought maybe you left town or something.”

“Nope, still here. Well, there was that really brief stint with Diego in Paris. He got me this coat.”

“It’s nice.” I say it before I even look at her coat but now that I do, I realize it is a nice coat, a very nice coat, and I’ve never seen her in it before. Probably another spoil from the Warren dumpster but no, it looks too new. It’s got a fur collar. “Is that real fur?”

“Rabbit.” She blows smoke coolly out of her nostrils like a dragon. “He skinned it himself. Don’t look so appalled, Smackie. That’s what they do in Europe. Anyway, it had a good life before he shot it. Lots of tall grass and hopping in the Bois de Boulogne or whatever.”

She grins at me, her eyes shining. “Oh, how was your little sex party thing, by the way?”

“Okay.”

“Cool.”

“I mean, it was super lame,” I add. “I don’t think I’ll be doing that again. Ever.”

She looks at me. “You’re allowed to have fun without me,

you know.”

“I know,” I say. “But I really didn’t. At all.”

She looks at me until I look away.

Silence.

When I look back at her, she’s staring up at the moon, smiling serenely at it like the moon is her new best friend, it’s telling her the most gorgeous things in the world, it would never betray her for some dumb cunts. I could never compare. I shouldn’t try.

“I really missed you this week. I thought maybe you were upset with me.”

“Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Because you went to that lame party?”

When she says it aloud like that, it sounds utterly stupid.

“No. I don’t know. Maybe,” I say.

She laughs and shakes her head. “Don’t be an idiot.” She turns back toward the moon. “Unlike your new friends, I’m a grown woman.” “I know.”

“I have my own devices.” She looks down the street as though she’s waiting for a taxi that will arrive and whisk her away any minute now. The street is dark, empty, aside from a few scared-looking undergrads walking quickly down the sidewalk, huddled together, their coiffed heads bent, purse logos shimmering in the dark. Probably venturing toward the one cool bar downtown.

The tango music swells up again.

“We’d better go back inside,” she says and moves to walk in.

“I’m sorry I went,” I blurt out. “I would much rather have hung out with you.” It’s the truth. It’s so the truth I can’t even look at her.

“Do you want me to be mad at you? Is that it?” “No,” I say.

“Because I will be. Samantha, how dare you.” “Ava.”

“Why oh why did you desert me for three hours?”

“Stop it.”

“Do you know I almost died? In fact,” she turns to look at me, “I am dead.” “Don’t.”

“Oh yes. I’m a ghost now, Samantha. I died of a broken heart. I died of grief. It’s in the autopsy. And it’s all your fault. My tombstone reads, Friend Deserted for Evening. I didn’t invite you to the funeral because I figured you wouldn’t care.”

“Ava, please stop—”

She moves in closer. Cups her hands around my face. Her hands are cold and soft and strong through the mesh gloves that grate my skin. She smells like wet leaf, firewood, and green tea. Her hair is platinum feathers brushing my cheeks. Her eyes are runny and scary with makeup, both the brown one and the blue one boring into my skull. We’re swaying slightly like we’re about to dance.

I remember how the first time we came to class, we were late and all the men had been taken. So the teacher said, You two, pair up! Take turns leading.

Are you leading or am I? I asked Ava.

Whatever, she said. We can both lead.

Okay, I said, not knowing what to do. So I sort of followed and led at the same time. She was looking right at me sort of dreamily, happily, like what bliss, what fun, isn’t it? but I didn’t know where to look, so I kept my eyes on a peacock feather earring dangling from her left ear. It felt a little like holding a dream.

I’m staring at that feather now, though this doesn’t feel like a dream.

“Samantha,” she says now, “I don’t care, okay? I really don’t. You want to go to a pretentious party and fraternize with bonobos, I honestly give zero fucks. I don’t care what you do or where you go, okay?”

I feel my breath being knocked out of me. “Okay,” I say. She looks at me.

Tears are suddenly running down my face.

“Smackie,” she says softly.

