#the homoerotic tension is fucking PEAK

[marzipanandminutiae]

I just. I have to marinate myself in Crimson Peak costumes to calm down

I love the hats when hats should be worn

(If your homoerotic tension is happening outdoors, HATS. Actually Thomas doesn’t have a hat on in this scene, but I’m sure it’s near at hand. Unlike the ladies, men didn’t have hats pinned to their hair, so they could take them on and off briefly with greater ease.)

I love the hair being down vs. up for storytelling rather than whenever you want the actresses to have Beachy Waves.

Hair is up because daytime!

Hair is down because sleep and/or brother-fucking time!

I love how incredibly period everything looks, to the point where even more artistic details often have historical precedent

(Party scene from the movie- look at Edith’s dress)

(Portrait of Ava Lister, Baroness Ribbesdale, by Boldini, c. 1905)

most of my dress history friends agree that, if we were told the film costumes were extant garments from museum collections, we’d readily believe it

it’s such good costuming. the color stories, the shapes, the willingness to really lean into the period, the appropriateness of each garment for its context...truly the anti-Persuasion 2022

#crimson peak #gifs #long post

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

READ 70 PAGES OF THE GOOD OMENS BOOK WITH WHICH I HAVE HOMOEROTIC TENSION AS WE KNOW

WE ALL KNOW ABOUT THE HOMOEROTIC RIVALRY BETWEEN ME AND MY COPY OF THE GOOD OMENS BOOK. WE KNOW. IT STARES AT ME, I STARE BACK, IT DARES ME TO READ IT AND FALL IN LOVE WITH CROWLEY MORE, I REFUSE. WE PUT THE UST IN LUST ETC.

BUT TODAY/YESTERDAY (RIP SLEEP SCHEDULE) SINCE I WASNT ON TUMBLR, I READ TILL PAGE 70 OF THE BOOK (TILL THE PART CALLED WEDNESDAY) AND GOD FUCKING DAMN. I READ IT LISTENING TO AN AZIRAPHALE BOOKSHOP AMBIENCE AND WITH CHOPIN PLAYING AND CANDLES LIT. ANYWAY. THINGS THAT HAVE STUCK OUT TO ME:

Crowley. Just everything about Crowley. God I love him. I fucking love him. This is why I avoid reading the book. I'm such a slut for Crowley. It's manageable on the show when I know it's an actor. But WORDS CROWLEY? WORDS CROWLEY IS REAL. I AM SO IN LOVE.

Aziraphale has perfectly manicured hands. I'm pretty sure this has been mentioned three times in the first 70 pages. Three times at minimum. I forget how twink he is in the show (idk how) but man the book does NOT let you forget and I love that.

Crowley absent-mindedly sank a duck. Aziraphale called him my dear (fanfic authors everywhere: write that down write that motherfucking shit down it's better than porn). Crowley un-sunk the duck. The duck was cross.

CROWLEY DID I MENTIONED CROWLEY OH MY BABY FANCIED THE JAMES BOND DECALS HE WANTED TO LISTEN TO VIVALDI COZ THEY WERE SO STRESSED AFTER RECEIVING THE ANTICHRIST THEY LOVE GOLDEN GIRLS (I LOOKED IT UP AND OH CROWLEY) THEY DRANK FOR A WEEK AFTER SEEING THE SPANISH INQUISITION THEY OMG.

THE DRUNK SCENE. I FINALLY UNDERSTOOD THE DOLPHINS CONVERSATION. OMG THESE TWO FUCKING FOOLS I ADORE THEM.

Crowley IN THAT SCENE AND AZIRAPHALE IN THAT SCENE HOLY SHIT. CROWLEY JUST LISTING OFF ALL THE THINGS SHE KNOWS AZIRAPHALE LOVES.

AND OMG. The CONVOLUTED FUCKING METAPHOR CROWLEY COMES UP WITH INVOLVING A LITTLE BIRD FLYING TO THE ENDS OF THE UNIVERSE AND PECKING A MOUNTAIN AND COMING BACK AND DOING IT ON LOOP. FOR WHAT? JUST TO SAY THAT WHEN THE MOUNTAIN WAS GONE, HEAVEN WOULD STILL BE PLAYING THE SOUND OF MUSIC.

As usual just like me Crowley shot himself in the foot with that metaphor. Because AZIRAPHALE, THE LEGEND, STARTS SAYING THE BIRD MUST BE IMMORTAL FOR THAT, AND THEN SAYS NO ACTUALLY THE BIRD IS BEING CARRIED IN A SPACESHIP AND THE DESCENDANTS EMERGE FROM THE SPACESHIP and poor crowley is saying SO THE BIRD REACHES THE MOUNTAIN and azi excitedly says IN THE SPACESHIP and AAAAAAAAA-

Anyway right yes sorry what were we doing oh right the book.

Anathema is so adorable as a kid what a little brat holy shit I love her. I want to see all her homework written in Middle English. I want to know which teacher finally summoned the balls to correct it.

NEWT MON CHERI HE'S SO EXCITED ABOUT ONLY DESTROYING THE HOUSE'S POWER CIRCUIT WITH HIS EXPERIMENT. Because apparently last time he fucking caused a power outage in the whole block. Or county. We stan an optimist (no one talk to me about Crowley being an optimist I will go feral and rip your larynx out).

THE THIRD BABY DID NOT WIN PRIZES FOR TROPICAL FISH. THIS IS LIKE THE ENDING OF VILETTE WHEN CHARLOTTE BRONTE GOT GUILTTRIPPED BY HER DAD INTO WRITING IT AS AN OPEN ENDING BUT WE ALL KNOW IT'S A TRAGEDY FUCK ME.

CROWLEY THE PRAY THAT HE DOESN'T IT SOUNDS SO SUAVE IN THE SHOW BUT IN THE BOOK IT LITERALLY SAYS "AND FLEES". THE CHAOTIC ANXIOUS MOTHERFUCKER MAKES A RUN FOR IT.

AZIRAPHALE FUCKING GLOWERING AT CUSTOMERS AND SCARING THEM AWAY USING EVERY MEANS SHORT OF PHYSICAL VIOLENCE IM DEAD THAT LITTLE BASTARD PEAK CROSS INTROVERT ELDRITCH MONSTER ENERGY.

I CAN'T WAIT FOR ADAM TO ENTER (WELL AS A NOT BABY) AHAH.

I HOPE WARLOCK IS OKAY.

CROWLEY BEING DESCRIBED AS A YOUNG MAN DOES THINGS TO ME. AS DO THE DARK HAIR AND GOOD CHEEKBONES. DON'T EVEN TALK ABOUT DOING WEIRD THINGS WITH HIS TONGUE. I AM A SLUT FOR HER. IT'S TIMES LIKE THIS I REMEMBER WHY IM GREYACE AND NOT ENTIRELY ASEXUAL. IT'S CROWLEY.

I LOVE THE SUBTLE JOKES LIKE I DON'T EVEN GET SOME BUT THE DRY TONE IS HILARIOUS. LIKE HOW BOTH WARLOCK'S HEAVENLY AND HELLISH TUTORS READ FROM THE BOOK OF REVELATION. AND THE CUTTING COMMENTARY LIKE HOW THE DOWLINGS' SECRET AGENTS WERE TRAINED TO REACT TO WOMEN IN LONG ROBES. OR THE POLITICAL COMEDY WITH ALL THE CULTURAL ATTACHES AT ST JAMES. IT MAKES ME AMUSED EVEN THOUGH I HAVE NO CONTEXT. I WISH I UNDERSTOOD THEM MORE.

SORRY WHY AM I YELLING ABOUT THIS BEFORE 6 IN THE MORNING FUCK I FORGOT MY SLEEP MEDS NO WONDER IM STILL AWAKE AND HYPER ALSO CROWLEY ALSO AZI ALSO ADAM I HOPE MY LITTLE PLANTS MAKE IT.

WHEN IM DONE READING THE BOOK I WANNA REREAD IT OUT LOUD TO MY THREE LITTLE PLANTS TO MAKE THEM GROW HAPPY AND KNOW WHOM THEY WERE NAMED AFTER.

#good omens mascot #weirdly specific but ok #asmi #maggots #good omens #good omens fandom #crowley #aziraphale #neil gaiman #terry pratchett #newton pulsifer #anathema device #adam young #book omens #good omens book #lgbtqia #the nice and accurate prophecies of agnes nutter

[straightplayshowdown]

Waiting for Godot: Two men, Vladimir (Didi) and Estragon (Gogo), meet near a tree. They while away the hours, talking philosophy, bodily functions, and sharing a few measly turnips, all while waiting for a man named Godot -- who never seems to come. They are joined by the oafish, bombastic Pozzo, his leashed human slave, Lucky, and eventually by a young boy, who informs them that that although Godot will not come today, he surely will tomorrow.

Hamlet: Hamlet is home to mourn the death of his father. He is disgusted by the marriage of his mother to his uncle, Claudius, who now has the throne. The ghost of his father reveals to Hamlet that Claudius poisoned him in the ear. Hamlet vows to avenge his father’s murder. Hamlet’s sanity begins to be questioned by all. He accidentally kills Polonius, thinking it was Cladius. Ophelia has gone mad with grief over the death of her father. Claudius suggests that Laertes duel with Hamlet. From there, the play ends in tragedy. 

