#IN HER SHORT GAY HAIR ERA

[ayo-edebiri]

OH MY GOD YELENA IS COMING BACK TO ME FOR REAL

[dykeinthedark]

venting in tags about gender n shit (long as hell) (u can comment and talk 2 me as always :3)

[pillowprincessvarric]

This may not be true. As with any man, my perception is inherently flawed. But. I do really feel like visibly queer millennials are more standoffish with me now that I'm presenting more androgynously? Which feels kinda inexplicable.

[shotgunbunny]

═๑♡𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬♡๑═

WC:4.7k+ GIF by gay-bucky-barnes

dark!Sherlock X reader

{warnings: NONCON/DUBCON!! reader is sold!! mentions of prostitution in Victorian era!! misogyny!! age gap!! blood but not a lot at all!! dirty talk!! virginity loss!! breeding kink!! insane Sherlock!! murder!! like this is dark baby!! manipulation!! brainwashing?/Stockholm syndrome!! kind of a sugar daddy?!! dacryophillia!! spitting!! }

Sherlock was accustomed to lady company quite often but the problem was the fact he didn't get satisfaction from any of the the ladies. After every intimate moment he shared, a numbness settled over him faster than he expected and he would lay there miserable all while his company was perfectly satisfied.

Sherlock heaved a sigh over his problem. He didn't want to be detached from his emotions during sex anymore. He craved to be wrapped up in pure bliss with the overwhelming feelings of love too. And that was apparently too hard for the detective to find. So he had decided to take on this problem like a case.

He stood at his desk staring down at the chart of paper. He needed someone who would fit his type perfectly, and even he didn't know what it was. He grunted frustrated over this. That didn't help him get any closer. By the time he had decided to just look at a local whorehouse, convinced that there would be a lady there who would help him due to their experience, night had fallen over the London streets.

Sherlock grabbed his coat and left his cane behind, trying his hardest not to be noticed by any that would recognise him. He headed down to the pleasure house that is simply known as 'THE PINK STRAWBERRY.' Apparently there, all the women smelt and tasted of strawberries and Sherlock was positively excited to see if this was true. He entered the establishment, allowing his eyes to drag along the men that were sat in the velvet chairs.

He headed to the desk where a man dressed in a dark 3 piece sat. He looked up at Sherlock and smiled. "What can I get ya' sir?" He spoke nasily and it made Sherlock irritated yet he hid it, determined to solve his issue. "Do you have anything new? Any new deals? Anything intriguing?" The man looked around before looking Sherlock up and down. "You ain't a pig are ya'?" He whispered the question and Sherlock leaned forward, "I am not." Technically not a lie, he was a detective not a police officer after all.

"Good then. I got a new deal indeed. A new girl just came in. Innocent as can be. Naive and dumb, perfect for molding. You can have her for the night. Or you can have her forever at the right price." Sherlocks interest peaked as he thought about the offer. The molding part definitely appealed to him. Don't get Sherlock wrong he was glad that feminism was making a move into society, but he needed a submissive wife. He had worked hard and supported enough so he deserved a reward.

"I'd have to meet her." The man stared at Sherlock suspiciously before he heaved out a sigh and slid a key to him. "You get five minutes. And then it's decision time. Got it?" The man stated it all firmly all while staring Sherlock down. "Understood sir." With the agreement made the man directed Sherlock to the room where this new woman was.

He unlocked the door feeling his palms slightly sweaty from nerves and excitement over the prospect that there might be someone by his side soon. He kept his eyes on the floor as he entered the room and then turned to close the door, preparing himself to see you. He turned and his breath was instantly knocked out of his chest.

You sat in the messy silk sheets. Clad in a white nightgown that was short on you and only just hid your lady parts. The sexy lingerie pushed your breasts together perfectly and you looked like an angel. Your hair framed your face perfectly and your big doe eyes stared up at him questioningly. Scared even. He scanned the rest of you, your lips were big and plush, your skin looked soft and your legs looked positively sexy to him.

Sherlock moved to the bed and sat in front of you, cooing as you slowly moved away from him, cautious of the strange man. "Do not worry angel. I am not here to hurt you. I wish to get to know you. My name is Sherlock, what is yours my darling?" You continued to stare up at him with those big eyes, mesmerising him. You whispered your name to him, your voice a melody to his ears. He repeated your name, feeling his heart flutter over how he pronounced every syllable of your name and how it would perfectly match up with his last name.

You stared at the hulking form of the man that sat on the edge of your bed. He was handsome yet he intimidated you. His eyes were a beautiful cold stormy blue, yet the way they observed you made you uneasy. It was like he knew everything about you just from a glance. His dark brown locks looked so soft and you couldn't help be drawn into the contrast of how he looked both hard and soft at the safe time. His broad shoulders and muscular arms that were tight against his suit had you squirming over how he looked almost godly. He was a specimen of a man, but you knew he was here for something you had tried to save. Your virginity.

"Is it okay if I call you angel?" He asked gently soothing you to a degree and you nodded your head at him. Still keeping your eyes on him. "You know angel, I was given an offer to buy you. I can get you out of this place and keep you safe and warm. All you'd have to do is be my wife. I can assure you there are no bad intentions behind this. I simply wish for a pretty girls company." His voice was soft the whole time and he allowed himself to reach out and hold your small soft hand in his large one. Embracing the size difference between the two of you and how he would have to go easy on you.

"I-I wanna get out of here. But I don't even know you sir. How can I trust you?" Your curious gaze lingered on him and he smiled softly bringing your hand to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles. "You just have to trust me angel. You can ask me anything you want and I shall answer." You examined him and his soft demeanour trying to conclude if it was fake or real.