But I’m walking away, stumbling then running. Even though the night scares me. Even though I hear her calling my name as I walk off into the night. I hear her calling me back, but I don’t turn around. I want to show her I’m not scared. ”

[hyper-jam]

Queer SecurityWaiter/DreamTheory headcanons (part 2)

Featuring lots of Mike being trans. Mainly that, in fact 🫶🫶🫶

Mike:

-I said previously that he always assumed he was straight cause he’s never been attracted to dudes, but then I remembered “oh yeah wait he’s trans that doesn’t make sense” so to explain that, I feel like he’s one of those trans guys who kinda always saw himself as a boy, even if he didn’t really have a way to put it into words, plus it’s not like he really thought about attraction and dating much, so when he was younger, he probably was one of those “girls” who didn’t fit in with other girls, had mainly guy friends (out of the few friends he had lol), and thought romance and dating seemed gross, so he wouldn’t talk about it unless other people brought it up, and he’d have to fight for his life every time he tells people that he in fact DOES NOT HAVE A CRUSH !! (No one believes him because no one ever believes that. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was one of those kids who just named some random classmate that he thought seemed vaguely interesting just to shut people up)

-I’d say he probably came out as trans at around 18, after he graduated. He probably knew he was trans earlier than that, maybe like somewhere around 15-16, but he didn’t want to deal with coming out and transitioning socially so he stayed in the closet until it was easier to kinda just…cut people out lol. He’s stealth and kinda just transitioned best he could without people questioning him, which wasn’t hard with his parents falling out of the picture and not really staying in contact with anyone from school (frankly I don’t imagine he was very popular lol) so like…yeah

-had a “looks like a lesbian with a boyband/justin Bieber type haircut” phase somewhere in his teenage years. Kinda didn’t care when people rumored about his sexuality. He didn’t date anyone so it just doesn’t really matter, but if people asked him directly he’d just say he’s straight cause again coming out as anything just seemed like a hassle

-had his first and only date (before Ness) at like 19/20 years old, and (as far as I’ve heard from the people talking abt the apparent fnaf movie novel) it’s canon that the girl didn’t wanna go on a second date because “his eyes were too intense” (autism💥💥💥) it was some random girl who asked him out, maybe a coworker or smth who thought he was cute, and he just said yes cause he didn’t really know what else to do and figured he might as well since it’s certainly generally considered embarrassing to have never gone on a date before as someone old enough to be in college (which he didn’t go to cause 1: money 2: he had to take care of Abby 💔💔💔) then after he was like “yeah I was right idk what the hype is about dating seems lame” (he’s a little dumb /j)

-he’s in his mid-late twenties, and I think his been on T for like 2-5 years, so he probably started T somewhere around 20-23. Again, realistically, no idea how he’s affording that, but…he did it 🤗🤗🤗

-the day this man discovers trans tape is the day this man finally learns a bit of peace (not as much as top surgery obviously but certainly more than regular binding)

-I reiterate once again that he binds so unhealthy. Wears his binder at home, wears it out, wears it when exercising, wears it from when he wakes up till he goes to bed, and he only takes it off at night because he literally HAS to and even then he still wears a slightly tight sports bra cause bro is NOT DEALING WITH THE BOOBAS (someone please stop him please good god how are his lungs still functioning)

-god at dressing to pass. Knows all the hacks. Even before T he passed pretty well, he just looked young. He knows all the right exercises to shape his body in certain ways, knows all the right kinds of clothes and materials to hide and accentuate the right things, dresses and acts like a man pretty easily because bro is just like that, he’s the kind of trans guy who’s basically just a cis guy with titties /hj like i said before he uses man soap (3n1 energy), he gets man haircuts at man haircut places, he wears man shoes that give him some extra height (being very stereotypical and gender-roley here but that’s legit just how he is)

-on that note, man’s height dysphoria is AWFUL !! Not to call Josh Hutcherson short (though let’s be real he is a short king and he owns that shit ((still taller than me though 💔💔💔)), but Mike is 5’5, which to some people is short even by women’s standards, so yeah he definitely wears thick shoes and shoe lift things to help him get closer to around 5’7-5’8 on a good day, and he definitely lies abt his height when he can get away with it

