#punch bowl queer

[p-rtyboy]

Flag id: Two flags with the same format of 5 horizontal, even stripes, with a cocktail glass shape on the left. The Pink Lady Cocktail flag is colored, from top to bottom; dark raspberry, salmon pink, pale rose, and white. The cocktail glass has dark raspberry line art, with a thinner salmon pink and dark raspberry outline. The drink is colored salmon pink with a thin white line on the top.

The Black Window Cocktail flag is colored, from top to bottom; Black, carmine red, jasper red, light coral, and black. The cocktail glass has black line art with a thinner jasper red and black outlines. The drink is split between jasper red on top and very dark purple on the bottom. /end ids

Pink Lady [Cocktail]

Pt: Pink Lady [Cocktail] /end pt

Any queer person who presents their gender through the colors pink and white

Black Widow [Cocktail]

Pt: Black Widow [Cocktail] /end pt

Any queer person who presents their gender through the colors red and black

Coined on October 23rd, 2024

Colors based on the drinks, part of the Beverage Presentation System [link] by @satyrradio and Punch Bowl [link] by @blood-moon-night-coining

Tagging @radiomogai @obscurian and @presentationflag-archive

[en8y]

[IMAGE ID: two rectangular flags with five evenly-sized horizontal stripes. about half of the flags are taken up by simplified drinking glass symbols, with vertical gradients inside them. the first flag’s stripes, from top to bottom, are as follows: black, pink-red, warm pink, pastel pink, and black. the second flag’s stripes, from top to bottom, are as follows: pink-orange, warm pink, bright yellow, pastel yellow, and pink-orange. END ID.]

berry mojito: any queer person who presents their gender through the colors black and pink.

pink lemonade: any queer person who presents their gender through the colors pink and yellow.

part of the beverage presentation system by @satyrradio, and can be considered subsets of punch bowl, by @blood-moon-night-coining!

@radiomogai @liom-archive @obscurian @presentationflag-archive @gender-mailman

[naptimeneos]

⸝⸝ REGAL TWILIGHT - image id in alt id & under cut

a flag for queer people who expresses their gender through the colours yellow / gold and purple. part of the beverage presentation system / punch bowl beverage system.

coined by plush, flag by div !

(alt id ; a flag with five stripes. the outer two stripes are a dark yellow with two lighter yellow lines separating them from the middle stripes. the middle stripes follow a dark purple to lilac gradient. to the left, there is a symbol of a cocktail glass. it follows a purple to gold gradient, has a dark purple outline, and has yellow sparkles near the bottom.)

(alternative version of the flag that has the symbol more centered)

[kiruliom]

rainbow slushie

a queer term for those who present themselves through the colors of the rainbow, exclusively or not. can alternatively be called rainbow paradise cocktail

(whats considered rainbow is up to interpertation for the user. aka it can include certain colors or not, use pink instead of red, etc.)

under the beverage presentation system by @/satyrradio. can be considered under punch bowl.

please do not reupload without permission and credit

[omegalomania]

What are some of your favorite aro-/ace-coded fob lyrics?

oh fuck yes a little bowl of seeds just for me

boycott love from disloyal order of water buffaloes is a personal favorite of mine. its a lyric i really really want tattooed at some point. that's not the only lyric i latch onto from an aro perspective but it's probably the biggest one

basically the entirety of it's hard to say "i do" when i don't but a special mention goes to you are appealing to emotions that i simply do not have as well as the only ring i want buried with me are the ones around my eyes

it's true romance is dead / i shot it in the chest and in the head from the music or the misery is also a favorite of mine, also just that whole song in general

i thought i loved you but it was just how you looked in the light in hum hallelujah resonates with a lot of queer folks i've found, and it's no different for me

same goes for it's a strange way of saying that i know i'm supposed to love you from g.i.n.a.s.f.s.

