After the events of Spring Break and long before either of them even consider dating, Steve and Eddie become friends. Eddie shares his weed and buys them alcohol, Steve provides food and a place for Wayne and Eddie to crash for awhile, and Robin kind of freeloads on everything (although she considers her witty one-liners and company payment enough). Even still though, it takes more than just friendship to force Steve to join a DnD campaign.
With the departure of Grant, Jeff, and Gareth from the Hellfire club, the Party is woefully short on manpower. Will joins and Eleven tries too but even with the addition of their two characters, the Party isn’t strong enough to survive Eddie’s devious campaigns. So they target Steve. Between Eddie’s pleading puppy dog eyes and the endless pestering of the kids, Steve joins. Initially, he’s hesitant. He thinks he’s only going to play a handful of games to get the kids back on their feet before parting with them. But then he discovers that he’s good at it. He discovers that he enjoys flirting with the NPCs and annoying the shit out of his fellow characters. He likes saving the kids and watching their backs in fights all too reminiscent of the Upside Down. It makes him feel useful, needed, wanted.
Most of all though, he likes seeing how his words affect Eddie. He starts looking forward to seeing the blank look on Eddie’s face when he does something he’s not expecting, forcing Eddie to dive into the very depths of his imagination. Steve likes seeing Eddie’s lips quirk into a smirk when his flirts land their mark. He imagines kissing the quirk away until those very same lips are bruised red with burst capillaries. He wants to see Eddie’s smile directed at him for every moment of everyday, not just from behind the Dungeon Master’s partition or on a dinner date with Robin. Steve wants to hear Eddie’s husky voice explain his plans for DnD while they cuddle in bed hiding from the cold Indiana winter (although he would never admit something so nerdy to anyone). His thoughts and Eddie’s reactions to his admittedly mediocre flirting only makes Steve like playing DnD with him more.
He especially enjoys the day when all the flirting finally leads Eddie to corner him once the kids leave to ask him out on a proper date (or in their case, Cheetos and strawberry milkshakes on the roof of Eddie’s van while watching snowflakes fall from frozen clouds). In hindsight, it only made him wish he’d joined the nerdy dragon club sooner. Maybe then he could’ve been kissing Eddie Munson for years by then. Steve guesses he’d just have to keep Eddie around for years to come.
going to beso honest like righr now, lime COMELTY honest righr now, i actually do not care for tadc lime .. at all .. it is not a show id usually watch and when it does come out i will probably not watch ir unless im feing like watching ragapom moments i guess ? it juat isnr sowmthing i actually care aboit .. so sorry to you all i am actually not a tadc fan 💔 heartbreaking im sure, i juat am a daily distrubutor for ragapom art
ive heard about it rhoifh from posts ? the like princesss of sweets or soemthig, she seems pretty i guess ?? sowmrhing aboit pomni beong jelaous for ragatba and the sweets princess, old woman yuri idonrknkw my sources are from gay artists but looks good o guess 👍 im sure it will be fun !
ramblings on Li Ming (and Heart) and homosexuality
moonlight chicken has so many things to offer in terms of technical beauty and interesting themes but what i cannot stop thinking about is the different ways they approach homosexuality in the story.
we have Wen who has a rainbow flag on his desk and pictures of him and Alan on the wall. Wen, who openly flirts with Jim and has no qualms talking openly about his one night stand. Wen, whose step father knows about his sexuality and is close enough with him to discuss his love life.
Kaipa we don’t know too much about. But his mom knows and is supportive and some of the vendors and the chicken family seem to know. But if anyone was questioning in what reality this show is set with all the class discussion and corona featuring, his part of the story shows that homophobia exists and he is worried about how he fits in with his own family, the expectations of his mother and possible the awareness that he makes the family he has “different”.
Jim is arguably even more visibly gay than Wen in terms of what we see throughout the show. He opened the shop with his ex, they prayed at the temple together and even though he objected due to proprities sake eventually they loudly declared their love to each other and the whole neighbourhood knows. Wen somehow feels like he is living in the remnants of a bubble: his circle of friends seems very queer, his closest friend and the whole gym seem to be all part of that as well. This only might change now with him questioning his work and breaking up with Alan: some gatherings he won’t attend anymore apparently.
