#this doesn’t happen often but when it does it’s usually gay men

[rowanhoney]

Xavier dolan is like a best friend I’m a bit in love with but it will never be

[ari-but-unhinged]

Art for Toritsuka/Hairo fic where I explored what was meant to be a crack ship and is now one of my favourite (??) ships in Saiki k- PLEASE HEAR ME OUT

(A long rant ensues so, if you don’t want that then that’s all good and you don’t have to click, but if you’re interested, then welcome to my rant about a rare pair i love!)

Of course, I started out by simply laughing at the “I hate men” line Toritsuka said about Hairo and thinking writing a crack taken seriously fic would be funny and it would be a nice break before I started this other fic I have planned that is going to be an even bigger endeavour with Saiki k x Danganronpa. What I didn’t see happening was for this Torihai fic to completely take over my brain space and end up with a fic just shy of 20,000 words.

This may not seem like a lot, but I usually only write fics in 1,000-2,000s so this is a lot for me, especially since I’m a slow writer/editor so it takes me a while.

Part of the reason I love these two together is because of the inherent dynamic of Hairo’s inspirational preachiness and how it doesn’t work on Toritsuka, and how it might be refreshing for Hairo to have someone who challenges him (and not in the fake way Teruhashi does, with Toritsuka being very upfront and honest about it). Toritsuka also, because he’s so upfront about his feelings, helps Hairo to express certain emotions like annoyance/sadness that he wouldn’t normally express outwardly. Something else too is that Toritsuka tends to be very physically affectionate, and I don’t know that Hairo is used to that (I haven’t seen any examples of him being physically affectionate in any other way than a bro way) so that could be refreshing as well. Also, also, Toritsuka is Hairo’s gym buddy who was reluctantly dragged along that day Saiki was trying to avoid everyone and no one can change my mind lol (this, in Hairo’s mind, forms a bond between them that can never be broken and he will never stop reminding Toritsuka of this when they hang out).

I just think their dynamic can be playful/fun because they’re both real with each other if that makes sense?

On Toritsuka’s side of things, he doesn’t have a lot of friends and the friends he does have he either doesn’t have any chemistry with or hate him (Saiki lol), so I think it’d be nice for him to have someone who is extremely caring/attentive to his friends and clearly cares deeply about them and shows it often. Because of this, Hairo shows interest in Toritsuka’s life, and for someone who probably hasn’t had many friends, that would mean a lot. Also the fact that Hairo cares so much for Toritsuka sets an example as to how to be a good friend/human would behave and could help him grow as a person (which are always the best friendships/relationships when they grow together rather than staying stagnant and dragging each other down). Being more caring of others and allow him to develop his interpersonal relationships with more than just ghosts, instead with real humans.

Also, I’ve taken to calling them the “errand boys” because it’s a great prompt to force two people who are polar opposites and would never interact to hang out/do an activity together, so I thought it fit them perfectly.

In the fic I changed a few things from canon (sexualities obviously- Tori is bi/queer and Hairo is gay. Although quick side-tangent- I’ve written Tori/Kaidou, Tori/Akechi, and now Tori/Hairo and all three of them either are Asexual or are often headcanonned as ace by the community/me and I just find it very funny that the horniest character is continuously shipped with them. I only realized I did this after I first started writing the fic.)

- Hairo explicitly has psychic powers (it’s something they can bond over and it’s something that plays off of Hairo’s emotions. Cue a lot of blushing not only because of embarrassment but also actual literal heat rushing to his face.)

- Hairo was raised by a single parent (His family is never mentioned so I just made one up)

- Personal headcanon, but I feel like Toritsuka might occasionally pretend to not see spirits in order to avoid getting approached.

- Toritsuka’s backstory has been slightly altered and has a lot more angst to an already pretty sad backstory (it’s played for laughs, but imagine how that would’ve felt for him :( he realized he lost two people he loved in a matter of minutes. Also, he’s a child when this happens so that’s even sadder. I honestly wonder if they died somewhere in the house or he was just there and his guardians didn’t know, like??? How???)

If this made you interested in reading the fic which this is all about, I’ll link it at the end, but if you were just here for the rant, that’s cool too! I’m obsessed with these two because they’re adorable and I must spread the gospel of Torihai.

Link to original fic-

[oldmanffucker]

i'm gonna post a fic "outline" (part outline part draft) of hilson smut and im gonna need yalls input bc im stuck and need feedback or i'll never post it so comment on whatever you want

insp by this tumblr post

wilson goes to sleep while house is watching discovery channel. It takes wilson longer to fall asleep than usual, he’s tossing and turning and this is why he’s able to hear house switch to porn some time later. Wilson realized he must probably do this every night, waiting for wilson to be asleep before playing the porn at a low volume in the other room. I mean after all wilson knew he did it out there, and house was shameless, and he knew it happened period, but something stirs in him as he realizes how often this must happen… but no. he doesn’t want to think about that. He can’t. He squeezes his eyes shut but finds that he’s straining to hear any sound beyond the faux moaning of the star of the film. He hears a grunt and wonders if it was the costar of the film or..House… no . no he can’t be listening. He covers his head with his pillow and tries not to think about it anymore, singing the alphabet to himself. Before he knows it he falls asleep. 

Next night, it happens again and he listens a bit more. He hears house a bit more clearly, he wonders if house is getting more bold or if the tv is quieter or if, god forbid, wilson is just more attentive. He doesn’t let his hands wander, but he lets himself rock slowly against the blankets, only edging himself before he forces himself to deep breathe into sleepfulness. 

It happens AGAIN the next night. Wilson is beginning to wonder if house is playing at something or if wilson himself is subconsciously keeping himself awake in some perverted hope of hearing his best friend jerking off. He kicks himself for being a terrible roommate and bestie for crossing this boundary. this time he notices….. well, huh…. Wilson doesn’t hear a woman in this video. His skin starts tingling and his heart is hammering. Is house…..listening to. no, watching gay porn in the living room? Oh my god. Wilson’s mouth is dry. He wonders again if house is manufacturing this moment to expose him. As what? Does this make him gay? Does it make him gay to wonder how house was laid out on the couch - reclining with his head against the arm of the couch, or sitting up, legs spread and firm on the floor? To wonder how house’s mouth fell open as he chased his pleasure, how his hands twisted, what rhythm they kept…… Does it make him gay to think about House saying his name in the throes of passion? Wait… house saying his name…. In the throes of passion… did he just? Was he starting to hear things??? He steps out of his bed and holds his ear to the door. House was moaning his name!!!!! “Fuck, Wilson..” wilson barely bit back a moan. Shuffles back to his bed, tries to cover his ears again but he’s burning and tingling and so turned on and so curious… he removes the pillow and hears house moaning mingled with the sounds of two men groaning and skin slapping and fuck it. Wilson shoves his pajama pants and boxers down and palms himself, too lost in the fantasy of it all to be very quiet. Part of him thinks this must be a very realistic dream, and who cares about courtesy in a dream?? He doesn’t last long at all, imagining house walking in and demanding to be taken by wilson, whining and crying beneath him…he cums with House’s name on his lips. Next day keeps blushing when he sees house, house acts like nothing is new, like he didn’t hear wilson… so maybe he didn’t! Maybe he still doesn’t know wilson has been listening to him!

Keeps dropping little innuendos throughout the day that could be targeted or could be nothing. (idk what tho lol)

Nothing for a day or two. Wilson is tries not to shamewank into his blanket but fails in his resolve…well maybe resolved first night and loses resolve second night and third night he hears it again and sighs in relief and he’s so busy listening to the sounds of gay sex playing on the tv - a little louder than the past days - that he misses the sound of footsteps and gasp! House walks in on him palming himself through his boxers. 

“Sh-shit, House!” he scrambles to pull up his blanket, beet red from embarrassment. House has a predatory smile. Has wilson right there he wanted him.

“Were you getting off listening to me getting off to gay porn, wilson?” “what? No o-of course not that’s insane.” “is it?” house is silouetted, wilson cant see if he’s as affected as he is. “Is that for me?” house points to where the blanket is tented. wilson flexes his jaw and sits up, scooting against the headboard so he can cover himself more. he Doesn’t know how to answer that. Is this a joke? Is house mocking him? Is he disgusted by him? Was this a ploy to out him? Was he really interested? What is his intention? house walks over, wilson can see house too is affected. He sits at the edge of the bed and tugs the blanket down, exposing where wilson is hard in his boxers. Licks his lips and looks up at wilson. “Because mine is.” house whispered. It was hard to doubt him, but wilson still didn’t talk. Just held his breath, eyes flicking between house’s eyes, lips, and dick. “House….” wilson says in a warning tone. Pleading with him silently not to do anything he doesn’t mean, because wilson does mean it and he can’t handle it if this is just another prank. Its quiet but they can still hear the echoing of the porn in the living room. Wilson swallows hard and house licks his lips. Starts them in the right direction by adjusting his erection. Wilson follows his movement with his eyes and his mouth falls open, house watches him and smiles, palms himself more intentionally then sighs a breathy moan. Do they just jerk off to each other and escalate in future nights or go all in now…. not sure….