i'm outside the door, invite me in / so we can go back and play pretend from alone together brings me back to when i was trying to perform heteronormativity/amatonormativity even if it was making me miserable

i also hold to a very similar vibe with she said "i love you 'till i don't" / i am just playing house, no idea what i'm doing now from sunshine riptide and also most of burna boy's verse, frankly. i fell in love but i didn't fall down and feel like i'm bulletproof, baby in particular

american beauty/american psycho, particularly the first verse. i think i fell in love again / maybe i just took too much cough medicine

golden is a big one for queer folks in general i've found. the chorus especially hits hard from an aro and/or ace reading. and i saw god cry in the reflection of my enemies / and all the lovers with no time for me

i've got a dark alley and a bad idea that says you should shut your mouth is a heavy song no matter how you slice it. but that chorus gets to me in particular: we can fake it for the airwaves / force our smiles, baby, half-dead / from comparing myself to everyone else around me

the kids aren't alright reads to me as one big anthem for platonic love above anything romantic, which resonates super hard with me. the second verse has a lot of good lines that i latch onto from an aroace lens too. your love is anemic and i can't believe / that you couldn't see it coming from me

pretty much the whole chorus of HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON'T does it for me, and those verses have got some good aroallo vibes too! i never really feel a thing... confidants but never friends...

the whole of fake out is a gimme. that chorus rings real true. starts with love is in the air, i just gotta find a window to break out and finishing with but it was all a fake-out

i've got all this ringing in my ears and none on my fingers is one that has another highly applicable title but the whole refrain of the truth hurts worse / than anything i could bring myself to do to you paired with the one-two punch of that second verse REALLY gets under my skin

and of course, the culminating one: you are what you love, not who loves you from save rock and roll. obviously there are a LOT of ways to read that line

there are a couple other songs i latch onto - wilson (expensive mistakes); a little less "sixteen candles", a little more "touch me"; the (after) life of the party to name a few - but the ones listed above are the big lyrics that resonate with me on a personal level

just in general i have a shitton of fob over on my aro playlist (which doubles as a general aroace/queer playlist but has a lot of emphasis on aromanticism) in case i forgot to mention anything but like i said those are the big ones

[yourlilkaiju]

Here is the Reason Why I Am Not A Destiel Fan Anymore:

And the reasons I refuse to go back to being one:

So in retrospect, the SuperWhoLock fandom has been by and large a pretty big fandom that has been running a good while. I don't think it's stopped. I have always loved Doctor Who, as that- alongside the works of Mr.Henson and the brilliant creations from his creature shop, were my first introductions to all things weird and other worldly. Horror was another story. I will be more than happy to talk about that another day. So as time went on, in abouts the late summer/early fall of 2005, right before I turned 13, I was introduced to Supernatural. Starring Jared Padelecki and Jensen Ackles. The person I was watching it with was bouncing up and down, all excited because "Oh my gosh, it's so nice to see you watching something other than anime." (The cow.), and because it was nearing Halloween time and it was both of our favorite time of year for two very different reasons. This would end up being the start of my enjoyment of a long running series that had a good premise, but a very confusing story line after season five. (Sorry but it felt...skewed after that point. But I stayed loyal.) In any case, I eventually started shipping Destiel because of the constant queer baiting. Which didn't exactly, idk help the situation? And with that I ended up being a shipper for a good seven and a half, I repeat, SEVEN AND A HALF FUCKING YEARS. Hardly anyone sticks with a shop that long. (But being autistic you kind of stick with a lot of things for a long ass time. *Mumbles something about a certain one winged angel from the nineties*.)

My enjoyment of the ship came to a close when I was at a fantasy convention the spring of 2016. I was at one of the Double tree locations with an ex of mine and dressed up as a fae queen, laughing, having a good time and just having good conversations with the people at our table. I was with a troupe that my ex and I had started and we were initially responsible for acting out as "hosts" for the opening and closing for these events, and even "opening the portals to the realms" 🙄. When out of character we were still expected to be gracious hosts....well, more like I was. The man could get away with spilling a punch bowl over his head while mooning an entire audience, yet still somehow do no wrong. If I complained, or made a peep in my defense, the whole world would come crashing down. Even with some of the people we spent time with. And some of the people we spent time with were Destiel shippers who liked to bring strangers into our space without asking, or without any given warning or invitation. At that time, it'd been Supernatural fans who were not only Destiel shippers....but also Cockles fans.

[I am going to pause for a moment here because I feel the need to emphasize that shipping is fine. Shipping is a great way to escape reality for a period of time and even let loose the pent up need for some sort of intimacy in ones life, regardless of the type that is needed. But to allow it to interfere with reality, to force real people into seeing each other and actually make it so that it can't be left alone for years after? That's where there is an issue. And people who can't see that need to re-evaluate themselves and get some fucking help.]