Propaganda under the cut!

Waiting for Godot:

An erection! Let's hang ourselves immediately!

absurdist old man yaoi

It's the best play ever. It's a classic for a reason and that's because it's a landmark piece of absurd theatre. it's fantastic. It's confusing and goes nowhere and yet you cant help but feel for the few characters you meet. It's unusual but thats why you love it. And this is the doomed by the narrative cycles homoerotic tension obsessed with that old man website. Waiting for Godot has all of that AND MORE!

it fucks so hard and also it makes you think

Hamlet:

its hamlet. do i need to say anything more?

i mean. it just is the best play of all time. like it almost sucks that we peaked 400 years ago but it is the best play ever written and there's nothing you or i can do about that

it’s THE play

ghosts! revenge! madness! murder most foul! how could you possibly ask for more?

What a heartbreaking exploration of grief…

#polls #round 1 #waiting for godot #hamlet #hamlet prince of denmark #the straight play showdown

[morningberriesao3]

MWMD- Pin Me Down

Steve Harrington X Virgin!Eddie Munson

Summary: It's Halloween. Things get heated while Eddie and Steve get ready.

Word Count: 4.7K

Chapter: 5 of 6 CHAPTER LIST

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Content Warnings: Explicit m/m sexual content including… Virgin Eddie Munson, Dry Humping, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants, Minor Crossdressing (ahem, EDDIE WEARS A G-STRING), Oh no they’re both tops?! what will they do!!?!, Top Steve Harrington, Power Bottom Eddie Munson, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Nipple Clamps, Under-Negotiated Kink, Unsafe Sex, Creampie. Underage Drinking and Recreational Drug Use

Tags: Eddie Munson lives, 5 + 1 Things, slow burn, POV Eddie Munson, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Caretaking, Massages, Sharing a Bed, House Party, Play Flighting, Bros Being Bros (JK it’s very homoerotic), Halloween, Boys in Makeup, Independence Day, New Years Eve, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending

Many Ways, Many Days, to Say ‘I Love You’

A/N: things are starting to heat up ;) just guys doing guy things!! that’s all!

October 31st, 1986

Halloween has always been Eddie’s favourite holiday.

Maybe it’s a little bit predictable, given his ‘scary’ image and the rumours of him being some satanist cult leader. But it’s a holiday where everyone is kind of on the same level as him. Everyone acts a little weird, looks a little scary, dresses a little dark. It’s the one day a year that nobody is ashamed of listening to Highway to Hell or Paranoid. On Halloween, everybody is a bit of a freak.

Honestly, Eddie has never really considered himself a team player, but this year his costume seems too good to pass up.

Maybe he’s gone a bit overboard, but he always does when it comes to costumes.

He’s currently adjusting a pair of (pretty realistic) devil horns on his head. The band gets hidden by his mane of curls, which he’s teased to make sure they stay extra buoyant. He’s wearing his only pair of leather pants that are a size too small because he got them when he was sixteen. They cling to his thighs like paint, he can barely bend his knees. But they look good, he thinks.

He’s also wearing a pair of platform boots that are wrapped in silver buckles. He got them one year when he dressed up as Gene Simmons from KISS. They’re probably six inches tall, which makes him a whopping 6’4”, and it makes him feel admittedly all too powerful.

One might think that the leather pants and the boots are what makes his costume a bit too much. But no, Eddie doesn’t think so. What he thinks might make his costume too much, is what he’s chosen to wear on his top half.

It’s a fishnet shirt that took him nearly twenty minutes to put on. It kept getting caught up on his watch and his rings, which he probably should have taken off. Hindsight is always twenty-twenty. It has long sleeves, because he’s modest, but one can still see all his tattoos and his ruined skin poking out from between the large holes.

That’s not even the most risqué part of his getup. Because overtop of that, he’s wearing a red corset with black embroidery. It sinches in his waist – makes him look slutty. The top sits underneath his chest, so his nipple (because he still very much only has one) peaks out from behind the mesh.

The best part is, it’s freshly pierced. A little silver bar pokes from his skin and shines in the light, and it matches the buckles on his boots. And for once Eddie actually feels hot.

Steve is currently changing in their room. Eddie is feeling all fucked up and giddy, because somehow he’s convinced Steve to dress as an angel to match him, and not to dress up as a Smurf to match Robin. Of course, considering his other option was blue body paint, it wasn’t a very hard argument, but Eddie still counts it as a win.

He doesn’t want to consider it a couple’s costume, but it feels like a couple’s costume.

Eddie’s been trying (and failing, as always) to keep his mind from wandering to things like that, ever since their little kissing thing months ago. Because they never talked about it, and they sure as Hell never did anything like it again. Even the few times they’ve gotten tipsy.

So Eddie is guessing it really was just a spin the bottle thing.

Yeah, Steve’s still been sleeping in his bed, they still wake up tanged together half the time, but it never goes further than that. He hasn’t, like, intentionally spooned with Eddie since the night of Fourth of July either. Which shouldn’t shock him because Steve’s straight, and Eddie thinks it’s ridiculous that he even has to convince himself of that.

So yeah, Steve is getting ready in their room while Eddie does his makeup in the bathroom, and he definitely isn’t thinking about couple’s costumes or kisses from three months ago.

There’s a knock at the bathroom door that was never fully closed to begin with. Steve doesn’t wait for Eddie to answer before he’s pushing it open and joining him next to the small vanity.

Steve looks – well, shit – he looks like a dessert, like something sweet that Eddie wants to lick and swallow and consume until there’s nothing left of him. His hair is perfect – it always is – but now there’s a silver tinsel halo that’s floating above it. Steve’s wearing his normal Levi’s because they really didn’t have a lot of pants to choose from, but he stole a white silk blouse from his mother’s closet that’s only half-buttoned, displaying his chest hair like it’s art or something. The arms are cut for a woman, so the shiny fabric is clinging to his biceps.

Eddie drops the eyeshadow in his hands and it clatters into the sink.

They’re both gawking at each other, and it doesn’t make sense why Steve is gawking at Eddie until he remembers he’s kinda half crossdressing, so he probably looks ridiculous to Steve.

He tries to swallow down the saliva that’s pooling under his tongue. Some sort of bodily reaction to something he wants to eat. “You look, uh, good. Real cool.”

Steve’s eyes aren’t looking at Eddie’s and are focused somewhere on his chest. His nipple, to be exact. It looks like it takes an actual force to pry them away. “Yeah. You too. Very cool. Your makeup is awesome, man.”

Eddie smiles, picks up the eyeshadow that’s still in the sink. He has some sort of grungy red and black smoky eye going on, lined in coal liner, and just a secret between you and him, a bit of mascara as well. He used the red eyeshadow as a sort of blush, blended into the hallow of his cheeks and into his temples. It makes his cheekbones look sharp.

“Thanks,” he says, eyeing up Steve like a project he wants to work on. “You know, a bit of makeup would really complete your whole getup, too.”

He expects Steve to scoff, say something like ‘forget it’ or ‘in your dreams’, but instead Steve is nodding and stepping closer to Eddie. “Sure. You have to do it, though. I don’t know how.”

Eddie has never – not once – thought that putting makeup on Steve might be a sexual fantasy of his. But as soon as he hears that, he realises very quickly that it’s going to be another thing that plagues his mind for the rest of eternity.

“Oh. Yeah, sure. Okay.” He fumbles with his makeup kit, which he might be embarrassed he has, but Steve isn’t judging him and doesn’t look like he’s about to, so he opens it and lets Steve peer inside. There are cheap eyeshadows in mostly blacks and browns, but he does have one sheer, sparkly white. He takes that one out. He also has two lipsticks – a red and a black, from previous Halloweens – but neither of them would do. One, however, came with a free pink lip gloss that he never thought he’d use, but he’s plucking it out of his case as well. “Something sweet and simple for your first time, right, angel?”

Eddie doesn’t even have to put blush on Steve’s cheeks if he flushes like that all night. “Sure. Sweet and simple. You’re the boss.”

Eddie’s stomach, and heart, and asshole, and dick(?) are doing backflips as he gets nice and close to Steve. He takes a clean(ish) brush and dips it into the eyeshadow. “Okay. Close your eyes.”

Steve listens so beautifully, his eyes flutter shut and he leans into Eddie. The brush sweeps over his eyelids and leaves a shimmering cast of pearly white that looks amazing against Steve’s olive skin. When Steve’s eyes open again, he looks impossibly more beautiful, and yeah, Eddie is going to be thinking about Steve in makeup for the rest of his life.

“How’s it look?” asks Steve, which is the dumbest question Eddie has ever heard, so he rolls his eyes.

“It looks great.” An understatement.

“What next?”

“You cool with mascara?” Eddie wants to get Steve’s eyes looking all big a doe-like. He already has long lashes, so he knows it’ll absolutely make him look gorgeous and end Eddie’s whole life all at once.

“What’s mascara?”

“Like… eyelashes.”

“Yeah. Do whatever you want to me.”

Eddie chokes on nothing, starts coughing up a storm. He holds a finger up until it calms, then blames it on his smoker’s lungs.