-the kind of guy who gets dysphoria over literally everything (“do I look like a woman when I sit like this?” “Are my eyes too feminine?” “I feel like how I’m walking is gonna out me” “the color pink cannot touch my body” “no I can’t sing that song, it’s sung by a woman” “does the way I hold this look girly?” “Why does my smile make me look like a girl” “this shirt makes my chest look big” “do I write like a man??” etc etc. all while he literally has a beard and is built like a brick /hj /lh)

-generally speaking could not and never has cared less about romance and dating and sex and all that UNTIL NESS HAPPENED AND NOW THIS MAN IS HEAD OVER HEALS IN LOVE WITH THIS SILLY LITTLE TWINK MALEWIFE FEMALEHUBBY THEMBOSS 💥💥💥

-k sorry he’s just a little fruit but like literally for one person and one person only other than that he is/would be chronically bitchless and be pretty ok with that

Ness:

-has a type (trans people 💥💥💥 t4t royalty 💥💥💥) /hj

-but low key on a real note dude doesn’t really actually have a whole lotta preferences he just likes gays and autisms /hj

-does drag both ways and eats it up hardcore

-crossdressing doesn’t exist he just is gender. What gender? Yes.

-I literally can’t think of anything serious to say abt Ness’ queerness they’re just so 💥💥💥

-just a little fruit what do you want me to say

-THE girlfriend-boyfriend

-WHAT DO I SAY ABT NESS SHES JUST SILLY 💔💔💔

-my girlboy boygirl who just loves their little guy failure soggy cat of a man WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY ?? 💥💥💥

anyways that’s it I think I mainly just wanted to talk abt Mike’s transgenderism more which like can you blame me no you can’t he’s my meow meow 💔💔💔

[the-lark-ascending69]

Ronance smut headcanons?

ansnansnnf I have a few... this isn't a NSFW blog so I'll try to keep it light but... main HC I have is that Nancy insists on waiting until Robin turns 18 before doing anything, despite them being the same age and everything. Robin thinks that's a weirdly specific rule if what's happening is that Nancy isn't ready yet, but she doesn't question it. Truth is that Nancy, having lost her virginity as a kid to a boy she didn't love (while her best friend was being mauled to death a few meters away) has a... complicated relationship with sex. She really just wants Robin's first time to be absolutely perfect, with nothing staining it. She feels like losing your virginity can very easily be extremely traumatizing and she wants to spare Robin of that.

On a similar line, Nancy is a lot more experienced than Robin, who has only ever kissed someone as a dare when she was 12 at a birthday party or something. She never had a real kiss before Nancy, had never been touched before Nancy, had never touched anyone before Nancy. It's all so new to her, and while Nancy is no sex expert, having dated and slept with two boys before gives her at least a general idea of what feels good and what doesn't. She knows what it's like to be on the receiving end being a girl, so she's excited to show Robin sensations she never knew even existed.

She's extremely careful with Robin, especially during their first few times, always asking how she's feeling and checking that she's enthusiastic about it and not just going along whatever Nancy's doing. Thankfully for her, Robin is very vocal about what she wants and won't hesitate to tell Nancy is explicit detail what is it that she wants to try.

Despite being very articulate when she talks, Robin is extremely silent. You could barely hear her trembling breath. At first, Nancy thought she was uncomfortable, or that what she did didn't feel good, but then she realizes Robin is so obsessed with going unnoticed and becoming invisible as a survival tactic, that biting her tongue during sex just comes natural to her. She doesn't even think about it. It's in her instict to not alert "the monster" prowling outside. Even if they have the house all to themselves. Even if they know they're safe.

(The first time Nancy hears her make any sound is a few years into their relationship, one time that they knew for a fact they were safe, and she hears Robin make little whimpers next to her ear. She's more of a whimperer than a moaner, especially when Nancy is being rough with her. It strikes a fire in her belly that keeps them awake all night).

They're switches! Though Nancy tops more often. Depends on their mood really, sometimes she'll want to feel in control and sometimes she'll want to be comforted and taken care of. Robin is more of a traditional bottom but she's not at all opposed to taking charge every now and then. She's... surprisingly smooth when she does.

They're not into hard BDSM or anything but they do like it rougher sometimes, again, depending on their mood. I'd say, if anything, Robin is just a little bit kinkier than Nancy but she's scared to admit it.