There were few things that my ex and I agreed on, and one of them had been that uninvited guests had been a nono. However, the rules at play prevented me from saying anything while in costume. He had to dismiss the person. He had to tell them it was time to go and that "appreciated the travellers journey, however it was time for the court to take it's respite." . And yet he didn't. So as these people went on, our troupe laughed and carried on with the conversation. I did my best to segue into a different topic, and tried my hardest not to show discomfort. Because to do so would be breaking the rules. The uninvited guests went on....and on...and on. They ignored my attempts and ignored the fact that I had requested two glasses of wine and a white Russian. They carried on about how Destiel was technically canon, and how Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins were secretly dating behind the scenes. I looked for any reason I could to get the hell out of dodge. And I found my salvation when I found a friend of mine standing over by the bar.

"Pardon me, my dear..." I said, with a soft lilt in my voice. "As compelling as this conversation has been, I find that I have urgent business with a friend of the forest." As bewildered as my poor guest was, I immediately left before they could say anything more. I hated the conversation. I hated feeling trapped. It felt draining and honestly, going to my friend was the best decision I felt that I could make. And when I got to him, he mentioned that I looked like I needed help. And for a man like my ex to not say anything, he was a little disappointed.

Over the next few years, I ran into several more of these shippers at events that I'd helped run. I insisted that the rules be changed, and while he did not like it, he knew that I would not back down on the issue. The same people tried joining our gathering by one of our troupe members behest, and without warning. Upon recognizing me, they grew excited and hoped to continue the conversation from the last time they'd seen me.

"Why don't we talk about something else?" I groaned. I recalled the unpleasant experience I had with them last time as they hardly allowed a word in edgewise.

There was a long pause.

As if summoning a great storm, I was suddenly accused of being homophobic and told that I only played a queen because I whined and sobbed my way into it. And I stood there, allowing the insults to continue until they couldn't anymore. I figured it was just best to let them kick dirt at a statue and smile at them exhausting themselves.

I'm sure some of you may think me a horrible person fo this. I am sure some of you are thinking "why are you telling us this? There's no point."

Because some of you need to know the extent of how some fandoms and their shippers behave.

Back then Destiel and Cockles were as bad as LDS's. Now...well they're still just as bad. But twice as aggressive. And while I was one, I don't think I ever went that far. I would often ask things like "Aren't those two married?" When it came to the Cockles fans. Or say "I'm from way south Alabama and experienced ISA, please stop." To the Wincest shippers. Every single time I would say something like this, some would try to come directly for my throat. Literally. Hell, someone grabbed me by the hair once. All because I dared to disagree.

It's a fucking series.

With fictional characters.

Played by actors.

And all the special effects are done by the crew.

But some people can't seem to grasp that.

I refuse to entangle myself back in that sticky little web and I would rather watch it burn itself out. I would prefer to see it go up in flames as it gets rejected by the fandoms it tries to infect, JUST because it is politely disagreed with.

Because it doesn't leave people alone after being told no or receiving the sense that, maybe, a person is uncomfortable.

[crazy-iwascrazyonce1]

Strawberry coconut smoothie: a term for any queer person who presents one’s gender through the colors red and white.

Subset of punch bowl. Symbol source: link (link) [alt term?]

[lovebillyhargrove]

Wake me up when July is around

Chapter 21/? Nosebleed

***

Remember how in canon Steve said to Jonathan during their fight "You know what, Byers? I’m actually kind of impressed. I always took you for a queer", aiming at insulting him?

I took Jonathan out of this equation, but kept the season 1 Steve vibe.

Party music:

Twisted Sister "We're not gonna take it" (1984)

Twisted Sister "I wanna rock" (1984)

Dead or Alive "You spin me round" (1985)

Robin Gibb "Boys do fall in love" (1984)

Billy's music:

Scorpions"Dynamite" (1982)

Van Halen "Sinner's Swing" (1981)

Mötley Crüe "Live wire" (1982)

***

The last day of March which is also Sunday, right before the beginning of the last school term in the quiet respectable town of Hawkins, is marked by a celebration. While Hawkins housewives have already started compiling lists of the ingredients necessary to make all the dishes for the upcoming festive family dinner next Easter Sunday, Tina and her gang have been preparing a party. Flyers have been printed out and delivered through friends, phonecalls have been made, the grapevine has been set in motion. Booze has been bought and a keg has been secured. Hawkins teens are eager to have one more party cause soon life's going to be so different, people are adjusting to the idea of having to let go of so many habitual things, and plenty of them aren't ready. Even those who are excited about their future. Especially those who are still very vague on the subject.

In such circumstances, it is never a bad idea

To paint the town red.