It’s hard getting close to Steve’s eye with the wand, but Eddie can’t blame him. It’s not like Eddie isn’t already super clumsy without the proximity. He still says, “Hold still,” and Steve keeps blinking so it takes a whole five minutes, but eventually the mascara is on. And if Eddie thought that the eyeshadow looked good…

“Cool.” Eddie stares down at where Steve is blinking up at him from sitting on the edge of the tub. He has to physically shake his head to snap himself out of his stupor. “One more thing.”

He unwraps the plastic from the new tube of lip gloss. It’s almost the colour of Steve’s lips, but it has little flecks of glitter in it. So when Eddie applies it, it makes his lips shine, which is what lip gloss is supposed to do, but still it’s almost too much.

“Well?” Steve smiles, and it’s almost enough to send Eddie into a full cardiac arrest. It’s the smile he uses when he knows he looks good, the one he usually reserves for some cute girl that stops by the video store. It’s a little crooked, it flashes his white teeth and makes his eyes crinkle.

And Eddie wants to kiss him – lick that vanilla flavoured gloss right off his lips. Make that mascara run from his eyes.

“Looks good,” he says. He gestures for Steve to stand and that’s exactly what he does, joining Eddie’s side to look at himself in his uncle’s trailer’s mirror.

“Wow.” Steve gets real close to his reflection, squinting his eyes, making them go wide, puckering his lips, poking at his eyelashes with his fingers. “This is crazy. It’s, like, barely noticeable, but it’s still so different.”

“Mhm. You look pretty.” Eddie says it before he really means to say it, which he does a lot these days. He clears the frog from his throat. “I mean, kind of like a girl? Not that you look like a girl. You? Look like a girl? Pfft, never. I mean, girls wear lip gloss and mascara… and it makes them look pretty. So it’s kind of like that.”

He definitely just made it worse.

But Steve doesn’t look mad or anything so Eddie just kind of sucks his lips between his teeth to stop himself from saying anything else.

“Yeah, I guess I get it,” Steve says, even though he still looks confused. “Hey, can I carry the lip stuff with me? I feel like it’ll rub off quick when I drink something.”

“Oh, you mean the lip gloss?” Eddie dangles it between his fingers. “Gotta get the terminology right. You might be able to impress some ladies with your knowledge of their interests.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Whatever. Lip gloss. Can I have it?”

“Hmm…” Eddie starts backing out of the bathroom with the gloss still very much in his hands. “You’ll have to get it from me first.”

He turns. He sprints. Steve is already hot on his heels.

Another thing that Eddie should probably mention, is that this has become a sort of regular occurrence. Him running, Steve chasing. Sometimes the other way around. But yeah, it’s a thing that they do now, that always ends with one of them getting knocked to the ground, pinned there until they yell uncle.

Eddie really wouldn’t yell uncle, but each time he gets pressed into the ground by Steve he gets one of his commonly occurring boners. So when he starts to feel his dick filling up he taps out so Steve doesn’t notice. But that’s neither here nor there.

“Get back here, Munson!” Steve’s fingers graze the back of Eddie’s pants, but there’s no belt there for him to slip his fingers into.

So Eddie twists and gets out of Steve’s reach. He corners himself in the living room, next to the television. They’re standing across from each other with their hands facing out. “What, Harrington? You scared?”

Eddie fakes left, Steve lunges. He manages to slip past on the right as Steve flounders to get a hold of him, but Eddie is too quick. He jumps onto the couch.

Steve crouches just beyond the coffee table, waiting for Eddie’s next move. “Not fair, man. Your pants make you slippery.”

“Bullshit,” says Eddie. “That fancy lotion you put on your hands makes them slippery. Don’t blame the pants.”

Steve pretends to pounce – it makes Eddie wobble on the sinking cushions of the sofa while he simultaneously tries to balance on his platform boots. His hands flail out to steady himself, but he manages to stay firmly planted on his feet.

“Just surrender yourself, man,” Steve threatens. “I’m not playing around anymore. I will tackle you. It will hurt.”

Eddie’s grin feels feral. “Is that a promise, Steeevie?”

Steve’s eyes go wild, and his face twists into a playful sneer, and he fucking jumps one foot onto the coffee table and flies across the remaining distance onto the couch. This, for once, takes Eddie by surprise, so he has no time to do anything other than wail some sort of shriek from his lungs. His foot gets caught between two couch cushions as Steve’s arms cage around his shoulders, and they both tumble onto their sides.

Eddie thrashes against Steve’s steel grip, but Steve has both size and strength against him, so he somehow get arranged into a compromising position. He’s on his back, his wrists are pinned down on either side of his head, his knees are spread and Steve’s hips are slotted between them. Each time he shuffles, he somehow gets pressed further into the cushions, Steve’s chest somehow gets closer to his own, his hips wiggle a bit more comfortably into the space between his legs.

He's already turned on. There’s way too much friction happening right now – he can feel the slide of Steve’s jeans against him – and remember how Eddie said he often gets hard when he and Steve playfight? Well, he’s getting hard, and it’s extra uncomfortable because his pants are excruciatingly tight, and Steve’s never quite pinned him down like this. Not to mention how goddamn pretty he looks with his shiny lips and long eyelashes.

So he’s about to say uncle before he can get himself into an awkward situation. He’s about to tell Steve to fuck off, and spout something about disadvantages. But when he opens his mouth, Steve shifts so both of Eddie’s wrists are now in one of his hands, until they’re pinned between his devil horns.

Steve’s other hand finds its way between their bodies, and one of his fingers trace against the black boning at the top of Eddie’s corset, right below one of his pecs. So his mouth snaps shut and his eyes go wide, because why is Steve caressing him like that?

He really wants to know.

“Where’d you get this?” Steve asks, cocking his head sideways to look into Eddie’s shell-shocked face.

It takes a minute for him to comprehend Steve’s words. “Uh – a sex store.”

He doesn’t really realise that his answer is just adding to the awkwardness of the moment, because it’s just the simple truth. He bought the corset at a sex shop in Indianapolis. It came with a tiny black G-string, obviously meant for a woman, that he’d tried on anyway. It didn’t really fit, didn’t really contain all of him, but it was still shoved in the back of his underwear drawer anyway. It still made him feel all fluttery when he saw himself scantily clad in such a small scrap of fabric.

“Hmm. I like it.” Steve squeezes his hand around Eddie’s wrists. “Did you get anything else there?”

Eddie’s heart is racing in his chest, like it’s trying to escape. He’s trying to think, ‘did he?’ but his brain is broken. So he just shakes his head.

This is the first time that Eddie clues into their situation – really clues into it. Everything up until this point has been explainable. Weird, sure, but there was always some sort of excuse that could clear away the tension. But Steve has that fuck me look in his eyes, his body is boring down into Eddie’s, his fingers are exploring his costume and his face is fucking inches away.

“That’s too bad. Maybe you can take me there sometime, and we can change that.”

This time Eddie nods. Real words still evade him. What is English? He doesn’t know.

But Steve shifts down on him again and their crotches rub together. And Eddie whimpers. His lips pop open and the noise escapes him before he can hold it in, and he whimpers. He wants to fucking die but he also wants Steve to do that again.

And he does.

Steve drags his body against Eddie’s, this time intentionally, experimentally, and Eddie’s eyes roll into the back of his skull, and he bites down onto his lip to stop himself from making another embarrassing noise but it doesn’t really help.

He wants to say something to save the situation, just in case he’s reading it wrong. Just so he doesn’t incriminate himself. But he even more desperately wants whatever is happening to continue, so he averts his eyes from Steve’s and says nothing.

But Steve doesn’t allow that for too long. His free hand forces Eddie’s face back to his.

“You okay?” he asks. Eddie swallows, and nods once more, and still doesn’t say a word. Steve bears down on Eddie further, pressing his wrists and his back into the cushions. “Are you gonna say uncle?”

Steve thrusts against Eddie, and this time his breath hitches in his throat like he’s enjoying it, like he knows Eddie’s enjoying it, like that’s the goal. This time Eddie’s pelvis angles upwards and he chases the feeling. When Steve moves on top of him again, he can feel that Steve is hard, too. So he says, “No.”

He’s felt Steve half hard before, in the night when he’s sleeping. Those times were different. It wasn’t while they were both awake, it wasn’t while they were both aware. It wasn’t while they were rutting against each other like animals in heat. And Eddie was so wildly confused, but even more than that he was ravenous with desire.

Steve’s grip loosens around his wrists, his hands trail lower on Eddie’s body until they squeeze into his hips and shove him into the couch. His hips begin to circle into Eddie’s. This absolutely cannot be construed as anything other than what it is: Steve is also turned on and he knows Eddie is turned on, and they’re very much humping against each other.

“Say uncle and I’ll stop,” Steve says lowly into Eddie’s ear, and Eddie has never shut his mouth so quickly, because there was no way he was going to say uncle, there was no way he wanted this to end.

Steve takes Eddie’s silence the way he means it.

The most arousing sound Eddie has ever heard rumbles from Steve’s chest, and his hands are adjusting again, this time shoving into the limited space behind Eddie’s lower back. His arms wrap behind Eddie and he pulls him into his chest, and his face buries itself into the crook of his neck. Eddie can feel hot puffs of air from Steve’s mouth.