Ummm let's see a few more headcanons uuuh

Robin likes having her hair pulled and enjoys some (very light) choking.

Nancy has a thing for dressing Robin in girly clothes and doing her makeup. They enjoy the power and control that goes into Nancy "forcing" Robin to be more femenine for the night.

Nancy has gifted Robin cute lingerie in the past.

Robin was scared of doing everything wrong the first few times. She didn't even know where to start. She didn't even know how lesbians had sex, not having the famous traditionally male appendage at their disposal (she's less educated on queer sex than she'd like but it's not like the local library had any information on that). She feels pretty lame, actually, but Nancy guides her through it and gives her a few ideas.

Robin had never touched herself before. She always felt ashamed to do that, because she felt ashamed of thinking of other girls that way.

Nancy loves fingering Robin's mouth.

They're always extremely careful and only ever have sex when they know for sure they'll have the house all to themselves. They're not taking risks.

Robin discovers she has a masochist streak with Nancy, and Nancy is delighted to exploit that.

Nancy loves trying to make Robin moan, loves to see the look on her face as she tries to remain silent.

Robin tried to ask Steve advice on "pleasuring a girl" once, and he just said "I don't know, just, put it in, you know? Like, just put it in, and it goes in and out, it's not rocket science, just in and out. Girls love that." She doesn't ask again.

They always shower together after sex.

Knowing they need to keep everything secret, Nancy only ever gives Robin hickies in her inner thighs, but if she could she'd fill her neck with love bites so everyone can tell she belongs to her. One time during summer, though, they go have a swim at the local public pool and Nancy notices the faint marks on Robin's legs - they still haven't faded, and even though Robin blushes when someone asks about them, making up something about insects and whatnot, Nancy can't help but feel proud and safisfied.

[bunny-extract]

silly dumb completely self indulgent request because you get me

how would any of the boys feel about an s/o who's a self proclaimed make up artist? literally shaved off my entire eyebrows for more eyeshadow space. sometimes will do make up w no eyebrows. vaguely alien but the face looks cool!

pick your favorite boys👉👈

(willing to send pictures of make up as proof LMAO)

please fill my inbox w indulgent requests they make my soul happy!!! AND SHOW ME UR SICK ASS MAKEUP !!!!

Price // would double take, definitely makes an old man comment in comparing the look to something extraterrestrial, but he's so game for it. Genuinely looks forward to seeing what new looks you put together, because he can't for the life of him predict what you'll do next. Keeps you in front of him for a good five minutes going "How'd you make it do the...like this?" gesturing wildly to your face and his own.

Gaz // Really enjoys watching you do your makeup, and would be so willing to let you do his. Strong hc that he's more openly queer in his personal life, and would really take comfort sharing that with you. Lipstick is his favorite part, and when he tells you that you ask if he'd like to try putting it on for you. He'd take his time gently painting along the border of your lips, filling it in. Begs for a kiss afterwards, and you indulge painting it right back on him.

Soap // wouldn't be able to take his eyes off of you, his attention all over your hard work. He's also an artist and has a really strong appreciation for any medium. You can always trust him to swipe the gentlest finger under your eye to fix where a bit of mascara smudged, enamored with every detail. Would reach out to pet at your face and stop himself short. "I can't bear to ruin it," but you can forfeit the beat for him, you really don't mind.

Ghost // takes a good look at you, nods his head and says you look fucking dangerous. Based on his (lame ass) tats he's impressed by anything, and so the more intricate or editorial your looks go, the more he into it he gets. Sweetly bonds with you about it by showing you what he uses on his eyes, and hands over this little bullet of face paint that looked like it was made during one of the world wars.. It feels like a vulnerable thing to share so you hold back your screaming, but that little swatch test you did with it doesn't rub off until Simon puts gasoline on it.

When they're away you send pictures of your makeup to the group chat and they all go out of their way to hype it up. Sometimes it's a big text message through only one persons phone, or a bunch of sporadic ones spanning over a week.

[wof-reworked]

Thoughts on Thorn?