[moonlarked]

tell me anything at all about hamlet, what’s been on your mind recently? i don’t really know enough about it to ask a specific question but i love hearing about it

Thinking about horatio as usual lol

A thought just struck me, and I wanted to expand on it. The token best friend. You all know about it. The Black best friend, the disabled best friend, the poor best friend, the gay best friend. They are treated as an extension of the protagonist - usually not given an extensive backstory besides their marginalized identity, and important characters don’t usually talk to them other than to ask about something relating to the protagonist.

And I feel like, with the right characterization, horatio can be played into the trope - but in a self-aware and therefore exceedingly tragic way.

Think about it. Horatio is commonly seen as poor, or at least coming from a lower-class or middle-class family. He’s often portrayed as a person of color. He’s seen as gay by many people. The other characters don’t acknowledge him all that much, other than to order him to go after hamlet.

Hamlet is his protagonist, the white blonde rich kid with the tragic backstory who has to go on a ‘heroic’ journey and is given all of the spotlight, all of the characterization. Horatio is his shadow, the logical best friend who grounds him and is used to demonstrate hamlet’s loving side and show how he interacts around those he loves. Within the script, horatio isn’t given much more than that.

But. Horatio is a person. He has his own emotions, his own goals. He’s blunt but kind, loving but logical. And productions need to show that. They need to show how this loving person was absolutely broken. They need to show how he followed hamlet into the abyss and how he tried to drag both of them out of it.

Horatio is at his most interesting when he’s at his most morally complex. How much did he agree with hamlet’s methods? Did he hear about polonius’s death and why ophelia drowned, and if so, what did he think about it?

The scene where hamlet dies is also incredibly important for his characterization, because, again, he has been portrayed as someone whose only living connection is hamlet. His family is never mentioned, he doesn’t seem to have any other friends. What happens, then, when hamlet dies? How does he go on after hamlet forces him to drop the cup?

And, of course, his relationship with hamlet is vital. Hamlet adores him - he literally goes on an entire speech about how horatio is the greatest of men. Horatio is less passionate in his affection - and this can be attributed to their differing statuses. Hamlet, as a prince, can get away with more obvious declarations of love, the personal use of “thou”, while horatio knows he can’t get close to a prince without being under suspicion. Yet he stays by hamlet’s side nonetheless.

I don’t know how much of that made sense to you, but thank you for this ask!

[depressedhatakekakashi]

I had a weird thought on your God of storms au, specifically when I noticed you mentioned in one of Gai's lives, he becomes a rogue.

And Gai is usually such a noble character. Living lives full of goodness and professions that are linked to either defending people, leading a community, or making everyone's lives better and then one time Gai's life ends up with him being a wanted criminal and Kakashi takes notice and is like "...what?! My favorite human! What happened?!"

So he investigates in disguise, ends up kidnapped by rogue Gai, and it turns out he's in some Robin Hood shenanigans, and is like "Sorry for kidnapping you, those government officials were about to try and off you. Figured you were safer with me Mr. Handsome Stranger.. But while we're on the topic, would you like to join my group of youthful, merrimen?! We're about to bring peace to the people!"

And Kakashi, god of storms... being tempted to join a gang just to see where this goes.

This is possibly the only time i think another god would step in and put a stop to whatever is about to happen, and it’s Yamato

Gai and his friends are hiding in his forest so he hears everything and he is simply not going to stand by and watch as a GOD stoops to the level of petty thievery

Absolutely not

He knows Kakashi was legit thinking of it and he’s not going to tolerate it at all.

Gai gai ‘s a new found respect for the forest god (who he already respected a lot and made ton’s of sacrifices and prayers to since it’s his domain he’s using as a hide out) but he’s also stunned to find out he just invited the god of storms to join his merry gang

He’s even more surprised to find out the god of storms is HOT.

Kakashi of course doesn’t join. He would never! He’s a god;

He does however visit often with food that may or may not have been stolen from the rich because he felt like it and Gai is looking very hungry.

One of Gai’s merry men is absolutely a priest who took care of a temple dedicated to Obito that was actually destroyed by the rich to make room for some more fancy homes, and he’s forever bitter about it but also just angry they took away a safe place for travelers and the poor

Don’t worry though, Obito made sure to make those rich jerks lives TERRIBLE as vengeance

[truegoist]

💘 + RIN x ATLAS

OMG </3 long post so

where they first met and how

Probably at a school gym, i mean im in a basketball team and hes in football soo fight over who gets to use the room first

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved

HELLA LONG bc he’s petty and like “oooo i will never be that low to actually fall for that guy” etc etc

who fell for who first ( if applicable )

okay so I’m going to go ahead and say him first bc even in irl relationships I’ll flirt and shit w everyone but it takes me a hell lot of time to actually swoon

where their first date was and what it was like

PICNIC PICNIC PICNIC was pretty fun except turns out bringing dogs was not such a good idea <;/3

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? )

me obvi, probably started out w someone going “oo u two gay” and me being ye

who proposes first

rin this time he plans every single step to it

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away

Not exactly single but rin doesn’t wants rest of the bllk guys to know bc they’re annoying

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? )

after his match def frfr

if they adopt any pets together

nope i have enough pets already

who’s more dominant

me B)

where their first kiss was and what it was like

Totally normal moment except his first automatic reaction was to go “Ew”

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? )

NECKLETS & PIERCINGS

how into pda they are

rin like %0 and me %100

who holds the umbrella when it rains

Him solely bc i always forget to bring one

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable )

my or his house

who’s more protective

Rin def

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ )

like a week lol. Mainly bc i love crashing over at even just friends houses

if they argue about anything

everything always doesn’t matter what I love arguing and he’s just petty

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. )

💪

who steals whose clothes and how often

I’d say rin only does so when he confuses it w mine (bc yk similar size both men’s shit both emo) and then refused to acknowledge it’s mine

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? )

probably either spooning or me just on top of him bc i love body slamming ppl

what their favourite nonsexual activity is

arguing </3

how long they stay mad at each other

not too long he’s way too in love for that lmao loser

what their usual coffee / tea orders are

rin orders whatever he wants for both of us and I just go along as long as it’s cold

if they ever have any children together

physically impossible but also I want children so adoption

if they have any special pet names for each other

loser, etc

if they ever split up and / or get back together

nah i don’t think so

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? )

oh I’m a pro at cleaning houses so very very clean 💪💪💪 I’d say rins part of the house is very minimalist and mine is just full of decorative shit and photos and all

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like

i dont celebrate any of those stuff BUT MATCHING COSTUMES FOR HALLOWEEN

what their names are in each other’s phones

rin to me > headache.

me to him -> bbg

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? )

ye collecting news articles together

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first

He wakes up first bc yk football shit and I fall asleep first

who’s the big spoon / little spoon

interchanging

who hogs the bathroom

me </3 (putting on piercings + dyed hair shit)

who kills the spiders / takes them outside

i do !!

[historia-vitae-magistras]

Aight so we’ve heard what paternal feelings Arthur and Francis have re: their people, but I’m curious to hear your impressions of nations who don’t actually have kids of their own. Gilbert has Ludwig but they’re still very much brothers, not parent/child. Does that change the dynamic? What about, say, Mexico? She doesn’t have kids but family is massively important to her culture. Then you got ones who act like actual children more often than not—USA or Australia would be my first thought.

Idk this is a fascinating thought experiment I’m curious to hear more

!!! Hello you, I haven't seen you in an inbox in a while <3. So I've got a question in the box about this for the young Anglos going to focus on Gilbert, Ludwig and Maria.

Gilbert, before 1918 takes a rather heavy-handed approach to his citizens in many contexts. I have varied wildly with whether Ludwig calls him his brother or Papa throughout my time in this pit. But is it a very paternal relationship in general? Being raised in a militaristic order with the hierarchy of the church and then later becoming what's essentially an army that just happens to be attached to a state made him a man who tries very hard to be both strict and fair. The Prussian education system was the finest in the world for much of the 19th century, with the larger German-speaking world leading the way in medicine, education, chemistry and several other fields. He wants to see his people thrive. He has a certain callousness regarding the lives of men; war is, after all, the endless meatgrinder, and it is what he's best at. But with his women and children, that relationship also exists. Obedience, discipline and loyalty from them correspond to Gilbert's devotion, even-handedness and sense of duty in return.