Their hips start circling together.

It’s a timid thing at first, because what the fuck is actually happening? It’s all new – nothing like this has ever happened between them. Something like this has rarely happened to Eddie at all. So no, he doesn’t really dive right in, and neither does Steve because he’s probably having the same thoughts.

But he hears Steve in his ear. He hears these raunchy little sounds bubbling from his throat that are so obviously involuntary because Eddie’s making them, too. And Steve has a death grip around his middle, pulling him hard into his movements, twisting him exactly where he wants him.

They eventually get it right. As right as it can be with a thick layer of denim and an even thicker layer of leather between them. Their cocks slot next to each other, even through those barriers, and the drag has Eddie panting. He’s leaking into his underwear and everything feels so fucking wet because his pants don’t breathe or absorb. So his underwear is doing all of the heavy lifting, which really isn’t enough because everything is getting slick in there.

Maybe it’s a good thing.

“Oh, fuck.” Eddie finally speaks, he finally gives clue to how much he’s enjoying this. He finally moves his arms from above his head and grabs at Steve’s hips. He pulls them against him even though they’re already grinding against each other to the point of near pain, but he pulls Steve into him anyway. And then he shoves his hands into the back pocket of his Levi’s where there’s a lighter and a pack of camels. He tosses them into the living room. He puts his hands back and that’s where they stay, kneading into the muscle of Steve’s perfect ass.

They rock together in deep waves with Steve’s face hidden in Eddie’s neck and Eddie’s eyes squeezed shut. Eddie’s perpetually horny so it really only takes a few minutes until each stroke of denim on leather sends a shock into his guts. That’s when he realises just how close he is to coming and he’s suddenly ashamed again, because he just doesn’t know if that’s the goal to whatever is going on.

He tries to rein himself in, he tries to slow the coil that’s rapidly building in his core, but that mind over matter crap has never really worked with Eddie. He’s hurtling towards the finish line and he has to warn Steve, but he’s terrified of ruining the moment.

If there even is a moment.

As much as he knows that Steve grinding his dick into Eddie’s is anything but platonic, he can’t help but notice that Steve isn’t kissing him. So maybe it’s not a passion thing, but more like a… favour thing? And if that were the case, would it be a favour for Steve or for Eddie? Maybe if Eddie speaks it’ll ruin whatever is happening inside of Steve’s head, whatever he’s thinking about, and it’ll make him… deflate or something.

Eddie gasps as Steve’s fly digs against the underside of his cock, drawing to the tip where he’s sensitive and drooling precum that is not just going to be precum very, very soon.

“Shit! Uh – uh, Steve?”

“Mmm?”

Steve does the thing again, and pleasure zaps through Eddie. His thighs twitch against Steve’s hips that are still moving against his.

“It’s just – I think – If you keep… I don’t know, I don’t know,” he babbles, because he just can’t say ‘I’m about to blow my load’ to Steve. Because he’d hear him.

Steve finally lifts his head from Eddies neck and he looks down on him with heavy eyes so blown out they almost look black. His thrusts become shallower which is so frustrating because Eddie was so close, and now Steve’s movements are keeping him right on the edge, not enough to actually get him there.

“You good?” asks Steve. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” Eddie barks, and that’s probably the most embarrassing thing that’s happened yet. He tries to hide his face, but Steve just turns along with him – waiting. He deepens the roll of his hips once more and Eddie is building right back up to where he was a few seconds ago, so he tries again. “I just… Steve. I’m about to… I’m gonna…”

Steve tucks back into Eddie. His lips press against his throat but he doesn’t move them, he doesn’t kiss him. He just presses his lips there and speaks muffled against Eddie’s skin.

“Do it.”

He bites down.

A strangled wail rips from Eddie, and he’s coming inside his pants like a punishment, or a reward, he’s not sure which. He just knows that it hits him like a fucking brick, strong and hard, and he’s shuddering through waves of the most outrageous pleasure he’s ever felt (which is sad, really, because Steve didn’t even technically touch him). He’s convulsing against Steve, and his boxers fill with his cum which is hot and wet and slicks against his skin while Steve still ruts himself against him.

It doesn’t seem to stop either, it just keeps going. His orgasm and his cum, like he hadn’t just jerked himself off that morning. It felt like the first time he came after healing. Dirty and raw and pent up, but better because it wasn’t his own hand that got him there.

Steve’s teeth snap harder into Eddie’s skin and his hips lose their rhythm. A filthy groan rattles Eddie’s eardrums, and from that alone Eddie feels like he could get hard again. Hearing the noise that Steve just made, coming in his jeans like he just did.

Everything goes still – Steve’s body goes slack and his teeth release from Eddie’s skin, and they lay there panting like they ran some kind of marathon instead of just dry humping against each other.

It immediately feels like a fever dream.

Steve is still laying on top of Eddie, and he’s already asking himself if that actually just happened, or if he made it all up. Even as the cum in his boxers is cooling uncomfortably against his softening dick and matting into his pubes like glue.

When Steve’s head finally lifts, Eddie gets a good look at him. His mascara has smudged under his eyes, and there’s red on the tip of his nose where it rubbed against Eddie’s cheek. His lip gloss has smeared sparkles around the border of his lips. He looks completely fucked out. So Eddie laughs.

“What?” Steve says, rolling from Eddie’s body. They scramble up until they’re seated normally in the couch. Steve gropes at his crotch like it’s uncomfortable, which it is. Eddie would know. “Why are you laughing?”

Eddie holds his hand up. “Nothing! Your makeup… it just needs a bit of a touch up.”

“Oh, shit.” Steve wipes under his eyes, just making everything worse.

“No, no, no!” Eddie says, smacking Steve’s hand away from his face. “You’re ruining it. I’ll fix it, just leave it alone for a few minutes, okay?”

“’Kay. Where are you going?” Steve crinkles his brows at Eddie as he stands up.

“I’m gonna change my pants. They’re, uh… too tight.”

“Sure, yeah. Me too.” Steve stands. “Sweats or something?”

“Huh?”

“Sweatpants?” Steve says again. “Are you gonna change into something comfy, or…?”

“Nooo…” Eddie drawls. “Jeans probably. We’re going to that party, right? That’s why we got all dressed up?”

“Oh, yeah. The party,” Steve says, and if Eddie could read people easily, he might think he looks disappointed. But Eddie doesn’t really get social cues, so he’s probably got it all wrong.

Eddie nods and he changes in the bathroom. He examines himself, finds the purple bruise forming on his neck in the shape of Steve’s teeth. He decides not to cover it up, but instead wear it with pride. As a reminder, mostly to himself, that he did not in fact lose his mind and make everything that happened up.

They do go to the party after Eddie fixes their makeup, and it’s fun. They spend the night drinking, and laughing, and dancing.

What they don’t do, is talk about what they did. Steve’s good at acting normal – pretending that nothing happened.

And as confusing as it is, as much as Eddie just doesn’t get it – days passing by without acknowledgment – he takes it that he should probably do the same.

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[variousqueerthings]

Thoughts on Jonny Lee Miller please?

sdfghjhgfdsadfgh FRIEND YOU JUST MADE ME VERY HAPPY

(we need to send asks more!!!!!! in this interwebs tumblr cultúre)

JLM THOTS (JLM thot)

okay so I cannot remember when I started watching Elementary, but that was my first conscious JLM (I had watched Trainspotting, but I was but a babby at the time -- I have seen it... some times since then), and listen. we through around the word ND on this here site, but I think Mr. JLM as Sherlock Holmes is one of the original tumblr ND regents, and still absolutely Peak! this man knew what he was doing!

and then I went on a little JLM tour, and I am here to give you the top movies I saw with him at the time (after which I will do the list of movies I want to watch now): Hackers, Trainspotting + T2, Plunkett and Mcleane (seriously, this movie is underrated!), The Flying Scotsman, Mansfield Park, Regeneration -- also most underrated Mr Knightley in Emma + in a fun, odd little show called Eli Stone (I also watched Mindhunters, Byzantium -- which is some great Gemma Arterton -- The Escapist, Aeon Flux, and Dark Shadows, and I'm not necessarily saying don't watch these... well, maybe don't watch Dark Shadows... but they weren't my favourite. although Byzantium is fascinating. misogynist vampires)

Movies I have yet to see that I want to watch: Dead Man's Walk, Complicity, Love Honour and Obey, and Dracula 2000

MOVIES TO SHORTLY GIVE AN EXTRA SHOUTOUT TO

I'm not going to talk about Hackers (famously dreaming about wearing a latex bodysuit and getting railed by his future irl wife Angeline Jolie) or Trainspotting, but T2 -- is it good? yeah, it's not bad actually. did it need to exist? no, no it didn't. did it enjoy textually pointing out that Renton and Sick Boy have some kinda Sexual Tension? yeah, yeah, yeah! actually kind of feels like the main reason it exists is to go "hmmm do you think Renton and Sick Boy are a bit... youknow?"

also shoutout to Robert Carlyle who's in the Trainspotting films and also co-starred with JLM in their very own homoerotic duo film, which includes Liv Tyler "Plunkett and Macleane" loosely based on the history of two real highway men, and it's. just such a great movie. it's one of my "please it's so fun and so silly and such a product of the 90s! Craig Armstrong did the music!" it's kind of got some polyamory going on?