"O-okay. Why do you want a wife sir? You're already h-handsome enough. I am confused as to why you've come to a whorehouse to find a wife. It's almost ironic." Sherlock chuckled at your mumbles. "I need someone pliable to my needs. I've struggled with connecting my emotions to sexual activities so I'm seeking an emotional bond first. A whorehouse is where women are used to finding a man's pleasure, I believed they helped me. And indeed they have, they've brought me to you."

You blushed at his words, yet you remained confused over them. You had no idea what to expect from the hulking man and if you rushed into a relationship with him, you were scared of where you'd end up.

"Can I confess something Mr. Sherlock?" He resumed his soft smile allowed his gaze to soften too. "Ofcourse angel, anything to keep hearing your heavenly voice." You blushed at him before bringing your gaze to his, allowing your eye contact to hypnotise him. "How do I know you won't hurt me?" Sherlock got off the bed before he kneeled down with his hand on his heart staring up at you in the bed from his bowing position and spoke confidently. "I promise you, I would never raise my fist at a woman and I would most certainly never even dream of hurting you angel." You smiled finally and nodded at him.

He stood up and resumed his place on the bed, allowing his final few minutes of getting to know you be filled with you shy mumbles of what you liked and who you are. A knock on the door startled you and he placed a large hand on your leg comforting you. The door then opened revealing the man from the front of the house.

He started displeased of Sherlocks hand on you thigh and spoke loudly and confidently. "So, do we have a deal?" Sherlock turned his head to look at you and you stared at him. You saw his eyes scanning your reaction and you looked away with a blush, not wanting to give away the fact that you were hopeful to be leaving here and even excited to become a wife. Sherlock grinned at your shyness. "Yes we do have a deal." And with that Sherlock threw a bag stuffed with coins and notes at the man making him gasp at the amount inside.

Sherlock turned to you, and grinned making you smile too. "Come angel, let's go home."

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Adjusting to life with the detective was a hard one, a terrifying one. You never really agreed to be with Sherlock, you felt like a cattle being sold off to the next consumer where you would eventually be slaughtered and devoured. You were forever grateful to God above for saving you from marrying Sherlock as he had no time at the moment or the coming moments to take your hand.

He had often argued with himself over it and you stood looking at him. You remember when you came into his office and saw him staring at his chalk board filled with writing and conclusions and you heard his frustrated mumbles clearly. "Stupid fucking pricks. I will marry her, she will be mine and that'll show them. I'll make sure she's fucking filled with my kids, so that then you can't deny letting me marry her. And I'll ofcourse get kids. What a perfect scenario." You gulped and tiptoed away terrified.

You were often alone at Baker Street, staring longingly out of the window trying to figure a way out of this hell hole. Yes Sherlock never raise his hand at you but his insults were vile and left you heartbroken and self conscious. He often reprimanded you for ending up in the whorehouse rather than waiting for him, and when you went to respond about your father selling you he would cut you off with a glare filled with a darkness that filled your stomach with dread.

Because of the long periods of time being locked up in his house, you had become accustomed to the lay out and began to hatch out a plan of escape. You had to plan it carefully making sure that the detective didn't suspect and that you were 2 steps ahead of him. You mapped out the floorboards and the windows, even single structure of the place and began planning any route that would lead you to the streets where you would bolt and never look back.

After you had planned four pathways perfectly so that even the mighty Sherlock Holmes wouldn't even suspect, earth shattering news was given to you. You see while you thought you were cautious and cunning, you were actually sloppy. Sherlock noticed every move you made, he overlooked your plans while you slept and chuckled at how silly they were. From going under the floor boards to jumping out the window.

He knew he had to find a way to discourage this, afterall he had spent money on you and was promised a moldable doll that would fulfill his needs. And don't get him wrong, he was most definitely attached to you emotionally. Everything you did drove him crazier in love with you. From something as simple as you gentle morning breathing when you were at peace to your more fiery moods when you were planning an escape erratically. He loved your passion, your gentleness and your ever growing desires to escape.

See he also had a plan too which would boost his love for you and unite you both. Yet first he had to discourage you, crush you. And he did this by killing your parents, making sure it ended up in the newspaper where he then gave it to you. He watched with sadistic pleasure as your eyes filled with tears over their deaths. Yet he did not predict you throwing yourself into his arms and sobbing.

You longed for some form of comfort, even if it was with the man that held you prisoner. His arms were warm and for a small second that bled into a week, you felt safe. You felt comforted grieving in his arms, he promised to take care of you and he had. He was. "My Angel, you know that I adore you. I will keep you safe forever, you just have to stop fighting. Let yourself fall into being Mrs. Holmes and I'll promise you whole the world." He whispered gently into the crown of your hair, you hummed, your throat aching from crying so loudly.

And after hearing his words of adoration, you let yourself sink into him. Into his love and his comfy and soon he began surprising you. He brought you home beautiful dresses, jewelry. Anything you wished for he would bring to you. It was then that Sherlock realised the key to your heart was through money and beautiful things, so he decided to spoil you in hopes to catch you when you fell deeply in love with him.

He remembers the time he got you to wear your potential wedding dress. A long white dress covered in lace with long arms. You walked out shyly and coughed quietly. Sherlock turned and his mouth opened slightly, his eyes widened slightly and a blush coated his cheeks. With quick firm steps, he headed towards you and placed his large hands on your waist. You looked down meekly, mumbling, "What do you think?" Sherlock brought his hand up to your chin, tilting your head up to look into his eyes. He flashed you a charming smile before he gently spoke with passion and love swirling around his eyes. "You look perfect angel. Truly sent from heaven."

All too soon you found yourself surrounded by gold and rubies, and as beautiful as they shined, but it only helped prolonged the aching in your heart. The need to run free and choose your own fate began to rise up in your blood again and you began devising your escape again. And Sherlock caught on immediately feeling his heart ache that his gifts weren't enough to satisfy you. But it was no matter, you would be thankful soon, you would worship him for the gifts he bought you.