Ludwig for much of his history in the structure of the Prussian-dominated German Empire, where Gilbert filled the role of pater familas, soldier and usually had the final say; Ludwig filled that more domestic, civilian counterpart. He was and still is very young. He loves trains, he loves cars, he wants all the engineering advancements and is keenly interested in them and their practical applications of improving the quality of life for his people. In addition, he has always been very awkward in artistic spaces (baby gay didn't know why the fuck he liked men's butts so much yet) but is still very interested in the artistic developments of his people. Especially musically. I've always thought of adult Ludwig as having a very pleasant baritone singing voice and a very clear crystalline one as a child. He goes to the film premieres, he goes to the ballet, and he subtly pushes for artistic funding if he feels he can help there.

Maria, in my view, doesn't view herself as much of a maternal figure in the lives of her people. As semi-magical, semi-immortal creatures, they have that slightly uncanny effect. In some nations, people are just comfortable handing their children over to be held. She's one of those. She'll hold babies a bit awkwardly, but she loves them. And due to what she is, people don't comment on her singleness or her lack of an immediate family in Mexico itself. She feels most herself amongst them and usually passes among them without any problem. On the Day of the Dead, she's just another daughter putting flowers on her mother's grave. When the population takes to the streets, she's another protestor in the streets. She speaks Nahuatl She shops and eats in the markets. She has Valencia and Navelina orange trees in her yard. She doesn't mind the local children plucking their share from the branches. She lives and works and loves amongst her people.

[firsttarotreader]

I just liked an explicit thirst trap of a girl on instagram (I’m a pan girl myself) and it just hit me that I only like women’s pics like that. Never men. Never ever. And yet, I’m a pansexual with romantic inclinations towards men, though my attraction to people in general can’t be picked apart because sexually speaking I don’t have any preferences on gender or even body type. If I like you, I like you. And while Pedro has liked many times thirst traps from men AND women on social media, what I’m trying to say is that all these people saying “well, I saw him liking men’s pics so he’s obviously gay” can’t grasp the complexity of this. It’s not a size fits all. I’m the real proof that that’s not the case. My online behavior contradicts all their theories, I didn’t even realize it before today. And if they’d ever give me lip about this and say that by my logic that means that his likes to women mean nothing: let’s remember we have many stories of him engaging with women in real life too, some written by the man himself, or said by the man himself in interviews. So they can’t play that card here, cause I’ve seen them before trying to twist simple things into something that fits their narrative. I also often say “I’m so gay” when I see pretty girls 😊 am I gay? Nope. Never even questioned it. My attraction to men is very strong, as it is with women. So yeah. 👍 just my two cents on some perspective

Something that does happen from time to time is that I might be into 🐱 more for a couple of months, and then 🍆 turn me on more. And then it’s all equally again. So it kind of switches sometimes, but that doesn’t mean I turn gay or straight. I’m still attracted to both, and outside of that as well. Aren’t they part of the community? They should know this. *sarcasm*

They are obviously NOT in the community. 🤣🤣🤣 They cosplay as things all the time, and queer is one of them. 🤣🤣🤣 And by their logic, if the likes to women don’t mean anything, the ones to the men don’t either.

Really, I posted because you took your time to write it and share it and for other anons here who usually feel invalidated by their shit, but we totally know what you mean and we know that about Pedro and about any other person. We are the sane ones, we know. They are the weirdos with an agenda and reasoning with them doesn’t work whatsoever. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

[piqued-curiosity]

“What I meant is that those heterosexuals start blabbing about how it’s transphobic for gay people not to be attracted to them, and bi people agree because they can be attracted to both sexes.”

I appreciate that this definitely does happen. But I still maintain that bi people’s involvement in it has been overblown. I really don’t take the point that it’s bi people stoking the flames and that we know this because some of the people doing this SAY they are attracted to both dick and vagina. That was why I made those points earlier about trans people lying to suit themselves. Most of the time, when they say “I love girldick!” Or “I see transmen as men 100%”, they don’t MEAN it. Just like everybody else who plays along. It doesn’t mean they are actually bi any more than it means a trans lesbian is a real lesbian.

On top of the fact that straight trans people are perpetuating the majority of this, I’ve noticed that often their straight partners will ID as bi when their partner transitions (because they were with a man and now they’re with a “woman”), and will do the “well as a bisexual… as a member of the LGBT community…” etc and claim that anybody can like either set of genitals while, again, they are already in a relationship with the opposite sex and have no intention of ever being with the same sex.

I also often come across straight teenagers, or people in majority LGBT friend groups and activist groups in colleges (in my experience anyway), who will identify as bi to fit in and push the narrative of “its transphobic not to like penis” etc because that’s what they feel they are supposed to say, and they will be excommunicated from their friend groups if they say otherwise. You can say “how do you know they are straight” but I’ve come across many of these cases in real life with people I’ve known very well for a very long time and I can tell you it’s common. Sure, I don’t know what’s going on inside their heads and I would never correct somebody about their own sexuality but… I know. And I don’t think it’s even malicious a lot of the time! I think these kids are legitimately convincing themselves that they’re not straight because they find some members of the same sex aesthetically pleasing and don’t have enough experience to know what actual attraction is, and it’s anathema to them to be a “boring cishet”. Just look at the teenage girls convincing themselves they have gender dysphoria.

The entire trans movement is built on lies and “lesbians like girldick” is one of them. “I’m a trans lesbian and I like girl dick” is also one of them. I can tell you that almost never is the person saying that ACTUALLY bi. They don’t ACTUALLY like girldick, they just have one and want others to like it. Or they don’t have one but they are brown nosing transwomen as usual, the whole “omg you’re so pretty! You totally pass! I would never know you’re trans” are usually lies too. Those people don’t actually think those things, just like they wouldn’t actually sleep with a member of the same sex. Because they’re straight.

All that to say, I don’t deny that there are bisexuals doing this! I’m sure there are, and I condemn their behaviour! But I really do think the majority of the predatory, homophobic stuff that comes out of the trans movement is coming from straight people, regardless of whether they SAY they are attracted to both genitals. In my experience like 95% of the time they don’t actually mean it and have no intention of acting on it. It’s just a “progressive” thing for them to say.

I’m sure that some people lie about this to look like a good trans ally. But I don’t really believe that it’s the majority.

I’ve noticed that the lesbians* who play along never say they personally like dick, it’s always “some lesbians do, but not me”. “Some lesbians don’t mind it, but I just have a genital preference”. Speaking from experience, it’s all about lying to yourself just enough to not be harassed, but not lying to yourself so much that you snap out of it. That’s why lesbians will pull the “some lesbians, but not me” tactic when it comes to liking dick, because it’s a lie disconnected from ourselves which allows us to convince ourselves we believe it. Because extending that to ourselves is so blatantly untrue to us that it would peak us instantly (I am not talking about cases of extreme internalised homophobia where the gay person is essentially attempting to convert themselves).

It’s like, if I were to say “the sky can be green with orange polka dots, just not where I live”. That’s believable! Because I can look up and confirm that the sky above isn’t green with orange polka dots, but how do I know that it’s not in the next town over? Now, if I were to say “the sky is green with orange polka dots, I’m looking at it right now and it’s so beautiful! I love it so much!”, I can look up and see that’s not true. It’s going to instantly break that belief that the sky can look like that in the first place.

Where I’m going with this is that in my experience, people who are attracted to one sex will do the “some people like this sex, but not me” routine to make the lie more believable to them. It’s the people actually attracted to both sexes who are able to take it the step further and say “I like both sexes, so should everyone else”.

*I’m talking about lesbians in particular because that’s where I have personal experience.

[minarcana]

SENSES & OTHER SPECIFIC HEADCANONS.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE?  Nothing much. Sometimes he smells like the leftover of spells, such as whatever ingredients he was using, as he dabbles a fair bit in casting or alchemy that has physical components. Otherwise he’s like, a guy, rather than an adventurer arms deep in monster guts or someone with need to make themselves smell nice. He does not have much cause to smell like anything in particular.

WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE?  Generally soft. Nerd hands- though he has quite a lot of tiny little scars on his hands and fingers from various misadventures he probably doesn’t remember at all before he got decent enough at healing to patch up mistakes without leaving marks. He’s dexterous with his fingers, and nails are kept short or he’ll start picking at them.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY?  He dislikes the physical need to eat (meaning: he likes food and has nothing against the act of eating itself, he simply finds it annoying that he has to do so daily at minimum) so generally whatever he eats is whatever has the minimal amount of time/effort spent procuring it. Oftentimes someone else where he’s at will make dinner to share with him- at the Sands everyone simply trades cooking duty. Uri doesn’t mind cooking when it’s for people other than himself, and will put effort into it then. Otherwise he usually only eats a proper dinner, because that’s the communal meal, while breakfast will be bread and coffee and lunch is either nonexistent or whatever he can grab without effort.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE? Nah. He has a good reading aloud voice, though. For singing he’s got like a three-note range, and generally doesn’t sing at all as an idle activity anyways.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICS?  his bad habits are numerous. talks either too much or not enough, lies by omission often but terrible at lying on purpose, a fervent hypocrite without a trace of self-awareness or irony to him, lets his mind wander when he should be listening if he happens to think something that interests him more. nervous tics include fidgeting and refusing to maintain eye contact, alongside popping his knuckles/thumb joint when he’s either nervous or preoccupied (this changes to poking at his rings when he has those on instead). if he has the option of pulling a hood up or otherwise making his face difficult to see, he’ll do that.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE/WEAR?  like a nerd. a man in a potato sack. guy engulfed in fabric. alternatively, pretty gay to be wearing gold spangles, why are u sparkly, to catch the eye of other men? anyways he wears dark colours and loose fabric, generally disliking clothing that’s particularly tight-fitting. if i ever draw him wearing pants, assume ive been killed and replaced by an evil clone. he dresses for comfort and isn’t picky about clothing, only changing outfits when necessary due to changing seasons. his tendency to cover his face is directly connected to his level of comfort in a situation and a physicalization of how much he’s willing to ‘put himself out there’, and he likes having the option of a hood to lurk behind if discomforted.

IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? HOW MUCH? HOW SO? physically not affectionate at all unless he is assuredly in private, it’s one of his many odd neuroses. emotionally he is extremely affectionate and loves others quite a lot, though rarely verbalizes it, instead expressing affection largely in a desire to keep others safe. his willingness to go behind people’s backs is, in his brain, an expression of care for them as he attempts to protect them from dealing with something unpleasant. (disregard the fact that generally lying is Bad.) he also gives people Information as show of affection and/or attempt at friendliness, though at times cuts himself off if he remembers most people don’t enjoy trivia. please rest assured, while he might have the self-awareness of a walnut and a difficult time verbalizing emotion, he loves you so so much.

WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN?  On his side, arm around his own midsection or over a pillow. If he’s sleeping near anyone else he will end up using them as a pillow as soon as he’s more asleep than awake, bc if he’s awake hes too self-conscious for that. bro sshh we are spooning now bro.

COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM? Nope. He is an exceedingly quiet person normally, whose usual clothing and voice are soft enough not to carry sound far. Even in his ast gear, it’s the gentle click of metal at most when he moves. Uri also just has a habit of... being very quiet normally. He doesn’t mean to lurk, per se, he just does and often ends up accidentally sneaking up on people.

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[florasearle]

David Wilson

Wilson is an art director

Inspired by Sugar Water music video-I’ve seen this!

Studied illustration at Brighton originally

Project for uni was an astronaut mockumentary where he made the costume - Life As An Independent Astronaut

Used one of Metronomy songs for his final piece - this video gave him his first commission after uni. Knew one of bands girlfriends. Now intertwined in each others lives. The animation was drawn individually on paper and cut out on photoshop. Just worked with what he could do.

Blink and Partisan- were cool companies

Doogle Wilson director

YCN- an illustrative version of D&AD. Brief was to create a response under 4 minutes. Zoetrope - sat with a record player and drew 16 drawings around record. Won him best budget music video award

Life is like a rollercoaster-it’s more like a line at a theme park. He just is showing us the rollercoaster parts. Most of it is leaning into and pushing.

It’s all in the preparation for these types of project

Artic Monkeys-wanted visuals for their track Do I Wanna Know? Wanted animation similar to their album cover. First went to directors of Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared but they were too busy. He drew the storyboards and had a team of animators to create the animation.

Arcade Fire music video, featured Andrew Garfield

Did commercial works in-between, such as Rowse Honey

Royal Blood music video

Retro Futurist Daddies-played with AI over his break. What the world be like with masculine gay men who are seen as an important part of society. Gay imagery is shown as cinematic and not underground

Still does scrap drawings and uses his illustration degree

Pulls references from music videos he likes

Also showed us the Mastoor video without the visual effects

Deep Clean music video

When starting music videos they pitched endlessly for years to get their ideas accepted (talking of creators of everything everywhere all at once whose ideas all got rejected). Made music video for Sleigh Bells band.

Created advert for Facebook. Based around the idea of small business and the tool to personalise ideas

Artists Way- 12 week course where it recovers artistic burnout. Recommend doing it as a group or with a friend to help motivate.

Important to be real in this profession. Everyone should be communicating their bad days to each other.

Shooting animatics like in Mastoor really helps

Encourage other creatives to advance ideas

Fuck the system

What are the thought processes to taking risks?:

Usually pushing against something - subversive to the brief (makes it exciting to him)

Breaking things is a brand he has made for himself

Bigger risks of the Deep Clean-seeing what was happening to the appropriation of queer culture. Anything overtly sexual within this community is often rejected-leather culture, cabaret culture. This got him riled up and passionate about the project. In his he’s making peace with the world, not taking risks

Narratives aren’t chronologically based, how does he storyboard these ideas, such as in Artic Monkeys music video

Going back to his foundation course and and an excise he was taught. Taking lots of A4 sheets of paper and folding them up 3/4 times so you get a row of 8 set a timer and draw in each of these frames. They had a brief of drag racing and sexy girls but it was a stream of consciousness.

Be your own AI machine.

How does he merge a visual together?

Directors Daniel Wolf will shoot shoot shoot with various cameras and figure it out in the edit

Wilson was taught how to structure his work through being with Doogle Wilson who would meticulously storyboard everything

Every second on set is money and so time is a pressure, storyboards help but it’s also important for some leeway to help actors/dancers etc

Eliminates the unknown before he spends money

Uses anyone around to help visualise camera sequences

Networking is the most powerful tool you can have

Did music video for The Maccabees

Being a creative doesn’t get easier

Don’t imitate other people

This talk was really inspiring as a person whose only skills reside in illustration, often feeling constricted in my abilities to expand beyond what I want to do and feeling limited by what I am able to do. I have always felt to be a person with ideas but without the means of execution. Wilson talked of how his ideas are given to people with the technical knowledge to execute them and this has reassured me in my future career. Though I may not be able to pursue this as a career, due to my lack of technical knowledge, it was inspiring to see how someone could use their visions as a career.

[sometimes-men-need-help-too]

Harmful Tropes

Just like women, men have portrayals of them that are rather negative. These are some of the negative tropes that are often seen within the media for men: 

- Bumbling dad. This often goes along with parenting the husband. This is the most infamous example. It’s especially seen in old sitcoms and commercials. This is the kind of dad/husband that is immature, doesn’t really get respect and is often used for comedic purposes. He usually has a smarter, stricter wife so has to be the bad guy when it comes to parenting their kids or be the voice of reason 

- Raised by dudes. This is a guy that is clueless about kids (especially babies or little girls) without the presence of a woman near 

- Parental abandonment

- Overprotective dad. Usually goes overboard in trying to make sure his daughter doesn’t date/talk to a boy/or try to make sure the boy she is seeing is suitable 

- Men can’t keep house. They live in dirt because cleaning is considered unmanly. Goes along with guys are slobs (messy appearance) and lazy husband

- Casanova Wannabe. This guy thinks or tries to make everyone believe he’s a ladies man, but he usually fails 

- All abusers are male

- All men are perverts. This is a creepy guy who can’t keep it in his pants. He’s shallow and doesn’t treat women with respect 

- A man is always eager. This guy always wants sex. Or if sex can’t be used, then it’s kissing. Can also include mistaken for gay if the guy actually doesn’t want sex/to kiss

- All gays are promiscuous. The homosexual version of all men are perverts and a man is always eager, gay guys are always having sex. Guys love sex and since there isn’t a woman in the relationship to deny him, they're always doing it 

- Fan boy. This guy has an ego because he knows a lot about X thing and ends up belittling people. Usually also goes with basement dweller. This guy, a grown adult and stereotypical nerd, is usually lazy or childish or lives with his parents (in the basement), doesn’t have a job (or can’t keep one), can't get any sex and has no skills skills 

- Men are uncultured. Guys love sports but despise things like books or classical music and especially opera 

- Real men hate affection. Guys don’t hug or any of that “chick” stuff. And if it does happen, it’s awkward and brief 

- Real men don’t cry 

- Virgin shaming. Men always want sex so if he hasn’t gotten some yet, it’s weird 

- No guy wants an amazon. This guy doesn’t like his girl to be tougher than him. He’s made to be a fool and the girl is seen in a positive light 

- Deprived homosexual. This is a gay guy who is a predator. He’ll usually go after straight guys and make them uncomfortable by flirting or even outright threats of rape/molestation

- Deprived bisexual.  This guy makes everyone uncomfortable but he doesn’t really care. He wants everyone--and especially sex 

- Complete monster. This is a villain with no redeeming qualities, no sympathetic backstory or anything

Those are just a few of the tropes used for men. You may not necessarily think it’s a big deal because it’s just TV. However, television can reflect real life attitudes. How common is the belief that abusers are male? How common is it to think men always want sex? 