The Flying Scotsman is about a real amateur cyclist, and it's a pretty by-the-numbers inspirational tale, but I quite like those when they're about real underdogs and Graeme Obree certainly was that. From memory (it's been a few years now) I believe I watched this film and went "ah so that's where some of the early development of Sherlock Holmes mannerisms stems from," so it's also just fun as a study of JLM the actor

Regeneration -- gotta mention this one, because of it being about Siegfried Sassoon. he doesn't play Sassoon, but he's very good in it and generally it's a fascinating piece based on a book that I for some reason have only read the sequels of, and I'd recommend anything about Sassoon, I'm easy like that

I also didn't mention Frankenstein up above, but I watched both versions of it back whenever it was being shown with National Theatre Live and he was fucking stunning in both roles. as Frankenstein he's a little different to how I often picture him (read: JLM is not giving pathetic twink, although he is giving twitchy weirdo), but JLM is so physical throughout, so pitch-perfect in how he's interpreting the role. and as Adam/the creature it's like every bit of tension he's ever been able to control is just unleashed, it's sooooo (argh gotta see if I can find a torrent of that so I can rewatch him)

Now the thing about JLM is that he's often cast as kinda the straight man in a lot of his stuff, but he's... so not.... that man is silly! and you can tell! his physicality is a bouncy little weirdo, and for a good long while his body was that of a bouncy little weirdo -- and then he got fuckn Big 🥵😂 (you can take the man out of the bouncy little weirdo, but you can't take the bouncy little weirdo out of the man...... smthin like that. the more i look at this sentence the more I feel like this is an innuendo, oh well. now it's intentional)

the thing I really like about him is that he seems totally un-self-conscious while playing characters who are often under great scrutiny, either for being considered criminal and/or for being visibly non-neurotypical and/or otherwise non-normative. he's a hacker, he's an addict, he's a creature that was created from the bodies of other men, he's a bipolar cyclist, he's giving us Thee Sherlock Holmes of modern times, stimming, kinky, caring, blunt, overstimulated, relapsing, deeply unconventionally in a relationship with Watson that doesn't attempt to fit them into any mainstream language at any point!

also he has the best grimace of ever. he's so good at looking simply. perturbed. uncomfortable. get me out of this party. when he's 70 or 80 he's going to be the best old man face 🥺🥺🥺

also if I am very very lucky and very very nice to my mum, she'll take me to watch him in his current play in London, wish me luck!

TL;DR underrated character actor JLM, broader than you think he is, the hero of portrayals of weirdos and freaks and outcasts, I think it's wild that he's danced around playing queers this entire time, make him kiss a man stat!

(there's a whole other, very specific analysis of his gender in Hackers and how that relates to a wider feeling about his particular take on masculinity in a lot of my favourite portrayals of his, and also there was a youtube video that i just spent 15mins trying to find on Hackers from a transgender perspective that's mostly correctly-so about Cereal Killer/Matthew Lillard, but touches on the gender-fuckery of JLM and Angelina Jolie)

(okay I wasn't gonna talk about Hackers, but we cannot forget this scene, we simply cannot!)

#jonny lee miller #oh what a treat for me #jlm #ask #le-red-queen #unedited boop

[beevean]

For the shipping thing:

KiryuXMajima

KajiXWatermelons

AsukaXArael

ShinjiXHis Mother

ShinjiXHis Mother 2

ShinjiX His Mother 3

Kazumaji:

Wow, I haven't talked about Kazumaji in a while!

What can I say? Peak rival ship, best example of "fighting as flirting/foreplay". They genuinely respect each other while beating the shit out of each other! Ngl the main reason I never looked up content of Y4/5/6 is because Majima gets mainly paired up with Saejima, and I was like... but-- but my homoerotic tension with Kiryu :(

Anyway, I know that Majima Everywhere is slightly controversial for how it doesn't fully fit in the context of Y1, but after Majima poledances for Kiryu and goes on a date with him as Goromi, can you really not consider it canon? C'mon <3

Kajimelons:

they're his babies, your honor

Asukarael:

Shinji/Mother 1 (Rei):

They're cute :) but I probably need a three page essay myself to get fully on board.

Shinji/Mother 2 (Misato):

I may be interested in the scenario where Misato has a crush on Shinji and is fully aware of how fucked up that is...

I, uh, don't understand who Mother 3 is supposed to be lol. I hope you don't mean Yui. That would be very awkward :P

[sapphysicsandmath]

rebelde thoughts, there are spoilers

-mj>>>>. sebas was right like jana will never be mj! mj should be the lead!! -continuing that, the psychoanalysis part of my brain is saying that mj wanted to do the little seduction play so badly because she wanted to prove to herself and everyone who wasn’t andi and dixon (because they already knew) that she had it in her to be the lead, to be the hot it girl, to be attractive and charming in not just a platonic way -jana and luka are so annoying sometimes but i still do like them. like jana and the precious 206 roomie moments :( when she let mj try on the dress and eyed her when mj said it was gonna be fun LIKE THAT’S GAY anyway then whenever luka validated mj by being like show jana how it’s done! alright selena pick the song! like still in his bitchy tone but i liked that :( and when luka called esteban brother and joked when he got mad like i thought that was cute :( -esteban needs to show off more of that musical talent idgaf about him and jana fr like i get it they’re together but they’re so boring and het like it’s so predictable for those two types of ppl to get together it’s quiet talented mysterious boy and popular it girl who has a secret side that aligns with the quiet mysterious boy’s interest somehow! i care about that music cause that class assignment was GAS!!!!! -can dixon have his own slay... he did so much for their group of friends and... i will never forgive jana for saying they were never friends cause he did so much especially for her! -also andi is an underrated friend!! andi and dixon are the lesbian and himbo duo of this show. andi tried to keep emilia out of it, set her boundaries quite firmly, but still seemed to value her friends and the band more. she loved emilia so much, but she put herself and her band and friends and values first by breaking up with her. she seems so emotionally and socially aware and i like that!! she always looked out for mj and even jana. those are her ROOMIES. -andi and dixon looked so hurt when mj performed w sebas :((( that hurt me -andi’s character is so funny cause she looks like she wouldn’t commit to anything like she just seems like she’d be a little bit of a whore but she is such a simp that it’s unreal and that is peak lesbianism if you ask me actually -emilia is a really morally right person she’s just dumb and that’s okay because when she was actually caught up with what was going on she took the right side even if it meant she wasn’t going to get a contract! and she wasn’t even wrong thinking that sebas was having sex w someone and not even considering la logia -i think the girls room has like so much untapped homoerotic tension. not wishing anything bad on endi but... i would like to see something. maybe some andixmj or mjxjana idk am i crazy for that -if they don’t forgive mj for delivering on her parents’ ultimatum... i will hurt someone because they literally forgave luka for helping in screwing them over and esteban for falling off the face of the earth for a few days -i would like to see more of andi and emilia and mj and dixon like i feel like we got so much luka esteban sebas and jana and i simply dgaf abt them anymore i feel like i know them so well but idk anything about the others except like dixon is secretly rich, mj is religious, emilia is brazilian and not rich, andi is??? a rich(?) delinquent? was that her dad who was mad abt her being a delinquent ? the same dad that taught her how to play drums? like that simply doesn’t seem right and i would like clarification -sue me because as much as i want mj fruity i think sebas redemption could be cool because then her and mj could be potentially cute but i also want dixon to win but i also think jana or andi should get with mj... mj just slays too hard im sorry -andrea is acting her fucking ass off because she is like a more emo version of andi irl like she could start going by andi rn -selene really is lowkey just eye candy for this show and honestly it’s okay <3 her and gigi are attracting the wlw and it’s working

#emilia alo #andi agosti #mj sevilla #dixon alvarez #jana cohen #esteban torres #luka colucci #sebas langarica

[avengerphobic]

If I'm remembering correctly you like Daken Akihiro right? I know very little of him but I know that he was a complete asshole and evil for a long time, I don't really know how he became less asshole-ly in the present, s what made you like him?

Also, do you think he'd fit in as an agent of atlas? I can see him clashing with Amadeus and Lin Lie and the more younger agents but I'm not sure how Jimmy or Shang chi would react to him.

