#more like the picture of dorian gay but alright

[cassidy273]

Trying to explain the plots of books using Dhar Mann titles

The Picture Of Dorian Gray

Man makes PAINTING of GAY CRUSH - Lives to regret it!

The Phantom Of The Opera

Man gets BULLIED for DISFIGURED FACE - What happens next is shocking!

Be More Chill

Kid uses DRUGS to try and be POPULAR - He lives to regret it! (Ft. Keanu Reeves)

Lady Chatterly's Lover

Woman CHEATS on PARALYZED HUSBAND - Gets pregnant!

[marlesbian]

How i perceive Sirius Black

Starting with the basics

- gay he loved men

- genderfluid

- graysexual

- androginy THEY ARE ANDROGINY

- any pronouns (preference for using different pronouns in the same sentence)

- Has BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder) and ADHD

- french/east easian/plain white idk i like these 3 hcs

- 1,78m tall (told everyone was 1,80m)

- Sirius was trained in ballroom dancing, piano, violin and had etiquette lessons as a child. Speaks French, English, German and Russian. She can play almost any instrument tbh.

- Loved to paint, write poetry and draw. (drew mostly on black and grey). Sirius also kept a journal he learned to charm so only his eyes could read it.

- Favorite band was Queen, also loved Bowie, KISS, Led Zeppelin, T. Rex and all of glam rock (later found a passion for punk) and secretly loved Tchaikovsky. Found muggle music through Andromeda. She was like her older sister and his biggest protector, he was destroyed when she was disowned. She kept buying sirius vinyls and sending it to her while she was at school.

- Sirius was a natural born rebel, they defied everything just by existing. "My existence is a scandal" was his motto.

- Sirius loved to read, but at home was only allowed to read russian and french classics like Dostoevsky, Victor Hugo, Tolstoy, Dumas etc.

- Once their uncle Alphard gave him Oscar Wilde books and that became her whole life. She loved 'The ghost of Canterville' and 'The Picture of Dorian Grey'. Sirius never really talked to other ppl about liking books though.

- At home, her life was shit, of course. Her parents were abusive and it started really young, they were manipulative and narcissistic, neglected Sirius's emotions and feelings, and prohibited him from showing their true self. But the abuse was discreet, quiet, it wasn't obvious to him. She knew it wasn't alright but also couldn't recognize it was abuse, to her, their parents just wanted what was best for him, wanted him to be their best self. Her mom still told him she loved them, they still gave star things, they treated them well and like shit at the same time.

- As Sirius was growing up the abuse kept getting worse, they started using curses and hexes and beating him, hurting her in many ways, but she thought he deserved it because that would help them become a better person, she still understood the abuse as care. As he turned 13 he was thought dark arts at home stars parents used his wants and needs as a way to control her, she always had to do something for her family to get basic human treatment. As she got older they started getting more violent, using unforgivables and curses that hurt her physically.

- Walburga was literally one of the worst people to walk on this earth, she was bitter, heartless, prejudiced, violent, ruthless, she was an awful human being and Sirius HATED her. Walburga was obsessed with keeping up appearances, making the family name justice, being better and superior to everyobody else, she had these delusions of grandeur, of maintaining a superiority status. He was scared she could become like her mother one day, that she was as insane as the woman who gave him life but also literally tortured and tried to kill her own children just for the sake of "the family name".

- Her relationship with Regulus was very complicated. When Reg was born Sirius loved him so much, he couldn't even explain. Reg was everything Sirius could never be. He was everything her parents wanted her to be, he was quiet, polite, patient, never spoke out of turn, he did everything his parents wanted him no without question. Sirius could feel in all the ways their parents acted that they loved Reg more, that Reg was what they actually wanted.

- Sirius hated herself for it because she hated his brother for something he could not control but they also loved him more than anything. So their relationship was unstable, some nights they went to each other for comfort, others they wouldnt even share looks. Around 9/8yo Reg told Sirius that he just always knew he had to play a part, to pretend in order to survive in that family, that he had to be literally a perfect child. For most of her life, Sirius did love his brother more than anything. After Reg grew up and started to get more brainwashed by his parents, they drifted apart he resented Sirius, he despised him for being a blood traitor, for being queer, for being wrong. (Abused children deal with abuse in different ways so i would never say regulus was a bad person, he was victim) Sirius had to leave and it was the right thing to do.

- Only started to have longer hair by the end of 4th year

- He was a happy child, a little star, brighting people's days, always laughing and being just loud. Her mother hated it. Orion was just neglectful and complacent with Walburga.

- Sirius was very loud, just a loud person, who talked loud, walked making noise, talked with their whole body

- His presence was always noticed, because she could not shut up. They always knew something was wrong in the way her family worked, every night she cried looking at the stars wishing to be saved, because she knew life could be better, she always felt something was missing, like a void in his chest, like he wasn't complete. That void was filled with James. He felt how real normal people love for the first time with James. He was the brother she wanted Reg to be, James was supportive of his every action and trait, they could hug and show affection.

- James was so much more than just a best friend, he was truly Sirius' brother, their relationship wasn't platonic nor romantic, their loved surpassed these notions we have of love. Their love just was. Nothing could compare to Remus though, he was her soulmate, her other half, they were connected by the red string, they were born to be together. He probably fell in love with Remus the second they met.

- Sirius was sensitive and also strong, she cried himself to sleep sometimes bc he didn't wanna bother anyone. He used humor to hide the fact that she hated himself, he was always cracking jokes and making people laugh, because that made her feel loved.

- Sometimes she lost her sense of self, she dissociated and wondered who she even was, if that person was actually them, if he wasnt pretending just to cause a scene, those days she became distant, nobody recognized him. He was agressive and impulsive and somehow was always hurting the people she cared most.

- Some days she felt like a complete failiure and waste of space, other days she felt he was better than every other living human, some days she loved who she was, others he wanted to die and be born as someone else. He didn't know how he felt about himself, nothing in her was constant, except the change. She didn't know how she felt, it was empty and simultaniously overwhelming because she felt everything and nothing at the same time. She was insecure and over confident, rude and also sweet and polite.

-His boggart was being left by everyone he loved.

- There was a time in his life where she treated everyone like shit on purpose because she was convinced that everyone would leave him and some point so it would be "her choice". That didnt last and it was awful, he felt awful, she cried every day, she began to self harm and hate himself.

- She hated being impulsive and always hurting people. She hated that sometimes his mind kinda shut off and he lost control of what he was doing and saying, hated that she couldn't remember it after, he hated that on these times she always did the worst things imaginable.

- Sirius dressed fem and masc, depends on the day and what he was feeling, they wore lots of leather jackets, croptops, low waisted jeans, oversize jackets, coats and sweaters. loved something showing chest, very flamboyant and sparkly. Their color palette was black, red, grey, purple and dark brown.

- Sirius loved tattoos and piercings. She got her first tattoo on sixth year, along with Remus. She had many ear piercings, nipple piercing and a stud nose (with a ruby on it)

- The relationship with his sexuality was complicated, he always knew she didn't like women the way boys were supposed to. In Hogwarts, he did everything to show everyone that he, in fact, did like girls. Until fifth year, she just couldn't take it anymore. she did hook up with some random girls just for show (nothing sexual, he couldn't physically put themselves through that). But then he met Benjy and that's when it all changed, Benjy helped him discover who she was, what they liked, what felt good and comfortable and what didn’t, helped them with the whole gender thing (Sirius did not give a fuck, sometimes he felt like a boy, sometimes not and that was it, couldn't care less about how ppl referred to or perceived her). So basically the only people he ever had anything with were Remus and Benjy. 

-Sirius found it easy to hate and dislike things and people and she hated herself most of all for it. Because good people can't hate, good people only love, good people don't get angry and destructive. Therefore, in her mind, he was a terrible person.

- Sirius felt like a mistake sometimes, like a waste of space, like he was useless and could have done more to save his brother, to save her cousin, to be loved by their family. For a long time, that was all she wanted, that's what he would see in the mirror of Erised, him being her true self in front of her family, dressed however he pleased, and their family behind smiling, supporting and loving her. 

- His boggart was himself, with the dark mark on her arm. The slytherin green tie, pale skin, hair all short and well cut. His biggest fear was being evil, ending up being the horrible person the voice inside their head kept saying he was.

- His biggest dream for years was being loved by his family, but becoming what they wanted was her biggest fear. She had always been torn.

- James was the one that made them realize that her family was fucked up, that they were wrong, that Sirius was enough and that he did not need to change in order to be treated like a person, that her family wasn't worth it and that she had to let go. It wasn’t easy, it took James five long years, but on December 1975 Sirius came all bloody to the Potters, left her family behind, and began to heal. 

- Sirius was unstable, as established here, he hated herself for it. Sometimes she felt like she only did the wrong thing, like she was rotten and couldn’t be fixed, like she would die being a mistake like he could never be loved and never truly love.

- Sirius just has a very androgynous feminine aura, loved to explore gender expression, and never really cared what people said.

- Sirius Black and Remus Lupin are connected by the red string, they are head over heels in love with each other, they ARE love. Their relationship isn’t toxic, its beautiful and pure and genuine and sweet, it may have had its ups and downs but they never treated each other poorly. Even when they were mad or fighting, if one needed help or comfort, the other put everything aside to come to their aid. They were always touching and holding hands and exchanding looks, their love was so strong you could feel it in the air, everyone around them could see it, it was undeniable.

[cogito-dreams]

NEW LIMBUS OC INCOMING (asset used for the nametag can be found here!)

Meet Basil! More info/notes under the cut:

(Source: Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde)

Basil is an artist, something which is... not entirely appreciated in the City. He falls in love with a young man named Dorian, who becomes his muse (and idol, obsession, god, whatever you’d like to call it). When creating his masterpieces with Dorian as his model, Basil puts his entire heart and soul into the work... which is a pretty bad thing to do in a world of abnormalities.

Suffice it to say, he doesn’t make art anymore. But he still holds out hope that Dorian will be alright.

Design notes:

He wears his coat buttoned, with the utility belt over the top of it to help keep it closed better.

He wears a red ribbon in his braid after joining the company.

His hands are stained from charcoal and ink.

If he takes off his coat, you’ll find the sleeves of his shirt have paint still on them.

His company ID is clipped to his belt against his left hip.

Extra:

He is so fucking gay oh my god. someone help him. the rose colored glasses are never coming off

He’s easily overwhelmed by stronger personality types in the sense that he quickly stops any arguments, but he holds onto his morals very strongly.

Said morals include the wholehearted belief that everyone has good in them somewhere, likely more than they’re showing... which gets him constantly accused of naivety, though he knows better than most how cruel the world can be.

He doesn’t have a very high sense of self esteem, and will let himself be mistreated to avoid causing a scene.

more to come later when I have an actual full ref rather than just a few sketches I promise-

[ilovedilfs228007]

OH I KNOW

A biiiiiiig post about all the books i have, because I like talking about books.

1. Comics. 2 about doctor Strange, 1 about loki and 1 about tony stark. Those about dr strange were a gift from a friend. Im afraid to ask how much did they cost.

