#we all notice the homoeroticism

[the-vampire-queer]

O negative blood versus A positive blood this, animal blood versus human blood that

What if vampires stopped arguing and instead made out?

#we all notice the homoeroticism #so why don't they just make out #easy solution you guys #vampires #janus rambles about vampires (again)

[wolfofansbach]

BEING A LIST OF THE THIRTEEN GREATEST RIVERDALE LINES, ON THE OCCASION OF THAT SHOW'S TERMINATION

As our much loved/hated show comes to an end, I feel compelled to record, for posterity, the greatest thirteen pieces of dialogue to spring from the pens of RAS and his henchmen. It was, of course, originally a top ten list, but I simply could not exclude a few of these treasures. Without further ado: 

13. 

“I dropped out in the 4th grade, to sell drugs, to support my nana.” 

“That means you haven't known the triumphs and defeats, the epic highs and lows of high school football.” 

Spoken by: an inmate of Leopold and Loeb Juvenile Detention Center, and Archie Andrews. 

In: 3 x 2 

Yeah, okay, this one had to be on the list. It’s funny, I’ll admit. It’s a great example of the overwrought semi-sincere melodrama that helped make this show so special. It’s low on the list largely because The Normies got their hands on it, so every time I hear someone make a reference I get all “do not cite the deep magic to me, witch.” 

12. 

“No! No! What are we supposed to do now? I’m horny as heck!”

Spoken by: Archie Andrews 

In: 7 x 16

Season 7 is undeniably dreadful, and yet there are diamonds in the rough. The occasion is the failure of a projector, just as Archie and Reggie prepare to watch a pornographic film. The utter desperation with which KJ Apa delivers this line is exquisite. One is made to feel they are witnessing a genuine tragedy. 

11. 

“Tonight, they’re making an exception and debuting a cover of the song my parents claim they were listening to the night Jason and I were conceived.” 

Spoken by: Cheryl Blossom. 

In: 1 x 1 

Really a fantastic line. A wonderful encapsulation of the casual absurdity of Cheryl’s character, and a foretaste of the lunacy we would plumb in later episodes and seasons. 

10. 

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t fit in and I don’t want to fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on? That’s weird.” 

Spoken by: Jughead Jones

In: 1 x 10

A genuine classic. “High school football” before “high school football.” One is never entirely sure just how sincere the line is meant to be, both on a meta-level and in-universe. A perfect illumination of Jughead’s pretentiousness. It is made all the better by the occasional cuts to Lili Reinhard’s agonized face. 

9. 

“At the last dance, multiple students were murdered.” 

Spoken by: Principal Holden Honey. 

In: 4 x 2

Delivered as an explanation to Toni and Cheryl, as to why there would be no school dance this year. Principal Honey is in fact supremely rational in the cancellation of this dance. This being Riverdale, he is of course treated as an unreasonable tyrant. 

8. 

“Bro, I know all the secrets of this universe.” 

Spoken by: Archie Andrews (evil version)

In: 6 x 5 

Spoken as evil Archie reveals his evil plan to keep the parallel universes apart. KJ Apa’s delivery once again makes this line. He is comically sinister. Strangely, he sells it. 

7. 

“A Vughead kiss, right now, in the present might be precisely what it takes to save a future Bughead from imploding.” 

Spoken by: Jughead Jones. 

In: 2 x 14

One of those lines that both makes me laugh and makes me genuinely angry. This was a fairly early season, and this may have actually been the first line to get me asking, ‘did they genuinely write and deliver that?’ Extra points for use of the atrocious ‘Vughead’ portmanteau ship name rather than ‘Jeronica.’ 

6. 

“I’m the ultimate wild card. I am the daughter of The Black Hood. The nightmare from next door. I’m training with the FBI and I’m coming for you, you psycho bitch.” 

Spoken by: Betty Cooper

In: 4 x 14 

Just delicious. Another one of those lines that leaves you somewhat unsure whether or not the writers understood how genuinely hysterical it was. “The Nightmare from Next Door” sounds like an announcer hyping up a wrestler. Spoken with a raw sincerity by Lili Reinhart. Also points for the heavy homoeroticism between Betty and Donna. 

5. 

“For I am Cheryl Blossom, Queen of the Bees.” 

Spoken by: Cheryl Blossom.

In: 5 x 16. 

This one really doesn’t require any elaboration. 

4. 

“Elijah ascended…and I will, too.” 

Spoken by: Edgar Evernever.

In: 4 x 5. 

Admittedly, this one is only spectacular with context. But in context—the context being that Chad Michael Murray delivers this line while dressed like Evel Knievel and standing in a cartoon rocket right out of a Warner Bros cartoon—it becomes utterly magnificent. 

3. 

“It’s not queer baiting, it’s saving the world.” 

Spoken by: Veronica Lodge. 

In: 6 x 22. 

It’s actually hard for me to decide whether this one is funnier with or without context. Without context it’s wonderful, but it possibly becomes even funnier when you know that the context is that Veronica needs to kiss Cheryl to transfer superpowers into her body so she can turn into a Scarlet Witch knock-off and stop a magic comet summoned by Sephiroth an English wizard who is also the Devil. 

2. 

“If there’s no wedding reception, it means the Gargoyle King has won.” 

Spoken by: Kevin Keller. 

In: 3 x 12.

One of my personal favorites. This is a perfect line because like #3, it requires no real elaboration. There is absolutely no context in which it isn’t hysterical. 

1 .

“Word of my exploits serving Nick his comeuppance has seeped into the demimonde of mobsters and molls my father used to associate with, so the five families are sending their youngest and brightest, their ‘princes,’ as it were to, well, come court the rare Mafia Princess who can belly up to the bar with the big boys.

Spoken by: Veronica Lodge. 

In: 2 x 20. 

This is, in my opinion, the all-timer. Every word is perfect. The rapid-fire alliteration. The use of the word ‘demimonde.’ The entirely unnecessary addition of ‘as it were.’ This is borderline Dr. Seuss. The fact that Camila Mendes delivered it without cracking a smile should have won her an Emmy. No. An Oscar. This line is Riverdale. 

#riverdale #veronica lodge #jughead jones #betty cooper #archie andrews #kevin keller #cheryl blossom #edgar evernever

[kiwinatorwaffles]

two aroaces try to figure out dates 28 injured 3 dead

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The first page of a three-paged comic. Panel 1: Edgeworth crosses his arms with an uncertain expression, saying, "miss maya, i hope you don't mind me requesting your help on such a short notice. Panel 2: Edgeworth lifts his hand to his chin, saying "i want to show wright appreciation by inviting him to a date, but i have no idea what to do. i was wondering if you had any advice or ideas from the perspective of someone who also doesn't experience romantic attraction. Panel 3: Maya grins and says, "oh yea, totes! i can help! lemme quickly just--" Panel 4: Maya pulls out her phone, scrolling through her Ao3 page titled "mayoinnaise." She says uncertainly, "um…. date ideas right… erm…. ok gimme a sec…."