And finally, we have Li Ming. At school he doesn’t seem to open up to his classmates on most things and additionally is in the closet. While there wasn’t anything alluding to homophobic rethoric being spread at school we can see how the heteronormativity gets to him and feel that there must be good reason as to why no one knows. And it could just be how Li Ming is judging the situation based on vibes, we don’t know. His mother is or at least was homophobic but at the same time he is raised by his gay uncle who is surrounded by other gay people. And I love how it feels like this might have given him enough security to be comfortable with his own sexuality but how it also isn’t enough to shield him from the world at large.
With so many great shows coming out of Thailand and most of them getting more and more political it just feels so real and 2023 to me that Li Ming is part of a generation that knows who they are but still have to battle with the shadow that homophobia has cast way before they were born.
She had resigned herself to apathy – to burying her love beneath the cold, hard soil and letting it rot amongst the graves of a long dead civilization, burned to ash in only a day. Yet how quickly it all fell apart in her hands, slipping through her fingers like sand, no matter how desperately she tried to cling to it.
Was she not diligent enough? Was she so weak that she faltered at the first person who showed her genuine trust and affection? Had all her work been for naught?
A part of her revolts – the same woman who watched the sky burn and the ground beneath her feet crumble into ash. It would be so easy to wrap her hands around your delicate throat, to squeeze until you finally saw her as the monster she knew she has always been.
Yet she doesn't think she could. The look of betrayal, of fear..oh, it would ruin her, she knows.
Perhaps that makes her weak. Perhaps you have made her weak.
Perhaps she does not mind as much as she should.
You trust her, after all – enough to sleep in her bed like she couldn't just kill you before you ever knew what was happening to you. Your body was so..fragile, in this mortal shell you descended in. How easy it would be to snuff out your life, here and now.
Yet she doesn't.
Instead, she looks at you like an old lover – with all the love of a woman who had died in the ashes of a dying civilization, of a woman who thought she could love no longer. Emotions she fought so hard to suppress well up in her chest and fill the empty space where she knows her heart should beat. Try as she might – and oh, how she tries – she can never quite stem the affection that consumes her every waking moment when she sees you.
It is like an addiction that she cannot rid herself of, no matter how she tries. She always finds herself back at square one – back to you.
Her hand lingers against your cheek, undue affection filling the empty spaces in her chest until she feels like cannot breathe. She traces her hand along your jaw, her vision narrowed on the softness of your lips.
Yet that same thought rises unbidden to the forefront of her thoughts. Love was a dangerous thing – you both knew that. To let it fester and rot her from within..she would be throwing her plans out the window, and for what?
Because she was too weak? Because the affection and trust in your eyes whenever your looked at her made her feel whole, like she was more then just an Archon playing God with the fate of the world?
You do not even stir as her thoughts toil like a brewing storm. She swallows the lump in her throat, removing her hand like she'd just touched a piece of hot metal. A part of her still screams that it's for the best, that you've corrupted her enough, torn apart her plans in the span of a week, a mere blink in time..
But it goes silent as she leans in, pressing her lips to your cheek. She will not let the thought fester, tonight – she will let herself be weak, if only for another day. If only to covet the affection that she finds herself drowning in for just another day.
And when you stir, she pretends that she had never thought of it at all, that she has only ever known love with you. Even if her heart that does not beat leaves a stabbing pain in her chest in the agony of knowing that even this is futile..
She lets you wake, let's the recognition and the affection fill your vision until she is all you see – two stars locked in orbit, unable to break away.
And when the day comes that you collide, she will be holding the blade that drives into your chest, and she will know nothing but love when she does.
once again for the dumbasses in the room, men dni is a self selective tag and lesbians use it so we can post our stupid thirst traps and horny posts without being misconstrued as available to men!! but thats the part that really pisses you off, doesnt it?
in the early 1900s, during the women's suffragette movement, a Japanese woman travels to England to meet her favourite novelist
she ends up employed as maid to a noblewoman who agrees to help her in exchange of one, perplexing request- "kill me".
angsty and melancholic, very period drama tropes- sapphic yearning, love poetry, escaping to a small coastal town, arranged marriages, the intimacy of undressing one another.
social commentary on contemporary feminist movements, class divides and prejudices about women's economic and bodily autonomy.
storytelling, women's authorship, early sensational "girls love literature" as proof of lesbian lived history
TW: period-typical homophobia, mentions of social alienation and infamy leading to the deaths of queer historical figures, suicidal ideation, threat of social outing.