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Tonight was the night that you escaped. You were ready, Sherlock had told you he would be working late and you faked a pout and spoke gently, "I hope you hurry home soon, I get lonely with you honey." To which he placed a kiss on your forehead and then on your lips before rubbing your noses together and replied in his soft gruff voice, "Don't worry angel, I'll be with you sooner than you think." And then he headed out the door locking it.

You looked outside and saw the darkness spread down the streets and the with a sigh, you dragged yourself to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. You were prepared to fight for your freedom. You stared in the mirror, you were dressed in your comfiest dress and you were thankful you took your corset and other accessories off. You put on sensible shoes and then heaved a breath in and out and started to undo the window lock. You heard a click and smiled.

You got up and pushed yourself out of it so that you were sat on the ledge. A cool breeze swept past you and you breathed it in. You looked down your heart hammering at the giant drop that you faced. There was a large bin beneath you thankfully yet you were still terrified. You closed your eyes and pushed off the ledge suppressing your scream the best you could. When you peaked your eyes open you saw your in the large dumpster and saw that many pillows were stacked in here to cushion your landing.

Your blood turned cold at this and you quickly scrambled out. You fell out and as you pulled yourself up, you heard the familiar taps of a cane. Sherlock knew. You froze and turned to stare at him. His face was blank and he stared at you. He spoke clearly. "You may have thought you were 2 steps ahead of me angel. But I am always a leap ahead of you. So I give you the choice. Go back to our room and your punishment won't be that bad and I will forgive you for your temporary lapse in judgement."

A pause played between the two of you and you felt tears gather in your eyes. You had come so far, you were so close. You waited for him to speak feeling your heart hammer. With a heavy sigh from Sherlock, he spoke again, his voice deepening a warning evident in his tone. "And if not, then try running and see what will happen angel. Because I can promise you, I will tear your wings off and break your halo before you can even apologize."

Your heart raced and you slowly turned gulping. You had worked too hard and with that one thought playing through your mind you sprinted and a dark laughter soon followed you. And before you could even make it to the first lamp post you were tackled onto the ground by his hulking figure. He spoke hotly into your ear, "I warned you. Now you're gonna deal with the consequences." He pulled you up over his shoulder and stomped to your shared apartment. He kicked the door down and the kicked it closed.

He stormed to the bedroom and threw you onto the bed. You gasped trying to catch your breath from crying and the fear that was vibrating in your chest. You watched as he quickly stripped from his clothes in anger. His predatory gaze settling on you immediately after his cock sprang free. You couldn't bring yourself to look at it. Instead you continued begging with your eyes to stop this but you were only met with his cold, dominating gaze.

"Strip." He said, his voice a hiss. You shook your head crying more. "Do it or I'll do it for you." You let out a pitiful sob and within seconds he was upon you and tore your dress open. Buttons popped off and seams torn, your breasts spilled free and within a few moments of them being exposed, Sherlock brought his head down and took a nipple into his mouth. Licking and sucking it, you felt yourself grow wet for him yet you held back your moans. A squeal left your lips as he quickly bit your nub and smirked. All the hike his thumb was pinching and caressing the other.

He pulled away and stared down at your tits. "Just wait til these are full of milk for our children. Your breasts will get so heavy, and I'll happily hold them. Fuck this little body is so perfect. Pretty tits to match your pretty face. I can't wait to mark them up with my bites and my cum. And don't give me any crybaby shit, this was your choice whore."

He soon tore the rest of your dress off followed by the rest of your clothing. You quickly tried to shield yourself but he was too fast. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head and smiled wickedly at seeing your naked body on display to him. You slowly brought your gaze down his body, getting wet at the sight of his muscular arms and his chiseled body. And then staring in shock over his big cock. It was long and girthy. A prominent vein running from the bottom to just under the tip.

Sherlock settled between your legs, you were hip to hip and with a grunt, he grabbed his cock, and slid it up and down your folds before pushing into you ripping the air from your lungs and replacing it with a scream which was quickly muffled by Sherlock's massive hand. He stared down at where you both connected and groaned feeling your pussy tighten around him trying to lubricate itself around his massive cock.

"Fuck. You're tight little pussy is fucking perfect. So warm, so tight. It's fucking hugging my cock. Your pussy is a big a whore as you. You wanted this, you wanted me to fuck you. You wanted me to shove my big cock into your little pussy. Awwh look at your tears, you look like such a slut. Maybe that's why you were in the whitehouse, cause you're just a fucking slut."

He looked down at you and smirked and your closed eyes, he moved his hand from your mouth to your chin and then pried your lips open with his thumb and then spat into your mouth. He then held himself up with one hand, remaining perfectly still letting you adjust to his cock. He then spat on two fingers and brought them down to you clit and began rubbing viciously. He then stared down at you again and pressed his mouth to yours.

He swallowed your groans and moan and let his tongue swipe around you mouth letting him taste every part of you before pulling away while sucking on your tongue. When he pulled a way a wire of spit attached you both for a second before it broke and splattered on your face. He smirked and the felt how wet you were and licked from your cheek to your temple. You fluttered your eyes closed until his hand gripped your jaw, and took away the small bit of pleasure you were feeling. You stared up at him mortified.

"You will look at me. Understood, I'm warning you. You keep your pretty eyes on me. With your fucking pretty crocodile tears. You keep looking at me or else it will get worse. I'd hate to lay my hands on your pretty face an leave a nasty mark there."

He then began to rock his hips and let his thrusting start slow and steady. Letting your virgin cunt get used to his cock and his thrusting. He moved his gaze from your eyes to where he was in you. As he pulled out he saw bits of blood on his cock and he groaned feeling a sense of glory over taking your virginity. And after he felt that glory he let himself go and began thrusting with wild abandon.