The second page of a three-paged comic. Panel 1: Maya and Edgeworth have a back-and-forth conversation, starting with Maya's speech bubble. "how about going to the countryside and horseback riding and having a picnic?" "horseback…? the countryside is hours away…" "okay um… just a picnic then?" "i'm allergic to pollen." "sounds like you're just allergic to dates. "apologies…" Panel 2: Maya says, "wait i have a great idea!! you should get drinks and watch something on tv until he gets mega drunk and starts crying at you because you're so beautiful!!" Below Maya's speech bubble is a little bubble titled "Maya vision:" where Phoenix is blushing with his tie around his head, saying "miles i love you" with a bunch of "u's" stretching out. Panel 3: Edgeworth, unamused, says "…you know maybe i should've gone to larry". Panel 4: Offended, Maya replies, "hey!" in all caps and bolded italic text. "do you think LARRY would have better advice? he'd be all like," Her speech bubble cuts off here, switching to one that mimics Larry, indicated by a small Larry head beside the speech bubble and text saying "Larry voice". It reads, "edgey boy you should take him to your place and fuck him raw!" Panel 5: Edgeworth, looking sick, replies, "…good point. now excuse me while i go throw up."

The last page of a three-paged comic. Panel 1: Maya scrolling desperately with a speech bubble consisting entirely of ellipses. Text on the corner of the panel reads, "(on her 7th ao3 page)". Panel 2: Maya suddenly exclaims "dinner!" in italicized all-caps. "nothing bad ever happens with dinner!" Panel 3: Edgeworth closes his eyes and presses a finger against his temple, saying, "last time we had a dinner 'date,' wright ate his salad with a butter knife…" Dejected, Maya replies, "right. that time. post cancelled no dinner i guess". Panel 4: Maya looks back at her phone with one hand up in defeat and says, "man, i'm sorry… pretty much all i write is homoeroticism and angst! maybe we should ask larry…" Edgeworth's speech bubble reassures her, "i appreciate the help regardless…" Panel 5: A context box in the top-left of the panel reads, "meanwhile, phoenix:" Phoenix sits on the couch outside the office with a confused expression, thinking "wtf are they talking about". There is text in the bottom left corner that reads "(they kicked him out of the office)".

End ID.

#ace attorney #miles edgeworth #maya fey #phoenix wright #wrightworth #narumitsu #phoenix wright ace attorney #kiwi’s scribbles

[actualmermaid]

Since I've spent the last month-plus neck-deep in queer Christian history research, I ended up with some thoughts™️ about "classical" Western homoeroticism vs. Christian homophobia.

Liberal Christian apologetics sometimes do a very annoying thing when asked to explain the homophobia in the New Testament epistles. Because it's real, it's there, and homophobic Christians take it as the Unquestionable Word of God. So obviously we have to do something about it.

The liberal explanation tends to go something like this: "the epistle writer is talking about the abusive and exploitative homosexual acts that were common in ancient Rome, not the loving/egalitarian/mutually respectful relationships that gay people are able to have today." And it's so frustrating because there is SOME truth in this. We and Paul both know that the Greeks and Romans were notorious pederasts and slave-abusers. And that's bad! It's super bad. I do agree that Paul/the epistle writer is condemning abusive behavior using language and frameworks that would have been available to him at the time. Deciphering the social context of the epistles can get messy.

But the annoying thing is this: it is not affirming to suggest that all gay people in the past were either abusers or their victims, and "we're more enlightened now" is a lie. We are not smarter than the Greeks. We are not more civilized than the Romans. We are not more pious than the medievals. (Hello there, Roman Catholic sex abuse scandals.) And there have always been gay people who have defied all odds to have loving, egalitarian, and mutually respectful relationships with each other, even if we do not know their stories or their struggles.

This is kind of the crux of John Boswell's "controversial" thesis: gay people have always existed, even if they had to conceal themselves and their relationships behind various protective structures. (I actually haven't read any of his books yet, so I'm not going to engage too deeply with the nuances of his arguments.) When people try to dismiss him, I suspect it's because they don't notice or appreciate what he probably noticed. I have a hunch that Boswell's arguments are not super intersectional and focus mostly on the privileged sphere of people who left written records in the Middle Ages, but hey, serious LGBTQ Christian history research has to start somewhere. I'll withhold judgment for now. But I do think he was totally right about one thing: Saints Sergius and Bacchus. They were totally a gay couple until somehow proven otherwise, IMO. The reason I think he was right is because he was able to notice the "classical" aesthetics of homoeroticism in their legend even though it might not obvious to people who don't know what they're looking for. Straight people reading the legend are like "there's nothing gay about this" and gay people are like "wow, this story is pretty gay."

If you've ever looked into Western gay history, you've seen two words: erastes and eromenos. This means "lover" and "beloved," the two sides of a classical Greek pederastic relationship. The Greeks did actually recognize an age of consent and had ideals of proper behavior that regulated these relationships, but these were still usually relationships between a teenage boy and an older man, which isn't great. They also had all kinds of weird ideas about the politics of penetration and so forth. The Greeks and Romans didn't really think that two people could really be equal to each other--in any relationship, there was always one who was sort of subordinate to the other. So it was "weird" for two social equals to be in a gay relationship, as opposed to one with one partner who was already "established" and was "showing the ropes" to a younger guy who needed some wholesome manly instruction. We may not be better, smarter, or more enlightened than people in the past, but we do have the ability to critique them and try to identify the harmful behaviors that we've inherited from them, so we can do better. We've come a long way since the days of erastes/eromenos relationships, but one thing has stuck around: the classical aesthetics of a "manly guy" and an "idealized youth" in love with each other.

Apropos of nothing, here's a photo of John Boswell and his longtime partner Jerry Hart. They were within a year of being the same age.

So anyway, this brings us back to the legend of Sergius and Bacchus. The version that Boswell translated takes great pains to show how Sergius and Bacchus were equals in every way. They're both Roman officers, they're about the same age, they sing in unison, and are united in the egalitarian love of Christ. However, they are still just a little bit unequal. Sergius is of a slightly higher rank than Bacchus.

To be clear, this whole legend is a literary creation, and it's got a bunch of Byzantine propaganda in it. It's not history, it's mythology. Whoever wrote it down would have been familiar with erastes/eromenos dynamics, because these were everywhere in classical antiquity. So they made sure to specify all the ways in which Sergius and Bacchus were equals, but took a firm position in ye olde fandom top/bottom discourse.

Throughout the legend, Sergius acts, and Bacchus is acted upon. Bacchus is killed first, and Sergius is temporarily demoralized. Bacchus then appears to Sergius in a vision encouraging him to stay strong. Sergius is so steadfast that they can't torture him enough to make him recant his faith, and he is beheaded. Even straight couples are not usually said to have been reunited in heaven, but Sergius and Bacchus are.

So, knowing that Sergius is the erastes and Bacchus is the eromenos in this story, we can start to notice it in iconography too. It's not always consistent, but sometimes icons will have Sergius' cloak curling protectively over Bacchus' head, or one of them taking a slightly more "authoritative" posture, etc.

Above all, they are always depicted as true equals--sometimes they almost look like twins.

Increasingly, modern icons are being made that explicitly communicate the idea that they were a gay couple. The one on the left was created by Robert Lentz, a Franciscan friar, for Chicago Pride in 1994. The one on the right makes the classical homoerotic aesthetic super explicit, and is by far the most sexually-suggestive "traditional-style" icon I have ever seen lol. Shoutout to this artist.

So to sum up: John Boswell knew what the fuck he was talking about. Also, none of this excuses the homophobia in the Christian scriptures or the homophobia that Christians continue to perpetuate. However, knowing what to look for in art and writing helps us understand that gay people were not magically granted the ability to have egalitarian relationships in the modern world, and THAT leads us away from problematic apologetics.