2. Tomas Harris' Red dragon, The silence of the lambs, and Hannibal. There should be 3 books but i started to reread the third one. I liked them all so fucking much i recommend them to everyone i know. It was very hard to find them all in my native language and the first two are second hand but hey. At least they look fine on the shelf.

3. The picture of Dorian Gray. Basil Hallward deserved better. Loved it a lot but was a bit boring from times to times. Live laugh gay men.

4. Just after sunset by Stephen King. A lot of different short stories, some of them are scary, some of them are not, but i liked the one about the Akkerman field and the things they left behind

5. The shining by Stephen King. Sometimes boring but only sometimes. And please, stop describing the carpet, we understood that it is blue, okay? And i wanted to know more about Roger the Dog Man. A sad story about gay man.

6. The Witcher. The first book. I can't say that i liked it very much. Some stories are okay but ehhh... I just don't think i like fantasy.

7. The Good Samaritan by John Marrs. Eeehhhh... Well, depressing, sometimes boring. Didn't like it.

8. The Master and Margarita. I. Love. Fagotto. And. Behemoth. I want you to know, that in russian Fagotto's name is Fagót. Lol. I love him so much it hurts. He is such a gentleman and, in my opinion, has a lot of in common with supernatural gabriel. I laughed a lot when i read this. Also boring sometimes but it's alright. And i named this motherfucker ↓ Behemoth, sooo.. yk. I like it, like, a lot

9. Taras Bulba. Well, i needed to read this, can't say that i liked it very much. Not that bad actually. I just ehhh feel sorry for Andriy. He is... Well... I don't think i understand the concept of the patriotism. So yeah. And lol little silly man

And the book's cover is magnificent. Just look at it

10. The foxhole court. Didn't like at all. Don't want to read the two other books, sorry.

11. Books about medicine. Have finished none of them. The white one was a secret from parents because say the words "sexual differentiation" and my dad's in coma. It was quite interesting tbh. The green one is about forensic medicine. Interesting but not so much. The grey one was a huge mistake because its name was translated as "the neurosurgeon's prayer" and i thought it was about the neurosurgery. No. It's about praying with your patients. 🥲

12. Books i haven't read because they are not interesting or that are not mine.

13. Call me by your name. Haven't read yet. Im going to ignore the existence of the poop scene.

14. The Divine Comedy. Haven't finished. Too boring and i have abusive relationships with long poems.

15. The Surgeon by Tess Garritsen. BOOORIIING. And i know who is the killer from the very beginning. In my opinion it's a problem. Have read for the sexy Saint Tomas but uh. I have seen that the other books from this library are about the woman detective. She is way better than Jeanne from the previous post. But still BOOOORIIING. Maybe will finish it one day.

16. A collection of fairy tales, plays, poems and short stories by Oscar Wilde. Including the picture of Dorian Gray and De Profundis. Haven't read all of it, just some poems and have started De Profundis but haven't finished. I felt like it's a talk show and they are arguing in front of everyone. Well, not they, just oscar saying that his boyfriend is an abusive bitch.

Im a bookworm as u can see. Well, sort of.

And the big black book on the right is the Resurrectionist the lost work of dr Spencer Black. Bought it because of the pictures.

[alexjcrowley]

BELA LUGOSI

But most of all, MALCOM MCDOWELL????? I HAVE HAD THE BIGGEST CRUAH ON MALCOM MCDOWELL SINCE ALWAYS WHAT ARE YOU TELLING ME

Technically Malcom McDowell is one of the very few actors I like more when he was young rather than when he was old BUT I DO NOT FUCKING CARE

I COULD BURST INTO CONFETTIS FROM HAPPINESS

MALCOM MCDOWELL PLAYING LORD HENRY I AM DOUBLE STUNNED I AM SPEECHLESS

Also Anthony Perkins I know you were gay but literally smooch me on the lips because you as Lord Henry makes me go weak in the knees

Anthony Perkins AND Malcom McDowell, really makes you wonder what's up with actors known for playing psychopaths (alright I don't exactly know what was wrong with Alex in The Clockwork Orange) being typecast as Lord Henry, but I'm LIVING for it

Also I am looking up every single actor I do not know and

Ernst Ludwig. I think I only found his homonym, a painter, whose works I like so nice discovery.

Bela Lugosi you know you gotta play old man who lure people into a life of sin you know it

George Sanders is probably one of my favourite choices, not gonna lie. It's different from how I always imagined Lord Henry to be but at the same time it's like when you imagine a person and them you see their picture and you are like "definitely not what I imagined but it's the right kind of dissonance between the two images."

Herbert Lom. Wrong kid of dissonance. Not gonna lie, it's because you were in the Dorian 70's movies (yes, thatonegirl, yes, "The god called Dorian). Also I just found out he playexld Inspector Dreyfus from the Pink Panther movie and now I am traumatised.

Colin Firth I do not like you man. I like you as a person, I dislike like 90% of your characters. Don't ask why. I see you playing something and I go "I don't like it". I wish I could like you more.

DENNIS PRICE OH MY GOD BABE I WAA ABOUT TO TELL YOU WEREN'T CUT FOR IT BUT I REALIZES YOU PLAYED LOUIS THE LITTLE SLUT IN KIND HEARTS AND CORONETS. BBY I LOVE YOU YOU'RE STILL NOT MY LORD HENRY BYT YOU HAVE MY HEART. YOU HAVE THE BITCH ENERGY. I LIKE YOU IN THEORY BUT NOT IN PRACTICE BUT I AM SO HAPPY YOU GOT TO PLAY LORD HENRY. If you didn't I would have lamented it my whole life you were perfect but now I know you aren't. Still. You could take any Luois Mazzini quote and it's Lord Henry energy. Any. Tell me "I must admit he exhibits the most extraordinary capacity for middle age that I've ever encountered in a young man of twenty-four" is not something Lord Henry would say. You're wrong.

George C Scott is surprisingly alright for an American. I like him very much. And I mean strictly in Lord Henry context. If I were simply talking about him then I like him MORE than very much. Very good actor. Also I have a crush on him but that's unrelated.

Nigel Davenport, can't find a Lord Henry picture of him, but obviously yes.

John Gielgud is Lord Henry Wotton from that 70s adaptation taht has everything except the actual picture so yes of course he is great Lord Henry BUT while I was looking him up I found this picture of him as a young man playing Hamlet

AND SIR YOU AIN'T LORD HENRY WOTTON YOU ARR LITERALLY OSCAR WILDE. He gives me gender envy AND Dorian vibes (that are...the same thing actually), I wish he played Dorian so badly.

And well you already know about the last ones

How Oscar Wilde describes Lord Henry Wotton:

one of "the two young men"

"the young lord"

Actors who have played Lord Henry Wotton:

Ernst Ludwig (at the age of 49)

Bela Lugosi (36)

George Sanders (39)

Herbert Lom (53)

Colin Firth (49)

Dennis Price (46)

George C Scott (34)

Nigel Davenport (45)

John Gielgud (72)

Anthony Perkins (51)

Malcolm McDowell (61)

Oscar Wilde: Henry is young. The vast majority of casting directors: Absolutely not.

[screeching-painter-witch]

annotating your books is amazing once you stop giving a fuck about making it fancy/ "academic"

one of the most fun times i had was annotating mary shelley's frankenstein, and that's because on multiple occasions i underlined gay parts and just wrote "sus" and "bestie idk how to tell you this..."

but i also pointed out possible metaphors and parallels, and this helped me learn something very important:

your intellect/intelligence flows more freely once you stop feeling like you have something to prove.

and even if you just add funny annotations, it still means that you read the book, thought about the story and the writing and understood things like the use of irony, humour etc.

(if you prefer not to annotate your books, that's alright too, of course.)

also: the books you read/ annotate do not have to be "classics".

i never understood pretentious people's obsession with "the classics"; they act as though no new or differently written book has anything to teach us, they pretend that there is no depth just because they don't deem it as valuable. but let me ask you this:

if we only read and analyse the Classics, how will we ever discover new classics? we will be stuck reading the same books, or at least the same styles of books, over and over, and that is the very opposite of learning, the very opposite of the actual point of reading (and, let's be honest, it will also be way less entertaining).

in order to grow as readers, and as writers, we cannot afford to focus only on old classics, because many of those old classics were also judged and seen as pointless "entertainment for the masses", or even as harmful at the time they were written, because they were so different from what was usually written at that time (a great example of this is Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray).

i would also like to say here that once i stopped pressuring myself to read what other people considered valuable, not only did i discover other writing styles, i also did find classics that i very much enjoyed. but still, if you do not want to read those, there is nothing wring with that and you are not less intelligent, or somehow a "worse reader" because of that.

and, yes there are books that are badly written, and objectively pointless, but in my experience people naturally avoid those books, no matter if they are old or new or anything, and reading these books does not make you stupid.

so, basically, my point is:

read whatever you want, and read however you want.

classics, no classics, only classics, annotations, not annotations, audiobooks, e-books, paper books, it is your life, your bookshelf (or audible profile, i guess?), and other people's opinions, especially disrespectful ones, do not matter.

that doesn't mean that being criticised rudely will not hurt, of course it will. but you will learn to look past that, because people will always have something to say, something to complain about. find friends and fellow readers who are kind and respectful of your reading choices (finding people who like reading the same things as you is even better, if you can, but interacting with people whose opinions differ from yours can be a great learning experience, as long as these people are kind and respectful; and trust me, you will find these kinds of people in your life)

so go on, read, learn, and do not listen to arseholes /gen

[pandora-morningstar]

The day everyone found out Oscar was bi

((so I learned that Oscar Wilde slept with both men and women before he was sent to prison, his book the picture of Dorian Gray was used as evidence))

Oscar is sat in the dining room with the others when Arthur and Dazai come walking in

Arthur: Oscar, old chap

Oscar: oh no, what is it Arthur?

Arthur: may I ask you something?

Oscar: I know I'm going to regret this but very well, go ahead

Arthur and Dazai sat down opposite Oscar and Mark

Arthur: why do you turn your nose up at the women I bring you when we're at the pub?

Oscar: well I don't feel like being in a relationship anymore

Dazai: but every time you look at Napoleon, Leonardo and Sebastian you seem to have hearts in your eyes

Oscar noticed that a copy of his infamous book was hidden in Dazai's kimono, he took a deep breath and stood up.

Oscar: I admire them, now if you'll excuse me basil needs feeding

He was about to leave when Mark grabbed his wrist and sat him down again

Mark: it's alright, tell them.

Napoleon: tell us what?

At that point Mc and Sebastian came running out of the kitchen like bats out of hell, ready for moral support.

Oscar: well if you really must know, my infamous book was used at my sentencing, apparently I was 'sinful' the because my book had homoerotic themes. It was also brought to light that had slept with men, and yes I was married with two children. I like both men and women, but I lean more towards men. My opinion is that a person should be recognised by their talents and worth not by gender, sexuality, colour or creed

Mc: in layman's terms Oscar is bisexual with a more masculine lean

Sebastian: it's quite common in mine and Mc's time, as well as being gay and even changing genders

Everyone looked stunned except Comte and Leonardo

Jean was about to say something when Oscar butted in

Oscar: a casual fling isn't something to be proud of but if you feel a deep connection with a person weather being the same gender or not shouldn't be frowned upon.