First off: sorry for the delay, this was sent to me during my drunk "send me opinions" moment but I only saw it when I woke up and was. very hungover and embarrassed lol. Will try to live up to the original idea tho (plus I am like 3 shots in so you did get your wish in the end !!)

ANYWAY. I really like Thorn. I wish we saw more of her being the leader of the Scorpion Den and what her actual life looks like bc rn it feels like she's become basically Sunny and Qibli's loving mom who all but shows up with cookies for them and their friends when she gets screentime. I think a lot of fandom oscillates between ignoring her and trying to pin some hypocrisy or villain arc on her bc she killed Preyhunter, which. btw. I do have an ancient draft about when I was rereading Sunny's book and taking semi-annotated notes. It's ruthless, but it's not the unwarranted murder people want it to be- she has no reason to trust the Nightwings and Preyhunter opens the convo being rude and challenging her. It's definitely there just as a fakeout to make you think Thorn is Bad News so the parent reveal is more shocking, but I think it shows a really cool and cunning side of her that I wish got more screentime.

Her and Stonemover are also one of my favorite side pairings in the series, not in that they could ever be together again but like. c'mon now. I'm a good sucker for a self made tragedy. I do genuinely believe they could've stayed together forever/become a truly happy couple if Stonemover didn't get in his own head and fall prey to the narrative about animuses and the Nightwing superiority complex. I find the way he describes her as "straight out of his favorite scrolls" as genuinely really romantic, and I LOVE LOVE LOVE m/f pairings where the girl is the headstrong, ruthless one and the boy is a flustered, hopeless romantic who wants to be her pet impress her and win her over. They have some really fun gender fuckery in their relationship and I think it's a missed opportunity to discuss wof's inverted gender roles, what with Queens being the standard. I like to hope they could (platonically) co-parent Sunny after some hard, necessary conversations, but Stonemover is really the big problem in that reconciliation because he's so stuck (ha) in his self-loathing and regret.

I think Thorn is a great side character, and I don't need her to be anything more than that. I would LOVE a winglet or smth like that about her time with Stonemover, but I feel like after the dynamic I've built in my head it would let me down. I think Stonemover should be a boygirl and just a little trans and Thorn should be a butch she/he lesbian but that's my own brand of interest.

tl;dr: that woman is so queer and so cool 2 me <3. I wish she wasn't shoehorned into a relationship w Smoulder since it feels like it was just added because Tui didn't want her "to be stuck as single forever" which is a lame way to approach a woman who absolutely did meet the love of her life and it just. didn't work out. I wish we let stories like that sit a little longer and showed her being happy with her found family of the Scorpion's Den pursuing casual relationships maybe but being happy with the life she's built that's filled with love from so many different places.

[slippinmickeys]

Madam Scully’s Spiritual Services, Inc. (4/?)

“I was twelve when it happened. My sister was eight. She just disappeared out of her bed one night. Just gone. Vanished. No note, no phone calls, no evidence of anything.”

The sun was finally below the horizon and the streetlights around the parking lot began winking on. They sat at the picnic table as the evening insects emerged, buzzing above the shimmer of heat off the asphalt.

Dana waved one away from her face. “You never found her?”

Mulder shook his head. “It tore the family apart. No one would talk about it. There were no facts to confront, nothing to offer any hope, except…”

Dana found herself hanging on his every word. The paleta in her hand melted, forgotten, dripping onto the dirt beneath the picnic table in little yellow drops, collecting dust around the edges.

“Except?” she asked.

He turned to look at her. “Except when we received a package in the mail, months later. In it was a red scarf that had belonged to her. One my grandmother had knitted. We didn’t even realize that it was missing until we opened the package. We took it to the police, but they never got anywhere with it.” Mulder swallowed thickly and looked away.

“My parents were murdered,” she blurted out, unaware that she intended to say anything until the words were out of her mouth. It was the first time she’d said it out loud. Mulder, surprised, turned to her with a look of such tenderness and sympathy that she could feel the burn of tears behind her eyes. She inhaled sharply and sat up straighter. “So I just…” she started, “I know what it feels like when the police can’t or don’t help,” she finished lamely.

“I’m sorry,” Mulder said then, and she could tell he really meant it. “Were you able to… you know, talk with them… after?”

