#Handkerchief code

[giavpaprika]

He is a passionate lover

[awhitewomansinstagram]

Man in the gay clurb trying to use handkerchief code but he has to keep doing the “left and right” thing with his hands to figure it out

[gxrefxtish]

Did anyone else notice in House of Wax (2005) how Nick and Dalton both had handkerchiefs in their back pockets, different sides…if you know what I’m talking about, or is it just me?

[tahelms85]

Do you know what I'd kill to see? Leverage do an episode involving lgbt issues and everyone on the team wearing some kind of ally shirt. I desperately want Eliot in a Trans Rights Are Human Rights shirt, maybe with a few handkerchiefs hanging out of his back pocket and Briana in the background furiously googling the hanky code to figure out what Eliot's into.

[pjplayground]

Pride Parade Attire

Familiar with the handkerchief code? If you are, you know my headcanons for them!

Simple no shading drawing of Neil and Franny dressed for Pride. "Straight leaning people/couples don't belong at Pride!" You mean to tell me if you saw these two at a Pride parade, you WOULDN'T go up to them? Come on, they're from the Robinson family. Obviously, that family is full of fruitcakes.

You know, I thought I would see a lot more Pride stuff related to Meet the Robinsons this time 'round, but... nope. I would've thought MtR Pride stuff was a given, considering the whole family is about accepting the weird and being yourself. I'm not angry per se, just a little disappointed. Oh well, there's always next year. And me. I'm gay and kinky as fuck lol.

Inspo -> Jennifer's Body by Nxdia - Hi gay!

[coffin-contemplator]

❝the ‘hanky code’ collection❞, chapter Ⅰ

Summary:

“‘I need a fresh tie,’ Strahm states casually, suddenly coming to a halt in the middle of the room. (...) Hoffman tilts his head to the side, not an ounce of care present. ‘Try wardrobe?’”

Perez is probably the first one to realise, and it’s painful to see just how oblivious the men around her are. A medium-blue handkerchief, mostly hidden within the compounds of the right lapel of Hoffman’s suit jacket. And the detective stands right in front of Strahm, taunting him, unbeknownst to the special agent himself. Yes, this may be a coincidence—but “copsucker”? Really?

It’s a ridiculous scene, and normally Lindsey would probably laugh. But she’s being professional, so she doesn’t. She tries not to look either, proceeds to brush it off. Focuses on the priorities; on her job as a federal agent. Yet, she can’t help but let her gaze wander every now and then, still, eyes flickering between Strahm and Hoffman, partly wanting to see her partner’s reaction if he realises, and partly wishing he doesn’t. 

On the way back to their own office, Perez glances curiously at Peter. 

“Have you noticed at all?” She asks eventually, no longer able to keep her interest at bay.

“Noticed what?” Strahm replies with an inquiry on his own, appearing surprised.

For a second, she simply stares, stunned. Then, allowing herself a subtle, knowing smirk, she responds. 

“Never mind, then.” 

*

If there’s one thing Detective Hoffman hates, it’s stumbling across Lawrence and Adam. And he can’t even decide which is worse; being subjected to Gordon’s condescending look, or dealing with overly friendly Stanheight. Whatever the case, both stand as infuriating.

It’s simply a matter of business with Lawrence (or at least that’s what they both choose to offer as the official version). If you were to ask Adam, though, he doesn’t believe that for a second. And he doesn’t mind, either. 

Feeling slightly hyper today, as he sometimes does, he would normally let the two older men talk and settle things between themselves, while he paces, maybe takes some pictures, probably smokes (this is one of the very few instances during which Lawrence is too busy to grace Adam with a disapproving stare). 

But then something pinpoints his attention and he can’t help but react accordingly. 

His sudden close proximity is enough to make the other two pause. 

“Dear?” Lawrence prompts, caught off guard. 

However, Adam isn’t looking at him—his focus lies purely on the detective. After another while of hesitation and turning some thoughts over in his mind, he points at the red handkerchief, hanging out of Hoffman’s front pants pocket. 

“Actually?” He glances at the older man in disbelief. 

A flicker flashes across Hoffman’s face, as the sudden realisation dawns at him. “Uh, listen,” he hisses, stuttering, visibly flustered. “Maybe I might’ve been a bit… desperate recently…” 

By this point, Lawrence is pretty much lost completely. He casts a glance at his boyfriend once more, searching for some hint that may lead him to reach some reasonable conclusion. Adam’s shit-eating grin isn’t of much help, though.

*

“I need a fresh tie,” Strahm states casually, suddenly coming to a halt in the middle of the room. 

His gaze lazily travels toward Hoffman, still resting on the bed, and his own neck attire still bound to the headboard. Involuntarily, he raises his eyebrow, briefly reflecting on his choices from the previous night. Making rational and responsible decisions is indeed definitely easier while sober. 