#christianity #saints #queer #gay #pride #history

[erenscoochdestroyerfics]

Eren x Armin x Reader Friday Night Strip Poker (1)

words: 3.1k

concept: your good friends Eren and Armin are tight as thieves, and one night as you play strip poker, some tension arises and is resolved with another type of group activity...

contains: oral (f/m receiving), slightly sub!armin, slightly dom!eren, slightly domineering reader, threesome (MMF), cucking

y/n uses she/her pronouns and has female anatomy!

artwork does not belong to me, so creds to the artists!

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"You know, you look really nice in that new shirt." Eren smirks.

You are taken aback by Eren's forwardness. You, him, Armin, and Mikasa had shopped in Shiganshina Center yesterday, and you had gotten the shirt from a little boutique. It was a little black ribbed top with grey stitching. I might just have to fuck you right here, Mikasa had said when you stepped out of the dressing room, eliciting hearty laughs from Eren and Armin, and a flustered chuckle from you. There was always a little bit of homoeroticism between you and Mikasa, which is something you decided to put on the back burner when you noticed it a couple weeks before. Besides, she was in a relationship.

It was Friday, and tonight, it was date night for Mikasa and Annie, leaving you, Eren, and Armin to hang out at Eren's apartment in downtown Shiganshina. It was a perfect summer evening; the smell of food floated through Eren's open window from the restaurant below, and the bustle of the street below was faintly audible.

You guys decided to have a game night with some karaoke, and were currently playing Eren's favorite card game, Egyptian Rat-screw, which with these two stubborn boys, gets violent.

A queen of hearts was dealt, then a three of spades, then another queen.

"SANDWICH!" You all yell in unison, slamming your cards down onto the pile. Of course, Eren's card landed first. His fast reflexes were hard to compete with for you and Armin.

"Damn you, Eren!" you yell, and the three of you fall into a heap of laughter.

"More drinks?" Eren offers.

"Such a good host." You tease.

You and Armin sit cross legged watching Eren as he pads across the floor and into the kitchen to pour three glasses of piña colada mixer and add a generous amount of liquor to each.

"Thank you," Armin smiles sweetly as Eren hands him the drink. "My god Eren, bleh." Armin crinkles his nose as he tastes Eren's concoction.

You and Eren laugh softly.

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Twenty minutes later, the three of you are tipsy messes, with flushed cheeks and easily elicited laughs. There is a warmth in your stomach that usually comes with drinking, which always results in you being a little too flirtatious for your own good. And you had an idea.

"You know what we should play?" You giggle.

"What?" Eren and Armin perk up.

"Strip poker!" You announce, giving jazz hands to accompany your grand idea.

Armin crinkles his nose. "I don't know if thats a good-"

"YES," Eren interrupts, "now THAT sounds like fun!"

"Eren," Armin quickly glances to you before looking back to him, "are you sure this is a good idea-"

"PLEASE pleasepleasepleasepleas-" you playfully beg.

"Yeah, c'mon Arm', it'll be fun." Eren reasons.

"Okay, okay," Armin raises his hands in defeat. "Every time you lose a hand, something comes off, deal?"

"Deal!" You and Eren agree in unison.

You lose the first hand. And the next. Armin loses three in a row, taking off his socks and shirt. Eren loses four, stripping to only his boxers.

The thing is that it was summer, and you had worn sandals to the hangout. You didn't have two buffer losses to be used on your socks, so you were in your bra and underwear. You wish you had worn cuter underwear, but your bralette made your tits look amazing, which you reasoned made up for it.

What you don't notice at that moment is Eren and Armin's frantic exchanged glances, as Armin wiggled around trying to prevent his cock from hardening. He was lucky he still had his pants on, or it would be clear as day.

It could have been the way you were cutely sitting with your legs folded under you and your hands in your lap, accentuating your figure. Or, it could be related to the fact that Armin had harbored a crush on you for years, starting in high school and lasting through college.

All that mattered at that moment, though, was the curve of your supple thighs that Armin and Eren could practically taste, and the upward inflection of your voice when you laughed, which they both had only dreamed of hearing in a less platonic context.

Armin jumped when he looked up from his rearranging of his pants to see you staring right at him.

"Shit, you startled me," his voice grew small.

Your eyes flitted up and down his figure before a huge smile of realization creeped its way onto your face; he was getting hard!

"Armin..." you cooed, voice low and sensual; "are you..." your eyes locked onto his bulge.

"Ummmmm, uh," He stammered. "I'm... I'm sorry." He looked down.

"Don't be," You felt a familiar tingle between your legs. Whether it was flattery or plain old arousal you didn't know, but this intrigued you. More than that- you liked that he was getting hard just by seeing you in your underwear. You wanted him to be all flustered and sensitive by just looking at you; It excited you. Your next thought came bubbling up out of your subconscious like an instinct, and you immediately knew what you had to do next.

You scooted closer to him. "Armin, can I...can I see it?"

How could he resist such a polite request from such a pretty girl?

"What? Um, uh," Armin's face was beet red, and the blush was creeping down his chest. "Uh, like, d'you mean, it it?"

"Your dick." You said plainly, smiling with anticipation.

Eren looked on in entertained awe, not just at the situation, but your sudden boldness. "C'mon Armin, let's see it."

"Uhm," Armin smiled nervously. "Okay, I- I guess," He slipped his pants over his hips and his cock sprang upwards, pulling the fabric of his underwear taut. You smiled wider. He pulled them all the way off and discarded them to the side.

All of that just from seeing you? Your heart swelled with pride. You needed more.

"Can I come closer?" You earnestly awaited a response.

"Uh-" Armin glanced at Eren, before hesitantly nodding. "Mhm".

You crawled the remainder of the distance to him, keeping your eyes locked on his. Once you were in front of him, you folded your legs underneath you and looked at the bulge beneath his underwear. Not many details were visible under the fabric, but one thing was clear: he was big.

"Such a pretty cock," You muttered under your breath.

"Oh fuck," he exhaled; his dick twitching in response to your compliment.

So that's what he was in to. In hindsight, it made total sense.

You laughed sweetly. "So you're into praise, hm?"

Armin was taken aback at how quickly you figured him out, and his blush grew even deeper. "Oh, uh, I mean, I don't really kn-"

"Kiss." Eren interrupted. His voice was commanding and low- this was a side of him you hadn't seen before, but you didn't dislike it.

"Just shut up and kiss already." He cleared his throat.

Although Eren was sat about three feet away from you and Armin, his voice sounded like it was right next to you, which sent a spark of electricity to your lower stomach.

You and Armin glanced at him with surprise initially, before seeing the expression on his face. His cock was semi-hard, and his eyes were dark with lust. You looked back to Armin, whose eyes were already on your face.

You cupped his left cheek and brought your lips forward, stopping just shy of his own before closing your eyes.

A moment later, you felt him tenderly kiss your bottom lip. You reciprocated, beginning to kiss him softly. You climbed onto the edge of his lap, straddling his lower thighs, and wrapped your arms around his neck. A moment later, you felt his tongue; he was hesitant at first, but grew more confident each second that passes.

You groaned lightly.