[Id: anonymous message: Hey, what do you think would happen if Daken Akihiro and Shang chi met? Do you think they'd get along? Cause I'm not sure if they'd hate each other instantly or get along alright. Then again the homoerotic tension that is possible if the two fought is just peak comic book action. But yeah, what do you think? [end id]

I'll answer these together lmao cuz I've been working a lot and havent had time to sit down and think lately

I havent been keeping up with daken comics (I read everything he was in about 3 or 4 years ago I think but havent kept up since) but what initially drew me to him is his relationship with Johnny storm I found that really compelling. plus I love evil/self serving characters a lot I just found him neat I'm not sure why I became so obsessed with him so quick but I did lol

as for him on the agents of atlas I definitely agree that I think the younger agents wouldnt get along with him. I am torn about amadeus tho cuz amadeus has this thing where he defends misunderstood men, but also the only time I can think amadeus interacted with daken was when he and Hercules briefly fought the dark avengers (tho they didnt directly fight) so either amadeus would be like come on guys hes not that bad or hed be like I dont trust him at all hes evil (tho with how amadeus defended namor I'd be inclined to think he might be like hes not really evil just a jerk)

I think jimmy would like daken. I dont really have any reason for this besides he ended up liking Temujin who's sorta evil and a bitch. I have joked that theyd fuck cuz Jimmy's type is people with daddy issues but I cant find the post rip.

now for shang-chi, I think that initially shang-chi would hate him or not trust him, but over time they might get a sorta I see you you also have a terrible relationship with your father maybe it's not the same context but I can understand that. I dont think that shang-chi could ever fully trust daken just because daken isnt very trust worthy. but I think maybe they could be friends. I definitely want a homoerotic fight between them (I've said this before actually lol)

#daken akihiro #jimmy woo #shang-chi #answered #pandakailovesshangchi #agents of atlas

[themountainsays]

Did you ever untangle all those narrative problems for "Our Lady of Sorrows"? 'Cause it may just be me and my problematic poly-loving self, but I can't help thinking that the dynamic between Isabela/Dolores/Mirabel sounds a bit like the main characters in the film Crimson Peak. What I'm trying to say is: have you considered giving Mirabel a crush on Dolores and creepy homoerotic tension with Isa as motives for getting more and more entangled with them as she tries to figure out wth is going on?

Ohhh, that's an interesting idea anon 👀👀 I've considered ending the story with Mirabel doing something as horrible as they have, so she stops going after them? She's like them now. Idk how I feel about having the three of them be together in the end, because I was planning to make this an actual fic and while it's fun to talk about a million alternative ideas here, when it comes to a fic you can only have one, but ahhh yes Mirabel joining them and being as messed up as them while they lovingly bring her into their world and show her the ropes is definitely the sexiest ending, and it's actually very tonailly fitting?? it resolves the conflict in a way that lets Evil™ thrive - and that's a huge part of the story, like, villain!isalores. I don't want them to redeem themselves, I want them to be hot evil lesbian cousinfuckers. Mmmm dragging baby sister down with them is certainly very evil and fucked up, and also pretty hot imo.

#madrigalcest #''our lady of sorrows'' #isalores villain au #isalores #shipcest #isamira #miralores #villain!dolores #villain!isabela #villain!mirabel

[fleabaged]

Ranking Phoebe Waller-Bridge Characters from Least Feral and Morally Unhinged to Most Feral and Morally Unhinged.

7. Lulu Crashing 

Literally what is stopping this straight white couple from being together their whole life? Lit’rally nothing. There is no conflict. oh no i have this sexy best friend and we play little ukelele tunes for each other having sex would totally, what, ruin this once in a lifetime dynamic?? oh for fuck’s sake. Even his own fiance is waiting anxiously for these two to bang like-

0/10 not Feral OR Morally Unhinged

6. Godmother Fleabag

DEFINITLEY Feral but is too rooted in society’s expectations to truly become morally unhinged. Not sneaky at all, although, major props for being openly horny for the men around her right in front of her own mans. WOULD attend her sexhibition, would NOT attend her wedding.

4/10 Feral, but needs work on Morally Unhinged

5. Carolyn Killing Eve

DEFINTILEY Morally Unhinged but is so put together she’d rather die than be seen as feral. Has a rotating list of lovers, could give a fuck about her kid, and literally spotted some homoerotic tension between her employee and a notorious assassian and was like “checkmate imma use this sapphic situation to spin these bitches and manipulate them into doing my dirty, dirty bidding- just another day at the job.” smokes a fat blunt afterwards to celebrate, too.

5/10 maxed out on Morally Unhinged, will get more points when she finally loses her cool and becomes fully Feral

4. Fleabag Fleabag

now HERE’S some LEGITIMATE HETEROSEXUAL CONFLICT!!!! fleabag’s after a priest!! this is an ACtUAL reason why this straight white duo can’t immediatley be together!! she wants what she can’t have!! a little sexual church tension!! pure sexiness! phoebe knew what she was doing when she cast a humble gay man to play this role- who else could bring such gentleness to the screen!!! KNEEL, BITCH!!!!!! i’ll never get over it.

6/10 fleabag grows as a character but will never lose her edge :’)

3. Villanelle Killing Eve

you’re a fool if you thought she’d come in first. she’s just trying to do her job well! At her core she’s simply a sad lonely gay pisces. gets extra feral points for her little sex & killing stirring the same feelings inside her. Kills for now, but Dream Job is being a stay at home trophy wife who cooks and shops for her wife.

8/10 feral & morally unhinged on the surface but peel back some layers and there’s only unbearable tenderness

2. Eve Killing Eve

ALMOST a first place win for eve. Job? Fuck that. Husband? Fuck that. This bitch is OUT of control!!! she HIRES villanelle even though she has ALL of the resources of MI6 at her fingertips. doesn’t even think TWICE when her boss lets her do it immediatley. not for one second does she pause in think “it’s odd carolyn is letting me do all this could i possibly be being manipulated right now?” HELL NO!!!! she’s completely lost in the sauce. ALSO has mad sex game . bangs her 26 year old co-worker while listening to 26 year old love interest via an earpiece. willing to die for pussy.

9/10 PEAK character development of releasing your inner Feralness and becoming fully unhinged- ladies take note!!!

1. Claire Fleabag

said “let’s go fucking crazy tonight” with such conviction and chaotic energy that it rearranged the chemicals in my brain and i asceneded to become a different person whose third eye was finally open. leaves her husband for a man named klare

10/10 it’s her world and were just living in it

#just some thoughts i had #killing eve #fleabag #phoebe waller bridge #crashing #sandra oh #jodie comer #ugh phoebe's mind is unreal #pwb #* #sian clifford

[deadlightcircus]

favourite robotnik moments and observations ( in no particular order )

!!!MAJOR SPOILERS!!!

- “i was breastfed, actually”, “niiiice... rub that in my orphan face.” (mommy issues, check)

- robotnik treats stone like an asshole and exploits his lapdog’s unwavering loyalty and admiration at every turn (which is probably the best treatment you could hope for, coming from someone who can’t stand anything that’s sentient), but i was absolutely not expecting to see some of their dynamic laced with what can only be described as this kinky, repressed homoerotic tension. robotnik grabbing stone roughly by the mouth and pulling him in? robotnik ordering stone to pin himself against the wall before belittling him, nose to nose? (looked like stone intentionally goaded robotnik into reprimanding him that time)?.... das gay my dudes.  - he prevented a coup in pakistan and halted the formation of “azerbaijanistan”, apparently. 

- everything about his chaotic dance number to ‘where evil grows’? flawless. robotnik in his element. at his peak. because what is a villain without an iconic, self-indulgent dance scene. 👏👏

- really want to browse through the rest of his ‘tunes of anarchy’ playlist! can whoever’s managing sonic’s marketing or social media put together an official playlist on spotify? - i like that he still called his robots ‘badniks’.  - “of course i want a latte, I LOVE THE WAY YOU MAKE THEM!” because robotnik is incapable of delivering a genuinely heartfelt compliment, he has to default to being menacing and confrontational instead. (also he can’t allow his true feelings for stone to slip you know? conceal don’t feel)

- [while inspecting sonic’s quill] “omoshiroi...” (interesting). i know people want eggman to say fuck or snooping as usual i see, but me? i kinda wanna hear him randomly utter more japanese phrases.  - the visual gag where every time one of robotnik’s badniks would get destroyed by sonic or tom during the motorway chase scene, a smaller one would take its place? hilarious.  

- maddie and tom ripping on robotnik’s lazytown oc costume: “nice of you to swing by on your way to comic con!” “yeah, what are you wearing?” “it’s a flight suit my evil sportacus cosplay!” - “that was an illegal left, by the way!” [breaks every road safety law known to man] “you’re not allowed up there, it’s one of the seven wonders!” [blasts chunks of limestone out of a pyramid after shooting his ship’s laser gun at sonic]  because it’s only ever unacceptable/illegal if someone else is the perpetrator! - they seem to have omitted robotnik’s “you’re mine, hedgehog!” line that was used in some of the more recent trailers/tv spots, which i found mildly disappointing since he sounded very much like eggman in that moment. at least we managed to get a tease of his raspy eggman-esque voice cracking through during the final scene, though! 

- he’s been stranded on the mushroom planet with agent “stone” for 87 days according to his log.  - ROCKONNAISSANCE. [nasally eggman laughter] 

#sonic movie #sonic movie spoilers #spoilers #dr robotnik #eggman #agent stone #sry this is like all over the place and not very articulate #but i needed to get my thots out

[gentlejack]

Welcome to the second edition of i rate anne lister according to hotness in all of her scenes! PART I: here

Episode 2: “I Just Went There To Study Anatomy”

In The Process Of Making Wealthy Little Miss Walker Her Wife Anne: 10/10. This is a TRULY SUPERB Anne. This is peak dapperness. It’s one of her most polished looques -- the ear curls are gleaming, the eyebrow hair is tamed, the cravat is neat, the charm is on, she is so handsome that any woman would consider herself lucky to listen to her anecdotes about dissecting babies. 