"You were a fucking virgin. God that's so fucking perfect. My good girl. You saved this cunt for me didn't you. Ofcourse you did, you had no idea what to do with it until you met me. This is my cunt now. I'm gonna cum in it, so it's fucking mine!"

You began moaning and whining feeling bliss wrap around you everywhere. You brought you legs up to knot around his hips, needing more of him even though you didn't want more. Your small hands travelled to his broad back and began scratching it, needing to grasp something to hold onto reality from the pleasure you were feeling. You felt the knot in your stomach and unwinding and then you finally felt go and came all over his cock with moan that echoed in his head.

He placed his head in your neck and planted kissed and sucks everywhere. Covering you in his love bites and the pure fact that you were purely his in that moment nudged him closer to his climax. And then he felt your pretty pussy flutter around his cock and cum all over it. And soon he lost control and came in you. Making sure to fill you up and not let one bit go to waste.

"Fuck did so good. Did perfect. Gonna make me a father aren't you. Such a perfect little angel, such a good girl for carrying all my kids. Did so fucking good taking my cock, gonna get a ring on that finger tomorrow and then I'm gonna fuck you until you can't think of anything but me. My angel. Gonna make you love me as much as I love you."

He laid on top of you and peppered your face in kisses, whispering things into your ears that you didn't hear as you were too blissed out and were close to falling asleep while he still had his cock in you. You let your eyelids close and your breathing slow as you drifted to sleep with Sherlocks cum dribbling out of you.

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You and Sherlock had moved into a much more spacious home and it was truly wonderful. The garden was big and filled with flowers and he would pick one single flower a day and present it to you before explaining the meaning. You were positively drowning in his love. So much so that you had stopped fight against it and allowed yourself to sink into it. And in return you gave Sherlock all the love in your heart too, allowing for your mind to be vacant with everything except Sherlock and your family.

Enola adored staying over to play with her nieces and nephews. In total you and Sherlock had 5 children, not counting the one that was currently in your stomach. With 3 strong boys and 2 gorgeous girls it seemed like life was complete. Enola taught them key things even if they were little, but they understood. You blamed that on Sherlocks genes afterall he was the smart one.

Speaking of, you just heard the front door close and the sudden parade of small feet dash down the hall to see their father. You giggled and continued making dinner for everyone all while pregnant and a baby in your hip. Little James was quite the mother's boy and he was clingy. Yet they all were at his age. He babbled to you as you stirred the stew, he listed colours and insects trying his hardest to remember what insect came out of a cocoon.

You heard the childish laughter getting closer and the heavy footsteps of you husband. Sherlock watched you, absolutely mesmerized by how perfect of a mother and wife you were. Don't get him wrong he still supported the feminist notion slowly rising, but he could not bring himself to allow you to do any of it. Seeing you as a reward for all his hard work. He drew his attention to James sat on your hip listening to his confused babbles.

"A butterfly my dear James." Your son's eyes lit up and you gently placed him down for him to wobbly toddle towards his dad for his daily cuddles. You smiled content at the homely and domestic atmosphere. You zoned out looking at the blue sky, still stirring the stew, completely missing Sherlock dismissing your children to go and wait in the dining room.

With gentle steps, Sherlock curled himself around you, and you leaned back into him and turned your head up and slightly turned it, and he placed a soft gentle kiss on you lips and gazed into your eyes lovingly. "How were the children, Mrs.Holmes?" You smiled, "Enola came over and kept them busy drawing, yet James decided to cling to my side and question me as to why my stomach has gotten so big."

Sherlock chuckled and moved his large hand up to your stomach cradling your pregnant belly. He placed a soft kiss in the crook of your neck before gently whispering, "And how are you my love, is our little one treating you okay?" You sighed happily feeling peace radiate through your bones and into Sherlocks. "I'm fine, they were kicking up a storm this morning but I think that's because they weren't ready for daddy to leave for work."

He hummed, "I apologize my angel. Truly, this one is going to be a little devil and I think that's my fault entirely." He said smugly. You giggled at him, and allowed him to keep cuddling you as you made dinner and settled into your husbands embrace and his dark love.

[omgthatdress]

Oh, look, another blonde hair, blue eyed doll from AG. I watched the cute little stop-motion short film AG made for Courtney, and I have to admit, it was fucking cute and her charm won me over.

There’s *some* actual historical engagement with the popularization of video games. The biggest thing is that her mom is running for mayor of their fictional town in California (because of course Courtney has to be a Valley Girl) and faces a bunch of sexist BS on a TV interview. It covers the space shuttle era of space travel, Challenger disaster and the emotional impact that had on the United States.

In her second book, Courtney has a classmate with AIDS. I’m glad that was included, because putting AIDS and HIV-positive kids in schools was a huge fight in the 80s. Here in Tampa, the mother of Eliana Martinez, a disabled girl who had contracted HIV in a blood transfusion at birth, went to court to get her daughter into school, and a federal judge ruled she could go to school as long as she spent the day in a glass cage like an animal. It was that bad. Eventually, Eliana was able to attend school without the cage because her mother, Rosa, was amazing.

In spite of everything I like about Courtney’s story, let’s be real. AG’s 80s doll should have been Latina. A Cuban-American girl living in Miami, with at least one parent who’s an Operacíon Pedro Pan adoptee, and with relatives who came over during the Mariel Boatlift. And I’m not just saying that because my parents were living in Miami in the 80s, I’m saying it because Miami was an incredible place in the 80s.

Operacíon Pedro Pan was a program by the U.S. State Department and Catholic Church for Cuban children to be sent to America when parents feared they would lose their parental rights and their children would be sent to communist indoctrination camps. It was a chance for their kids to be raised as Catholic in free America instead of atheists under the brutal Castro regime. About 14,000 children were removed from Cuba to be mostly re-settled in Miami.

You may be familiar with the Mariel Boatlift if you’ve seen the opening scene of Scarface, which actually sums up the situation pretty well.