Kissing Armin felt so fucking good; so much better than you ever would have expected. It's not like he was unattractive by any means whatsoever; in fact, he was an objectively beautiful person. You had thought about him in passing for as long as you could remember; sometimes imagining him late at night when you were alone in your room. You imagined kissing him; feeling him below you; kissing his neck; getting him hard; and making him come. But you could never let it become a full blown crush, because he was your friend. Attraction between friends is normal, you had told yourself. You just need to keep it under control. However well you managed it, you had always felt a twinge of jealously whenever he would hook up with other girls in college.

Now, you were kissing him. In real life. And it was so damn good. He kissed you like his life depended in it; like you were his one true love, and he had waited a century to taste your lips. He kissed you like you were the most precious thing in the world, and it was making you dizzy.

A minute or two later, you were sat further up his thighs than before, your hands were in his hair, and your tongue was in his mouth. His hands moved from your waist to your hips to your thighs as he played with the soft flesh.

You two hear Eren groan, unable to stop himself from audibly expressing his arousal at the sight before him.

"God, you guys, that is so. fucking. hot." Eren breathes.

Armin groans; partially in response to Eren's confession, and partially in response to the fact that you had scooted further up on his lap, to the point where the tip of his dick was pressed nicely onto your clit through the fabric your guys' underwear. You rolled your hips once, pulling another noise from each of you.

It was like that for a little bit; you and Armin swallowing each others little noises as he guided your hips in their steady rotation, while Eren sat to the side, watching slack-jawed as he palmed his dick through his boxers. The little ball of white hot pleasure in your core was starting to increase in intensity with the friction of his cock pressing against you so nicely.

"Wait, we gotta stop, I'm- ah- i'mgonnacuminmypants," Armin manages to say in one breath, the end of which tended towards a whine. He stills your hips with his hands. You stayed on his lap for a second, clinging to him while you caught your breath.

"I guess it's my turn." You hear Eren propose. Always the problem solver.

"C'mere," Eren guides you up off of Armin's lap by your forearms and leads you to his bed. You feel his mattress pressing the back of your legs, and he lays you down gently. "Come sit, Armin."

Armin comes to sit on the bed next to you as Eren climbs on top of you, with his right knee in between your thighs, pressing against you. The friction on your clit as he moves around to settle sends a jolt of electricity from your sternum to in between your legs and makes your vision fuzzy.

"Ah," you moan softly at the stimulation.

"Already?' Eren laughs devilishly. "Armin, you really got her all hot and bothered, huh."

"Uh huh," Armin responds, sounding a bit dazed from the highly aroused state that your make-out session left him in.

"Can I kiss you?" Eren speaks lowly right up against your ear. You can feel the rumble of his chest as he does, sending another dose of arousal to swim around in your lower stomach.

"Please" You lament.

From the moment your lips meet, one thing is clear. Eren Jaeger is a damn good kisser. As a kisser, he is slightly more energetic than Armin, but not at all rough. He takes his time with you, licking and swallowing you up as you come undone beneath him. He makes you go cross eyed and limp with his magic tongue, and you feel close to coming un-fucking-touched.

One of his arms moves from beside your head and cups your waist, squeezing and kneading the skin. His knee between your legs presses so nicely up against your soaking cunt that you could cry. Or die. Or both. All that you know is that you could not possibly feel better than you do in this exact moment.

It is a couple seconds later that you are proven wrong.

"Can I play with your tit?" Eren breathes.

"Mhm" Your saccharine sweet voice slides like velvet past the ears and straight to the cocks of Eren Jaeger and Armin Arlert, leaving Armin groaning next to you two as he watches intently.

With his free hand, Eren cups your tit, massaging it and swiping his finger over your hard nipple through the thin fabric of your bralette. The sensation has you squirming and writhing beneath him, as he dips down to kiss your neck. He kisses down your neck, to your chest. Then your navel, to your belly button, to your lower stomach, before stopping.

"Can I go down on you?" Eren almost whines, his voice heavy with arousal.

"Oh god yes, please." You feel like you will explode if you are not touched soon.

"Armin, kiss her and play with her tit, hm?" Eren positions himself right in front of your pussy, placing your thighs on his shoulders. He presses his nose to the wet spot on the fabric of your underwear and inhales, before groaning and releasing a string of curses under his breath. God, you smell so fucking good, he whispers before beginning to practically make out with your throbbing cunt through your underwear.

"Oh- my- god!" You moan loudly in response to Eren hungrily licking at you. You vaguely sense Armin lean over you to kiss you, more sloppily now than before, as one of his hands snakes underneath your bra to play with your nipple.

"Let's get these off, hm?" You hear Eren say. You lift your hips in response as he slides the lime green underwear down your legs.

Armin's relentless swiping of your nipple has you dripping, and his lips on yours are making a wet, sloppy kissing noise. Which sends electricity straight to Eren's dick.

Eren runs his hands up your calf and pushes your leg up and out, kissing the crook of your knee as he does so. He squeezes the flesh of your thigh for a second, slowly making his way higher, before settling into the same position he was in before, with your legs over his shoulders and his face sitting pretty between your thighs. Armin had stopped kissing you to begin licking at your right nipple, while continuing to palm the left, giving you a clear view of Eren as he gazed at your cunt, slack jawed and breathing heavy.

Me mumbled something under his breath that you couldn't quite make out, something involving pretty and god and so fucking wet. He rested his head onto your left thigh like a pillow, while reaching out with his free hand to brush his fingers along the length of your outer labia. There was stubble, since you hadn't shaved since a couple of days prior, which heightened your sensitivity to the dragging of his fingers.

You were a moaning mess at this point; Armin's relentless stimulation of your nipples and Eren's teasing right next to where you needed him most had you choking back sobs of desperation.

"Eren, please!" You whined. You needed him to touch you and you needed it now.

You heard him chuckle and were about to reiterate before feeling him lick up through your folds, starting below your entrance and landing on top of your clit.

"You're so fucking wet," he mumbled, before beginning to lick at your clit. And it felt so indescribably amazing. You felt like you were on top of the world. On top of the universe even; you felt so good and full of white hot pleasure that you would burst if you didn't start to give some of it back. So thats what you did.

With your left hand buried in Eren's hair, your right was free to give some release to the trembling blonde boy hovering over your chest who was groaning at this point. You snaked your hand in between your bodies and down his torso until you felt him, rock fucking hard, beneath your palm.

As your hand made contact with the head of his cock he gasped, shock reverberating through his whole body. This was such a strong reaction from the smallest of touches. Seeing hearing and feeling how badly he needed you had you visibly smiling.

You began to sloppily jerk him off, and he was a blubbering mess, completely unable to do anything other than fuck himself sloppily into your hand.

Eren seemed to take notice of the blonde's reaction, quickening his tongues pace. You felt the tip of his middle finger dip into you shallowly, teasing for a moment, before going deeper. Once his knuckles were flush with your hips, he began tapping the sensitive place on your upper walls. White hot pleasure flooded your veins. This was so much better than when you did it yourself- he could reach deeper than you could, and was hitting the spot so perfectly that you knew you wouldn't last for more than a minute like this.

Everything became too much- the color in the room increased in saturation, the cacophony of sound around you- from the two boys, Eren's AC, and the street outside- became a symphony. The heat in your core climbed and climbed until it reached its peak.

You cried out in ecstasy as you came, with Eren groaning into the space between your thighs in response the sweet sound of your moans, and Armin letting some whines out as well.

You felt Armin tense up and come as well from the increased stimulation from your shifting around.