***

Technically the party is happening on Palm Sunday cause it's the last day of the spring break, those kids who went away have returned home, so practically everyone's expected to show up, and there is no sense in postponing the fun till actual Easter.

However, keeping the general Easter spirit is important.

Girls are encouraged to wear bunny outfits, at least a set of ears and a puffy ball of a tail are a must. Tina's wearing it all herself, and looks great. Andy is all over his girlfriend.

Hargrove is late as usual, that's not in his character to arrive at a soirée early. He's wearing tight jeans, a dark forest green button down, and he knows how he looks.

Stayed in his room for almost an hour glued to the mirror, considering ignoring the party altogether and just whacking off to his own reflection.

Loud music is screaming out of large wide open windows and the front door that welcomes everyone.

Mischief and rebellion are in the air tonight. Feels explosive, like there's a smell of gunpowder.

Oh we're not gonna take it!

No, we ain't gonna take it!

Oh we're not gonna take it anymore

The night is noisy, the space is packed and charged with young energy.

We've got the right to choose, and

There ain't no way we'll lose it

This is our life, this is our song

Oh we're not gonna take it!

No, we ain't gonna take it!

Billy stops in the kitchen first to take a can of beer. Roy is shouting, as always reigning over a bowl of red punch on the kitchen counter

"Pure blood! Pure blood!"

Hargrove can't help but curve his lips in a wry smile. What is the guy's deal, really, what's with the punch names. He's throwing his arm around Roy's shoulders

"Hey Dunston! I say, we drink flaming cocktails with you tonight, or what?"

Roy is muttering something like, in fact, he has read some information on the matter and there is a bottle of rum somewhere in the cupboards and ..

Billy smacks him on the forearm

"Later, man." He needs to go see if King Steve has made it to the party.

On the way out of the kitchen he notices that there is a keg standing in the corner, waiting for its turn.

Another hit by "Twisted Sister" comes up, and Billy can feel the rhythm running through his veins

I wanna rock! Rock!

I wanna rock! Rock!

I want to rock! Rock!

***

On ao3

[milkmaidovich]

Milkmaidovich Plays Catch-up

I am BEHIND pals

Had a long week and a half of Book Stuff to finalize (who knew cover design would take up so much of my brain [it's me, I knew]) but it's all finished so it's time to CATCH UP!

(This post will be a Tag Game Tuesday post, with everything else getting its own)

Jul 18 Tag Game Tuesday

Thanks to @howlinchickhowl @auds-and-evens @mickeyheartian @scurvgirl , @tanktopgallavich , @metalheadmickey , and @vintagelacerosette for the tags!

name: kat

pronouns: she/her

where do you call home? A state I don't particularly like in the southeastern US (it’s very red which is hard for this queer anti-capitalist socialist) but it was a career-related move so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

favorite animal: hiphopopopotamus

cereal of choice: love me a strawberry & yogurt Joe’s-O from Trader Joe’s, or the churro Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and also a Honey Nut Cheerio if I can’t get the other two

are you a visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner? Kinesthetic is the main one, the writing/doing is helpful for my ADHD, especially if I mix and match with visual/auditory

first pet? Carnival Goldfish that we had living in a crystal punch bowl

favorite scent? Tuberose, amber, oud, leather (I love a darkspicy scent)

do you believe in astrology? Eh? Kind of? I see some undeniable traits of the signs in myself and those around me but also I see a lot of incorrect stuff so it's more for fun than for basing life choices on

how many playlists do you have on spotify/apple music? Literal hundreds, I'm not going to count

sharpies or highlighters? Sharpies FOREVER

a song that makes you cry: uhhhhh most recent one is Unknown/Nth by Hozier

a song that makes you happy: SO MANY! Most recently: The Hellcat Spangled Shalalala (Suck It and See is always in heavy rotation in the summer)

and finally, do you write/draw/create? if so, use this as an opportunity to shamelessly (😉) promote yourself! I write sometimes! Hopefully more now that I've got some more time! Find me on AO3

July 25 Tag Game

Thanks to @celestialmickey, @transmickey, @lupeloto, @harrowhark-a-vagrant, and @scurvgirl for the tags!