Now, granted, Mariel only happened between April and October of 1980. Even after the boatlift officially ended, people seeking to flee Cuba continued to come on boats. The “wet foot, dry foot” policy meant that anyone fleeing Cuba who managed to set foot on American soil was guaranteed asylum. However, they had to face the US coastguard trying to intercept them and turn them back on the water. Refugees from Haiti fleeing the Duvalier regime also flocked to Miami, but since Duvalier was right-wing, Haitians weren’t granted the same protections as Cubans were and it was absolute bullshit.

On top of all that, Miami also had thriving African-American, Afro-Caribbean, Colombian, Jewish, and gay communities. There was just SO MUCH incredible stuff going on in Miami in the 80s, and I mean, hello, Miami Vice was a whole aesthetic!

You could include all the stuff that’s going in in Courtney’s books and STILL pack in so much more amazing history. The overall vibe I get with Coutney’s collection is that even though there’s some good stuff in her stories, it’s more about selling 80s nostalgia than actually teaching 80s history, which is a travesty. I know it’d be hard to engage with 80s politics and Ronald Reagan without pissing off a *lot* of people, but you can still engage with some serious 80s history if you just look outside of the blonde hair, blue eye box.

[ao3feed-zukka]

i think they did it (but I just can't prove it)

Read now on Ao3 at https://ift.tt/hXigzyI by theideaofthefall Katara just knows something is up. She can’t exactly pinpoint what. It’s just…there are so many little signs that everyone, even the human lie detector Toph seems completely oblivious to. She’s been rethinking the whole situation in her head so many times… When all of a sudden, Zuko waltzes in with some of his own hair strands...burned? And Sokka, right after him, with his hand covered in bandages. Words: 2351, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Toph Beifong, Ty Lee (Avatar), Mai (Avatar), Sokka (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar), Aang (Avatar), Katara (Avatar), The Gaang (Avatar), Iroh (Avatar) Relationships: Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Aang/Katara (Avatar) Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Firelord Zuko (Avatar), Ambassador Sokka (Avatar), Post-Canon, Oblivious Aang (Avatar), Tags Are Hard, Implied Sexual Content, Fluff, katara knows something is up, everybody are oblivious, katara in her sherlock era, Let Toph Say Fuck, no beta we die like jet, they are very gay your honor, it doesn't align with comics because I wrote this and I can do whatever I want, Hurt/Comfort, may involve some accidents with candles (in non sexy way?), its short but its long Read it on Ao3 at https://ift.tt/hXigzyI

[homomenhommes]

THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … April 5

1837 – Algernon Charles Swinburne (d.1909); A Victorian era English poet, his poetry was highly controversial in its day, much of it containing recurring themes of sadomasochism, death-wish, Lesbianism and irreligion.

Swinburne had a striking appearance; he was very short and thin, with a huge head and large quantities of flame-red hair. He had a nervous temperament, could behave erratically, and was subject to tremors.

He had a lively interest in flagellation—a taste probably acquired at Eton, and he shared his sexual interests with, among others, Lord Houghton, who had amassed a large library of erotica.

For his own entertainment, Swinburne composed flagellation sketches, farcical novels, and reviews of nonexistent French poets. He tried to publish some of these works, but primarily he circulated them among his friends—who included Dante Gabriel Rossetti, his brother William Rossetti, and Edward Burne-Jones.

His Poems and Ballads scandalized Victorian critical and moral opinion and was withdrawn from circulation by its publisher. The volume included "Dolores," which glorified masochism, "Hermaphroditus," which exhibited Swinburne's lasting interest in bisexuality, and "Anactoria," which glorified lesbianism in an address of Sappho to her lover.

His friendships with George Powell and Simeon Solomon encouraged his interest in same-sex sexuality, though he was at times ambivalent about what he called Solomon's "Platonism." But we do know that he and gay painter Simeon Solomon used to chase each other naked through the poet Rossetti's house

By the late 1860s, Swinburne had become addicted to alcohol, and it quickly undermined his health. His alcoholic sprees also began to lose him friends.

In 1879, Theodore Watts (later Watts-Dunton), a solicitor and minor writer, established Swinburne in his house in Putney outside London. Watts tactfully weaned Swinburne from alcohol and from those of his friends who had encouraged him to drink. Though the household treatment at Putney might be thought stifling, Watts undoubtedly saved Swinburne's life. Swinburne continued to write until his death thirty years later.

1900 – Spencer Tracy (d.1967) was an American actor. Respected for his natural style and versatility, Tracy was one of the major stars of Hollywood's Golden Age. In a screen career that spanned 37 years, he was nominated for nine Academy Awards for Best Actor and won two, sharing the record for nominations in this category with Laurence Olivier. Like Olivier, Tracy was reportedly bisexual.

Spencer Tracy was a midwesterner from a lace-curtain Irish-American background who developed a taste for acting at school, and after a First World War spell in the US Navy, a year at drama school, and various odd jobs, he spent eight years developing his craft on Broadway. A fellow Irishman, John Ford, spotted him playing a condemned murderer on Broadway in 1930 and brought him to Hollywood to play another convict in Up the River. Twenty-eight years later he gave one of his last great performances in Ford's The Last Hurrah.

Though a confident professional, he was a difficult, guilt-ridden man, alcoholic and bisexual, the two sides of his personality perhaps expressed in the 1941 Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.

Ex-rent boy, Scotty Bowers, in his book Full Service, tells of how he and a very drunk Tracy ended up naked in bed together, and how he had suggested to Tracy that

we should try to get some sleep, but he wasn't ready for that. Instead, he lay his head down at my groin, took hold of my penis and began nibbling on my foreskin. This was the last guy on earth that I expected an overture like that from, but I was more than happy to oblige him and despite his inebriated state we had an hour or so of pretty good sex.