Dazai: in ancient Japan samurai would have intercourse with eachother, when a law was passed forbidding it there where literal riots so the law was never instated

Leonardo: I slept with a man before, hell I might even marry Comte at some point...

Everyone: we know

Leonardo: my point is, you won't be judged here

Oscar smiles, finally feeling excepted

[merlinmyrddin]

Hello!

Can you recommend me some very underatted gay movies? (I prefer comdey or happy ones if it's possible)

I recently came to realize i am a 23 man who happens to be gay. I don't know what took me so long.

Hello! I am sorry for the time it took me to answer you, but your ask has been playing constantly in my head now for weeks and I had to go down nostalgia lane film-wise...!

I'm also sorry for how long this answer is, I got carried away!!!

So first of all, I am damn proud if you. I know it sounds like empty words but whether you're 13, 23, or 45, being able to say you have found your inner truth is always something to be proud of! And what took you so long? It didn't. We are living in times where people want you to believe you are meant to have your sexuality and/or gender figured out by 18 when in reality, I know more people doing their coming out in their 20's/30's. Because when it comes to being gay, lesbian, bi, trans and queer : this last decade has seen some major changes. But it's ok for people born late 80's and 90's to come out "just" now. We grew up in a time where homosexuality was still taboo in most places. And when I say taboo, I mean that "homosexual" was barely pronounced, sometimes only whispered. A time where "gay panic" was a legitimate defense in court. (Talking from a Western European point of view here again. Many places in the world, including the USA still consider the murder of an homosexual or transgender victim as a legitimate act. And these last years has proven that there was not only the "gay/trans panic" crippling our streets, but also a "black panic" and more recently, an "Asian panic". Short aparte here : "gay panic" doesnt mean "omg, that person is making me question my identity!?" nor is it a term used when thirsty over an actor/actress when openly gay such as "[actor name] oh wow...*gay panic intensifies*... this term is a serious concept a murderer can use in court as a defense when taking the life of someone from the community. This is the law enabling hate crimes.)

To any younger people reading this right now : gay marriage has been legal in France since 2013, in the UK since 2014 and, allegedly, in the US since 2015. This is recent history. People who are mid-20's are historically closer to the HIV/AIDs crisis than of the legalisation of same-sex marriage.

As such, we are made to believe than coming out in our twenties or thirties is doing a late coming out. No, it's not. We are a generation who suffered through systemic homophobia in our formative teenage years. When we were trying to figure who we were, people were marching in the streets calling us names, and trying to defend the idea we did not deserve basic humans rights. (As a side note, I am not implying that such issues are not currently happening. This is mostly western European centred again as I am, well, European. This is also targeted towards sexuality orientations, excluding any gender talks as this is still currently a very real societal issue for which the fight has only just begun. Double side note : I'm not yet fully caffeinated. But hopefully you get the general idea despite my flagrant lack of eloquence on this fine morning.)

Alright, let's move on to films then!

I searched for a long time for happy / comedic films but then I realised I was definitly not the right person to answer that. On a general basis, I enjoy dramas. That's my thing.

So instead, I thought I would list you the first LGBTQ+ Films I ever watched, hoping they'll find you well.

-Stonewall (1995). Not my favourite film, but as a kid, it was great first jump into lgbtq+ history. Sad note : The director of this film died of AIDS shortly after.

-Another country (1984) Based in the 1930's in a public school. Starring Rupert Everett (who just a few years ago came to direct "The Happy Prince", a great take on Oscar Wilde and Alfred Douglas, casting himself as Wilde, and Colin Morgan as Bosie...fantastic film, highly recommand), and starring Colin Firth. Teenagers discovering themselves, from homosexuality to politics. (The parralele made is quite interesting as both young men are misfits...one for being gay, one for being Marxist.) Great watch, but a heavy one.

-Maurice. (1987) God, I love this film. It explores not only coming to term with your sexuality but also what it means to be homosexual for the people around you and the impact it can have on your life, depending on your social background. Starring James Wilby, Hugh Grant and Rupert Graves, this is an other drama which leaves you feeling almost raw. I always had an affinity for British film because of how...real they feel. Best example would probably be Danny Boyle himself. You know what I mean... you grow attached and you feel for these characters. And Maurice does just that. Memorable quote : I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort. (And you might think : "Oscar Wilde? Again??" And oh boy, yes. Oscar Wilde again. Yes, he is one of the most well known author, mostly because of The Picture of Dorian Gray, but he is also a major part of Queer history. After all, "queer" has been used as a derogatory term for homosexuals for the time...directed at Wilde during his trial for posing as a somdomite. (No typo there.) Being an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort is an other one of the euphemism like "being a friend of Dorothy") And talking about Wilde...

-Wilde (1997). Biopic, Stephen Fry as Oscar, Jude law as Oscar's lover : Bosie. Incredible. Superb film. I can not find words.

-An Englishman in New-York (not the Sting song. Actually yes, kinda the Sting song. Because both the film and the song are about the same man : Quentin Crisp). Biopic. An artist, writer, actor, Quentin Crisp has always bothered. Painting his nails, wearing make up, criticising the royal family. He was a character. John hurt is magnificent as Crisp, who he had already played in 1975 in The Naked Civil Servant, an other great watch.

- A Single Man (2009). With Nicholas Hoult and Colin Firth. This film was a slap in my face. And it has, in my opinion, one of the greatest speech of all time, during a scene in the classroom :

"[...]Let's leave the Jews out of this just for a moment. Let's think of another minority. One that... One that can go unnoticed if it needs to. There are all sorts of minorities, blondes for example... Or people with freckles. But a minority is only thought of as one when it constitutes some kind of threat to the majority. A real threat or an imagined one. And therein lies the fear. If the minority is somehow invisible, then the fear is much greater. That fear is why the minority is persecuted. So, you see there always is a cause. The cause is fear. Minorities are just people. People like us."

-Pride (2014). [TRAILER] Bloody hell, that film. When we talk about lgbtq+ history, we often thing about the pink triangle and the holocaust, Reagan, Stonewall, AIDS and... fucking Maggie. Margaret Thatcher, the Iron Lady. Again, funny how the past is closer than we think, as I still have friends of mine talking to me about that period in British history that they lived through. The minors strike. The poverty, the crisis of the working class and the HIV crisis. But if you are looking for a film full of hope, from tears to laughter, this is the one. Bread and Roses. Bread, and Roses. And a message, which I believe is the essence of our community to this day : solidarity forever. After all...there is power in a union.

If anybody has other films to add, you are more than welcome to do so.

Love you all xx

[llantano]

Turning Leaves, 18. Speculation

Viki was at home with Charlie when the doorbell rang. Charlie had been hoping for the phone to ring and did not like that someone was at the door. “Well, now, who could that be?” “I’ll get it,” Viki insisted, concerned. Charlie waited, hovering near the telephone until he saw Bo and Nora enter the foyer.  “Any news?” he asked before he even offered a hello.