The Same Anne But She Has Taken Off Her Coat: 11/10 because Anne removing one of her 8687 layers of clothing is always sexy; extra bonus for the homoerotic tension and the close-ups of eyes and lips in this scene. 

Dear Diary, All Miss Walker Needs To Do Now Is To Realise That What She Feels For Me Is Love Anne: 11/10. This is a fast-walking, self-satisfied, peacock-y Anne who moves so energetically that it is impossible to grab an unblurred screenshot of her. I am extra in love with this Anne because her boasting gets interrupted by a Bothersome Man and we see her morph from charming lesbian Anne into gruff business lesbian Anne. Hot. 

Pondering One Of Many Coal Negotiations Anne: Ohohohhh definitely 14/10. The sleeves. The striped waistcoat. The ever so slightly dishevelled cravat. The intense gaze, the hand at her lips, the mermaid throne, this Anne has everything and can have all my coal and whatever other resources she demands of me. Wink wonk. 

Doctor Anne Looking At Traumatised Farmboy: 8/10. This scene has a child in it and thus we aren’t meant to thirst for Anne quite as much, which I dislike. This Anne gets love from me for her very dark eyes and the fact that she talks about sword-fighting and discloses angsty insights into her psyche; though again, the dead brother and agony over being a lesbian who frequently gets mistaken for a man deflects a little bit from this Anne’s thirst-worthiness. Still a very beautiful and sweet Anne!

A Chaumière Is Not A Shed Anne: 12/10 I LOVE THIS ANNE. One of the most iconic Annes we ever did see! She is sassy and in charge, she bosses her family around, she does whatever she likes to her estate, she is snobby, she fingers her wine glass, she is conceited and snooty and looks EXACTLY like the kind of lady who runs the oldest house in Halifax, which dates back to Henry the Fifth and Agincourt and is not, and never has been, a farm, Marian.

Tempting Miss Walker To Go To Switzerland Anne: 11/10 A beautiful and hilarious Anne! An Anne who gets so jealous that she breaks a knife with her bare lesbian hands. An Anne who has her jealous lesbian wounds patched up by Miss Walker and her lily-white handkerchief, which is inherently sexy as fuck. Her cravat is silver, her collar is adequately ruffle-y, she is falling in love without quite realising it. A gorgeous, intense Anne. Would definitely go to Switzerland with her any day. 

Wondering If Miss Walker Has Ever Kissed Anyone Anne: 15/10 because this scene has lip-stroking. And staring at lips. And longing. And ridiculous talk about sexual practices. This Anne is so focused in her courting of little Miss Walker and tbh who wouldn’t have a gay awakening under these circumstances??

Just Went To Paris To Study Anatomy Anne: 100000/10. I mean. I. I mean, I just, I mean, I, this, I just mean that this is. Yes. I. Hm.  Apart from the obvious ........... the muscular arm. The loose hair that falls across her very naked back. The fact that she still has her drawers on because she is an untouchable stone butch. The glint of sunlight. Everything about this Anne and this scene is perfection. 

Smirky Tophat Anne Who’s Having A Public Monologue On Her Own Greatness: 10/10 I LOVE to see a confident, happy Anne who wears a tophat and is fully aware of her own sexiness. Yes. Love love love. I want to wife this Anne. 

Eating Pieces Of Fruit In A Homosexual Manner Whilst Eyeing Up Mrs Priestley Anne: 12/10 I think we can all agree that the unnecessary way in which Anne spreads open slices of figs with her fingers and then buries her face in them for some delighted slurping is entirely hot and entirely stupid. And then she licks her thumb. And sucks on it. I appreciate this Anne but also kind of hate her. 

About To Smash Her Room Because Vere Invited Her To Her Wedding Anne: 9/10. This Anne gets a lower rating just because my heart hurts when I watch this scene. Kudos to this angry, vulnerable, emotional Anne for realising she’s now Too Old to smash up her entire room because a lady is giving her trouble, though. 

Confronting A Shitty Man At His Shitty Bank Anne: 10/10 This is a very Anne-y Anne. The hard stare, the tightly set jaw, the raised chin, the squared shoulders; this Anne embodies everything sexy about confronting shitty men in public and I just, oof. Also, look at her beautiful floral collar. 

Laughing At A Shitty Man Anne: 16/10 This Anne has just returned back inside from doing manual labour in the garden (a scene I currently have no access to, fuck you HBO), and thus her cravat is undone, wisps of hair are flying everywhere, there are speckles of dirt in her face, she’s woman-spreading in her chair, you can see a sliver of her chest, and she’s wearing the biggest, most-shit eating Grin Of Self-Satisfaction in the world, and I love her, she is clearly the superior person in the room and also in the world. I want to sit on this Anne’s lap. Right now. 

Saying Farewell To Ann Walker Whilst Admiring Her Watercolours Anne: 11/10 Ooohhh such a soft and lovely and sweet and romantic Anne. This is the first time she seeks emotional support from Ann, and you can see her melting ever so fondly as she falls further and further in love with her future wife. The gondola pin, the yearning, the closeness, the almost-kiss, it’s just too much. This Anne is so tender, but then she turns the room into a mosh pit as soon as A Possible Rival enters the scene. Shouldering Catherine out of the way? Sexy. Very. 

Laughing At Yet Another Man Anne: 12/10 Listen I don’t know how many alpha Annes in a row I can stand, but this one is just hot, snarky, sarcastic, and so very prim and proper in her chair. Also, the sleeves. Goddess bless this Anne. 

Wearing A Giant Hat That Makes Every Church-Goer Behind Her Erupt Into Spontaneous Hatred Anne: 20/10 This Anne is, despite her enormous monstrosity of a hat, just a wee tearful baby and I want to wrap her into the softest hug!! She is hot because this outfit is so positively ludicrous and only Suranne Jones could carry it off with so much confidence. But also, ouch, this scene hits me so hard because not only does Anne have to watch Vere get married to a man, she also ponders the fact that this sort of marriage will forever be denied to her, and it’s just ... not fair. 

We’re Not Alive Unless We Tell Our Ex Girlfriend That Her Husband Sucks, Are We? Anne: 11/10 This is a very beautiful Anne. There is just a tiny bit of spite towards Vere’s husband (hot), but she prioritises kindness over her own heartbreak, and also you can see her little facial hairs glimmering in the slanting sunlight and she is an absolute lesbian angel. Also, I feel like this hat in close-up shots is the nearest we will ever get to a historical snapback-wearing Anne. 

Off To Pester Miss Walker At The Lake District Anne: 50/10 THIS ANNE. This Anne is EVERYTHING! Look at her perfect stupid collar. Look at the puffy sleeves! Her watch is dangling around her neck! Her hair is adorable and braided very cutely! Her eyes are making love to the camera! Her smile waters my crops and also various other things of mine! She is happy to run after her wife, she focuses on the future instead of dwelling on the past, and she is absolutely breath-taking. Thank you Suranne Jones, you are a gift to lesbians everywhere in this universe.

Vote for your favourite Anne below!

#i dare to say i am like no one in the whole world. ( anne lister ) #( long post. ) #i wish to make a name for myself. ( headcanons ) #( love love love love )

[lesbianlovelanguage]

situation #22 sentence #24 steve harrington

Hi anon! I hope you enjoy some hella jealous Steve 😊 

Warning: There’s a whole lot of swearing and Steve kind of beats himself up a little about not being as smart as Billy, but it all works out in the end!

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Steve was annoyed, and that annoyance was quickly working towards outright anger. 

He couldn’t deny it anymore. He was jealous. Jealous of Billy Hargrove, no less. Robin was going to have a field day when she found out. Granted she had chalked it up to homoerotic tension or some shit, but Steve wasn’t gay, or bisexual, or whatever terms she threw his way. 

As Steve was busy glaring a hole through the lunch table, mentally recounting all of the reasons he was jealous of Billy, the man himself walked over to his lunch table and sat down right across from Steve.

“Don’t think too hard Pretty Boy. Might hurt yourself,” Billy said with fake concern. 

“Fuck off Hargrove,” Steve growled.

“Oh Pretty Boy! You wound me!” He tacked on a hand to his chest and swooned backwards as if he were a damsel in distress, which just led Steve to roll his eyes.

“Oh piss off. I’ll see you in English,” he snapped, quickly gathering his lunch and pushing off to go find somewhere else to sit. Before he could stand up though, Billy snatched his wrist and tugged until he was leaning over the table towards the blond. 

“I don’t think you want to leave until you’ve heard my offer.” Billy whispered before letting go of Steve’s wrist to shoot back down and resume eating his lunch as if nothing had happened. Steve considered the boy in front of him for a minute, taking in the small, delicate gold hoop in his left ear and the ocean blue eyes he cou-girls could get lost in. Billy’s air of nonchalance had Steve’s interest peaked, so he slowly sank back into his seat.

“Alright Goldilocks,” Billy’s head shot up at the nickname, but Steve pressed on. “What’s your offer?”

“Well, Bambi, I couldn’t help but see your last test score in Mrs. Jager’s class and I thought I could be of assistance. I’m assuming you need to pass this last test?” He asked the question with a raised eyebrow and a growing smirk.