While it’s important for men of all ages to see themselves positively represented, it’s pretty important for boys to see. Now, a young child is probably not going to see some of that, but what about the teenager? He should seen men represented in a way that shows them being more human. Stuff like this only fuels the stereotypes.  

https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/GenderDynamicsIndex

[doobnnoob-tf2]

Sitting with this ask open until I can think of something to ask you because I love your takes.

OKAYOKAY uh. I always imagined Spy and Pauling being total girlfriends [/p], like they shop together and gossip about everyone and get coffee or get their nails done. What do you think? Also i’m new, so you can call me Ink :]. I use any pronouns including neos but she/her so go wild :D

gasp!  a new challenger.. welcome to the team, Ink!  you share the same name as my favorite band (well acronym!), I already like you.  and I, too, am a fellow enjoyer of Pauling and Spy being besties

Spy despite playing himself off as a super suave, cool guy is a sucker for gossip; both hearing AND telling.  he gossips with Medic and Sniper weekly and he absoLUTELY will gossip with Pauling too over a bottle of wine

Spy’s the only one who knows Pauling is a lesbian, and he often teases her about her choice in women.  but it’s okay because she teases him about his choice in men (I headcanon him either as bi or gay)

Pauling usually picks Spy for “special missions”, which always turns out to be him following her around when she goes on dates to make sure things are going well because she’s never sure if they really are or not

Spy is extremely protective over Pauling.  she’s his friend, but also her being in danger or being upset triggers his Dad Mode.  she’s almost like a daughter to him more than anything.  if anything happens to her, he will destroy everyone in this room

they joke a lot about Scout’s crush on her, and they have an ongoing bet on when he’ll finally realize she doesn’t swing that way.  Pauling says never, Spy thinks it’ll eventually click

Pauling, like Scout, comes to Spy for advice a fair bit.  whether it be calls just so she can vent about something while she’s doing a job, or taking him on missions with her because she needs someone physically there for her

Spy hates how much she works, he respects that she’s just very work-driven and prefers to be doing something at all times but he doesn’t like it.  he thinks that she should have more time off for all the work she single-handedly does for this company

Pauling is a nail-biter and Spy keeps taking her to a nail salon to try and get something on them to deter her from doing that.  it always ends up in Spy getting a manicure and Pauling just spinning in a chair next to him, ranting about her day

Pauling drunkenly told Spy once that she thinks Scout’s Ma is hot but she has no memory of that night and he doesn’t plan on ever thinking about it again himself, thank you

Spy takes her shopping when he gets the chances to, he knows she won’t go otherwise and it gives them time to hang out that isn’t work-related.  she’ll follow him around and talk while he picks out things for her to try on in the dressing room

a lot of their friendship is Pauling talking 90% of the time because she doesn’t have anyone else she can talk to and Spy just listening while they do things together.  she’ll talk about anything; venting about something, to mundane everyday stuff, to just nothing in general she just wants to talk because it’s been days since she’s seen another living person

[mxpseudonym]

The Jaded Hour

Pairing: Luca Changretta x Male OC (or characterized reader)

Reader Gender Expression: he/him pronouns, gay man

Summary: How long has Luca known that The Jaded Hour is a gay bar and why does he go there so often?

Length: 1679

Warnings:

Ask : So my little idea was, Luca, wearing a very nice fashionable red tie and going to a speakeasy, to you know get himself a nice little drink, and has the nice red tie, and gets a few long stares, before someone comes up to him, real friendly fellow whos chatting, asking where he got it or something, they talk, he buys Luca some drinks, he's being nice, and maybe flirting slowly, general stuff, slowly flirting, Luca gets confused and tries to explain he's not into that(he is he's in deep catholic guilt denial about it) but they point out the tie and all that, something happens, maybe they just talk, maybe a kiss or two, something I dunno..

A/N: I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! I didn’t know how to end it without writing a whole five-part series about their relationship, so hopefully, it doesn’t feel too abrupt. Also, I took some liberties.

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Despite its name, The Jaded Hour was neither a bitter nor worn-out place. It was simply an indulgent speakeasy in the discreet red district of New York that stayed open until 4 am while other above-board establishments were long closed. The Jaded Hour had the means others did not: a high-end guest list, an insomniac bartender, and a frequenting Changretta.

It was the last point that made staying open late a necessity. When Luca snuck away from his responsibilities, it was to make it to The Jaded Hour at 3:30 am in time for the last call. Yet Albert the bartender never griped at him. Even when it was the two of them after 4 am hit, Albert cleaned slowly and enjoyed the conversation, usually.

“I’m telling you, this Count of Monte Cristo thing is incredible,” Luca insisted. His voice was gravelly from the late hour, cigarettes, and old-fashioned, but it added to the ambiance. Meanwhile, Albert raised a tired eyebrow at him while he polished his last crystal glasses.

“You give everyone a reading list?”

“Just you, so you can tell me what you think. I wanna know.”

Albert sighed and looked at the clock.

“Well, I don’t know when I’m going to fit in reading books.”

“All the nights I’m not keeping you up, give yourself something to do,” Luca insisted once more.

“Fine. Fine, I’ll let you know what I think.” Albert couldn’t hide his grin as Luca took a victory swig of his cocktail and then reached for his coat.

“Perfect. Hey, thanks for letting me keep you up all this time, I appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem.”

“Good. Oh yeah, I took care of Jaded’s rent again this month, hope you don’t mind.” Luca winked, not even letting Albert’s protests reach his ears. Albert looked around the empty bar in disbelief, but only for a moment before laughing.

“That bastard!"

--

Thursday nights were when the red district was at its worst, which meant it was the best night for a thrill. People poured in and out of the brothels and smokey restaurants, with no exception for The Jaded Hour. Albert’s excellent hearing and lip reading saved him and his bartending apprentice as men shouted over each other and the live music at the bar. The music wasn’t his favorite, but it was worth it for the explosion in purchases and tips for the night. But what made it special was that, in many circles, The Jaded Hour was known as the best gay bar in the city.

It wasn’t purposeful, really. But Albert’s acceptance of all to the bar and his dutiful matchmaker capabilities were coveted. Men of all kinds, macho to elegant, blue-collar workers to elected officials, stopped by with a request: could you let me know if you meet anyone for me? And his matches, though simple suggestions at most, were always excellent. Thursdays were a game of rapid-fire hookups, with pointed looks between Albert and those who found someone in the crowd who intrigued them. With a slight nod or shake of the head, Albert gave his recommendations left and right until the sun came up. He had seen it all at this point, and all was well.

Or so he thought.

Albert wasn’t blind. Luca Changretta was a whole package: tall, handsome, smart, and witty. Was he a mama’s boy? Yes. Was his family one of the most notorious mafia rings in the city? OF course. But tall and handsome covered a multitude of sins, even if he was straight. Something Albert was sure of until the very moment the man who was several hours too early for their usual meeting sauntered in. Albert nearly dropped his glass as Luca found his way to the bar.

“Surprised to see me that much? You look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Luca chuckled as he pulled off his suit jacket.

“No, I just am, oh!” Albert nearly jumped when his eyes traveled to the red silk hanging around Luca’s neck. There was no scenario in which Albert could see Luca knowing red ties were the flashing signal to other men that he was open, and then Luca wearing it anyway. On a Thursday. Unless he… no. “That tie you’re wearing? It’s nice.’

“Yeah, I wanted to try something new,” Luca said immediately as if his response was ready. Albert squinted at him for a moment, perhaps a physical attempt to read between the lines.

“I don’t,”

“Here!” A call from the other side of the bar ripped Albert out of his trance, and he left the delicate silk a mystery. The next half hour was a lesson in patience. How many men could send looks of inquiry to just one lone man sitting at the end of the bar? Luca probably caught this much attention everywhere. With every shake of his head, Albert felt his teeth grind. What he couldn’t do, however, is not accept the money when someone sent over a drink.

Albert placed a glass in front of Luca. He ignored the eyebrow raise as he poured the finger of scotch to perfection. He looked at Luca then huffed out a laugh.

“It’s from the man over there,” Albert informed him, nodding in the direction of the sender. “His name is Devin and he’s actually quite nice. He’s also on his way over.”

If Albert could have stayed glued to the conversation he would have, but an influx of people poured into the bar and a fight almost broke out. Every time Albert looked in Luca’s direction, there was a different man. What exactly was he looking for? Albert started giving the go-ahead to those who inquired about his late-night friend, but none of them seemed to work out. Just when Albert was going to give the go-ahead again, Luca stood and sent him a salute before heading out.