“We just wanted to stop by and check in,” Bo offered as an encouraging apology. “You know that if I hear anything before you do, you’ll be the first person I call.” Nora hugged Viki.  “Clint wanted to be here but he’s caught in a meeting at B.E. right now. He’ll call later.” “How is Matthew?” Viki ushered them to the couch. “Oh, you know … still as Buchanan as ever,” was Nora’s only explanation. “Are you two sure you’re alright? Working from home today?” “Yes, we thought a quiet setting seemed more productive. We’re fine,” Viki assured. Bo wasn’t certain. “It’s just we know you both have a lot on your mind right now, with the election and everything….” “To be honest, Bo,” Viki admitted, “the election is the least of my concerns right now.” Nora wondered with a smirk, “You mean Dorian is the least of your concerns right now?” “That too,” Viki agreed. “Although she would prefer otherwise.” “I don’t know, Viki.”  Nora shook her head.  “You know she’s been waiting for a perfect opportunity to hold her head up and strike.” She mimicked the movement of a snake with her hand and arm. “Well, then, let her,” Viki insisted. “It won’t do her public image any favors.” Charlie was helpless. He glanced at the phone and Bo caught him doing it. “See, the thing is,” Bo offered, “that while she may be the least of your worries right now – and rightly so, rightly so,” he nodded, “she is also the one you can deal with.” “What are you getting at, Bo?” Charlie wondered. “The interim mayor is pretty much in a holding position until we get a new mayor in town hall. This is about the first time in years we’ve been able to do our jobs at the station without someone from the mayor’s office running interference. At the end of this election, I’m going to have a new boss, and it just remains to be seen what might happen in a situation like the one we’re facing right now, with Jared.” Viki looked over at Charlie while he nodded his understanding.  “Well, to be fair,” she offered, “I have to give Dorian some credit. I don’t think either one of us would interfere in an investigation like this one.” “Ah, the key words,” Nora insisted. “'Like this one.’” There was an awkward silence between the four as they each wondered over their own thoughts on the matter. Bo spoke up again. “By the way, Viki – this is relevant to your interests. The hotline got an anonymous tip this morning … from someone who was insisting that we should investigate the current hospital chief of staff because they said he has or had close personal ties with the former mayor.” Nora nodded with a funny all-knowing grin. “Well, isn’t that convenient?” Charlie wondered. “That’s true though,” Viki agreed. “In fact, now that I think about it, I’m surprised he managed to slip under all of our radars for so long, considering that prescriptions were a large part of the drug operation.” “So this is a concern to you?” Bo asked with genuine interest. “In fact, yes,” Viki nodded. She looked at Nora’s expression. “Why?” “I listened to the call,” Bo admitted. “The anonymous caller had a very familiar voice.” Viki slapped the top of her leg. “I knew it! I knew she was doing this. I was just telling Charlie -- the chief of staff position is why she even got involved in Lowell’s campaign to start with.” “Because he was on the board?” Bo asked. “Yes, and he wouldn’t vote for her becoming chief of staff due to his ties with the current one … which I’m sure involved campaign contributions … and since we’re on the subject, perhaps even drugs?” They shared a collective sigh. Viki paused. “Again, to be fair, that is exactly why I decided to run for mayor as well.” “Because Dorian was supporting him?” Nora blinked. “Oh, goodness no,” Viki shook her head. “In fact, we didn’t even find out she was his campaign manager until after the decision was made. But she did help me realize that someone had to at least try to defeat Lowell.” “And she was the first to defend him. That’s rich.” Bo smirked. “But to her credit, she did get him to resign.” “And how did she get him to do that?” Charlie wondered. “Well, you know what?” Bo offered. “To me, that doesn’t matter as much as the end result. We’re finally going to have a new mayor.” He smiled at Viki. “And I’m able to do my job.  Lowell’s behind bars….” “…And Dorian’s a lesbian,” Nora grinned with glee as Viki rolled her eyes.  “Speaking of … does David still wander in here from time to time?” “Oh, yes he does,” Viki assured her. “Often. Usually on a mission.” “A Dorian-commissioned mission?” Nora smirked. “Well, you know as well as I do that there is no way this lesbian thing is even - by the widest stretch of the imagination - genuine,” Nora stated. “And yet,” Viki observed, “There really is no way to prove that or even insist upon it without aggravating the gay community – which, by the way, I still have somewhat solid support from.” “The reason I ask about David,” Nora elaborated, “… Does he still have feelings for her?” Viki smirked. “David’s sentimentality only goes so far as his libido, and yet, Dorian and David will always share a connection I don’t even want to start to contemplate.” Bo nodded agreement. “It’s sort-of tragic, you know?” Nora considered. “She divorced him – despite the fact that he was a Buchanan – presumably to be with Ray Montez. You remember how crazy she got after he left town.” “How could I forget?” Viki half-shuddered, and half-smirked. “And that happened right before all of this mayor interest came up.” “Then David comes back to town and gets caught up in this lesbian farce. She demotes him to make Amelia her campaign manager. You know this all has to be making him crazy.” Bo was a bit uncomfortable with the conversation. “I’m sure it is.” Viki was curious. “Where are you going with this, Nora?” “Well, I mean … maybe you can’t prove Dorian isn’t a lesbian right now….” “…But David can,” Viki knew. “... And he listens to you, and good ol’ Pa here,” Nora nudged Bo’s arm as she teased him. “I can’t believe you’ve had this ace up your sleeve this whole time and it hasn’t occurred to you to use it.” “Well, no offense to you, Nora, but I like to think I’m a bit bigger than that. Dorian plays in the mud and taunts me to get in with her, but I’d rather stand outside the ring and watch her make a ridiculous mess of herself for no reason. Case in point -- the LGLA.” “On the other hand,” Bo thought it out for them with startling reality, “While I would never presume that Viki doesn’t have a leg up in this election, we have Dorian on the other side with a pretty fair shot to be our next mayor – and under what we all assume to be a false pretense. You wouldn’t exactly have to get in the mud for her to look dirty all on her own.” “You’re encouraging this, Bo?” Viki gasped. “I’m just saying … there would be nothing dishonest about reminding David and Dorian of their deep-seated feelings for each other.” “I take it you’re not voting for Dorian then?” Charlie asked Bo, half-joking, and they all shared a chuckle over it. “Well, you’re right,” Viki acquiesced. “There would be nothing dishonest about it.  I just can’t help feeling a bit guilty at the thought that Dorian can be so easily manipulated.  For goodness sakes, she had a fit over The Banner publishing an article about Jared.” “What does that have to do with anything?” Bo asked. “It’s a … conflict of interests,” Charlie explained. “She was spouting some nonsense about media bias.” Nora snapped her fingers. “And that’s why she wanted to remain anonymous on the tip hotline.” Charlie couldn’t help his own observations. “I just wish someone had a tip about Jared.” “It’ll happen soon,” Bo assured him. “This whole chain of events has unraveled so fast….” Charlie nodded.  They sat in respectful silence for a moment. Viki changed the subject, hoping to ease Charlie’s mind again.  “You remember what Dorian said at her initial press conference?” “You mean when she hijacked the mic after Bo’s press conference?” Charlie clarified. Viki smirked. “She said, ‘I will never betray your trust … and I will always uphold your faith in American democracy.’ The sad thing is that she meant every word of that at the time.” “And then the LGLA knocked on your door instead of hers,” Charlie observed. Viki looked to Bo. She knew he understood what she was getting at. He nodded and muttered, “Easily manipulated.” “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Viki asked him. “Do you want to lock the election?” Bo answered. “I have a confession,” Nora smirked. She leaned forward as they looked at her. “I ordered a couple of wedding pictures I will never hang on my wall. I keep them tucked away just to remind myself of what an ass Dorian made of herself that day.” Viki was stunned. “You ordered wedding pictures of Dorian?” “Granted, at the time it was not cool,” Nora clarified, motioning with one hand, “But now when I look back I’m a little amused by it. First of all, she did it to herself. Second, imagine if she knew I had those pictures.” Bo was calm as he asked, “You weren’t thinking of feeding those pictures to the press?” Nora straightened her face into innocence and looked to each of them in turn. Her tone revealed that she was not sincere when she told them, “The thought hadn’t even occurred to me.” Viki couldn’t help but grin in amusement. Nora was entertaining. She elected to not respond one way or the other on the matter of the wedding pictures. Bo changed the subject again. “You know there’s something I never did get about that Ray Montez guy.”  He met the curious gazes of those around him. “He was in prison, he tried to take Langston from Dorian. I mean, Dorian was mad enough at the guy she was ready to do away with him even when she knew Clint was behind his coming here, and in a way, she could have even blamed him for her losing B.E. back to the family. Dorian married David just to get the Buchanan name back – you remember?” Nora and Viki shared a look. “How could we forget?” “You know – at least at the time – that was one of Dorian’s top priorities. She even went Buddhist over the whole thing.” “Yeah. Right,” Viki smirked. “But then,” Bo elaborated, “She’s going out on a date with Ray Montez? And after he leaves, does she get back with David? No. What the heck happened?” “She realized she was a lesbian,” Nora joked. “I don’t know,” Viki offered, “But if there is one thing I’ve learned over the years as far as Dorian is concerned, it is that if it doesn’t make sense, she’s probably up to something.” Viki looked over at Charlie, who seemed as concerned about what Dorian was up to as he did about Jared. That was wrong. She winked at him as she laced her fingers through his and squeezed his hand. Bo nodded. “Well, we have more important things to figure out than Dorian’s machinations at the moment. And we will,” he promised Charlie. Viki looked at Nora. She thought of asking her to leave the wedding pictures alone but decided to keep her attention on Charlie for the moment.

[ihavetogogh]

alright, I wasn’t technically tagged in this, but @the-chesapeake-shipper did a vague-tag to all mutuals yesterday, and 🥺 I’m bored. thank u for ur generosity

rules: tag people you want to get to know better!

your name and then what you would have named yourself: well... coincidentally, i did choose my name a few years back. i’m darcy (yes, after mr. darcy. no, i do not regret it). HOWEVER there are times when i wish i had chosen a name that paid homage to my Japanese heritage. i recently learned that my mom had planned to name me kimiko hunaya and there are lots of days where i consider it because i know my great grandmother approved of it

astrological sign (sun/moon/rising if you know): will someone at a higher level of gay please teach me how to do this stuff???? i’m a capricorn, but i don’t know if that’s sun, moon, or rising

when did you join tumblr and why?: oh god.... way too young? i think i made my first blog in eighth grade. so 2011. mostly because i wanted to be an edgy tween reblogging quotes

top five fandoms: i have to narrow it down? this list is in a constant flux but at this exact moment: nbc hannibal, star trek, tolkien (i cant bring myself to say lotr while the silmarillion still holds most of my heart), the man from uncle, and x-men (but exclusively for erik’s turtlenecks)

top five favorite films: the normal heart, princess mononoke, star trek: the voyage home, the phantom thread, and the pride and prejudice 5 part mini-series that we’re all going to pretend is a movie because i never watch movies...

go to song when you want to Feel something: depends on what i need to feel, but if we’re talking about Yearning(TM), lover please stay by nothing but thieves

what’s your religion or faith if you have one?: i was raised mostly with catholic influences and some shintoism/buddhism. i vacillate between total nihilism and the concept of divinity in nature and the infinite cyclicality of energy and life??

a song that makes you feel seen: anything keaton henson has ever written? beekeeper is a very enduring song from when i was younger that still hits me right in the gut even if i dont feel the same way as i did back then. a more currently relevant song would be garden song by phoebe bridgers

if you could have any career: if i could be the person i want to be rather than the person that i am, i would be a university english professor, preferably at some old university where everything is a little drafty and the campus library has high ceilings and ghosts that stretch back to time immemorial. sharing a love for literature and storytelling has always appealed to me, and if i could, i would spend the rest of my life in academia

do you have a type: men who are too old for me and women who intimidate me 😔

what does your heart/soul yearn for?: faust. all i want right now is to sit down in my library with goethe, tchaikovsky playing in the background. where’s mephistopheles to give me a special witches brew so i have all the time in the world to glut on the passions of humanity?

if you had to describe yourself in 5 words to someone who doesn’t know you: book hoarding bisexual literature student???

favorite subject in school: english, but i also love history (especially art history)

where does your soul feel most at home?: sitting on the end of my grandparent’s crumbling dock, feet dangling in a lake that made it’s home in some scooped out part of the north cascade mountains. everything is still except the whisper of the air through the pine needles and the slap of water against the shore. my grandma and i had wine and charcuterie for lunch and now my grandpa’s talking about his painting—something that straddles the line between the familiar and the surreal. it’s a very comforting memory

top 5 fictional characters: aragorn, son of arathorn, king of gondor; hannibal lecter; jim kirk; thomasina from tom stoppard’s arcadia; lyra belaqua from his dark materials

top 3 moments in a show that made you ugly cry: did you mean when boromir dies in fellowship???? he’s such a tragic character, and sean bean was the perfect casting decision. uuuhmmmmm hannibal tenderly and erotically gutting will in his kitchen. it’s one hell of a sex scene, that. aaaand the ending of your lie in april. i have nothing else to say on the matter

the earth, the sun, the moon, or the stars: has to be the stars (moon, please forgive me....)

favorite kind of weather: when everything is poised on the edge of a storm. the air is perfectly still, and you can smell the rain and the lightning. the sun low enough that there’s nothing but a glow of light at the bottom of the cloud bank

top 3 characters you kin with: elizabeth bennett.... clearly; will graham.... less clearly; and leonard mccoy, ultimate mom friend

favorite medium of art: subtractive sculpture mediums, especially marble, and oil painting. give me all that classic art

introvert/extrovert/ambivert: i’m a big, dumb introvert

a favorite literary quote: i could... spend hours answering this. since i’m thinking of stoppard and his horribly underappreciated plays, we’ll go with my favorite quote from arcadia: “We shed as we pick up, like travellers who must carry everything in their arms, and what we let fall will be picked up by those behind. The procession is very long and life is very short. We die on the march. But there is nothing outside the march so nothing can be lost to it. The missing plays of Sophocles will turn up piece by piece, or be written again in another language. Ancient cures for diseases will reveal themselves once more. Mathematical discoveries glimpsed and lost to view will have their time again. You do not suppose, my lady, that if all of Archimedes had been hiding in the great library of Alexandria, we would be at a loss for a corkscrew?”

some of your favorite books: the hobbit (tolkien), cloud atlas (david mitchell), the goldfinch (donna tartt), broken monsters (lauren beukes), the amber spyglass (phillip pullman), the paper menagerie (ken liu), the vintner’s luck (elizabeth knox), wuthering heights (emily bronte), pride and prejudice (jane austen), lolita (vladimir nabokov), crimson petal in the white (michel faber), sharp objects (gillian flynn), life after life (kate atkinson), the picture of dorian gray (oscar wilde), arcadia (tom stoppard), faust (goethe)

if you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?: a townhouse in edinburgh scotland, someplace just big enough for all of my books and a dog and cat. or that town int he netherlands where there’s no cars and everyone gets around by boat. i don’t drive, so that sounds like such a dream??????

if you could live in any time in history, when would it be?: i don’t think i’d like living in any other time, honestly... as a nonbinary person... but i would love to pop into the victorian era for a visit. i want to sit in on a victorian salon, listen to poets read their work and look at art and just generally enjoy the beauty of it. but i wouldn’t like to live then for long

if you could play any instrument masterfully, which would it be?: the cello please and thank you

if you have one, what mythological god or goddess do you feel a connection to?: i vibe pretty hard with persephone...

oh my god, this is so long, but LASTLY, favorite recent selfie in your camera roll: two because why not?