name: kat

age: 33

pronouns: she/her

your sun sign, MBTI type, and enneagram type (google them if you’re not sure!): cancer 🦀, ENTP-T, 9w1/8 (I don't really understand the MBTI/enneagram stuff if someone feels like explaining)

how tall are you? 5'3.5" (1.6m, 161cm)

what color are your eyes? Greeeeeeen

the last time you saw a movie in theaters (bonus: what was it?): UH the super Mario movie with my kid? I think? A couple months ago

favorite dessert: peach pie/cobbler ALWAYS

outer space or the ocean? The ocean, why the fuck do we need to keep going to space when the ocean is RIGHT THERE

you’re in a McDonald’s drive thru, what are you ordering? 10pc chicken nugget, fries, sprite

are you good with plants? Maybe?????? Genuinely unsure

would your current self and high school self get along? Lmao maybe?????? Honestly it's 50/50

a food you can’t stand: FUCK BEETS

something you’d do if money were no object: TRAVEL AND CONCERTS AND TRAVELING TO CONCERTS

the last app you opened on your phone (tumblr doesn’t count!): DayForce

and finally, compliment yourself! You are better at learned skills than you give yourself credit for!!

Since these are so behind I won't tag anyone but if you didn't get tagged and want to play, consider this your tag!

[vamp-stamp-fics]

The Raven ball

Fandom: Wednesday (Netflix series)

Ship: Wenclair

Tags: friends (?) To lovers, fluff w/ slight angst, happy ending, Enid have a lesbian attack at the sight of Wednesday, jealous Enid

Summary: while thing forces Wednesday to take Tyler to the Raven ball to socialize, Enid thinks otherwise

Word count: 1316

A/n: I love this show sm, I swear if Netflix is queer baiting us which they probably are I'm emailing them a strongly worded complaint. Also some scenes in this fic obviously don't line up to the episode

Wednesday opened the door to reveal Tyler at her dorm. He held Flowers with a bright smile "I got the note you sent me" what note? "honestly it shocked me how endearing and sweet it was" "yes. It shocked me to. One moment please" she closed the door and glared at Thing "How could you make him think I could write something endearing and....sweet" she looked through her closet. Maybe I could try faking my death, it's not like it's something I haven't done before. Thing snapped his fingers to get Wednesdays attention. She turned to the black dress from the antique store "how'd you afford that?" Thing sighed to her in response. "Hm"

Her roommate Wednesday walking down the stairs, looking more beautiful then she'd ever realize. Enid thought Wednesday was quite attractive when they first meet but now seeing her here confirmed something Enid was contemplating since the two girls first meet:

Enid looked around for her date. He'd left just mere seconds ago! Where'd he gone? She heard whispers and awes of someone who had just entered the ball. She'd looked to see-

Enid took interest in Wednesday. She didn't know how she hadn't realized it before. Then again the way she felt with Wednesday was different from her other romantic interest. Ajax was attractive yes, but he didn't have that dark allure that Her roommate had. This attraction was stronger but hidden in the back of Enids mind. Like when the two were up on the balcony she had felt a certain way. Back then she thought the attraction was what all girls felt.

Sadly that awe came to an end when she noticed Tyler accompanying her. What the hell was he doing here? She thought Wednesday was stubborn on not having a relationship, she'd mention it to Enid one time how she loathed even the slight possibility of her having a partner so why was HE here with her? Enid realized she was getting frustrated and tried calming herself down. She walked over to them with a bright smile "Wednesday! I never thought you'd be here. What was the change of heart?"

"Believe me I didn't come here by will, if I did it would be a sign I've truly gone insane. Though I'm not surprised you're here" Wednesday eyed her in suspicion "I thought that gorgen dumped you. Who's your date? Or are you alone? Now that'd be the real surprise" Enid felt slightly hurt at Wednesday implying she'd gone to the dance alone. But brushed it off "oh he's around here somewhere"

Enid looked desperately In the crowd to find him, though a part of her hoped she didn't. Wednesday raised an eyebrow "is he invisible? How inconvenient, be harder to kill him if he breaks your heart" Enids felt attracted at the thought of Wednesday killing someone over her, even as morbid as it was. "Oh no no! He just went somewhere... probably taking a bathroom break" Wednesday replied with a "hm" and went to find Tyler. Enid walked to the punch bowl and drank 3 cups of punch. Hating the thought of Wednesday being with that normie. She watched as she saw Wednesday bumping into Xavier. After awhile she walked out to the sitting room.