It’s not that Albert thought he’d never see Luca again, he just didn’t expect to see him six hours later. Passing Albert’s apprentice on his way in, Luca came in at 4 am with no fear that Albert would kick him out, and he didn’t.

“This really is the best place and time,” Luca mused, looking around at the beautifully empty bar. Albert was already making an old-fashioned when the teasing started.

“Heartbreaker,” Albert teased, “I didn’t know that you enjoyed fruitcake or that you were so picky. Not that I’m sure you know what happened.” The drink was placed before him, and Luca drank half immediately.

“Oh yeah, I picked up on that pretty quickly.” He chuckled. “I didn’t realize there were so many codes.”

“There are, and you chose quite the day to get tripped up in it.” Albert laughed, leaning against the bar.

“It was interesting. I’ve never been interested in men before, but that wasn’t half bad.”

“Really? We get all kinds around here: married ones, ones who like straight men, some who like all types.” Albert listed them off. “I can play matcher for you?”

“Can’t I keep coming here to be with you like this instead? I don’t need a red tie for that, do I?” Luca snipped. Albert just blinked at him. What was this about?

“Not really, not when it’s just me.”

“Just you?” Luca scoffed. “What’s your type?”

“Hm?”

Luca reached up and pulled on Albert’s collar, making the grown man gasp. It took a moment to understand that Luca was thumbing the red pin Albert put on his lapel every now and again. Was it possible that Luca knew what he was doing?

Albert was about to scold him for confusing language when his eyes fell on the chain that was around Luca’s neck. If it was a familiar gold that Albert saw often, at the end of it was the crucifix. He sighed, the Catholics had a specific talent for making bad flirts. He reached for the brandy and took Luca in. There was, also, the possibility that he was wrong and that Luca would deck him. Still, he gathered the strength.

“That’s a good question. I keep finding people I’m not allowed to like.”

“Who is it, exactly, that you aren’t allowed to like? And why did you keep sending me those guys back there? You want to set me up?” Luca accused, not shying away from eye contact like Albert wished he would for just a second, just to let him cool down.

“It sounds like there’s something you want to tell me,” Albert said slowly while reaching up to grab Luca’s hand.

“I’ve never been attracted to men.”

“Okay.”

“But I think we’ve got somethin’ and I want to go after it. But if you’ve got some other idea,”

“You’re the person I can’t like. Because until 7 hours ago I thought you were straight,” Albert explained then leaned closer. “I’m going to kiss you, and you can do with that what you will.”

His lips were on Luca’s before the gangster could say anything, but it only took a second for their lips to slide against each other with equal vigor. Albert could definitively say it was the best kiss he’d ever had, with all of Luca’s pent-up emotion pouring into it. Albert’s hands curled into fists when he felt a hand in his hair and a nip at his bottom lip that was quickly soothed with Luca’s tongue.

“Does this mean you’ll read all of my books?” Luca murmured when he pulled back for a moment. Albert nodded dumbly.

“I mean, I was already going to read them, but goddamn.”

“Good, I’ve got a whole library.”

>> Luca Changretta Masterlist <<

>> Mx’s Main Masterlist <<

>> Mx’s Peaky Blinders Masterlist <<

[prdsd4na]

(i don't want to get my hopes up and get dissapointed because it definitely won't happen but) what if porsche is already bisexual and doesn't discover his sexuality because of his feelings for kinn?

often in movies and tv shows and mostly in bls (even if kinnporsche isn't just a bl) bisexuality doesn’t exist and if it does it's never the default sexuality of a character but most of the time it is a mean to justify the fact that a character develops feelings for someone of the same sex and writers don’t want to make the character fully gay but because they moved on from the 'i only like you' trope that's the only alternative and even so it is not a sexuality that gets to be under the spotlight so it would be very interesting to make this kind of approch considering the fact that kinn is openly gay without it being the main point of the story and considering the direction the series in general is taking in terms of differences from other shows of the same genre maybe it can happen?

i mean the kiss we got in episode 3 was mutual kinn didn't force himself on porsche and porsche responded to the kiss very actively without questioning it or backing up and yes they were both drunk (porsche more than kinn, yes) but they didn't kiss out of the blue they are both grown men they can kiss while being drunk and without having their feelings for each other yet sorted out there was a very deep conversation between them before the kiss and they both let their guards down showing their vulnerable sides so they clearly knew what they were doing and even if we don't know what happens next and the trailer for episode 4 is misleading as usual we have the scene in the official trailer where porsche seems to be talking to pete(?) and says 'do you think someone who doesn't like each can ever kiss?' that i think we'll get next episode and will be most definitely connected to the kiss of episode 3 because i don’t think it wouldn't make sense to have that moment in another context and anyway it seems like the kind of question you would ask because you kissed your boss more than that it was a kiss with a man so it really doesn't seem to be a question leading to a sexual awakening ????

i don't know it would be so nice if porsche is made bisexual from the start and not as a realization following the kiss ??? i haven't read the novel and i don't think i will and i don't want spoilers but every post about kinnporsche on the tag refers to porsche as bisexual and always addressing it more as a discovery he makes after he starts to get feelings for kinn and yes that's nice too but it would be so much better if the writers made him bisexual from the start ??? because we’re used to bisexuals finding out they’re bisexual but we never see bisexuals being bisexual and proud and it’s unusual to have bisexual protagonists in stories more so bisexuals who are already confident about their sexuality and in doing so we wouldn't get lost in the troubling times that come with questioning your sexuality and actually we would get a character thriving in his sexuality most importantly bisexuality that is something we don't see often in media in general and being embraced naturally in particular and until it's confirmed nor denied in the series i'll keep believe that lol i mean porsche already acts like a chaotic bisexual so we will see + we also saw him having sex(?) with a woman in episode 1 something that could actually parallel the kiss with kinn in episode 3 used to show that indeed he likes both men and women something that often happens in shows when they want to showcase the bisexuality of a character

also i hope we won't get the usual trope kinn remembers porsche doesn't because if porsche indeed remembers everything it would make the situation so much more interesting with the gazes and the awkward silence when they’re in the same room and the homoerotism of it all and it would make the kiss less of a simple drunk kiss but it would add depth as the first steps of the developing of their relationship as it was their first kiss so it would be nice to see porsche faking that he doesn't remember and continuing to act in a silly goofy mood while kinn kind of watches him from the side questioning if porsche remembers or not pondering if he wants to talk to him about it or not and then actually realizing that maybe porsche actually remembers because we know porsche can't be very subtle and then we’d have them talk it out somehow because i'd like to think that the scene before the kiss with them talking so comfortably to each other can be seen as an anticipation of how actually their relationship will unfold with good communication between them ???

[engie-ivy]

Marlene’s little brother has a thing for Sirius, because who doesn't have a thing for Sirius? Marlene is freaking out, and everyone thinks it's just hilarious. Remus would've thought it was hilarious too, had Marlene’s little brother not been very close in age, cute, witty, and oh so bloody charming.

Somewhat longer fic that will be added to my Crush Confessions Series! 3756 words, so not that long. Wolfstar Fluff, of course😎

Muggle Charms

James Potter’s garden party is the event of the summer. Everyone gets together at the Potter estate for a day of listening to music, swimming in the lake (yes, there’s a lake on the grounds of the Potter estate), and playing friendly Quidditch matches. Mrs Potter walks around with all sorts of delicious foods, James and Sirius fly their brooms above the lake and make bets who dares to jump off from the greatest height, Mary and Emmeline are sunbathing and make bets who will need to be healed first.

It had started the summer after first year with just the four Marauders, but every year, their number has grown, and this year is the largest group thus far.

Marlene McKinnon is last to arrive, and, as usual, her arrival doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Everyone, come meet my little brother!” She shouts across the field.

The McKinnons have four children. Marlene’s mother and two of her siblings are Muggles, while the rest have magical abilities. Marlene’s sister is the oldest of the siblings. She’s a Muggle who works as a primary school teacher. Despite growing up with a father who’s a wizard, she has always felt slightly uncomfortable around magic, but she loves her family fiercely and is very protective over her younger siblings. As she’s much older than Marlene, she has always been more like a second mother.

Next comes Marlene’s older brother, who’s wizard, but has finished Hogwarts long ago. He now works in the Sales Department for a company that develops novel potions against levitation- and portkey-sickness. According to Marlene he’s a serious businessman by day, and a giant goofball by night.

Last is Marlene’s younger brother. He’s a Muggle, but where Marlene’s sister likes to pretend magic doesn’t exist, he thinks it mighty fascinating. He and Marlene are incredibly close, writing each other constantly and hanging out as often as they can when Marlene was home from Hogwarts. She has never brought him to James’ garden party, though. He works in the Food Service Industry, and the bright summer days on which James plans his parties are the days on which he most likely has to work. This year, however, he had managed to get the day off.