[lostonehero]

This is based on @5am-the-foxing-hour idea

"You don't love me." The pregnant woman stated point blank at the man who knocked her up.

"What no of course...." the man stops knowing that look. "How did you figure it out?"

The woman smiles and places her hand in his. "Look Dorian I knew a month into this pregnancy, and honestly I don't love you either. Uh uh no I already talked to all of my family and they agree you can stay around because we all know how excited you are to be a father." The woman smiles then frowns seeing Dorian begin to cry.

"I wanted to keep lying to myself to say I'm normal, and I don't like men, but I.."

"Dorian shut up. Please I hear you baby tall to my bump and honestly I don't give a shit if your gay or not. You'll be a good dad, or my parent will string you up." The woman laughs.

"I'm trying Lynn I'm trying. And you heard that?" Dorian wipes his tears looking embarrassed.

"It's adorable. You know you're pretty good for someone who ran over his brother's boyfriend."

Dorian hissed. "I was trying to protect him. That man was bad news."

The woman laughs. "I'm glad. At least I know this kid will have the scary dad with the face scar who will protect them to the last breath."

Dorian huffs. "Your mother is scarier then me."

"Yeah and?" Lynn teases.

Dorian rolls his eyes.

.....

The months go by fast, and well Lynn didn't survive the birth. Something went really wrong.

......

-7 years later-

A little boy with bright eyes is waiting patently on the stairs of his elementary school with a drawing grasped firmly in his hand. Next to the boy sits a new teacher who isn't familiar with this boy's situation.

"I'm so exitced I'm going to show this picture to dad and then we can go give it to mommy's grave." The little boy chattered on to his teacher who frowned at that.

"You're mom is gone?" The teacher asked.

"Yeah mr flowers, daddy says she died when having me, but he also says I get to meet her when I'm really really old like grandpa max he is like 75. Daddy let's me pick out the flowers to give to mom, and he let's me draw pictures in chalk on her stone. He says mommy would be so happy to see that." The little boy looked happy even with that tragedy.

The teacher looks mildly impressed this kid has accepted that his mother is gone, and even understands what death is to a degree. "Really that's great Lukas, so your father is running late."

"Yeah he always comes to pick me up late because he's working, but it's ok because he tells me cool stories about the things at work. I like the snake stories." Lukas smiles and gets up in excitement seeing his father run up on the sidewalk.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, I was working a double shift. " the man looked exhausted but happiness filled his eyes when he saw his son.

"Dad dad look at the picture I drew for mommy, and and i made you a gift too. " the little boy hands his father two drawings.

Dorian's face breaks out in a wide smile. "These are so good Lukas. Are you sure you're not an artist?"

Lukas giggles hugging his father's leg. "Nah I'm just Lukas."

"Uh thanks again for waiting here with him. His grandmother would normally take him if I'm late and ask but she is busy today." Dorian sighs.

"Oh it's no issue at all, and I'm Patton your son's new teacher."

"It is nice to meet you, and sorry again about this."

"Don't apologize Lukas here was just a delight to watch." Patton hums.

Lukas is pulling on Dorian's leg. "Dad come on I want to tell mom what I did today, and I want to tell you what I learned."

Dorian smiles softly picking up the boy. "Alright alright mr impatient. Thank you though."

Patton watches as the man leaves with his son.

.......

Dorian was watching his son play at the park sitting next to the boy's grandmother.

"Dorian I am going to continue to lecture you until you get it through your head that you need to rest." The woman, Maggie frowns.

"Look it's fine, I'm just trying to save up to get him something special." Dorian scowls looking at Maggie. "I do not need charity, I uh shit sorry. I mean I want to do this myself I feel bad for making you take care of Lukas when I'm working."

Maggie slaps the back of Dorian's head. "I consider you my son in law first off, and second Lukas is my grandson I will take him away from you more if you would let me. I love the boy, and he is such a nice change from everything else. You are doing amazing things and you don't just have to do this by yourself. And do you know how awful it is to have a silent house."

Dorian smiles softly. "Alright fine you win." He watches Lukas run towards him with something in his hand.

"Look look I found a cool rock." Lukas smiles triumphantly holding up his new rock.

Dorian gets up holding his son's hand. "Come on let's go find more to show to your grandma."

Maggie gets up taking Lukas's hand from Dorian. "How about we surprise your dad kiddo."

Lukas nods and pulls his grandma along.

Dorian shakes his head sitting back down on the bench.

"Dorian?"

Dorian turns around hearing his name get called seeing his older brother Virgil standing there with his son's new teacher.

He was so fucked, Virgil was going to tell there parents, and of course they will probably demand custody of his son because they think he is unfit. And because of his record they would win, and he didn't want to loose his son. He loves him, and works so hard to keep him happy and healthy.

He doesn't realize he's panicking until Patton is rubbing his back and helping him breathe.

"Dorian shit you ok?" Virgil was now sitting on the other side of Dorian.

"Please don't tell them, please I don't want to loose him." Dorian says through his hiccups.

"What? Dorian tell who?" Virgil was scowling his brother was probably involved in something bad again, it's been nearly a decade and he hasn't changed.

Dorian wipes his face with the tissue Patton gave him. "Thank you Patton. Virgil don't tell mom or dad about Lukas I do not want to loose him."

"Who the fuck is Lucas? Dorian I swear you haven't changed, what do you need to be bailed out again or...." Virgil is cut off by a little boy approaching the three.

"Hi mr flowers. Dad dad look what grandma helped me get." Lukas holds up a shiny green rock.

Dorian smiles pulling Lukas to his lap. "That's a pretty rock kiddo want to put it in your collection?"

Lukas nods. "Yeah I do. Who is that? He has purple hair."

Virgil freezes realizing that his brother wasn't involved in anything bad, but he was a father. Why didn't he want mom and dad to know.

Dorian coughs elbowing Virgil. "Who are you?"

Virgil snapped out of his daze. "Uh I'm Virgil I'm Dorian's older brother."

"Really, daddy says you don't like him because he was bad." Lukas looks up at Virgil with a gleam in his eye.

"Come on Lukas let's give your father some privacy." Maggie says picking up Lukas who pouts.

"But grandma"

"No buts. Come on Lukas your dad will met us at home. You have to put that rock away before someone takes it." Maggie jokes making like smile and they wave goodbye as they leave.

"Virgil I'm going to say this once you hurt my son I will bury you. And before you ask his mother is dead. No I didn't kill her something went really wrong when she was giving birth." Dorian sighs.

"Dorian is this what have you've been doing?" Virgil asks with caution.

"What else would I be doing? Virgil I'm trying my best to be the best father the boy can have." Dorian frowns looking at Patton. "You're dating his teacher Virgil."

"Guilty at that." Patton speaks up.

"So if you want to know anything ask him. I know for a fact you think the worst of me Virgil so please just don't hurt Lukas." With that Dorian gets up and leaves.

[banesapothecary]

I’m so furious (at you for making me feel this way) - an enemies to friends to lovers birthday fic for @lightwormsiblings 💖 

read on ao3

“The grump is in this class,” Magnus whispers to Maia as they take their seats. It’s the first day of classes, the new semester ripping them away from the sanctuary of winter break with the promise of boring first lectures and slowly going over the syllabus in every single class.

Maia snorts, zeroing in on Alec Lightwood, the grump himself, instantly. Magnus had shared an 18th Century English lit class with him the semester before, and the experience had been enlightening, to say the least. The grump hadn’t liked a single text they’d read last semester. Granted, the Enlightenment wasn’t Magnus’s favorite period of literary history, either, but they were English majors and how does someone not like a single text out of about twenty? And not to mention, every time he spoke in class was downright pessimistic and cynical and very much the definition of brooding. Magnus really doesn’t know how Alec didn’t like Pride and Prejudice. The grump was basically Darcy.

“Great,” Maia laughs, pulling a notebook and pen out of her bag. “Now I can finally experience him first-hand instead of hearing you complain later.”

“Oh, you’ll definitely still be hearing me complain later. You can commiserate with me now, though,” Magnus says helpfully, earning a groan.

The rest of the class fills pretty quickly, but Magnus hasn’t looked away from the grump. He probably should, he thinks. The grump doesn’t deserve his time, nor his hatred. It probably wouldn’t affect him in any way, Magnus thinks with a frown. That simply won’t do. Magnus wants to be a thorn in the grump’s side for no reason other than he simply just doesn’t understand how someone can dislike absolutely everything.

Finally his attention is diverted when the professor enters the room with the syllabus papers tucked under his arm.

***

The semester is both remarkably and unsurprisingly just like the previous. Mr. Grump never seems pleased by anything they read in class, which Magnus simply cannot fathom for this course. Modernism is an odd period, but it’s eccentric and mocking and full of contradictions. It has dadaism for god’s sake. How could anyone not be happy to learn about the art movement that eventually evolved into memes?

Magnus needs to this man to crack. He needs to find out what makes him tick, what makes him so much as smile.

“It can’t possibly be healthy to frown that often and consistently,” Magnus tells Maia a few weeks into the course. Maia simply rolls her eyes, turning back to Professor Garroway’s powerpoint on The Importance of Being Earnest.

“Alright, everyone. I’ve assigned discussion groups for today and a series of questions for you all, and then we’ll come back together and hear as many thoughts as we can before class is dismissed,” the professor says, earning a mixture of sighs and groans from the class.

Professor Garroway runs through the names, sending Maia off without him, Magnus notes glumly. His own name isn’t called until the final group. He sits up sharply, eyes squinting a bit in dismay as he realizes the grump hasn’t been called either.

“Alec, Magnus, Raj, and Grace, you’ll be the last group.”

With a resigned sigh, Magnus stands and joins the rest of his group, refusing to so much as even look at Mr. Grumpy Pants. Instead, he focuses his gaze on the sheet of discussion questions.

“‘Discuss Wilde’s interest in the duality of the self,’” he says, reading off the first question to the group. “Well,” Magnus starts, “he was a gay man in a time that homosexuality was a punishable crime. He certainly spent much of his life hiding that aspect of himself from others.”

“He was caught, eventually, though.” Magnus’s eyes snap up to meet Alec’s. “He went to prison and died shortly after his release,” the grump continues. Of course, he went pessimistic. It’s a fact, though, and Magnus really, really shouldn’t be this annoyed. His blood boils.