“That’s the thing, Mulder,” she said, turning to him. “I can’t talk to the dead. Or I couldn’t. Not before you…” she sighed, shook her head. She was finding it impossible to reconcile what had happened with her beliefs. “I don’t really believe in that kind of thing.”

At this, Mulder did the most unexpected thing in the world. He threw his head back and laughed. Dana, only just seeing the humor in it all, could only manage a smile.

“You work in a fortune teller shop, you heard the voice of what I have to assume is my dead sister, and you don’t believe?”

She turned slightly incredulous. “Do you?”

His laugh faded as Mulder appeared to sober a little. “I want to believe,” he said, and in the air around them, a cosmic tumbler seemed to click into place. Behind Dana’s sternum, her heart gave an extra beat. When she looked over at Mulder, he had a queer sort of look on his face. They both shifted uneasily and then Mulder spoke.

“Do you think you could do it again?” he asked quietly, flicking his eyes up to meet hers. “Talk to Samantha?” Dana could see the shadow of a lost twelve year old boy in his face.

The sound of voices honed in on the moment, and Dana looked up to see Melissa and her client in the doorway of the shop. The women hugged briefly before the client waved goodbye and made for her car. Melissa glanced over to where Dana and Mulder were sitting and gave a silent wave before ducking back in through Madam Scully’s door.

“My sister is the professional,” she demurred, regretting the words the instant they were out of her mouth, but unable to take them back.

Mulder looked at her for a long minute, his gaze frank and uncomfortable.

Finally, he said, “Then I guess I should talk with your sister.”

[corvidcrowned]

Summing up yttd character’s genders in a few words(or more sorry)

sara: samurai boy who’s the final girl who’s the son of god who’s the top of her school who’s the jou: the color combo of yellow and blue :] nao: PINK THING mishima: if a librarian was a biker was an abstract painting keiji: shitty dad joke. Also an old sock gin: IF A KITTY WAS AN OUPPY<3 reko: GLAM METAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! alice: if a tiger was kind of lame sorry..tattoos. Blue. kai: lookin at you with those big ol eyes . Body horror also q-taro: GAY COWBOY!!!!!!!!!!!!somethin’ queer out there kanna: a very lovely little flower :) something young and precious that wilts as quickly as it begins to thrive. Appreciate your loved ones while they last, spend your life loving. Stop to smell the roses. I promise you things will get better eventually, you just have to keep going now. Also bucket :] shin: TRANSMASC HATSUNE MIKU floormasters miley: TEE HEE HEE =) silly fondue woman safalin: mad scientist who made her own dubious HRT . Green ranger: AAA BATTERY IN YOUR MICROWAVE!!!! gashu: like if classical music the music teacher made you listen to in grade school was a man. Also the color beige. Crabstache midori: FREAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! maple: silly sweet femme :] sweet tea and cookies. Spider<3

Dummies Anzu: IF A HUMMINGBIRD WAS A CLOWNGIRL WAS THE SUN!!!! hayasaka: office worker :( kurumada: LIGHTNING BOLTS NEON COLORS PERCUSSION AND PINK AND BLUE AND YEEEAAAAAHHHHHH mai: bread hat pastry hat muffin hat crossiant hat ranmaru: ough . Deadboy. Skeleton thang hinako: if a goth girl was doomed by the narrative . Hot cocoa :>

[ace-reviews]

Anime Review: Four Romcoms

Skip and Loafer won this season's poll to see which anime would get reviewed, but I accidentally only set the poll for a day instead of a week and don't really have enough to say about it to fill a full review, so instead I'm going to review all four of the romance anime I watched this season.

Skip and Loafer

Where to Watch: crunchyroll

Basic Premise: over-achieving rural girl moves to tokyo and almost immediately befriends a former child actor

Maybe it's because I'm too old, maybe the stuff that has the manga readers singing this series' praises all over the internet doesn't really kick in until after the part where the anime ends, maybe it's because the mere existence of a trans person that isn't a joke isn't enough for me to automatically declare something a once-in-a-generation masterpiece (though it is definitely always nice), or maybe it just had the bad luck to air in the same season as the beautifully produced adaptation of one of my current favorite manga, but I don't really get what all the fuss is about. It's a good show. I enjoyed it immensely. I do not think it's the greatest high school romance of all time or whatever.