The first thing Remus thinks is that the McKinnons have good genes. He can’t really tell which of the two siblings is older, which means they must be very close in age. The boy has the same thick, blond hair and bright blue eyes as Marlene, as well as the same freckles from the sun. He’s short for a guy, barely taller than Marlene, but he’s quite muscular, with broad shoulders. All in all, Marlene’s younger brother is a very cute guy.

“Everyone, this is Miles!” Marlene says, when everyone has gathered around. “Let’s see... Here we have James Potter, he’s the host.”

Miles grins at James. “Some house you’ve got here, mate. Thanks for having me!”

James grins back and lifts his beer. “Cheers, mate!”

“James is Lily’s boyfriend,” Marlene says. “You’ve already met Lily-” Miles gives Lily a warm smile “-and of course you know Dorcas.”

“Hullo Dorky.”

“Hiya Miley.”

“And here we have my other girls, Alice Fortescue, Mary McDonald and Emmeline Vance.” Marlene points each of the girls out, and Miles gives them all a friendly nod.

“And these two are the Prewetts, Fabian and Gideon- don’t worry about who’s who, none of us actually knows.”

“Oi!”

“And this is Caradoc Dearborn, and this Benjy Fenwick, so miraculously you’re not the shortest guy here.”

“Marlene!”

“And here we have the rest of the renegades, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black.”

The chance in Miles is instant.

The polite smile he was wearing turns into a coy smile, as he gives Sirius a not-so-subtle once-over, though Remus doesn’t think it was ever meant to be subtle. Miles takes a step forward towards Sirius. “Well, hello there.”

Remus can’t blame him. He would’ve reacted the same had he been in Miles’ position (alright, maybe he would’ve turned into a blushing, stuttering mess and forget his own name if he were suddenly faced with a guy like Sirius, instead of step forward with an enticing smile and flirtatious greeting, but that’s beside the point). Sirius looks bloody amazing. His swimming trunks are clinging to his legs, and his damp hair is hanging over his bare chest, with little droplets dripping down his muscular body.

Sirius grins knowingly at Miles. “Hi.”

Marlene’s head whirls around from Miles to Sirius to Miles and back to Sirius, so fast Remus worries she might get a whiplash.

“No,” she says. “No, nope, uh-uh, absolutely not. Not. Happening. No.”

She steps between her brother and Sirius, facing the latter, and jabbing a finger against his chest. “You are not going to try anything on my little brother, got it?”

Sirius holds up his hands and takes a step back. “I only said hi.”

Marlene looks at him suspiciously, like she suspects Sirius saying hi is some sort of secret seduction technique (which would actually explain a lot).

“C’mon Marls.” Miles moves to stand next to his sister, and throws an arm over her shoulder. He winks at Sirius. “We all just want to have a good time, don’t we?”

Marlene’s face is getting more red by the second. Her fingers are clutching her cardboard plate, causing it to rumple. She’s clenching her jaw, while intently staring at the pair a bit further on the field.

“I can’t bloody believe it,” she hisses. “If Black thinks I’ll let him hook up with my little brother, he has another thing coming!”

Miles had managed to catch Sirius when he went to grab a drink, and they have been chatting apart from the rest of the group for about half an hour now, to Marlene’s great distress, and everyone else’s amusement. Well, everyone else except for Remus, but he thinks he’s been hiding it quite well.

Remus doesn’t know how the guy does it, but Miles somehow manages to stand closer and closer to Sirius. He’s looking up at him through his lashes, with those big blue eyes and that damned smile, sometimes even going as far as to bite his lip. Sirius has definitely been blushing at some point!

While Remus is the only one who can emphasize with Marlene’s distress over the situation, he really doesn’t like how she’s blaming it all on Sirius, while evidently its her brother who’s acting like a little minx.

“Honestly, Marlene,” Lily says, shaking her head. “Didn’t you talk to Miles about there being an incredibly hot, single gay guy present?”

Remus agrees. Marlene should’ve known what would happen when she decided to introduce her brother to Sirius! You cannot bring him here knowing Sirius is looking like he does, and expect him not to react!

Marlene huffs indignantly. “My little brother is a precious angel who’s not interested in such a thing as ‘hot, single men’!”

Lily looks at Miles and Sirius. Miles seems to be laughing at something Sirius said, and touches his upper arm while doing so, letting his hand slide down Sirius’ bicep. Lily turns her head back to Marlene and raises her eyebrow.

Marlene just folds her arms over her chest and pointedly looks away.

Later, when Miles reaches up to brush a strand of hair from Sirius’ face, Marlene’s face has taken on a more purple colour. By this time, she has started angrily chewing on her cardboard plate.

Luckily, everyone’s too busy making fun of Marlene to notice Remus looks like he’s going to be sick.

Normally, a day at the Potter estate flies by, but Remus is positive this day lasts at least three times as long. But Remus has been getting through it. He hopes that after today, he won’t see Miles McKinnon of ever again. Well, he mostly hopes Sirius won’t see Miles McKinnon ever again, he can admit that . To himself, that is.

Currently, he’s sitting down with James, having a butterbeer. Just when he thinks he might make it through these last hours without further additions to his misery, Marlene comes striding their way, Dorcas on her heels.

“Potter,” she says, stopping in front of them and placing her fists on her hips. “You’ve got something I need, and I want it now!”

“Sorry McKinnon,” James says with a smirk. “I’m a one woman man.”

“In your dreams, you wanker,” Marlene snaps. “You’ve got an Invisibility Cloak, no?”

James takes off his glasses and starts polishing them with his robes. “I may or may not possess such a thing.”

Marlene rolls her eyes. “After seven years of going to school with you, I think I can safely say that you do. Well, I need you to use it. Miles asked Black to take him on a tour around the lake.” She scrunches up her nose. “And you have to follow them so you can report back to me whether Black has kept his paws off of my little brother!”

“More the other way around,” Remus mutters, but Marlene hears and glares at him.

“My sweet and innocent little brother would never do such a thing! He simply... wants to see the surroundings and needs Black for directions.”

Dorcas throws her head back and cackles loudly. “The only directions your ‘sweet and innocent little brother’ is interested in, is the fastest way to get into Sirius Black’s pants!”

Marlene directs a deadly glare at her.

Just when Remus thinks at least Dorcas knows what she’s talking about, she continues. “C’mon Marls, Miles can make his own decisions. Let the boys have some fun!”

Let the boys have some fun? That’s not a good idea! That’s the opposite of a good idea! That’s a terrible idea!

“Well,” Remus says, managing to sound surprisingly calm. “We’re on Mr and Mrs Potter’s property, and Miles has only just been introduced to the gang. I mean, he and Sirius barely know each other. I’d say it’d be rather inappropriate if something happens between them here and now. You don’t want Marlene’s brother to give off the wrong impression.”

James sighs. “What if I lend you the Invisibility Cloak, and you can follow them yourself?”

“Oh, no!” Marlene holds up her hands and takes a step back. “There are certain things I don’t ever want to see my little brother do, or hear my little brother say. If I were to... accidentally stumble upon them, I’d either have to Obliviate myself, or be scarred for life.”

Remus snorts. Not so sure about her brother being so innocent after all, is she?

“Well, Padfoot’s my brother!” James argues.

“Remember when I put in a good word for you with Lily, and finally got her to agree to go on a date with you?” Marlene plays her final card, and effectively.

“Fine!” James puts down his butterbeer and gets up. “Remus, let’s go.”

“What? Me? Why?”

“Because you got me into this, Mr ‘it’d be inappropriate’. And besides, I’ll feel like some perverted Peeping Tom spying on them alone.”

“So better to have two Peeping Toms?” Remus argues, but he knows it’s an argument he’s not going to win.

That’s how Remus finds himself in the place he wants to be least of all, crouched down under the Invisibility Cloak with James, and, after casting a quick Silencio over their footsteps, following on Sirius and Miles on their ‘casual, totally not romantic, definitely not a date’ stroll.

“-and once I’ve gained enough experience, I’d like to come back to London and open my own restaurant!” Miles finishes.

“That’s amazing, Miles!” Sirius exclaims. “I’ll definitely frequent!”

“As long as you don’t expect any free food just because you’re so handsome,” Miles teases.

Sirius gasps in pretend-shock. “I would never use my looks for such purposes!”

“Right,” Miles chuckles. “You be careful, Sirius Black. A face like yours is a powerful weapon.”

“Wow,” James whispers admiringly. “He’s good!”

Remus grits his teeth. Of bloody course Miles McKinnon is all charming and smooth, chatting Sirius up.

“What about you?” Miles asks. “What are your plans for the future, now that you’re some kind of strong and powerful wizard?”

“I’m starting my Healer training soon!” Sirius beams, and Remus can’t help but smile at the pride in his voice.