The next morning there wasn't even the slightest hint of how drunk he'd been, that he'd pissed in the corner of the bedroom, or that we'd had sex together. He didn't say a word about it. It was as though none of it ever happened.

That was the first of many sexual encounters I had with Spence. Sometimes I would go to his place at five in the afternoon and sit around the kitchen table with him until two in the morning as he drank himself into a stupor. Then he would be ready for a little sex. Despite everything, he was a damn good lover. The great Spencer Tracy was another bisexual man, a fact totally concealed by the studio publicity department.

Tracy found his greatest professional success and most profound personal experience in his partnership on and off screen with Katharine Hepburn. She was the Ivy League-educated, upper-middle-class liberated sophisticate to his self-made, aggressively male rough diamond, and they sparred together in nine films, beginning with Woman of the Year (1942).

1929 – Joe Meek (d.1967), born Robert George Meek in Newent, Gloucestershire, was a pioneering English record producer and songwriter acknowledged as one of the world's first and most imaginative independent producers . His most famous work was The Tornados' hit Telstar (1962), which became the first record by a British group to hit #1 in the US Hot 100.

A stint in the Royal Air Force as a radar operator, spurred a life-long interest in electronics and outer space. From 1953 he worked for the Midlands Electricity Board. He used the resources of his company to develop his interest in electronics and music production, including acquiring a disc-cutter and producing his first record. He left the electricity board to work as a sound engineer at Radio Luxembourg.

Despite not being able to play a musical instrument or write notation, Meek displayed a remarkable facility for producing successful commercial recordings. To compose, he was dependent on musicians, who would transcribe his singing (or recordings of it). He worked on 245 singles, of which 45 were major hits (top fifty or better).

He pioneered studio tools such as artificial multi-tracking on one- and two-track machines, close miking, direct input of bass guitars, the compressor, and effects like echo and reverb, as well as sampling. At a time when studio engineers were assiduously trying to maintain clarity and fidelity, Meek was producing everything on the three floors of his 'home' studio and was never afraid to distort or manipulate the sound if it created the effect he was seeking. For John Leyton's hit song Johnny Remember Me he placed the violins on the stairs, the drummer almost in the bathroom, and the brass section on a different floor entirely.

Although he turned down opportunities to work with David Bowie, The Beatles and Rod Stewart, Meek did work with a host of other artists including Gene Vincent, Billy Fury, Petula Clark, Shirley Bassey, Tommy Steele and many more.

Meek was obsessed with the occult and the idea of 'the other side'. He would set up tape machines in graveyards in a vain attempt to record voices from beyond the grave. In particular, he had an obsession with Buddy Holly and other dead rock and roll musicians.

His efforts were often hindered by his paranoia (Meek was convinced that Decca Records would put hidden microphones behind his wallpaper in order to steal his ideas), drug use and attacks of rage or depression. His then-illegal homosexuality put him under further pressure; he had been charged with 'importuning for immoral purposes' in 1963 and was consequently subjected to blackmail.

In January of 1967, police in Tattingstone, Suffolk, discovered a suitcase containing the mutilated body of Bernard Oliver, an alleged rent boy who had previously associated with Meek. According to some accounts, Joe became concerned that he would be involved in the investigation when the London police stated that they would be interviewing all known homosexuals in the city.

On February 3, 1967, the eighth anniversary of Buddy Holly's death, Meek killed his landlady Violet Shenton and then himself with a single-barrelled shotgun that he had confiscated from his protegé, former Tornados bassist and solo star Heinz Burt at his Holloway Road home/studio. Meek had kept it under his bed, along with the shells. As the gun had been registered to Burt, he was questioned intensively by police, before being eliminated from their enquiries.

1936 – Pierre Hahn (d.1981) was one of the earliest gay militants in contemporary France and an amateur historian who received the first doctorate given in France for work in the history of homosexuality.

Pierre Hahn was nineteen when he contacted André Baudry, the former seminarian who had just begun publishing Arcadie, a monthly "homophile" review and would soon found an association with the same name. Invited to participate, Hahn wrote numerous articles (under the pseudonym André Clair) on a wide variety of subjects of interest to the homosexual readership, while simultaneously embarking on a career in journalism.

Under pressure from his father, however, Hahn briefly entered a psychiatric hospital at the age of twenty in a vain attempt to "cure" his homosexuality. The experience left him with a life-long distrust of the medical profession because of the way it had been treating homosexuals since the nineteenth century.

By the mid-1960s Hahn was evolving beyond Baudry's position that homosexuals should show themselves "respectable" and "dignified" in order to win the tolerance of society. Hahn later explained that he had begun a serious relationship with another man and "like all people who are in love, I wanted to shout it from the rooftops; I also wanted to rehabilitate something [homosexuality] that was held in contempt or treated with condescension." In a public talk at Arcadie, he compared the discrimination against homosexuals to racial discrimination, a point of view that shocked some of his more conservative listeners.

Guy Hocquenghem (a leading gay militant of the 1970s, but at the time a 21-year-old Trotskyite who carefully hid his own homosexuality from his homophobic "comrades" on the political left) later recalled Hahn's appearance at one meeting in 1967: "He came into the damp cellar and for an hour spoke to us about homosexual liberation. It was the first time I had ever seen a homosexual militant. And for a good reason, because at the time he was the only one in Paris."

In late 1970, there emerged a small radical group of Arcadie members that undertook a number of commando actions, most notably the disruption of an anti-abortion meeting in Paris on March 5, 1971, in which Hahn participated.

Five days later, the same group sabotaged a live radio broadcast on the theme "Homosexuality, This Painful Problem." They stormed the stage. Hahn, who was taking part in the program as an invited journalist and (presumably heterosexual) "expert" on homosexuality, had arranged their presence

That evening the they founded the Homosexual Front for Revolutionary Action (Front Homosexuel d'Action Révolutionnaire, or FHAR). Radical gay liberation had come to France.