“You’re- You’re seriously offering to tutor me?” Steve wasn’t prepared for this. 

“Yeah, Pretty Boy. That’s exactly what I’m offering.” Billy sat back and flashed Steve a smile that was all teeth, clearly expecting an answer.

Steve mulled it over. One of the top things on his Jealous of Billy Fucking Hargrove list, yes he had a list, was his brain. The guy was fucking brilliant. Never seemed to study, but always got A’s no matter the subject. 

But he was also a certified asshole. This could be the perfect ammunition against Steve, the proof that he was stupid and nothing but a pretty head of hair and bullshit. Ever since his fall from King Steve, it seemed that most of the school’s population was out for his blood and this would be like opening up a buffet for public enemy number one.

Fuck it. What else did he have to lose?

“Sure. My house, 5 o’clock.” He shot out, before he could lose his nerve.

“Wow Pretty Boy, so excited to have me all to yourself?”

“You wish Hargrove.”

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It was 4:45, and Steve was deeply regretting his decision. Why had he accepted this? He knew he had a D in Mrs. Jager’s class, and needed to pass to graduate, but was it worth letting Billy Hargrove in his house?

Rather than getting sucked into a cycle of negative thoughts, he readjusted the snack bowls he had laid out on the coffee table. A spread of pretzels, grapes, chocolates, and popcorn set in a line of tastiness. God he was turning into a suburban housewife. Before he could scrape the bowls though, there was a loud knock from the front door. Show time.

Billy was wearing the same clothes from school, a pair of dark wash jeans that fit his sculpted thighs perfectly, and an equally tight Metallica t-shirt partially obscured by his infamous leather jacket. Made Steve feel entirely underdressed in his sweatpants and oversized sweater, which was stupid because it wasn’t like this was a date or some shit. Steve wasn’t gay, he could just appreciate Billy’s aesthetic and dedication to working out. Right? 

He led Billy into the living room, expecting at least some form of ridicule from the snack layout, but Billy merely set his bag down next to the couch and flopped onto it. He looked up at Steve from where he had sprawled out.

“Ready Pretty Boy? Or you need another minute to gawk?” The mocking didn’t hold the same venom as at school though. It seemed playful instead, as if being away from their peers softened Billy’s edges. 

“Ready when you are Goldilocks.” He pushed Billy’s feet off the couch and took a seat where they had been, pulling out his math textbook as Billy did the same. Steve also pulled out a beat up notebook, but Billy made no move to do the same, just opened up his textbook to the pages due tomorrow.

“Aren’t you going to pull out your notes?”

“Don’t need them Baby. Got it all up here,” he said, pointing to his head. Steve felt jealousy begin to flare up again at the clear boast. How could he have no written notes, whereas Steve needed pages to barely understand the problems.  He stamped it down though, deciding to focus instead on the problem at hand, or rather the problems. 

By the two hour mark, Steve only had five problems to show for all his hard work. Billy had, of course, finished all twenty problems in the first thirty minutes and then spent the rest of the time helping Steve, but with every explanation he gave, Steve’s jealousy and impatience only grew until he finally blew up. They had been working on the same problem for twenty minutes when Steve shot up from his seat, bumping the coffee table and sending everything on it flying. 

“I’m done. I’m over it. I’ll fucking fail, it’s fine!” Steve said, getting louder with every word until he was shouting.

“Pretty Boy, it’s fine. You’ve almo-”

“Don’t you fucking finish that sentence Hargrove. I don’t ‘almost got it’,” Steve mocked, “and I wish everyone would stop saying that shit. I get it, I’m fucking stupid. I’m nothing but a pretty boy, going nowhere in life, with no future beyond being a fucking ice cream boy or some shit! I’m bullshit.” He spat the last word with all of the venom he could muster, hearing Nancy do the same almost as clearly as she did that night. “It’s fine Hargrove. I release you from your tutor shit or whatever.” 

Steve didn’t realize how close to crying he was until he said the clear dismissal. Great, now not only would Billy be able to say how stupid Steve Harrington was, but also that he was a crybaby. 

He expected laughter, mocking retorts, even just for Billy to pack up and leave but what he got instead was Billy silently standing up and walking over to Steve, carefully avoiding the debris on the ground. Once he got to Steve, he carefully put a hand under his chin and tried to raise his head from where it had bent over in an attempt to hide the tears.

“Steve, look at me. Please?” Billy said softly. The gentle tone in his voice, as if he were afraid Steve was made of glass, ready to shatter at the wrong move, sent Steve over the edge. His head snapped up and he shot the coldest glare he could make at Billy.

“Let me go.” 

“Not until you tal-” Steve lost it. All of the jealousy and rage and frustration and self-pity reared up. Steve pushed Billy back with all his might. He flailed in the air for a moment before catching himself on his back foot. Once Billy regained his balance, he looked directly at Steve, a challenge in his blueblueblue eyes. 

“So that’s how you want to play it, Stevie?” He said, lunging towards Steve, who had frozen in shock at the fact that he had pushed Billy. They both fell to the floor and proceeded to wrestle for a few minutes before Billy finally pinned him down, arms held above his head and Billy straddling his thighs. They were both panting, clothes rumpled and hair a mess. Billy got his composure first, and leaned into Steve’s face.

“Now you have to listen to me Bambi,” he said, breath ghosting over Steve’s cheekbones, sending a shiver down his spine.

“No I don’t. Get the fuck off me.” He struggled, trying to pull his hands out of Billy’s tight grasp, but Billy only put more pressure on them.

“Not until you fucking listen to me Steve. You are not just some dumb bumpkin pretty boy. Yeah, you may be gorgeous, practically pretty enough to eat,” Steve scoffed at the statement, but quickly shut his mouth with a glare from Billy. “But you’re so much more than that. You’re kind, and patient, and a great fucking babysitter. Max never shuts up about you. You’re an awesome captain for the team, a fantastic leader. You’re strong and brave and sure, you’re not the brightest, but you understand people Steve. That- That’s incredible.” 

“Why are you saying this?”

“Because, I never want you to feel like you’re not good enough. You amaze me Harrington. Every. Damn. Day.”

Steve broke eye contact to glance down at Billy’s lips, and for the second time that day threw caution to the wind.

“Can I- can I kiss you?”

“Fuck yes. Please,” Billy almost whined. Suddenly, Billy wasn’t pinning him down anymore, hands leaving his wrists to frame his face as he leaned down to give Steve a sweet, tender kiss. 

“Been wanting to do that since Halloween baby.” Billy whispered. 

“Why didn’t you?” Steve said, matching Billy’s whisper.

“Didn’t think you wanted it.”

“I definitely want it now Tiger.” Billy growled at the nickname, and Steve’s world was a blur for a few seconds as he was manhandled onto the couch, this time on top of Billy. 

“Show me how much.”

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So, uh, yeah! Let me know if y’all enjoyed it! I’m hoping to get the rest of these prompts out tomorrow but we’ll see... 

#harringrove #harringrove ficlet #tay writes #steve’s not the smartest #but he has so much else to offer #harringrove fic #tutor au

[dollopheadsandclotpoles]

Okay but we all have to agree that while John and sherlock are really up there with their gayness for each other NOTHING will EVER beat the homoerotic tension I had to witness between merlin and arthur in EVERY. SINGLE. EPISODE. I'm sorry but they are the gayest of gays and no one can change my mind

When I was at the peak of my Johnlock obsession, one of my friends was like “You really need to watch this show called Merlin, the sexual tension between the two main characters puts your Johnlock to SHAME” and I was like hahah yeah right, please!! Johnlock are SO in love. 

And then I started Merlin and by episode 4 I was literally like... ok you’re so right, this is the most homoerotic thing I have ever seen in my entire fucking life. Like seriously Merlin and Arthur are more canon than half the actual canon couples out there. 

Also In case you haven’t been able to tell they have RUINEd my life 

#Merthur #Johnlock #BBC Merlin #Sherlock #anonymous #ask

[following-the-fairy-lights]

62 and 63?

62. seven characters you relate to?

oh god too many. weirdly enough i often find an affinity with the sidekick?? but let’s not look into that too closely!!!!!!!

coraline//evelyn carnahan (and bro jonathan)//hestia//hermione//leonard “bones” mccoy//every female shakespeare character. all of them. they’re all so much smarter than every man and they’re so done with how dumb the men are that they solve the problem before the men can even blink.//antigone (tbh all women who go feral in the greek canon also, cause Mood)

63. five songs that would play in your club?

song asks give me such trouble guys!!!!! im too indecisive for this!!!!!! 

ok songs at the club

but the wages-hozier. my club would be a spark for the revolution babey!!!!

blind heart-cazzette. random bop i found that i really vibe with for some reason?

ghengis khan-miike snow. that homoerotic tension is necessary for a peak club experience!!!!

out of touch-hall and oates. i would have a weird club, this is undeniable.

mambo no. 5-because it’s not a club without it?!?!? what do i look like, a fucking barbarian????

thanks for this ask love!!!!!!!! (also-miss u!! hope you’re doing well!!!!!!)

#i have Problems picking songs guys!!!!!!! #my music taste is so limited and also really weird and niche #so sorry about that #asks