"Xavier told me what you did" Tyler looked to Wednesday sitting next to him. He sighed "look Wednesday I wish I could lie my way out of this and tell you a reason why I did but to be honest, I can't. I don't know why I did it but after I realized how awful it was I felt terrible"

"Do you really think I'd stopped liking you for a lousy prank? The way Xavier told me about I would've done worse" Tyler smiled. "I knew I liked you for a reason" Oh. We're the feelings mutual? Wednesday didn't know. She thought over it. She somewhat tolerated his presence around her, and did he make a damn good cup of coffee, but Did she like Tyler? In that way? People confused her. How should she put it to him.

"I don't believe the feelings mutual" Wednesday deadpanned. Tyler turned towards her "huh?"

"Not in that way, I don't find interest in you in a romantic Sense but I do somewhat tolerate your presence" Tyler translated what she said to himself then repeated it back to her "so you're saying you don't want to date me but you more see me as a friend? Did I hit the mark?"

"Not exactly. I don't have friends but enemies and people I've decided not to poison in Thier sleep. Also I have a confession to make" Tyler snorted "And what's that?"

"I didn't write that note to you. Thing did, he was forcing me to socialize and thought you'd be the perfect date. He was sorely mistaken"

"Yeah I had a feeling someone else wrote it. Too sweet to be written from you. You'd rather be caught dead then doing that"

"Agreed" a pause. "So who is it?" Wednesday was confused though her face didn't show it "who's what?"

"The person you're interested in instead of me?"

"Do I really have to be romanticly interested in someone else if I'm not with you? Like I told myself in the beginning of my time here; I will not become my mother and find my "one true love" why is it a need for girls to find a romantic partner?" Tyler quickly defend himself "sorry that's not what I meant, you're right I shouldn't assume" The silence thickened between the two. "Though I'm might be contradicting myself, there might be ..... someone"

"Who?"

"Not telling you, but I do have some business to take care of with this person" Wednesday stood up ready to walk back into the ball. "Is it-" Tyler was going to ask if it was a certain boy but she interrupted him "it's not Xavier if that's what you're thinking" she walked out of the sitting room into the flashing light filled dance.

Enid accepted that her date completely dipped on her and wasn't coming back. She sighed, frustrated at the predicament. She watched as the rest of the school danced with each other as she sat at one of the tables. Enid took a sip of her drink.

"Enid" she nearly choked as the girl in black appeared out of nowhere. Putting her drink down Enid stood with Wednesday "Jesus Wednesday! You have a nact for appearing from nowhere"

"It's a hobby" Wednesday deadpanned. "I have something to tell you" "what? You killed your date already?" Enid joked.

"Don't change the subject" something told Enid this was serious and not Wednesdays usual morbid sarcasm. Enid leaned closer "so what is it?"

"I don't know what you did but you've done something. Maybe it's some form of dark arts you've casted on me"

"Huh?" Wednesday furrowed her eyebrows in irritation. "I'm trying to tell you I tolerate you a lot more than everyone else. It's probably because I've spent so much time in that dorm with you I've formed Stockholm syndrome" Enid realized what Wednesday was trying to say and smiled. "Wednesday are you trying to say you like me?"

The girl in black avoided her question and said instead "will you have this dance with me" Enid squealed and threw her self on Wednesday "oh yes! Yes I will!" Wednesday tensed up at the physical touch. "Sorry forgot you're not a hugger" Enid tried pulling away but Wednesday slowly (and awkwardly) wrapped her arms around Enid. Holy shit. Wednesday was hugging Enid. It somewhat surprised dark haired girl herself. Wednesday promised she wouldn't end up like her mother and fall for someone. Damn her mother for being right.

[xx-d34d-h4v3n-xx]

Not to get on the Disc Horse™ or anything but there is a difference between someone mearly being uncomfortable with a topic, someone metaphorically shitting in the punch bowl, and someone voicing genuine concerns over p3dophilic/abusive content. Pro-shippers really blurred the lines in recent years.

It’s why I hate the term “puriteen” so so sooo much. Like. Oh no! A teenager is being uncomfortable with flagrant sexualization! Better call them a puritan, because that’s totaly the same thing!

Assflash, newshole. They’re not. And this is coming from someone who is pro-kink at pride. Because you can’t erase history, queer people had their sexuality demonized and made taboo. And look, I get it. Sometimes sexual stuff makes people uncomfy. Obviously that doesn’t mean you should go and harass that person, just let ‘em be. At the end of the day, you pick what you want to see online.

...The more I mull this over, the more I realize that maybe the whole “Kids invading adult spaces to be snot-nosed brats” phenomena is nothing but an ruse made by people who really want to justify cranking their hog/polishing their pearl to child sex abuse content.