After FHAR's collapse in early 1974, Hahn remained active in the gay movement. He had also begun research into the gay past. One former gay militant, Alain Huet, remembers Hahn as "a living homosexual encyclopedia".

In 1979 Hahn published Nos Ancêtres les Pervers (Our Ancestors The Perverts), in which he tried to demonstrate how, by repressing same-sex activity in eighteenth- and nineteenth-century Paris, policemen and doctors had produced the modern homosexual as a distinct category of man.

In late 1980, a board of examiners at the University of Paris-VIII (Vincennes) awarded Hahn a doctorate in philosophy for his work on "the birth of homosexuality," earning the degree on the basis of the work that he had already published in the form of books and articles.

By then Hahn had taken to drinking heavily. Without a steady job, he found it difficult to make a living and was deeply in debt. He was also infatuated with a young Moroccan, who took Hahn's money and gave little in return.

Hahn committed suicide on February 19, 1981. Gay militants had to take up a collection to pay for the burial. The card on one of the two wreaths at the funeral was an implicit acknowledgment of his historical role in launching gay liberation in France: "To Pierre Hahn, from his friends in the French and foreign homosexual movements."

1939 – Massachusetts requires notice to police whenever someone convicted of sodomy is released from prison.

1982 – Thomas Hitzlsperger is a German director of football and a former footballer who played as a midfielder. Since February 2019, he has been the head of sport of VfB Stuttgart.

Hitzlsperger began to play football at Forstinning, and later he joined the youth team of Bayern Munich, and in 2000 he moved to Aston Villa.

Hitzlsperger, who got engaged to his high school sweetheart, broke up with her shortly before the scheduled wedding ceremony six years ago. He was no longer certain of his sexual orientation. In an interview, he stated, "I finally figured out that I desired to be with a man."

The former world champion, who performed in the 2006 Global Cup and the 2008 European Championship, continues that he no longer had to lie about his sexuality and that teammates sooner or later stopped asking about his lack of a girlfriend. "However, the crucial aspect for me is to show that being a homosexual soccer participant is something that is normal. The perceived contradiction between playing football, a man's recreation, and being gay is nonsense. I don't think anyone has ever walked away from a game with me wondering if there's something wrong or 'too smooth' with my game," he said.

In January 2022, Hitzlsperger told ARD, that a "collective coming out" of gay footballers could be a solution to their problems of hiding their sexuality. Hitzlsperger took the example of 125 Catholic priests in Germany who decided to come out at once.

1991 – Phillip Picardi is an American journalist and editor. He is the former editor-in-chief of Out. His career in journalism began at Teen Vogue. He also worked for Refinery29 and Allure.

Picardi grew up in Boston to a Catholic family. Picardi attended Central Catholic High School, where in 2008 he was one of the founders of a now-annual student fundraiser called Catwalk4Cancer; the 2017 event raised more than $250,000. After graduating from high school, Picardi attended college at New York University.

Picardi started his publishing career as an intern at Teen Vogue. He then served as online beauty editor at Teen Vogue before becoming senior beauty editor at Refinery29 in September 2014. At Refinery29 he worked for Mikki Halpin, whose influence as well as Picardi's personal experiences led to a growing interest in political engagement alongside his work on beauty.

Speaking to The Guardian, he said his experience growing up gay in a Catholic family meant "I can certainly relate to what it feels like to be underrepresented or even marginalized. I took sex ed classes and there was no mention of homosexuality. Or I would sit in religion class and be told my life was a sin." Since June 2020, Picard has hosted a podcast about this subject called Unholier Than Thou, part of the Crooked Media podcast network.

In March 2017, his role at Condé Nast expanded to become as digital editorial director for Them, the LGBT magazine as well as Teen Vogue. Under Picardi's leadership, Them has also seen a significant rise in web traffic: April 2017 had a 53% increase over the prior year (6.9 million over 4.5 million in April 2016). He left the magazine and Condé Nast in August 2018.

In August 2018, Pride Media Inc. announced Picardi as the new editor-in-chief of Out. Picardi was let go from Out in December 2019, describing it as “the most complex chapter of my career so far”.

[nerdygaymormon]

Happy Pride 🏳️‍🌈

I want to wish a Happy Pride to:

Violets, “the Lesbian flower”

Sappho (c. 630-c.570), the Greek poet who lived on the island of Lesbos, often referenced violets in her ancient poems, thus creating a connection with female love, and this coded association endured for centuries. In fact, in 1927 the New York City district attorney’s office shut down the Broadway play The Captive because a female character in the play sent a bunch of violets to another female character, creating a big scandal

Crop Tops

Crop tops used to be associated with sports and were a popular option for manly, athletic men. However, the fashion of 1990′s and early 2000’s was dominated by loose and baggy clothing. Crop tops, which had once been viewed as hyper-masculine, came to be seen as more feminine and a fashion statement, which made straight men reject the crop tops and gay men embrace them.

Pirates

Back in the Golden Era of Piracy (1650-1730s), homosexuality was highly stigmatized on land and illegal in most places. However, piracy was known for rejecting societal standards and expectations. Queer relationships at sea were not uncommon, and pirates even had their own form of domestic partnership called matelotage. If you want to learn more, there are many pirates to choose from, but you can start with these: Anne Bonny, Mary Read, John “Calico Jack” Rackham, and Pierre “the pansy pirate” Bouspet.

Carabiners

Carabiners are a steel loop designed for rock climbers because they can easily be opened with one hand, which is useful when hanging on by the other hand. This practical tool for carrying around equipment was adopted by working-class people to carry keys. In World War II, a large number of women entered the workforce, and those who went into manual labor were usually more butch than femme. More traditionally feminine industries, like sewing or secretarial work, were closed to them due to their gender presentation. After the war, many women were reluctant to give up their new financial independence, and thus the carabiner is linked to female liberation and working-class aesthetics and this belt-side key chain came to be part of the lesbian style. 