Recommended for fans of: Portrait of a Lady on Fire, Fingersmith, the love letters of Vita and Virginia
I know it would literally never happen, but whenever the speculation of who the next James Bond will be comes up, I can only think about how I would sell my soul to get a butch lesbian James Bond 😣
Some of y'all will see a 50yo butch with a high and tight haircut, resting bitchface strong enough to kill any man, sitting powerfully and comfortably on her motorcycle and the only compliment you can think of is to gush about how she's "cute" and I don't think people get how infantalizing that can be lmao
I guess there's poetry to Lucilius being this desirable while also being the most aroace person to ever exist (in my HC anyway. Just like Lucifer is the most gay and Belial is the most bi. You understand)
Like. It does not benefit.him. all these people drooling over him and he just wants to dissect people in peace. Who are all these people in his dms. Leave him alone
GOD yeah.
Like i definitely fully read Lucilius as AroAce but the fact he's the most desired man of the franchise he's in really just doesn't help for that. He's so AroAce that the one person who loves him the most is the most Hyper-sexual Hyper-romantic person of the whole skies. Poor man.
Like i do feel bad for him!!! Mofo just want to be left alone and do his experiments in peace!! bodies should just be for science!!! why the fuck do you want to insert a dick in a body when you can insert a scalpel!!!
it's hysterical. It's poetic in a sense of just how much of this saga is built on looking for the love of an absent God and how much Lucilius himself stands as this unloving figure in general.
But it's a trip. I do feel bad for Lucilius in this situation like come on. Let a man just rest. and commit his own type of atrocities. god forbid an aroace do anything.
I've thought it over quite a bit and I just do not think Nona the Ninth was a story that needed to be told. John's backstory was interesting and I'm desperate to know what happened with the Resurrection and aftermath but not much else was really worth reading. Muir's greatest strength is her worldbuilding, which is something NtN sorely lacks.
Sure, we get some descriptions, some idea of a non-House perspective, some unique cultural elements but everything is filtered through Nona and Nona knows nothing. Harrow's decriptions of the Mithraeum filtered through her worldview turned an objectively horrifying charnel house into a place of reverence. Nona's confusion makes even the children's descriptions of necromancers less terrifying than just plain superstitious.
I've seen some people say this book shows the flipside of the Empire and how the Houses look to the rest of humanity but we know that. We know they're awful and horrifying. We started with a story that deliberately made us root for a titty mag-loving, wannabe imperial military recruit and her creepy, abusive bone witch. House culture is rotten from the inside out: the Second and Fourth Houses specialize in shock and awe tactics that prioritize killing enemy combatants and suicide bombing, the Seventh House cultivates blood cancer, and the Seventh turns people into human batteries. Ianthe is a cannibal who does vile things with human fat and mucus. Mercymorn and Augustine constantly remind us that these are not nice or good people and they're saints. Add to that Nona's inability to fully describe or offer context on her surroundings and anyone vaguely familiar with the sci-fi/fantasy staple of "the empire you know and love is bad and lying to you" isn't getting a new perspective.
It just felt like way too much was made of the question "who is Nona?" as if two of the three contenders weren't out of the running with Kiriona's appearance and John's chapters. And then Nona's not even Alecto's true personality. We spent this whole book getting to know a character who only exists in this book, who does very little but hints at more, and who dies at the end having made little impact. It's filler. Until the absolute end, all of Nona's chapters are basically filler. Almost nothing that happens in this book has any consequence, we never learn Hot Sauce's or the Angel's backstory, we don't know what animal Nona drew, we barely have an idea of what's going on ever because Nona doesn't know!
It would have been so much more interesting to throw in another character's point of view. Honesty could have given us context and shown us the city's seedy underbelly, Hot Sauce could have shown the horrors of a House invasion, Cam or Palamedes could have expressed the anguish of living apart in one body and told us so much more about everything. I would trade every Noodle scene to know more about Born in the Morning's family and culture. So, so much could have been done by swapping some of Nona's chapters out with another character's. Instead there were hundreds of pages where nothing of any importance happened. After the masterpiece of Harrow the Ninth, Nona was just a disappointment.
"Oh em gee i love all my lesbians! Genderqueer, masc, trans, lesbians who go on T, lesbians who love men, you're ALL valid and deserve love and if you identify as a lesbian you ARE one and don't let anyone tell you different! Oh except those nasty hateful TERFS who aren't REAL lesbians at all!!!"
That point where you keep saying “ I don’t care I don’t care I don’t care” because you don’t , but you are still very very very emotionally affected by it and still have a knee jerk heart racing chest tightening reaction to it