I swear, pro-shippers are some the worst people on the planet.

[p-rtyboy]

Flag id: Two rectangular flags with 5 even horizontal stripes, colored from top to bottom; Royal purple, dusty lavender, yellow, light yellow, and royal purple. On the left side of the left flag is a royal purple cup filled over half way, with 3 light yellow ice cubes. There is a light yellow line and a royal purple line. /end id

Sake Fizz Cocktail

Pt: Sake Fizz Cocktail /end pt

Any queer person who presents their gender through the colors yellow and purple

Coined on November 10th, 2024

Colors based on the drink, part of the Beverage Presentation System [link] and Punch Bowl [link]

Tagging @radiomogai @obscurian and @presentationflag-archive

[en8y]

[IMAGE ID: a rectangular flag with five evenly-sized horizontal stripes. about half of the flag is taken up by a simplified whiskey glass symbol, with a vertical gradient going from purple to red inside it. the flag's stripes, from top to bottom, are as follows: dark red-purple, warm purple, medium red, cool pink, and dark red-purple. END ID.]

purple sunset (cocktail): any queer person who presents their gender through the colors purple and red.

part of the beverage presentation system by @satyrradio, and can be considered a subset of punch bowl, by @blood-moon-night-coining!

@radiomogai @liom-archive @obscurian @presentationflag-archive

[kiruliom]

blacklight fruit punch

a term for queer people who present themselves through the colors black and rainbow

(what is considered rainbow is up to the user)

under the beverage presentation system by @/satyrradio, can be considered under punch bowl

please do not reupload without permission and credit

[sunnwila]

Stan Marsh Headcanons (Highschool AU/Aged Up):

NOT nsfw. Strictly sfw. Just some Headcanons about stanley and his character

- lost his hat in the 9th grade and cried to Kyle about it

-Randy forced him to join the football team when he got to high school, was benched his first year which led to him to care about literally nothing but getting good the entire year and summer leading up to the next season

-Kyle says kys when he’s mad, Stan says “ok”

-has stayed with Wendy through high school, feels like he’s not good enough but Wendy tells him to stop being stupid

-listens to all kinds of music, biggest music snob in the WORLD. Makes sure you know he listens to everything

-quiet and scares people with how quiet he is, but when he finally talks it’s always something funny and has everyone laughing

-likes to party to take his mind off of his family

-whenever his parents start fighting he goes into Shelly’s room, she’ll be doing homework and half heartedly tells him “get out turd” but doesn’t get mad when he stays, at least until the yelling is done

-pale as shit. Can’t tan for anything, literally gets burnt, peels, stays pale. It’s an endless cycle

-will sometimes tag along for dinner at the Broflovskis with Kenny

-drank for the first time his freshman year, had a pact with Kyle in middle school that they wouldn’t drink so they wouldn’t become losers. Kyle didn’t talk to him for a week when he found out Stan broke it

-Kyle “I believe in you, bro” Broflovski 🤝 Stanley “Glad one of us does” Marsh

-dark ass hair, kept it pretty long through middle school and the beginning of high school. LOVED when Kenny cut Kyle’s hair and had to ask Kenny to cut his hair the same way a couple days later when Kyle wasn’t around (Ken smirked and said something like “For sure man”)

-plays electric guitar, REFUSES to use a pick, likes when his fingers get all bloody. Wendy does not. (Kyle does, but he won’t tell)

-Kyle mentioned once he liked blondes and a couple weeks later Stan bought the cheapest box bleach at J-Mart and Kyle helped him dye his hair (Stanley I know what you are)

-bruised knuckles all the time because he kept putting holes in his walls (he is a stereotype) before Kyle showed him his punching bag

-painted his nails when he was deep in his emo phase his sophomore year (Eric ripped on him and told him it was queer) still paints them black for Halloween

-speaking of, Halloween is his favorite holiday, it reminds him of when the gang were kids and they didn’t have as much to worry about. Misses trick or treating and dressing up

-horror movie enthusiast, especially loves 80s slashers

-constantly chews gum

-has an oral fixation, hence the gym chewing

-the only member of the group yet to kick Eric’s ass over something he said

-wanted to be scene for a while, too scared to do it

-had really greasy hair before Wendy told him what dry shampoo was, now he rips on Eric for having greasy hair