Hoffman tilts his head to the side, not an ounce of care present. “Try wardrobe?” 

Strahm huffs with irritation but doesn’t retort. Instead, he follows the instruction (for once), sliding the door open and taking a look. Due to the limited variety of his partner’s choice of clothing, finding a clear tie fortunately proves anything but difficult. However, something inside captures Strahm’s attention and makes him stop dead in his tracks. 

Once realising what he’s looking at, he turns back to the other man, a blank unreadable expression painted on his face. 

He’s seen a lot in this apartment by now; starting on some more subtle bindings, ending on leather accessories and muzzles. But this… This is something entirely different. And strange. 

“Why in the world would you need this many handkerchiefs?” Caught off guard, Strahm quickly motions to the drawer that appears to be overflowing with a disarray of colours and patterns. 

A knowing grin brightening his features, Hoffman spares the Agent a smug glance. “The right attire is the key to communication,” he explains eloquently as if stating the obvious to an idiot. “These help me declare my needs more clearly.” 

The detective visibly expects some response, a reaction transmitting some sort of understanding. Instead, he observes Strahm stare back at him for at least a few seconds, his brow furrowed, before shrugging it off, muttering “whatever” under his breath and, finally, leaving. 

Hoffman lets his gaze linger on the door that his partner just slammed shut right before his eyes, in a hurry. He doesn’t move for a while longer but eventually, the initial surprise passes and the detective’s mind catches on. 

He reaches for his phone, going to his contacts without as much as looking at the screen. His fingers quickly tap a combination of buttons, creating a brief but clear and direct message. 

To: Lindsey Perez  k. running out of options. do i just stick a printed hanky code to his face or sth?

A/N: Thank you for reading! This is the first "chapter" of this work, hence more may appear in the future if I come up with something more.

Please, consider stopping by my Ao3! 💚

[teddybasmanov]

One of GWAG audios a few days ago mentioned the handkerchief code, so I decided to look into it more and in one of the sources I found this:

You can wear a handkerchief that basically tells people "I'm gay please hug me".

[constance-mcentee]

BWAHAHAHAHA

Putting a bloody lace handkerchief in my back pocket to indicate that I'm into Victorian tuberculosis roleplay.

[legodcsupervillansbiggestfan]

Just found out about that handkerchief code thingy from ye olde olden days, and as someone who enjoys writing in my spare time, heh (pushes up glasses), I find the concept rather interesting. So, I came up with this little scenario:

Old timey party in like, mid 1800s or something, full of posh rich people that are posh and rich (and all the men are fops because every old timey rich man is at least a little bit flamboyant)

One guy is like, "wow awesome party, I love how rich everyone is"

Then his friend comes up to him like, "hello my good man, i agree with you, but why does no one have their handkerchiefs on display, if you know what i mean, wink wink"

And the first guy is like, "no I don't know what you mean, what are you on about??" Because the first guy is new to freaky stuff

Then the second guy gestures to the (idk picking at random) dark blue handkerchief in his right pocket, "oh you knowwww... 😼"

Then the first guy FINALLY picks up on what his friend is on about and he's like, "it's not that kind of party"

The second guy leaves

Thank you for coming to my handkerchief talk

[giddlygoat]

to be fair he’s butch 24/7 but i just needed to get this out of my system

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Mike wanting so badly to be like the other members of Hellfire, so he buys a wallet chain and paints his nails black. He starts listening to the bands that Gareth and Eddie like. Mike even grows his hair out, but when he tries to put a black handkerchief in his back pocket, that's where Eddie draws the line

[resident-dumb-fuck]

WOKE the thing:

MASCReady

BEAR

NO BALLS

Palmer

Childs TRANSITION

FUCK COPSper

NONBINARYrris

BTHEY THEMings

ClAROMANTIC

FUCKS

GAYrry

WOMANdows

[galaxy-beast]

[id: photo of an oil painting on an easel. the painting shows someone from behind, from the shoulders to just below the butt, in white shirt tucked into blue jeans. a real navy bandana is hanging from their right pocket and down past the edge of the canvas. the background is bright yellow /end id] (ID taken from @puckgoodfaggot )

first thesis piece finished ୧(`⁠^´)୨

[an-ruraiocht]

handkerchief code update: two hankies in every pocket of your trousers and your jacket means you have allergies

[the-fiddlesticks-affair]

have to honor my url as well as my blog title and post my other personal bit of all time banter between them

[consistantly-changing]

Happy pride to the Carmines + Octavia, all my headcanons (Trans monsterfucker Odette, aromantic bisexual Clara, asexual biromantic Octavia, bisexual Zestial and Carmilla but they don't know it)