Fat tears rolled down your cheeks and your legs and torso spasmed as you rode out the high- with the help of Eren, who never faltered. As the waves of pleasure began to grow less intense and further apart, Eren dipped his head up to look at your face. He looked so pretty like that, with messy hair and his mouth and nose covered in your release.

He laughed, surprised at your tear ridden cheeks. "So you're a crier huh? Or was it just that good?"

"I don't usually cry," you lament, out of breath.

Eren smiled to himself at your indirect compliment.

You turned your head to look at Armin, who had slumped down onto your shoulder.

"Was that good, Armin?" You lightly patted the top of his head.

"M-hm." He nodded lightly.

Eren sat back onto his calves, which revealed his still rock hard cock pulling the fabric of his boxers taut.

"We gotta do something about that, huh?" You quipped.

"We don't have to, its okay-" he began.

"I want to." You gazed at him through your eyelashes.

"She's right, Eren." Armin piped in. "Let us help you."

You and Armin shared a knowing glance, before sitting up.

"This is going to be a long night isn't it." Eren muttered darkly.

"Yes it is." You said as you climbed onto his lap, with Armin close behind you to watch.

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Note: Okay this was a little rushed towards the end, but it was getting way too long for one part, so I guess this is part one of the Eren x Armin x Reader Friday night fun one shot!!

Also the use of Arm as a nickname for Armin is so unserious but I thought it was hilarious.

Anywaysss hope u like!

#eren x reader #attack on titan #armin x reader #eren jaeger #eren jeager x reader #armin arlert #armin arlet x reader #eren x armin #eren x armin x reader #eren smut #armin smut

[fullmetalneverland]

Their bare hands, exchanging the reins, brushed.

It was only ever Esen who thought Ouyang deserving of reward. Who refused to see what everyone else saw.

Ouyang could no more be jealous of Esen than he could be of the sun.

“All those years of yearning, and you finally get Esen kneeling for you. Did it feel good?”

Ouyang was so much a fixture in his life that he seemed devoid of any past other than the one he shared with Esen.

“But the thought of being apart from you for so long seems strange to me."

It was the first time he had ever lied to Esen.

But for all that Ouyang was a general of the Yuan, he didn’t fight for the empire. His efforts had only ever been for Esen.

Esen’s grief and anger were unbearable: they gave Ouyang a gnawing pain that was like having sharkskin rubbed over every tender place of his body.

"But you, you’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”

In that respect, killing Chaghan hadn’t been a sin. But breaking Esen felt like one.

Ouyang’s heart ached. Why can’t you make it easier for me to hate you?

“This is your death. That is mine. We’re fixed, Esen.” The saltiness was choking him. “We always have been.”

His mouth never moved much when he smiled, but tiny crescents appeared on either side.

For some reason Ouyang always noticed them.

Why don’t you ever need anything? I would give it to you.

For a moment he had a sense-flash of Esen—not one particular memory, but something stitched together from every moment they had spent together: the feel of his body, his particular smell, his presence. It was intimate and completely false, and it was all Ouyang would ever have.

Choose me, he thought, his eyes fixed on Esen’s face, and felt sick.

When he finally tore his eyes away from Esen, it felt like ripping out a piece of himself.

-A study of comradeship and homoeroticism in She Who Became the Sun (by Shelley Parker-Chan)

#quote #book #book quotes #shelley parker chan #she who became the sun #he who drowned the world

[mooneyedmonster]

i like to go thru random ultrakill youtube reviews sometimes and one common theme ive noticed is sooo many of them after talking about gabriel’s act 2 fight will be like “oh wow gabriel is MAD we’re really in for it now” and it confuses me because in the fight ending dialogue there is no trace of anger in his voice at all? he’s shocked and confused at worst. the angriest sounding thing he says is “may your woes be many” and the tone that’s said in is far from angry.

and like if people don’t pick up on the homoeroticism first of all i have no idea how but each to their own, and like fine whatever. i just really can’t understand how people are getting “he wants vengeance” out of it. the entire ending cutscene was literally about him sorting out his feelings and realizing revenge (at least, against V1) isn’t important to him anymore. people narrow his entire character down to christian man-child and it hurts so bad. like did we play the same game?

#all of this is /lh btw #like it’s not the end of the world #but he’s my fave character #he resonates with me quite a bit #and it bugs me to see him mischaracterized so frequently #defending him w/ my life #again /lh #ultrakill #ultrakill gabriel #gabriel ultrakill

[starburstfloat]

The Killa Choreography: Commentary and Analysis

So, the day has arrived where we finally know what The Killa looks like on stage! It was Yeonjun and Soobin's first time performing this unit song, and we all knew it would be something sexy when it was released last month. If you don't know the song, well, you don't even need to take a glance at the lyrics to catch the vibe. But in case you're curious, there's lines like "tame me and fill me up with you" and "you're dominating me" so…you can imagine what sort of attention this track got and the anticipatory hype leading up to the concert. It seemed every fan had one question on their mind, namely What would this performance look like? 

What I find interesting about this stage is that it easily could have been a track paired with sensual choreography for the audience - you know, your standard kpop fan service platter full of the Sexy Boyfriend fantasy where fans are meant to believe their idols are singing about wanting them. And yet it took a surprisingly creative direction by yes, clearly having a sensual dance with your typical kpop fan service elements, but (contrary to my expectations!) communicating first and foremost a sensual story through the choreography. Let's take a look.

The choreo starts with Soobin and Yeonjun approaching each other from opposite ends of the stage, wearing opposite colored clothing (black and white). More on that in a moment. First, I'd like to direct your attention to the screen behind them, which depicts large mirrors encasing their walk on the stage.

The utilization of mirrors as a visual design feature is really cool for a track containing this much lust because mirrors, while symbolically serving many purposes, tend to represent the duality of self: we check the mirror to assure that who we see in the reflection is an acceptable version of us who we can present to the world; that nothing noticeably flawed or unsatisfactory comes beneath the surface. As such, mirrors force us to acknowledge our duality and assuage our two opposing sides (light and dark). There's a quote I really love by Michelle Arch that captures this sentiment well: "Through mirrors we see our cognizant, social, 'better' self and the natural world in which we live, while also glimpsing, and sometimes succumbing to, the darker, depraved image of our subconscious 'second' self and the frightening, otherworldly realm in which it resides". 

Given that this song relies heavily on communicating lust and our narrator's obsessive desire to be controlled - what one would consider the dark and depraved subconcious - the use of mirrors alongside the clothing color contrast was an excellent creative choice! While color theory suggests that white is a typical color for innocence, and black is characteristic for, well, all things dark and corrupt, I think this color choice was used more strongly to represent the opposite push and pull energy we're about to witness between them, as well as the aforementioned duality they exhibit.

Once they reach each other on stage, Soobin gently reaches out and rests his hand below Yeonjun's chin. Then, in sync with the beat, he gracefully glides his hand away while singing "Tame me, please", as Yeonjun's gaze follows his hand.

This moment intrigued me not just because it's that typical txt homoeroticism coming through lol but because it sets up a story. A fan on Twitter made an exciting point, namely that Yeonjun, by hypnotically following Soobin's hand, is the character in this performance who is initially being tamed. And so starts a cat and mouse chase of each character confessing their desire and tantalizingly pushing and pulling away from each other.

They break away from each other but Yeonjun keeps his eyes on Soobin as his body is sliding away. He sings: "I'm craving it more and more, you know I want you bad, show me mercy"

Right before we transition to Soobin's part, they point at each other and say "The moment that we found each other in our eyes".