-strangely good with Ike, he grew up helping Kyle watch him (he’s still not sure why he trusted him around a child) and taught Ike to play guitar

-likes parties, hates hosting them because of his house and family dynamic, so he and Kenny usually host bon fires in the woods

-strangely a jock stereotype, bad grades (Kyle yells at him) and kinda stupid but in a puppy dog way

-awkward

-like really fucking awkward

-Wendy’s always saying she loves her boyfriend and constantly needs to touch him, he blushes and tries to hide his smile

-wide receiver, got super buff in his junior year “for the aesthetic” but also for football

-will rot in his bed for days watching movies before his friends have to drag him out and force him to go to school

-in middle school Sheila convinced his mom that she could give Stan a haircut herself and save money because that’s what she does with Kyle. Stan ended up with the worst bowl cut anyone in South Park had seen (the guys ALL ripped on him and he NEVER took off his hat)

-rants to sparky when he doesn’t feel like bothering his friends

-has acne, mostly because he’s gross and doesn’t wash his face (“dude, for the love of god please wash it” - kyle) Eric rips on him but Stan spits it back because Eric’s acne is BAD

-hopeless romantic

BONUS: whenever someone makes fun of Stan being emo to Shelly, she tells them to fuck off and calls them a turd

[sweaterkittensahoy]

RWRB Prompt: Henry introduces Alex to Lord John Marbury. Alex is NOT prepared for this.

"Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz!"

Is what Alex hears before he is suddenly grabbed and spun and hugged by someone with a particularly bony ribcage and a pair of reading glasses on a chain that digs into Alex's collarbone.

"Uh--" is as far as Alex gets before he is thrust backwards with the sort of velocity of the most terrifying of Texas grandmothers (he has two; he is very intelligent on this subject) and finds himself a gangly arms' length from a man in a royal-conservative pinstriped suit, a red (no pattern) tie, and a white shirt that has a line of spatter down the front that Alex clocks as tea, not coffee because he is now very familiar with the way tea stains a white shirt due to Henry being Henry.

"Hi," Alex says. Staring at the man who also has the grip of terrifying Texas grandmothers and is smiling at him like a favored child.

Except Alex doesn't know who the fuck this guy is.

"Um," Alex says, trying to stop himself from saying exactly that. "Who the fuck are you?"

(He's gonna wake up tomorrow to Zhara leaning over his bed holding his kneecaps in one hand.)

The man throws back his head and laughs. He has a very long neck and a lot of hair that seems to like to move every which way as he moves, and when he meets Alex's eyes again, there's a downright twinkle and warmth in them that Alex recognizes immediately.

"Lord John Marbury," the man says, finally releasing Alex's shoulders to give a little bow. "At your service, Sir."

"Oh holy shit," Alex says in a rush.

Lord John Marbury grins wickedly and looks around Alex. "And where is my beloved baby cousin?"

"Punch bowl," Alex says, waving behind him, unable to look away now that he knows who he's looking at. Henry's cousin. Lord John Marbury. Who's been an Ambassador in several countries and loudly queer the whole time. And who is sporting a full beard which makes him look completely different and is NOT in any of the photos Henry's ever shown Alex.

"Lovely!" Lord John Marbury says and saunters away, slapping Alex on the back hard enough he actually stumbles a little.

Alex straightens and runs his hands down his jacket to smooth any wrinkles as he gets his bearings again. His brain short circuits when another man comes walking towards him. White-haired instead of dark-haired like he was in his younger days (Alex definitely hasn't looked up old photos for most of his fucking life), but still moving like he's about to start a fight.

"Mr. Claremont-Diaz," the man greets, holding out his hand. "Joshua Lyman. Did I just see my husband accost you?"

"Uh-huh," Alex manages, shaking Josh Lyman's hand on reflex. "I didn't know you two were on the invite list for this party."

"We weren't sure we'd make it back from Hong Kong in time," Josh says. "Which way did he--"

"HENRY!" comes a roar that works through the crowd with ease.

"COUSIN JOHN!" Henry replies, just as loudly, and this time Alex stumbles because who is THIS Henry so excited he's dropped every manner he has?

"Lead the way?" Josh Lyman asks.

"Sure," Alex says. "And call me Alex. I know these royal-types gets stuffy about titles, but I'm just a Texas kid."

Josh Lyman laughs and gives Alex a knowing look. "Right," he says, "And I've got a bridge to sell you."

Alex chuckles and leads the way through the crowd to help his fellow American collect his own Brit.