Raj slides the paper away from Magnus to peek at the questions. “‘How is Wilde’s interest reflected in texts like The Importance of Being Earnest and The Picture of Dorian Gray?,’” he reads.

“In Dorian Gray, his misdeeds are literally reflected in the portrait,” Grace says. “He doesn’t age, but the portrait gets uglier and uglier.”

“Same,” Alec mutters under his breath, earning a snicker from Grace. Magnus just stares, unable to form words. The grump just joked. It was self-depreciating, sure, but he joked. Magnus wonders if he’ll see pigs flying around if he were to look out the window.

“In Importance of Being Earnest there’s lots of great polite but exceedingly petty scenes,” Raj says. “Like the tea scene with Cecily and Gwendolen.”

“The sugar!” Grace exclaims. “That was iconic. Do you think Wilde was petty like that?”

“I sure hope so,” Magnus laughs. “Can you imagine? The man wore a purple velvet coat. Wilde must’ve been wild at parties, if you know what I mean.” Alec stares at him, as if he can’t quite believe Magnus made such a ridiculous joke. Maybe that’s how he can get under his skin, Magnus thinks for half a second. Maybe the grump despises puns. Magnus certainly wouldn’t be surprised.

But then the grump surprises him. Alec laughs. He tries to hide it in his arm, but he can’t stop the shaking of his shoulders or the gleam in his eye. Alexander Lightwood, the grump to end all grumps, laughed. At a pun. And not even a good one, Magnus thinks.

Before he can say anything else, Professor Garroway calls everyone back to attention. The rest of the class passes quickly as each group shares. “Don’t forget about the exam on Monday,” the professor calls as they all head for the door.

Magnus snags Alec’s arm before he can think better of it. Alec turns to him with a raised eyebrow. “I was wondering if you’d want to get coffee and study together sometime this weekend? Maia and I were planning to camp out in Java Jones, if you’d like to join us.”

Alec hesitates for a moment, opening his mouth in silence. Finally he nods. “Yeah, that’d be great actually.” He gestures to Magnus’s phone. “I can give you my number, so we can figure out a time.”

***

Alec’s smile is beautiful. Magnus notices every time he sees him now. He can’t believe he never noticed before. There’s so much more to Alexander Lightwood than just a grump, and Magnus is grateful to have learned it.

He just hopes Alec feels the same way.

They’ve hung out several times since that first study session, getting coffee or lunch occasionally. Just as friends, but Magnus is beginning to think he wants more. He doesn’t want small, polite, friendly smiles from Alexander Lightwood. He wants so much more. He wants a smile that’s just for him, one that speaks of trust and affection and maybe even love.

Hatred walks a fine line from love, Magnus has realized over the last few weeks. Maybe if he’d paid better attention in his literature classes instead of shooting glares and imaginary daggers at his grumpy new friend--crush, he thinks immediately--he would’ve seen that a long time ago.

Now he’s standing outside of Alec’s apartment, hand raised to knock but not quite ready to connect with the door. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as he slowly exhales and tries to ground himself. His heart feels as though it’s about to lift off. “You can do this, Bane,” he mutters to himself.

It’s not like he hasn’t faced rejection before. It’ll hurt, and he knows that, but he’ll be okay, won’t he? He survived his last breakup, survived the gifts of pain and feelings of inadequacy that she’d given him when she left and twisted in the knife. He could certainly handle Alec Lightwood rejecting him. Hatred and love, he thinks again, almost making himself laugh at the thought of referring to him solely as some variation of “Grumpy” again.

He knocks before he loses his nerve and the door swings open a moment later. Alec’s eyes widen at the sight of him.

“Magnus, hey,” Alec says. “What’s up? We weren’t supposed to meet for coffee, or something, were we?” There’s a slight tinge of worry in his voice and Magnus’s heart feels soft.

“No, but I, uh...I wanted to ask you if you wanted to get dinner tonight?” Magnus asks, hating how nervous his own voice sounds.

“Yeah, sure,” Alec answers immediately, like it’s no big deal. “Why couldn’t you just text me?” he asks and Magnus realizes. Oh. He doesn’t know I mean—

“No, I meant, uh...I meant like a date, Alexander,” he says, already preparing himself for the worst.

He doesn’t need to worry, though.

Alec’s smile consumes his face, eyes lighting up in a way that’s almost disbelieving. He reaches out and takes Magnus’s hand in his own. “Oh, well the answer is absolutely, then.” My very own Darcy, Magnus thinks.

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Classic literature vines compilation: crossovers pt. 01

A/N: I’ll have to split this one too.

Victor Frankenstein: Hey, wanna hear a chemistry joke?

Henry Jekyll: …

Victor Frankenstein: Sooo no?

Henry Jekyll: Oh sorry, did you want a REACTION? >;D

Victor Frankenstein: *cries in a corner*

Edward Hyde: Come on, shake what yo' mama gave ya! :D

Frankenstein's Creature: My mother was the most selfish woman I ever met, SHE NEVER GAVE ME ANYTHING-

Edward Hyde: Alright! Jesus …

Dr. Moreau, conducting the orchestra, singing: Anarchy that I run, it's Doctor Horrible's turn-

Dr. Jekyll, playing the piano, singing:  -You people all have to learn-

Frankenstein at the mic, singing: -This world is going to-

All three: BURN! BURN! BURN!

Frankenstein, speaking: Yeah, it's two R's, h-o-r-r, right-

All three: BURN!

Edward Hyde, to Frankenstein's Creature: You gotta start taking the thug life more seriously!

Ice cream wagon: *appears off-screen*

Edward Hyde & Frankenstein's Creature: ICE CREAM!!! *run out of the picture excitedly* 

Frankenstein's Creature: Dad's been on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home for a few days.

Edward Hyde: …

Frankenstein's Creature: …

Both: *put on shades*

Hyde: *slamming the door shut and open*

Frankenstein's Creature: *playing the trumpet*

Dr. Moreau: Hello?

Victor Frankenstein: Hey, what's up?

Dr. Moreau:I need your help. You come here?

Victor Frankenstein: Uh, I can't, I'm buying clothes.

Dr. Moreau: Either way, hurry up and come here.

Victor Frankenstein: I can't find them.

Dr. Moreau: What do you mean, you can't find them?

Victor Frankenstein: I can't find them, there is only soup!

Dr. Moreau: What do you mean, there is only soup?

Victor Frankenstein: It means, there is only soup!

Dr. Moreau: WELL THEN GET OUT OF THE SOUP AISLE!

Victor Frankenstein: Alright, you don't have to shout at me! *goes to the next aisle* There's more soup.

Dr. Moreau: What do you mean, there's more soup?!

Victor Frankenstein: There's just more soup.

Dr. Moreau: Go to the next aisle!

Victor Frankenstein: There's still soup!

Dr. Moreau: Where are you right now?!

Victor Frankenstein: I'm at Soup!

Dr. Moreau: WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU'RE AT SOUP?!

Victor Frankenstein: I MEAN, I'M AT SOUP!

Dr. Moreau: WHAT STORE ARE YOU IN?!

Victor Frankenstein: I'M AT THE SOUP STORE!

Dr. Moreau: WHY ARE YOU BUYING CLOTHES AT THE SOUP STORE?!

Victor Frankenstein: FUCK YOU!!!

Dr. Jekyll: Hello?

Griffin: Hey, what's up?

Dr. Jekyll: I need your help. You come here?

Griffin: Uh, I can't, I'm buying clothes.

Dr. Jekyll: Either way, hurry up and come here.

Griffin: I can't find them.

Dr. Jekyll: What do you mean, you can't find them?

Griffin: I can't find them, there's only soup.

Dr. Jekyll: What do you mean, there's only soup?

Griffin: It means, there's only soup!

Dr. Jekyll: WELL, THEN GET OUT OF THE SOUP AISLE!

Griffin: Alright, you don't have to shout at me! *goes to the next aisle* There's more soup!

Dr. Jekyll: What do you mean, there's more soup?

Griffin: There's just more soup!

Dr. Jekyll: Go into the next aisle!

Griffin: There's still soup!

Dr. Jekyll: WHERE ARE YOU RIGHT NOW?!

Griffin: I'M AT SOUP!

Dr. Jekyll: WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU'RE AT SOUP!?

Griffin: I MEAN, I'M AT SOUP!

Dr. Jekyll (about to transform): WHAT STORE ARE YOU IN?!

Griffin: I'M AT THE SOUP STORE!

Mr. Hyde (just transformed): WHY ARE YOU BUYING CLOTHES AT THE SOUP STORE?!

Griffin: FUCK YOU!!!

Dr. Jekyll, sombrely: Sir, you appear to have a very severe case of-

Dr. Jekyll: -Baby Voice.

Frankenstein: *cries like a baby*

Dr. Moreau: Hello, welcome to Standing Up School!

Victor Frankenstein: *flop*

Dr. Moreau: Aaand, you failed.

Dorian Gray, to Frankenstein's Creature: Yo' mama's so fat-

Frankenstein's Creature: I have two dads. -_-

Dorian Gray: …

Frankenstein's Creature: Doesn't really work.

Victor Frankenstein: Ah, but what about the laws of compassion? Sir, please cover the laws of compassion for us!

Dr. Jekyll: What do you want now?!

Victor Frankenstein: It's time to cover the laws of compassion!

Dr. Jekyll: We already covered that!

Victor Frankenstein: Teach me, Senpai-

Victor Frankenstein: -you bitch!

Griffin: Good afternoon, Sir. Could we interest you in some chocolate?

Dr. Jekyll: Chocolate? Did you say chocolate?!

Dr. Moreau: Yes, Sir. With or without nuts.

Dr. Jekyll, transforming: Chocolate … chocolate …

Mr. Hyde, just transformed: CHOCOLAAAATE! CHOCOLAAAAAAAAATE! CHOCOLAAAAAAAATE! CHOCOLAAAAAAAATE!!!

Griffin and Dr. Moreau: *run for their lives*

Mr. Hyde: CHOCOLAAAAAAAAATE!!! *pursues them*

Frankenstein's Creature: Victor? Where are you?

Frankenstein's Creature: Your creature wants to go home and get s-go to sleep!

Frankenstein's Creature, frantically looking around: Has anyone seen my creator?! Oh god, Victor! That filial adrenaline is kicking in! FATHER!!!

Frankenstein's Creature to Dr. Jekyll: Excuse me, Doctor, have you seen my creator, Victor Frankenstein?! This tall, clearly gay, but we haven't had the talk yet!

Dr. Jekyll: Uhhh … O_e

Van Helsing: Well then, show us something!

Dr. Jekyll: Noooo, it's embarrassing!

Victor Frankenstein: Do something! *attacks*

Dr. Jekyll: *knocks him out with a roundhouse kick*

Van Helsing: … Shit! O_O

Edward Hyde: So you play the piano?

Dorian Gray: Yeah?

Edward Hyde: Soo, you're a pe(a)nis(t)?

Dorian Gray: O_e

Edward Hyde: *cackles*

Van Helsing, as a Yoga coach: Release all the sounds that are trapped in your mind.