I thought the pointing at each other was significant because this easily could have been turned into a kpop fan service thing where they point at the audience while saying those lines, but instead this motion acknowledges that they're referring to each other, further emphasizing that this is a performance between two impassioned characters who are seeking each other. Soobin says right after this "Want you to tame me now [...] I'll serve you." It's clear now that this is a conversation.

They slowly move towards one another and I absoluteoy love the detail of Yeonjun grabbing the hem of his shirt as if he's being involuntarily pulled towards Soobin.

When they are within reach of each other, Yeonjun glides his hand across Soobin's chest and they both delve into the chorus choreography.

The chorus part feels more fan servicey to me because rather than facing each other, they are side by side hip thrusting while facing the audience. Perhaps it would've gotten a touch too erotic if they went there lol (after all wasn't the age requirement for his conert 9 and up or something??).

They transition out of the chorus by circling one another and sizing each other up.

Then they whip out the finger guns at each other once again while the lyrics center again on wanting to be dominated and it's "only you". If that weren't enough, they point at each other AGAIN repeatedly during the series of "you, you, you"s playing in the song.

I'm also a little in love with the detail of Soobin placing his hand on Yeonjun's shoulder as Yeonjun sings "Yes, I belong to you". I'm reaching my image limit so I'm just going to include a nice mirroring detail towards the end where Yeonjun rests his hand on Soobin's shoulder, an apparent callback to earlier. Perhaps a confirmation that these characters affirm they now belong to each other?

In conclusion, this performance surprised me more than I expected (and I know they'll get a bit more bold for this stage once they hit their US tour stops). I know that some could argue that placing two members into a sensual choreography with each other is a form of fan service and I agree to an extent, but I'd also counter by saying that that perspective disregards the creativity and craft put into the choreography. This isn't sexy for the sake of being sexy. It's sexy because it's intertwining the song's overt sensuality with characters embodying that lust.

Overall, I'd say the choreography has shifted my perspective of the song. I used to see it as one voice communicating wanting one abstract idea of a person but now I see Soobin and Yeonjun's verses as two separate conversations that their characters are having with each other. Everyone thank our little freak Taehyun for contributing to the songwriting on this. Gonna have to find out who to thank for the choregraphy. In the meantime, did you notice anything in the performance that I didn't touch on that you wated to discuss? How about screaming into the void with me? Thanks for reading and I'm looking forward to day 2 already!

#tomorrow x together #txt analysis #txt choreography #media analysis #yeonjun #soobin #the killa #txt act promise #moasource #txtnetwork

[cadmium-free]

Funeral Parade of Roses (1969) - Watched on August 5, 2023

It spirals to its inevitable conclusion. We revisit a moment, a scene. A little more plays out, we step back or step forward. We live transfixed in a moment. Sometimes a scene mirrors another, it's all the same but with different details. There is no escaping fate, we can only be sucked closer and closer to our inevitable conclusion.

Stop Making Sense (1984) - Watched on October 5, 2023

I genuinely don’t think this needs any explanation or justification at all. I could watch it over and over and over and over and over.

Possession (1981) - Watched on October 17, 2023

It took me three sittings to get through this film and I wasn’t sure I liked it immediately after I finished it. And then it just simmered in my mind for days and weeks after until it finally clicked into place. I love the way Sam Neill moves in this. Everyone comments on the haunting way Isabelle Adjani looks directly into the camera, and yea. Yeah. Ok. Yeah. Yeah.

The Devils (1971) - Watched on June 26, 2023

I thought going into it with the full knowledge of Urbain Grandier would defang it, and perhaps this did soften the blow a bit, but it's audacious, frenzied, sensual. You get tangled up in its themes, its sensations, its torture.

Dog Day Afternoon (1975) - Watched on January 13, 2023

This set off a brief and ferocious obsession with Al Pacino. I have a strained relationship with films based on true crimes, but this slides past my qualms, perhaps just on the strength of the fact John Wojtowicz himself did write a review of it.

Bound (1996) - Watched on April 5 and August 19, 2023

The way Corky and Violet can come together with genuine trust so quickly. The way Ceaser can misunderstand Violet so fundamentally. The literal betrayal in realising who someone is.

Häxan (1922) - Watched on October 27, 2023

The 1922 equivalent of a Youtube video essay where a guy is like, "Guys, I just learned a bunch of fucked up facts about witches and witch trials. I think maybe we just execute women for being poor and mentally ill. Also aren't mental institutions a bit fucked up?" but like, a bit hornier than you would expect for the subject.

Cruising (1980) - Watched on January 17, 2023

It’s all about looking and being noticed. The camera is looking. Al Pacino is looking. The men are looking. And the ambiguity of the gaze and the plot.

Pontypool (2008) - Watched on October 4, 2023

It's a film about words. It's a film about broadcasting from a radio station and seeing nothing. Our imagination fills in the visual gaps. It's so much more horrifying to be piecing everything together from the safety of a recording booth.

The Lair of the White Worm (1988) - Watched on February 1, 2023

Hugh Grant—looking like a lesbian—who is a freaky little rich boy who believes in cryptids, Peter Capaldi—looking like a lesbian—sucking snake venom from a neck bite, an incredibly sexy snake woman with a house full of snake stuff, a giant snake puppet, surreal dream sequences, the coolest game of snakes and ladders ever made, snake dicks, weaponised bagpipe music, homoeroticism, and giant strap-ons.

Ravenous (1999) - Watched on October 19, 2023

This film is so offbeat and strange. It has the strange feel of a comedy, while being a really understandably grim depiction of cannibalism as manifestation of greed, expansionism, and colonization. I kept having these moments of shock that this was a studio movie, that studios were willing to make this film that so thoroughly deconstructs the American mythology.

Penda's Fen (1974) - Watched on July 6, 2023

The first movie in a long time that has made me feel as though I need to pick it apart like an essay, to rewatch multiple times and take notes and repeat sentences until I’ve done a thorough analysis. I've never had a film hit me in quite this way before.

#film #recs #long post #basically just making my letterboxd list here #i normally don't do a movie best of list for the year but i don't have ten non movies #station eleven and star trek are the only nonfilm things i would list i think

[yusuke-of-valla]

Cats In The Cradle

A/N: I was cleaning out my drive again and found a fun little chat fic I forgot about!

AO3

Futaba: @everyone

Futaba: Guys.

Futaba: Inari’s on the Phan Site

Ryuji: What?

Yusuke: ?

Futaba: “Kitagawa Yusuke keeps having his demon cat attack unsuspecting students”

Ann: lol what?

Akira: Links

Futaba: https://www.phansite.jp/forums/post/20004563

Futaba: apparently the cat just jumps on people’s lunches

Makoto: do they mean Morgana?

Akira: Morgana’s never attacked anyone

Yusuke: The poster probably means Vincent

Yusuke: Which is preposterous, because Vincent mostly just sits in the corner unless he wants pets. He’s certainly not a demon.

Yusuke: Who could look at this face and call him a demon cat

Yusuke: IMG_20170116_1345.jpeg

Sumire: AWWWWWWW

Sumire: he’s such a cute kitty, is he a tabby?

Yusuke: Yes, though I wouldn’t call him a “kitty,” He’s around 13.

Sumire: all cats are kitties. Also tell him I love him

Yusuke: will do.

Akira: I didn’t know you had another cat.