“That’s... like a doctor, right?” Miles asks.

“Yeah,” Sirius replies. “But without the cutting people open.” He shudders. “Definitely no cutting people open.”

“Oi!” Miles protests, bumping his shoulder against Sirius. “Doctors cut people open to save lives, you know. They don’t do it for a laugh.”

“I’m sorry!” Sirius quickly says. “I didn’t mean to offend. It’s actually very impressive what Muggle doctors can do without magic, and the things they’ve come up with! I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s alright,” Miles says, glancing at Sirius. “Don’t worry about it.”

Sirius smiles sheepishly. “Sorry. It’s just... I was raised in this really conservative pureblood Wizarding family. I’m always afraid I’ll say something Muggle-phobic without realising.”

“It’s okay, it wasn’t that bad, honestly.”

“Good,” Sirius says, relieved. “I’m just... trying to be better.”

Miles smiles softly at him. “Just the fact that you’re trying already makes you better.”

They walk in comfortable silence for a moment, until Miles speaks again. “That must’ve been hard though, growing up in a family like that. Marlene already mentioned you’re living here now. Is that why?”

Sirius nods. “I ran away from home the summer before. Best decision I’ve ever made.” There’s a tightness in his voice, though, and an emotion in his eyes that makes Remus want to run towards him and pull him into a hug.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” Miles says sincerely. Then he gives Sirius a teasing smile. “Though I must say, it’s a good look on you, the whole ‘sexy rebel’-thing.”

Sirius barks a laugh, and the pained expression slides off his face. “Well, I’m glad my issues at least fit my anaesthetic!”

Remus doesn’t know whether he wants to bless Miles McKinnon for being able to turn Sirius’ mood around and make him smile, or whether he wants to curse Miles McKinnon for being able to turn Sirius’ mood around and make him smile.

“I bet you love provoking your family, don’t you?” Miles asks.

“That might just be my most favourite pastime,” Sirius replies sincerely.

Suddenly, Miles stops walking, so Sirius stops as well and turns back to face him.

Miles takes a step towards him. “I bet it would really provoke your family if you were to make out with a boy, a Muggle boy at that.”

Sirius swallows and his face slightly flushes. “That... That’ll definitely do the trick, yeah.”

Miles comes even closer, now almost standing chest-to-chest with Sirius, and he tilts his head up and leans in.

James still looks mighty impressed with Miles’ flirting tactics, while Remus wonders if the sound of his heart shattering might give them away.

Suddenly, Sirius steps back. “Wait, stop. I... I can’t.”

Miles looks disappointed, but not too shocked. “Why not?” He asks. Then he jabs his finger against Sirius’ chest, much like his sister did earlier. “And I swear to god, Sirius Black, if it’s because I’m a Muggle you can stick that wand of yours up your-”

“No, no, no!” Sirius quickly says, whilst letting out a breathless laugh. “It’s not you, really, it’s me.”

Miles gives Sirius a stern look, while placing his fists on his hips, making Remus wonder whether they’re sure Marlene and Miles aren’t twins. “If you’re gonna give me that lame excuse, at least elaborate what it is about ‘not me, but you’ that makes you reject me. I mean, I’m not proposing a marriage here!”

Sirius sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “There’s... someone else. I mean, there’s not really, I don’t have someone else, but I have feelings for someone else. So therefore this-” He gestures between himself and Miles. “Just doesn’t feel right.”

Remus exchanges a look with James, who looks just as stunned as he is by this information.

Miles, though, just folds his arms over his chest and looks at Sirius thoughtfully for a moment. “So, Lupin then?”

Remus freezes. What? Him? Oh no. He’s not sure he can bear to hear Sirius’ denial. ‘Lupin? Remus? No, of course not! What in Godric’s name gave you that idea? Why the hell would I fancy Remus?’

However, Sirius just sighs and looks down at his shoes. “I’m that obvious, huh?”

Remus stares dumbfounded. It’s... true? He feels an eruption of butterflies in his stomach. Well, he always feels some butterflies when he sees Sirius, but now it’s like all those butterflies had babies, and those babies had babies again, creating an immense flutter.

“Nah,” Miles says. “If I had known for sure, I wouldn’t have made a move. I only had a suspicion, but I decided to take a chance anyway. I’m not too surprised by this turn of events, though.”

“It’s really the only reason,” Sirius says. “Because you’re bloody great, you know that? You’re gonna make some guy really happy one day. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”

Miles groans. “ ‘Its not you, it’s me’, ‘anyone would be lucky to have you’. Shall we go before you start telling me we can still be friends?”

Sirius grins. “Normally I’d suggest we at least pretend to have had a good snog, just to see if Marlene’s face can get any more purple, but I don’t want to give Remus the wrong impression. Not that he’d care,” he adds with a mutter.

Miles stops walking again. “What? Are you seri- No, Marlene warned me not to say that. Really?”

Sirius just blinks at him.

Miles shakes his head. “I mean, you asked if you were being obvious, well, you were nothing compared to Lupin. Although, that could just be me. I couldn’t help but notice when he’s looking at me like he wants me to catch fire every time I come near you. Wait. You wizards can actually do that, can’t you?”

Remus huffs. He wouldn’t have actually set Miles on fire! At least he doesn’t think so.

Sirius frowns at Miles. “You must be mistaken. Remus is nothing but pure kindness! He always makes everyone feel welcome! You can’t help but like Remus!”

A warm feeling spreads through Remus’ chest.

Miles just looks at Sirius, shaking his head. “You’re actually in love, aren’t you?”

Sirius blushes and looks away.

“Well,” Miles says. “You should tell him how you feel. He clearly feels the same. Then you can both stop this pining.”

James, who just had to process the shock of one of his best friends fancying another one of his best friends, now has to process the shock of his best friends fancying each other. He’s staring at Remus, and consequently trips over a rock. He does manage to catch is balance, but he lets out a loud yelp.

Miles stares at the empty spot behind them on the path, surprised, but Sirius’ eyes narrow in suspicion. He lifts his wand, and the next moment a gush of wind blows the Invisibility Cloak off of Remus and James.

To his credit, Miles recovers pretty quickly from seeing two people appear seemingly out of nowhere, including the person they were just talking about. He blinks a couple of times, then says “I suppose this works as well.”

Remus and Sirius are just staring at each other.

“Uhm...” James says. “I was sent here by miss McKinnon to escort the younger McKinnon back to the estate.” Because apparently awkward situations make him talk like he’s an eighteen century nobleman. “Off we go, young lad.”

Miles doesn’t protest when James grabs his arm and starts dragging him away, but he does turn around to give Sirius a thumbs up.

“We were sent here by McKinnon,” Remus quickly says, when he and Sirius are alone. “She wanted to know if anything would happen between you and her brother.” Remus takes a deep breath. “And maybe I wanted to know if anything would happen between you and him myself as well,” he says softly.

“Were you jealous?” Sirius asks. It sounds curious, not angry, judgemental or smug, just curious.

Still, Remus can’t help but pout, and he looks away. “Of course I was jealous. Bloody Miles McKinnon, with his big blue eyes, batting those ridiculously long eyelashes at you, and being all cute, and witty, and charming.”

“You know, if you want Miles to snog you instead, you should hurry and you can probably still catch him,” Sirius says irritably.

“No!” Remus quickly says. “No. I just mean, I wish it was me. When he calls you handsome, when he brushes your hair away from your face, when he leans in to kiss you... I wish it was me doing those things.”

“Why don’t you?” Sirius whispers, staring at Remus intently.

“Because!” Remus says desperately. “Because I know how to be your friend, but if I even think about flirting with you, I turn into an awkward, rambling mess.”

The only thing that can possibly be going through Sirius’ mind right now is how the hell he let the sexy, confident, flirtatious boy walk away, to be stuck with the flustered heap of awkwardness that is Remus Lupin.

Remus stares down at his shoes. “I mean, I like you a lot, and also because I feel comfortable around you, I do, but when it comes to flirting, I suddenly get scared that you’ll laugh at me or something. I even think it’d be easier if you weren’t my friend, if we didn’t know each other so well. Then maybe I could-”

Remus stops talking when Sirius gently cups his cheek and tilts his head up. Slowly, ever so slowly, he leans in, giving Remus enough time to pull away had he wanted to. Which, for the record, he absolutely doesn’t. Sirius presses their lips together. And it’s...

Well, it’s not awkward at all.

It’s fireworks, and symphonies, and the sun breaking through the clouds. It’s a sense of belonging, and knowing all is right with the world, and a feeling of coming home.

Both boys are a little out of breath when they pull back, more because of the intense emotions than because the kiss had been that passionate.

“See?” Sirius smiles at Remus. “If I want you to stop rambling, I can always just... interrupt.”

“Rude,” Remus mutters, before pulling Sirius back into another kiss.