Dr. Jekyll: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH-

Victor Frankenstein: …

Griffin: …

Dorian Gray: …

Erik: … 

Van Helsing: … Doctor? Are you okay?

Dr. Jekyll: I'm a little better now.

Van Helsing: When exactly did you lose your mind?

Griffin: Hmm … three months ago. I woke up one morning, married to a pine-apple! An ugly pine-apple.

Griffin: *sighs dreamily* But I loved her! <3

Frankenstein's Creature: This is fun.

Edward Hyde: You know, we could have more fun upstairs in my bed.

Frankenstein's Creature: *playing video games with Hyde* You're so right!

Edward Hyde: Yup!

Edward Hyde: Teacher, can I use the bathroom?

Victor Frankenstein: I don't know, can you?

Edward Hyde: I don't know, can you get a full-time job and an actual exam, diploma and doctorate? You college drop-out.

Edward Hyde: Seriously. Everyone in this room is more educated than you. Even I.

Frankenstein's Monster, Griffin & Dorian Gray: OHHHHHHHHHH!!! *laugh*

Victor Frankenstein: …

Edward Hyde: *has shades on*

Erik: I like killing people, how about you?

Dracula: Drinking blood. *turns to Dorian Gray* You?

Dorian Gray: Fashion.

The other two: O_e

Dorian Gray: You're looking fabulous, btw.

Count Dracula: Are you a real villain?

Dorian Gray: Uh-

Edward Hyde: Well, uh, technically, uh-

Count Dracula: Have you ever caught a good guy, like, a real superhero?

Edward Hyde: Nah.

Dorian Gray: *shakes head*

Count Dracula: Have you ever tried a disguise?

Everyone, except Hyde: *shakes head*

Edward Hyde: Bitch, I AM the disguise!

Count Dracula: *ignores Hyde* Alright! I can see, that I will have to teach you, how to be villains!

Count Dracula: *starts playing an obnoxious tune on the saxophone*

Everyone else: HEY!!! O_e

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Newsies Ship Headcanons

I’ve decided to try and do at least one headcanon for all of my ships in Newsies- I know I’m doing a lot of Newsies stuff but my mind’s on a roll with this fandom! Yet again check out @crystallizedtwilight as some of these are inspired by her’s and also her account has helped me a lot.

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JackCrutchie-

•Jack is surprisingly excellent at ballroom dancing, he especially loves teaching the other Newsies how to dance

•Crutchie often dances with Jack despite his bad leg, he stands on top his (Jack’s) feet as he leads

• They can’t do many of the quicker styles like the Quickstep but they become excellent at the waltz and are starting to get good at the viennese waltz

• They tried to do some quicker styles but this ended with Jack carrying a hovering Crutchie around the room

Sprace-

• After the Strike, Race still sneaks out to see Spot despite everyone knowing about their relationship

• He sneaks out after everyone has gone to sleep and “blending into the wall” whilst singing his theme song like Kronk in The Emperor’s New Groove

• What he doesn’t know is that Jack ALWAYS hears him come back in early in the morning

• This all leads up to one morning when Race comes in and Jack turns on the lamp next to him, revealing him to be sitting in an armchair with his arms crossed- it ends up going like this

Jack (like the angry mother hen he is): Where’ve ya been Racetrack?

Race: Nowhere...

Jack (more impatient): You’ve been gone a long time for bein’ nowhere...

Race: Alright, alright, I was in the Brooklyn Penthouse with Spot

Jack (shuffling in his seat): I’d expect you to lie to me Racetrack Higgins but how could you lie to THEM?!

*Newsies suddenly appear from the darkness lighting their faces with candles*

Race: Wha? Where did they come from?

Race: *collapses from his spot on the wall*

•This teaches Race to not sneak out in later life

Redfinch-

• Cause of Albert’s red hair and the fact that it’s the 19th Century, I like to think that maybe Albert’s parents are Irish Immigrants (cause you know the Irish Potato Famine)

• So his parents brought over some customs such as Catholicism (but he isn’t devoted because it’s not cool), traditional dancing (his family only did this when drunk on special occasions), being told myths and legends etc

• But most importantly his parents bring over Gaelic Football and Normal Football (Soccer) which he is taught by his older brothers, this is especially popular amongst Newsies as a means to relax

• Finch is spectacular at scoring goals (by means of kicking or throwing a ball over the net scoring 3 points or over the crossbar to score 1 point) because of his name- he got his nickname for a reason peoples

• Crutchie acts as referee and they actually buy him a whistle (which he soon abuses his power over having one)

• One day they’re playing (it says there are 15 to a team) with Albert and Finch on a team and Finch scores the winning goal with about a minute left

• Elmer counts up the score inside and Albert gets so happy that he throws his cap in the air and aggressively kisses Finch while lifting him in the air

• This gets a fair few whistles from the crowd watching them and they promptly disappear into the dorm rooms for an hour

Belmerttons-

• Maybe Elmer’s selling spot is Grand Central Station cause it’s a busy spot for people who want something to read on the train or if some people wanna catch up on the news when they arrive

• But because Elmer has a large family, he doesn’t really stay there often- he usually stays at the lodging house or at Buttons’ place in his cupboard room

• However, since Elmer is the youngest of a large family he may feel like he shouldn’t bother the other Newsies with his problems

• This leads to him finding a coping method which, for him, is being a stowaway on Trains in the Station

• For an entire week he isn’t seen at Buttons’ place or at the lodging house, giving the excuse that he’s staying with his family

• But gradually he stops selling his unsold papes and just stops faking where he’s going and stays at Grand Central Station

• This leads Buttons to investigate one morning by going to Elmer’s selling spot only to find him being dragged out by his ear by a guard

• Buttons catches him saying, “And if I catch you on one of these trains again, you better have a ticket or I’ll get you arrested!” And he throws him down the stairs

• Elmer stands up and dusts himself off before noticing him and walking with Buttons

• They stay in silence for a while before Buttons asks what happened, Elmer explains that whenever he’s feeling down he picks a trains and rides it all night, usually without a ticket (he hides in the luggage and goes from carriage to carriage)

• He looks exhausted and hungry from not having a decent kip (sleep) or meal for almost a week

• After selling for the day (7-4/5), Buttons drags Elmer to his place (because he swapped selling spots with another Newsie) where he gives him a hot meal, a wonderful night’s sleep and a non-Newsie family who cares

• It really brings them together as a couple knowing that they get truly worried for each other

Blush-

• I headcanon that they have most Sundays off due to a lot of people being religious (heavily Christian in America at least at that time) and here in Britain literally nothing was open on a Sunday even if you were an Atheist

• So on Sundays Mush and Kid Blink go for a picnic, sometimes at Central Park, other times at the Docks

• They always manage to go even if they’ve had the worst, busiest week, they’ve never missed a Sunday since they got together

• Even though it’s illegal to be gay, both of them see it as a date and try to make it a decent break from the intense week they have

• If they’re available, they make sure to get some strawberries and try to catch them in each other’s mouths

BillDarcy-

• Despite they’re positive, pastel suits, they’re both massive fans of Gothic Fiction books

• Usually they’re are well illustrated and they’re also printed well, and of course the stories are dark and dramatic too

• From Frankenstein to The Picture of Dorian Gray, they’ve read them all and their bookcase is kept with total precision

• It all started when Bill found a copy of Frankenstein on his Dad’s desk, he read it within a week to his parents’ dismay

• That copy now sits front and centre on their spotless bookcase

And Davey for good measure-

• One day when Les and him are selling a stray dog shows up, Davey tries to make it go away but after a while (and plenty of Les’ puppy eyes) he decides to take it to the penthouse after he’s finished selling

• For his Tikkun Olam (repair the world cause he’s Jewish) he feeds up the dog since it was skin and bones, gives it a good wash in the Tub and, with the Newsies help, he gives it a name- Cowboy

• They decided this after it managed to grab the handkerchief that Jack keeps hidden on his at all times

• He becomes a kind of therapy dog for the Newsies and seems to know when one of them is feeling off because he hangs around them all day

• Whoever he hangs around somehow sells more papes that day I wonder why

I think that’s all for now, hope you had fun for now!

[writingreactsandwords]

Could I pretty please request descriptions of how the Inquisition romances would be as parents?

How could I deny a please as pretty as that? I’ve invented kiddos for this so it’s less an overview of the companions as parents and more snapshots of their life. For the straight characters, the child happens how children generally happen for straight couples. For gay characters, I’ve gone for adoption. For bisexual characters, I’ve gone for a mixture. If it’s their biological child but you’re picturing a same-sex couple, picturing a surrogacy/sperm donation should fit perfectly fine! I also left out Sera because for all I tried, I could not picture her as a mother/speaking to a child she didn’t constantly refer to as some variant of ‘snot goblin’.

Cullen:

Twins.

Twins.

“TWINS!”Cullen shouts, the rug sliding beneath his feet as he sprints after hisdaughters. They’re a flash of blonde hair and freckled skin, his children, andhe likes to joke that he couldn’t describe them for all the running they do.

He coulddescribe them right now.

It wouldhave few nice words in it.

He hearstheir mischievous, chirping giggles somewhere, turns, and- yes, there. He grins despite himself and his ill-disciplinedtroublemakers.

“They’reheading for the back door!” He yells and hears his wife’s faint reply and thesound of her footsteps. Still light on her feet even 6 months pregnant. But then, he supposes to himself as he sprints after the slower of hisdaughters, she needs to be with this rabble.

Tiny legs aretheir downfall, only 5, and he snatches one up by the waist and jostles herunder his arm. She shrieks, ‘DADDY!’,squirming and laughing and screeching for her sister to keep running. The blondeblur turns the corner and he skids after her, tossing the one he has over hisshoulder as he-

Nearlyslams right into his wife, who held the squirming blur tightly by theshoulders.

“Where is it?” She snaps, her angered expressionmaking him flatten his grin into a look of equal disapproval.

“We werejust-”

“You andpapa are so-”

“Give it.Now.”

Sheproduces the bemused, wagging Mabari pup with a pout.

“The sixthtime this week, girls. Honestly.”

Solas:

His son has his eyes. His son has chubby cheeks. His son has the Inquisitor’s nose. His son is red and bawling and slick and his tiny, pointed ears wiggle as he shoves his fists out, his curling little toes alive, alive, alive.

He has a son.

The birth was not beautiful. His vhenan screamed with pain, panted shallow breaths and pushed. There was blood and hurting and terror, so much nonsensical terror as he held her clenching hand. I won’t let anything happen to you, vhenan, breathe, deep breaths, he had whispered gentle encouragements in her ear and they were honest but it would also be honest to say he was scared.

Scared for her, for their child, and for himself. For the change this would bring. At times the pregnancy felt like a sunrise and like hope. Others, it felt like a storm coming over the horizon.

Now it felt like neither.

The trees that shot from the earth around them felt like sentinels in the somehow quiet, panting rest. The Keeper -she had insisted, tradition- lifted their son away from sight for a moment. Solas lifted the Inquisitor’s hand, pressing the back of it to his forehead, to his lips.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice shaking, and she looked at him with eyes he felt must have been like his. Tired, scared, oddly surprised. Glazed with love.