Ryuji: Is Mona jealous?

Akira: He says he isn’t

Yusuke: Vincent used to hang out around the shack and I’d see him on the way to school. Then a few weeks after I moved into the dorms, he just showed up.

Sumire: awwwwwwwww

Makoto: They allow you to have pets in the dorm?

Yusuke: Well the dorm I’m in specifically is the “pet dorm” for students who want to have pets and keep the separate from students who have allergies or just don’t want to live near them

Yusuke: It was the only dorm that still had a room on such short notice.

Ann: Oh that’s so cool!

Akira: Is that why you were allowed to keep your lobsters?

Ryuji: Oh yeah, how are they doing?

Yusuke: Da Vinci and Rembrandt are doing well

Yusuke: IMG_20170116_1356.jpeg

Sumire: AWWWWWWW

Akechi: They’re just lobsters

Sumire: they’re adorable >:T

Akechi: :/

Haru: Sorry to get off topic but did anyone else read that full post?

Futaba: Nah, I just saw the title and texted everyone

Akechi: Wow. This person hates your guts

Yusuke: Huh, odd.

Ryuji: Wait, the way Akechi hates Akira’s guts or the way he hates other people’s guts?

Akechi: what?

Sumire: Definitely the way he hates Maruki

Akechi: Wait what does that mean

Yusuke: I believe they mean is the commentor’s hatred of me laced with homoeroticism or not

Akechi: MY HATRED OF JOKER IS NOT LACED WITH HOMOEROTICISM

Sumire: No need to get so worked up, we aren’t saying you want to have hate sex with him or anything

Ryuji: I am 100% saying that

Sumire: It just could go either way sometimes the way you talk about him

Akechi: I hate all of you

Ann: But not the way you hate Akira, which is the point

Akechi has left the chat

Makoto: Anyway

Makoto: Is this worth looking into?

Yusuke: Probably not.

Yusuke: They haven’t tried anything directly, we should just consider it a troll or vent comment.

Yusuke: I can hardly think of anything I’ve done to warrant this ire though

Futaba: reading between the lines, sounds like Vincent gets out and bothers him when he shit talks you and now he’s convinced you’re doing this somehow

Yusuke: I don’t think Vincent is that smart, he just likes that I feed him.

Sumire: Shush! He loves you and is defending you from bullies!

Yusuke: that’s a pleasant thought :)

Sumire: You should bring him to the cafe and he can hang out with Mona!

Haru: Do you think he’d wear cute outfits?

Akira: Mona wants to pick out the outfits if he’s wearing anything.

Ann: Oh I know a place that makes little cat-shaped macarons!

Sumire: Cat playdate! Cat playdate!

Akira: Cat playdate! Cat playdate!

Yusuke: Vincent seems ok with it.

Ann: Cat playdate!

Haru: Cat playdate!

Makoto: Cat playdate?

Ryuji: Cat playdate!

#persona 5 #alto writes #yusuke kitagawa #pet dad Yusuke #should I tag everyone? #akira kurusu #goro akechi #Futaba Sakura #ryuji sakamoto #ann takamaki #haru okumura #makoto niijima #sumire yoshizawa #chat fic

[the-mad-prince-of-denmark]

Something I think really gets lost in this novelization is the progression of physical contact between Herbert and Dan, and how important that is to their relationship.

In the movie, when the two men first meet, Dan goes in for a handshake and Herbert kind of awkwardly side steps it. For the first third of the film they never really touch, there’s always noticeable physical distance between them. And then, when Dan eventually finds out about Herbert’s experiments, immediately Herbert begins getting physically closer to him. He looms over Dan’s shoulder, he very casually touches his arm a lot. Just… not only is this emotional gap between the two fully closed, the physical gap is also closed. And subsequently, when things begin to go even more south, Herbert begins initiating even more emotionally intimate contact with Dan. Famously, not long after this scene^ happens, the two end up basically spooning while Dan has a panic attack.

We increasingly get a lot of like, tender hand touching and prolonged eye contact. There’s a pretty well-known deleted scene in which Dan helps Herbert inject himself with reagent in a way that feels weirdly sexual. And this all eventually climaxes at the end of the film, when Dan attempts to save Herbert’s life and the two finally grasp each other’s hands, bringing the whole motif full circle. It’s a huge character element to the movie, you can always track it in a similar way to how you can track the use of formal to informal pronouns in Hamlet between Hamlet and Horatio.

I’ve joked a little bit about it up till now, but the movie is, famously, very homoerotic. This book is also very homoerotic, but whereas the movie’s homoeroticism feels like a naturally occurring thing, this feels like a person who hates gay people trying to write a gay story. It’s weird, and mean spirited, and a lot of the subtler emotions of the characters are completely omitted or massively water down. And I don’t like it. 

#live read #re-alr #and that’s my rant

[jacksoldsideblog]

in the book, when Marla tries to enter the house and a space monkey turns her away, he doesn't reject her because she's a woman. despite instructions being to go for low hanging fruit, he says she's too... young.

this is interesting to me.

in the book, the mechanic says, speaking for Tyler: "You have a class of young strong men and women, and they want to give their lives to something."

"We have to show these men and women freedom by enslaving them, and show them courage by frightening them."

And it is very clear, when talking about fight club— it's all men. And the space monkeys, too, though they often trade getting called men for monkeys. It's all men in the way men crowd together and forget half of humanity exists. it's all men like a bathhouse, really.

But.

In the book, Tyler does not say, "I see a generation of men raised by women, and I am wondering if another woman is really what we need."

While I think the homoeroticism of that is fantastic, it creates a clear misogynistic direction that simply was not there originally. Don't get me wrong — essentially omitting women from the equation entirely because you're so male obsessed is still misogynistic. But it's a different kind. It makes it more clear the rebellion is not all about masculinity or whatever, which is an interpretation I have major beef with.

No specific conclusions, but it's something I noticed.

#fight club #might come back to this and continue thinking on it #local loudmouth learns to use readmores

[brainicusrotticus]

how many bitches struggle with the dual powers of “i want to have a dedicated blog just for this interest and only ever share stuff about it and keep all my interests organized and separated with absolutely no overlap” and “i wanna go hog-fucking-wild liking and reblogging and not worry about being neat and maybe ferally gnaw on a rotisserie chicken on my hands and knees on a tarp in the backyard fighting my best friend for the good pieces while we both pretend we don’t notice the undercurrent of homoeroticism” beaming you directly in the head with pshycic damage. because i know it’s not just me.

#me when i made this blog: only iwatex. only vace. nothing else. build my little au safe haven. #vs. me literally like two days later: my INTERESTS cannot be CONTAINED #how DARE you try to cage them you villainous oaf #let them intermingle #social groups are an important part of habitat enrichment

[ladyloveandjustice]

I never really considered Ryo and Semimaru as a ship but. wow. we're at the cutesy honorifics stage aren't we. And even Ango has notices and is sad about potentially being replaced. Yeah i mean, i think Semimaru deserves better (lmao can you believe I just said that) but I could see it working.

meanwhile...this section DID have the cover...it was just after the first chapter for some reason? Weird. anyway yeah. homoeroticism with the most toxic ship of all time.

#nev reads 7 seeds

[myburntwritings]

Day 20: Fav pairing or crack pairing

Another day, another question I could answer in a hundred and one different ways.