Mitsumi is a great protagonist, she and Shima manage to avoid any of the contrived pitfalls that typically plague high school romcom anime, the supporting cast are all fun and distinctive, and it's got a trans character that isn't a joke and is allowed to have a character other than being the token queer, and every single joke and emotional beat lands as intended. Any issues I have are 100% "me" problems and mainly boil down to my having let my expectations get raised a little bit higher than I probably should have. Definitely check it out. Just, y'know, don't expect anything life-changing.

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My Love Story with Yamada-kun at LV999

Where to Watch: crunchyroll

Basic Premise: college girl copes with getting dumped by becoming rl friends with her mmo guildmates

I tease, but this is one of those rare cases where the romance between the legal adult and the still-technically-a-child doesn't bother me too much. For one thing, Yamada is 18 so he crosses the "half-your-age-plus-seven" threshold, and for another, he has a job and is living independently so he and Akane are roughly at the same life stage despite one of them being in college and the other being in high school. If anything, it's more an aesthetic choice. Yamada could have been a freshman at her college or not been a student of any kind at all and all that would really change is the outfit he wears sometimes.

Either way, this show is just a lot of fun. The cast is great, it's got the cutest old man character in the history of either old men or characters, almost every single joke lands, and it's vague enough about the mechanics of it's fake MMO (which is apparently based on an actual MMO that I've never played or heard of) that I didn't have to spend any time being distracted by nitpicks like an absurdly high level cap or a weirdly empty hotbar.

If a hole was left in your heart by the revelation that Recovery of an MMO Junkie was directed by a piece of shit, this could be the show to fill it.

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Kubo Won't Let Me Be Invisible

Where to Watch: hidive

Basic Premise: girl pokes gentle fun at almost-supernaturally unassuming boy

This is technically a Winter 2023 anime, but it got hit by COVID delays so it didn't finish up until this season. This ended up doing it no favors, because although the overall production quality remained solid from beginning to end, it suddenly had to compete with another romcom with a similar premise that was better in pretty much every single respect.

That being said, this is still a very cute anime based on a very cute manga that deserves much more attention that it got. On the scale of "cute girl teases lame boy into liking her" anime, this is very solidly on the Teasing Master Takagi-san side of family friendliness, and is mainly a "nice people being nice to each other" type of iyashikei anime that may not be everyone's cup of tea, but is quite enjoyable if it is.

My only mark against it is that even though Shiraishi's whole thing is that he's supposed to be the mobbest of mob characters, the actual mob characters don't have eyes, so he's still very clearly a Main Character, which is like. C'mon, guys. You had one job.

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Dangers In My Heart

Where to Watch: hidive

Basic Premise: anxious loner gets dragged out of his shell by the most popular girl in his class

This is the series that I so cleverly alluded to twice already in this review. It's based on my favorite romance manga since Fruits Basket. It's got nearly the same basic premise as Kubo-san but executed far better in every single area it could be. I finished every episode with a huge grin and a warm heart.

Some viewers may have been put off by the description and opening scene that made it seem like it was about a kid planning to murder his classmates, but it's made clear very early on that the kid is just being 14. There isn't even any bullying--just a shy, awkward kid who is more or less left alone because his classmates figure he wants to be, and the latent murderer bit is dropped entirely by the end of episode 3.

I went into the anime as a manga fan with high expectations and every single one of them was met and then surpassed. It's getting a second season in January and I could not be more excited. If you watch nothing else on this list, watch Dangers In My Heart.