Their son -their son- is handed back to them clean and wrapped in soft green cloth and she takes him with wobbly, strong arms against her chest. He watches her press a gentle, awe-filled kiss against his forehead and he does the same for her.

Their son looks like them. He has never felt so much love.

Cassandra:

8 years after the birth of their first son (and only son, they had said after the birth, filled with love and an overwhelming sense that this would be a one time thing), Cassandra and the Inquisitor pretty much had silent communication down.

When he was a baby, it was the silent thank-you when he brought the wailing infant to her in bed to feed. As a toddler, the quick darting eye contact to signal ‘he’s headed for the back door!’. And when he grew into a child -a wonderfully smart, beautiful, kind child (she specified this in her head, to not feel so guilty when she added on ‘little bastard’)- it was the shared contedeness in moments like this.

The sole source of light came from the fire, basking only their little sofa and Cassandra’s armchair in heat. It was harder to read her book like this, without a steady candle beside her, but there she wouldn’t break the peace for anything.

“Mama,” their son mumbled, his face pressed against the Inquisitor’s shoulder. “Mama?”

She would never tire of hearing that. She smiled and shifted, leaning over the gap to brush her hand through the young boy’s hair, smoothing out the lines in his forehead.

“Right here, little one. Go back to sleep,” she whispered. He was always worried about her, where she was, whether she loved him. Even his incessant pranks were softer on her. The Inquisitor said he worried about her almost as much as his father did.

She waited and watched his sleepy eyes close again, content, before she went to pull pack. The Inquisitor caught her hand gently, and she raised an eyebrow to him as he pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. He stared at her openly, and it took her only a moment to understand.

Another?

It took her only another to answer.

Yes.

Iron Bull:

“Alright,” Iron Bull sighed, placing the elfroot-infused water on the table. “Do I want to know?”

His daughter raised her chin, exposing a thick bleeding scrape that dragged down her neck, and raised her eyebrows at him.

“You mean, do they?” She asked, her tone entirely unapologetic for anything about the situation. But he admitted it was accurate. She could handle herself (they’d both made sure of it), and her fights were usually well justified. It was the Inquisitor who hated them. But still, her sassiness had grown excessively over the last year.

Pfft. Teens.

He crouched in front of her, dipping the rag in the water, and started cleaning off the cut on her forehead. 

“Do I need to kill anyone?” He asked instead, making her snort. She flinched when the rough fabric pressed harder. He remembered when she was 5 and scratched her knee. The first time he’d had to do this. Her little face scrunching up, tears welling in her eyes and even though he explained gently that it might sting, that the medicinal herbs wouldn’t feel good, the guilt felt like a rock in his stomach.

“Nah, not this time,” she said. Her smile faded gently as the silence grew on, the only sound being the repetitive drag of the rag against her skin, the drip of water as he resoaked and wrung it out again. She rubbed her arms.

“They were saying shit-” she froze for a second, like the Inquisitor were about to burst in with a firm ‘language!’ “-saying shit about you. About Qunari.”

“They?”

“Three of them.”

“Haven’t we taught you enough about not taking on stuff you-”

“That doesn’t matter!” She snapped, and her eyes were glossy with tears and she looked like his 5 year old little dragon again. “It doesn’t matter how many there were! They were saying- they were saying such horrible shit- I couldn’t-” Her words were stumbling over themselves, frustrated. “Don’t you care?”

Iron Bull tossed the rag on the table and rubbed a stray tear from her cheek gently.

“Do I look like I give a fuck what a bunch of snot nosed kids think about me?”

Her lips twitched and she sniffed.

“You give a fuck what I think.” 

His eyes softened and he grinned, tugging her head forward so he could kiss her forehead.

“Only you, though.”

Josephine:

Her desk was used to being littered with papers. Notes, plans, letters and, irritatingly, the occasional marriage proposal for the Inquisitor. All written in steady black ink, the only colour being the occasional burst of red from a wax stamps.

Now it was a rainbow of paints and pigments. For every serious document that rested there, there was one covered in the thick squiggly art of a 6 year old. Coloured charcoal sketches of a smiling woman with tied up black hair dressed in gold and blue, holding hands with a much smaller little elven girl, who in turn held hands with a careful depiction of the Inquisitor.

Other times it would be a charmingly dressed, princely Cullen or a flock of crows who rested on a grinning Leliana’s outstretched arms.

She could never bring herself to feel even a little annoyed at it, even when her important papers were home to the artistic ventures. It filled her with gratefulness- it made her remember their daughter’s first drawings. Back when she refused to even speak. Of a monstrous, crackling rift and a broken, burning house. Monsters she should never have been exposed to. Of people in armour with sharp, gnashing teeth. Of a crying little girl surrounded with slumped stick men.

It made her remember the night when she had first called Josephine ‘mama’, when she had tucked her face into the crook of the Inquisitor’s neck. When she had whispered with all the assuredness of a small child who was tired of being scared and alone that she knew her before mama and papa had sent her them.

And when Josephine had began to cry, she’d asked shyly if they didn’t want to her to be their daughter. The Inquisitor had laughed, and dragged her into a hug and told her they wanted nothing more. They’d fallen asleep like that, wrapped around their new precious gift.

She sighed, smiled, and sighed again as she lifted up the latest gift. ‘i looove you mamma’, scrawled across her entire, extremely important, clipboard. At least it was cursive.

Dorian:

The Inquisitor made him want silly things. Sex, love, happiness, to make things better, to do better things. He supposed, though he cursed his brain for this brief lack of individuality, the natural progression was a child.

Some grubby, overly energetic little tyke to teach and train and send off into the world as his legacy. Their contribution to the next generation, trying to promise the world another good person. Awfully trite. Awfully appealing.

The Inquisitor was bound to notice- he always did. The way Dorian softened at the sight of him with children, his odd sentimentality at the subject. Not that he tried desperately to hide it. He was not the same man that was ashamed of his wants.

Of course, he never allowed himself to truly think of it. It was impractical. These were not times to start a family, not the place- not the people either, perhaps. He was hardly raised by stable parents, hardly had the types that one looks to for tips. 

These were all things that Dorian had thought- and now they had a son. Nearly four years old now, abandoned at two by a young woman terrified by a flash of sparking lights he had created while playing. Handed over to the Inquisition in a moment of desperation, knowing of its mage sympathising leader.

Not, of course, knowing that her son would be adopted by him. By them.

“You’re thinking too much again,” the Inquisitor said gently, shifting the sleeping toddler that was napping between them to lift a hand up to fix Dorian’s hair.

“Only of good things, I promise you,” he said, pressing an absent minded kiss to his wrist.

For once, it was true.

Blackwall:

Blackwall liked simple things. He liked waking up in a bed. He liked the feeling of a horse’s hot, huffing breath on his hand as it searched for treats. He liked good bread, and good cheese.

Yet a lot of the things Blackwall loved were complicated.

He loved waking up to the light filtering across sheets that were the opposite of empty. Sheets that held the curled, sleeping form of the Inquisitor. Or even better; her eyes would open, still heavy with sleep. And she’d look at him, smiling, press in closer and tell him to sleep while they had time. He never would. He’d lay there and watch her breathe in, out, in, out and thank the Maker with each inhale.

He loved holding their daughter’s hand as she balanced atop her pony, grinning at him toothily while he led Hero (unprompted, the Inquisitor had insisted, though he had his doubts) around the pen by the reigns. You’re a natural, he’d say, watching her glow under the praise. He treasured every second, never let himself take a fraction of it for granted, because the possibility of her was so small, so thin…

He loved sitting outside with his wife and child, trousers rolled up so he could enjoy the sun warmed grass on his legs as they ate the small picnic of rosemary bread, butter and cheese. He loved the sound of their laughter. He loved their conditional love, that he had earned it, that they believed he earned it even if he didn’t believe himself.

There was little time for self flagellation anymore. Even less when she greets him one morning not in their bed, but beside it, hand pressed to her belly and cheeks bright.

He is so lucky. 

Sera:

“A baby? A motherfucking roly-poly, chubby cheeked shit machine? Are you kidding me?”

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Did you know that the fanart your using for your icon is actually of a male Ryder? thought you should know after spreading hate for bi jaal in the tag

To whom this may concern,

I’m not spreading hate darling. I’m simply stating that changing the sexuality of a character for the simple reason of pandering to the masses is wrong. Theres no integrity in that. No understanding. And it pisses me off that they think they can just stick the word gay or bi on it and assume they are being inclusive when the fact they had to ‘amend’ this in the first place shows just how much they are thinking about our community. Yes. OUR community.

I’m not in any way shape or form saying bisexuality is wrong. I am bisexual. I’m a woman who has been in a loving relationship with my female partner for the past three years. Never would I ever spread hate like that, and honestly I’m shocked you would assume such a thing about someone you don’t even know, my dear.

What gets me angry about changing Jaal’s sexuality was that he was written as a straight character.

For example, Dorian was created as a gay character. If, for some reason, everyone started saying that he should have been straight, or bi, anything different from what he was written as, and BioWare pandered to the masses and made him bi or straight, I know for sure you and I would be the first to object to it.

But because they made Jaal, who was straight, into a bisexual character, that is alright, no objections anywhere. Anyone who complains or voices their opinion against it is suddenly a homophobe.

Seems a bit double standard-ish to me.

One of my best friends, the person who got me interested in BioWare in the first place (ME and KOTOR where my introductions to the company in fact), is a gay man. He played through and romanced Jaal instead of Reyes when the update (1.08 or 1.09 I think) came out to see the difference and himself said that the romance still felt odd. Felt unusually forced. Had some nice moments he said but he couldn’t shake this feeling like all the did was replace the female pronouns and the name with male ones and changed up some of the animations. It felt like the just slapped it into the game to keep everyone happy, which is a very terrible thing for bisexual and homosexual players.

To be thought of last like that. I agree there should have been more male gay options. But slapping different pronouns on one romance felt very impersonal and honestly a little insulting.

If Jaal was meant to be a bisexual character they would have released him as a bi character. If you enjoy the new Jaal, power to you mates. But I myself will always find it to be, if anything a step back for BioWare.

And as for the picture, so the hell what? I’m not against fan art. I’m not against head cannons. I’m not going to change the picture since it’s a cute piece of art and my female Ryder is based off of that pic anyway. So why should I care if it’s meant to be a male or a female? It’s art. I can interpret it however I feel.

Bottom line is this, I have an opinion. You can disagree and hate me and block me all you want. But that’s not going to change the fact my opinion is not the same as yours. I don’t mind that you like Jaal as a bisexual character. Or that anyone does. All I’m saying is that I don’t like this annoying double standard people have about it being ok to change straight characters while to do the same with bi, lesbian or gay characters it would be considered wrong and insulting.

And honey, if you really cared and wanted to talk to be about your opinion you wouldn’t post that as an anonymous guest. Perhaps you were well intentioned but it does come off as very stand off-ish. And acting like that just isn’t the way to get your opinion across. And most importantly, that is no way to represent our community.

With love,

-MsLady.