When it comes to pairings more established within the plot of the record, I have a difficult choice. Do I choose Apollo and Cassandra for their devastating flirtation, or Zagreus and Eurydice for their ill-fated love? Do I pick the violent affair of Aegisthus and Clytemnestra, or the open animosity of Polymestor and Kronos?

I could choose any of them, as they are all integral to the plot and I have spent a lot of time enjoying their stories.

Neoptolemus and Patroclus.

The pairing of Neoptolemus and Patroclus is a jam-packed, rapidly changing dynamic. Every pairing from the performers brought something slightly different (or not so slight, on occasion.)

This was one of my first openly emotional journeys within the show, and certainly the first time I was stolen from a loop I had planned.

I was fortunate that I saw a swing pairing who embraced the homoeroticism of Neoptolemus and Patroclus the first time I followed either of them. There were a lot of "They're friends" "They're in love" debate in those earlier months. Certainly, I don't believe the primary castings of Neoptolemus and Patroclus ever snogged in the crate room, so some may only have seen the platonic version.

For me, the secret romance of the pair made the story. Not just for them in that moment, but for external forces. It makes sense of Iphigenia's choice to go after Patroclus instead of Neoptolemus. She doesn't want to kill Neoptolemus. She wants to rip his heart out, the way it was done to her.

There was a beautifully tragic scene I saw much later in the run with WenHsin as Iphigenia stood beneath the dying Patroclus, her hands dripping with his blood. She stretched towards Neoptolemus as he ran in, her face alight with murderous, vengeful glee. It was like she was screaming at him. "Look at what I did. Finally pay attention to me, Neoptolemus. You took my heart, and now I've taken yours." But he didn't even notice she was there. He ran straight past her to his lover, and Iphigenia's face fell to desperate loss and pain before twisting to rage. No matter who she was, or what she did, she was never going to get a look from Neoptolemus with Patroclus around.

This depth of betrayal, of tragedy, would not have been possible for me in a platonic relationship. So, any time I saw them after that first viewing, whether they were openly romantic or not, I always saw it that way.

You journey through the closest of friends, of comrades and brothers in arms, through animosity and jealousy as Patroclus realises how far ahead of him Neoptolemus is. You see their playful romance, hidden away behind duty in the crate room. Their desperation not to be parted as they embrace. We see betrayal as they go their separate ways at the invasion. We see the devastation and desperation as Neoptolemus tries to save Patroclus' life.

It is a story that never stops changing, and I think that's why it's my favourite pairing in the show.

#the burnt city #punchdrunk #immersive theatre #greek mythology #greek myth retelling #tbc #tbc 30 day challenge #Patroclus #Neoptolemus

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 041: Brother Power, Sister Sun (SSM 12-15)

MASTERPOST

Oh my, long time no see!

I've been craving some Spider-Man these past few weeks. I did a bit of a break following the stellar Wein Green Goblin arc, as I think I was getting burnt out.

Since then, my boyfriend gifted me Marvels (1994) for Christmas, so expect a post about that soon-ish. I also still got to continue the Dark Web event, but it's not quite a priority (although I enjoyed what I read).

Anyway, I figured that it was time for a bit of reading, what do you think? The secondary aspect of Spectacular Spider-Man absolutely looks perfect for today's post.

Oh, Flash as a damsel in distress, y'all know I'm fond of this <3

The issue starts like the best issues: HOMOEROTICISM!

I've read and watched Death Note. Several times. I know the homosexual power of a tennis match. And I'm totally here to see more of Peter's personal life, because it's been seriously missing those past two years (of comics).

I like that their relationship is multi-faceted, they're now both mature enough to recognize when they're being unfair with each other. Next thing you know, they'll kiss!

Except they don't, because a cult interrupts them on the court. They both decide to see what's up with that. The titular siblings are responsible for this, but Flash is shaken to his core when he notices that Sister Sun's voice is also... Sha-Shan's! And her "brother" is actually her husband. Not a twist I expected, but one that instantly makes the storyline more interesting.

Spidey arrives just in time to save Flash from the duo's magical ray,

Flash caring for Spider-Man, so nice to see! Cops arrive before Spidey can subdue the duo, and we get more panels of Flash being carried by his boyfriend. I'm so here for it!

Boyfriends! Boyfriends!!!!

So the fish on the wall is Glory's present! I wasn't sure here, but I did think it was a possibility.

...Wait. Wait!

This is a different fish, because...

So Peter has TWO fish decorations in his apartment. Damn!

Anyway, Peter goes back to ESU and his hot teacher helpfully informs him that the cult he encountered is led by Korba (aka Sha-Shan's husband), who found some mystical power in Vietnam.

I love that the professor mentions the Bugle, makes the world feel interconnected! Anyway, Flash's message is a bit funny. Did he really need to underline the important words? Hahaha.

So Flash confronts Sha-Shan, but gets rekt by Korba.

Spidey too. Wonderful panel, by the way. I fear this post may need a second part...

#13! In the alley he was just thrown into, Spidey meets Razorback, a villain with a design so hideous I simply do not want to look at it: a green, tight suit with a gold belt and a boar head.

Razorback punched Spidey into Sha-Shan's restaurant because he heard that was the custom around here. He's absolutely right. Just wanted to know the little spider fella.

Spidey doesn't care because his boyfriend is in danger upstairs. After he makes sure Flash is alright, he tries to follow our cultists...

But Razorback interrupts him. You know what? I'm starting to like the guy. He annoys everybody and smiles, and that's kind of my gremlin energy as well. He also put a tracker on the duo's car, so there's that.

Turns out things are personal as well for him, but there's no time. Razorback has another trick up his sleeve.

This isn't yet Stegron-level of buffoonery, but it's certainly close, hahaha.

Anyway, we meet the duo's chief:

That design is kind of really solid for a villain?

So anyway, I was wondering who this new character could be, and the Marvel wikia helpfully informed me that this is a clone of Adolf Hitler, which I never expected. Okay. Uh. Okay? COMICS.

Razorback's issue with the cult is that his lil' sister is part of it. Okay, cool. What a mess of an issue but let's go along. And his sister arrives as he's fighting goons with Flash, while Spidey fights the duo. They all get shackled in a dungeon. Cliffhanger!

#14! They're freed by Razorback's car!

This is the only panel that matters.

So the big plan is for the cult to spread hate through TV broadcast. Simple and efficient.

There's a confrontation, in which the Hate-Monger says he bested Hulk even though the textbox says he didn't... and Spidey and Razorback get brainwashed into attacking each other. Flash saves the day, then...

Uh, okay. So he's an imposter. Alright then!

In the last issue of this batch...

It keeps on giving.

Turns out Man-Beast is from Counter-Earth, created by the High Evolutionary. If you've seen Guardians of the Galaxy 3, you get it. Damn. I kind of expected that, but still. Things are changed around a bit, but it doesn't really matter because Man-Beast is EVIL INCARNATE, and he sure hopes you remember that. He's the one who actually gave powers to Korba!

Everybody fights. Sha-Shan's good again! The cultists are no longer subservient! Korba's dead! Man-Beast's dead (probably not, but who cares).

Well, Razorback's sister thinks she might find another cult that's a bit less evil. Uh, okay. Sure.

Overall, it's a shame because I was really into the first issue, but then, once again, it became 100% fighting for like two issues and a half and that's just not something I'm too interested in, although the interpersonal stakes were nice.

Next time: More SSM! Look forward to it, pals.

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