[magicalyaku]

Thanks for joining me on this ride through 2022! When I started my reading spree in autumn 2021 I did not expect to find so much joy (and sometimes frustation) to motivate me to write hundreds of words about books every month. I read and write what I want and because I want to, but it's nice to know that sometimes there’s actually someone interested in what I have to say. So thank you for even the small interactions. :)

I had to edit this overview like five times because whenever I thought I was done I found another book I missed. So if I counted correctly I have read a total of 93 books (written and audio, not including manga, comics and non-fiction). That is ... a damn lot! Like 6 years combined compared to before. I also reread two of those books and while editing my novel I read it two whole times. That counts, right? (That’s why there’s 94 covers up there. Because i snuck it inbetween. Because I can. uAu) Only 14 of all these books I would categorise as non-queer. Funnily enough, 6 of those I didn’t like very much. Of the remaining 75 queer books I only found 1 book really bad and I’m picky about 2 more. Huh.

On to the award ceremony! (But don’t expect laudations. I wouldn’t shut up.)

Least favourite phrase:

... it smelled like boy.

(from: The Song that moves the Sun, Darius the Great (probably the 2nd) and the third time I already blocked from my mind (Here the Whole Time???)) That sentence came up fucking three times! Seriously. WHY?! I hate it. 8D

Favourite phrase:

But we have more important things to do than hook up.

(from: The Darkness Outside Us) I laughed so hard at this sentence. Finally someone who gets it! All stupid YA heroines should listen to this.

Favourite protagonists:

Jack Shannon (Aces Wild) and Neil Josten (All for the Game)!

Favourite covers:

Least favourite books:

A Far Wilder Magic (Allison Saft) and If You Change Your Mind (Robbie Weber)

Favourite books (no order):

The Darkness Outside Us (Eliot Schrefer)

Aces Wild: A Heist (Amanda DeWitt)

The City Beautiful (Aden Polydoros)

Every Bird a Prince (Jenn Reese)

All for the Game series: (Nora Sacavic)

I Wish You All the Best (Mason Deaver)

I Hope You Get this Message (Farah Naz Rishi)

More books I greatly enjoyed:

Both can be true (Jules Machias)

A Taste of Gold and Iron (Alexandra Rowland)

The Language of Seabirds (Will Taylor)

A Complicated Love Story Set in Space (Shaun David Hutchinson)

At the Edge of the Universe (Shaun David Hutchinson)

Milo and Marcos at the End of the World (Kevin Christopher Snipes)

Little Black Bird (Anna Kirchner)

The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea (Axie Oh)

In Deeper Waters (F.T. Lukens)

So this is Ever After (F.T. Lukens)

All that’s Left in the World (Erik J. Brown)

.... aaaand many many more! uAu

Bonus!

At the half year point I actually counted how often the protagonists names were being used throughout those different books. I felt to lazy do to it in detail for the second half, but I can still present you my preliminery count of most used names for the protagonist, love interest and possibly best friend. These came up at least 3 times!

Will/William

Matt

Nate/Nathan

Andrew/Drew

Daniel

Lame, right? 8D My favourite name choice award goes to Rosemary and Rowan from Mirrored in Evergreen by B. Pigeon!

That’s it! Phew! Thanks the universe for books! :D

[dabiconcordia]

"One, Two, Three!"

It was an old, old, old, old lady, And a boy that was half past three; And the way that they played together Was beautiful to see.

She couldn't go running and jumping, And the boy, no more could he; For he was a thin little fellow, With a thin little twisted knee,

They sat in the yellow sunlight, Out under the lovely tree; And the game that they played I'll tell you, Just as it was told to me.

It was Hide-and-Go-Seek they were playing, Though you'd never have known it to be— With an old, old, old, old lady, And a boy with a twisted knee.

The boy would bend his face down On his one little sound right knee, And he'd guess where she was hiding, In guesses One, Two, Three!

"You are in the china-closet!" He would cry, and laugh with glee— It wasn't the china-closet; But he still had Two and Three.

"You are up in Papa's big bedroom, In the chest with the queer old key!" And she said: "You are warm and warmer; But you're not quite right," said she.

"It can't be the little cupboard Where Mamma's things used to be— So it must be the clothes-press, Gran'ma!" And he found her with his Three.

Then she covered her face with her fingers, That were wrinkled and white and wee, And she guessed where the boy was hiding, With a One and a Two and a Three.

And they never had stirred from their places, Right under the lovely tree — This old, old, old, old lady, And the boy with the lame little knee— This dear, dear, dear old lady, And the boy who was half past three. by Henry Cuyler Bunner