Lavender 

Lavender is used interchangeably with “rainbow” to mean “LGBTQ+” at events like Lavender Graduations and the annual Lavender Law Conference. It’s thought that lavender became code for gay because it’s created by mixing pink and blue—colors which are culturally connected to girls or boys—thus blurring the distinction of what is feminine or masculine. One sweet use of this color connection within the queer community is on Valentine’s Day, lavender roses are often the choice of LGBTQ+ partners.

Lambda (the Greek letter)

In the early 1970′s, based on the recommendation of Tom Doerr, New York City’s Gay Activists Alliance chose as its symbol the Greek letter lambda, which looks like a lowercase “y” flipped upside down, because it’s used in science to represent kinetic energy. Kinetic energy is energy an object has due to its motion, thus making lambda a symbol of change. For example, Lambda Legal works for positive change to the legal status of queer people

Ace playing cards

Due to the word “asexual” being commonly shortened to “ace,” this led to a play on words by ace playing cards coming to represent asexuality. The ace of hearts and ace of spades are used to symbolize being aromantic and asexual respectively.

Undercuts

Queer people find ways to challenge heteronormativity, whether it’s gay men bleaching their hair blonde or lesbians rejecting the association of long hair with womanhood. Short hair has become associated with lesbians, whether it’s a bob, a brightly-colored close crop, and most iconically the undercut which is a hairstyle that leaves the top part of the hair medium length or long but has one or both sides and/or the back of the head shaved closely

Brunch

Brunch is THE gay meal and for a number of reasons. There was a time that brunch wasn’t viewed as respectable, but rather was a meal for those who’d stayed out late partying. Bucking tradition is a queer tradition and so brunch is a natural. On Sundays, brunch exists at a time many people are at church, and it’s a great use of that time for queer people who chose to leave churches that reject them. Gay spaces were generally bars and clubs which are usually nighttime spaces, but brunch was radical as a place gays could gather and be themselves in the daylight. Historically, queer people found it more difficult to secure gainful employment, and brunch is a bargain, usually half the price of dinner, so it makes sense the queer community flocked to a meal that was more affordable. Brunch is more casual than a proper breakfast or dinner and therefore is often accompanied by fun conversation and gossip. Brunch offers a greater variety of food options than the typical meal, there’s something for everyone. Could anything be more queer than variety & acceptance?

Ms. Frizzle

In the 1990s, the popular children‘s television show “The Magic School Bus” featured a teacher, Ms. Frizzle, who was never confirmed to be queer, but she was definitely queer coded, such as her quirky fashion style of mismatched brightly-colored patterns & those big earrings. She bucked gender norms by being a woman teaching STEM topics, and having a love of adventure. Another clue is she wasn’t married at a time when gay marriage was not legal. Also, the character was voiced by lesbian actress Lily Tomlin.

Women’s Hockey

Women’s hockey has a joyous history of lesbian players who are visible. In 2017, Caroline Ouellette and Julie Chu—former captains of the Canada and US ice hockey teams—welcomed their newborn daughter into the world. The following year Meghan Duggan, the captain of the US women’s Olympic ice hockey team, married her girlfriend Gillian Apps, who played for Team Canada, and they had faced each other in the 2010 and 2014 Winter Olympic finals. Dating & marrying your opponents, lesbians are setting the example for World Peace

BLÅHAJ

Blåhaj—pronounced blaw-high—translates simply as "blue shark" in English, and is a toy introduced by IKEA in 2014. The blueish body, white underbelly, and pink mouth are the trans flag colors. There’s so few things designed and marketed for trans people, that it’s delightful they latched onto this cute and cuddly plush shark 

Keith Haring art

Keith Haring was an American pop artist who advocated for safe sex and AIDS awareness through his images. In 1988, Haring designed the logo for National Coming Out Day, which is still used today. A year later, he established the Keith Haring Foundation to provide funding to AIDS organizations. He died in February 1990 of AIDS-related complications. His distinctive and instantly recognizable style came to define the 1990′s

[notahorseindisguise]

would u ever consider growing out ur hair? I'm just curious :3

UGH MY HAIR WAS GROWN OUT. I HAD LONG HAIR FOR A WHILE AND I WAS GROWING IT LONGER.

k lemme run you through all the eras of my hair

so for much of my life, around 16 and a half years, my hair was short and natural coloured. then i decided to grow it out (so it was more obvious i was gay) you can see that starting in the bottom 2 pics. then i bleached my hair. my hair was bleached and growing out longer and longer for a good long while

cute pics of me w some longer bleached hair. theres more, i think bleached hsir was my best looking time.

then i dyed mh hair blue. and MAN was i hot.

man hes hot.

then i had to go back to school. my christian school. with blue hair. uh oh!! they suspended me until my hair was normal, so i like, frantically bleached it and dyed over it and stuff til

but like. my hair was FRYED. from all the bleach and dye. it was never gonna properly recover. so we gave me a buzzcut just at a friends house. before buzzing it all though, we did this, which i think youll appreciate:

GET TONSURE'D BITCH!!

uh but then i had to buzz it all off..didnt look good for a while. that was when i was in my girlfriend arc so a lot of my best photos are tainted, but ill find some without her

yeahh i was not very attractive with a buzz cut. but it had to be done..i dressed up as walter white because it was a bald joke lmao

heres some photos of just the slow process of it growing out:

oh those ones didnt post in order but like. you get it

anyway SHORT ANSWER: YES!!! I MISS MY LONG HAIR UGH I MISS IT SO MUCH. and i wss gonna grow it out even longer 😭😭 i miss it every day i looked so good with it UGH. it wasnt even that long..but yeah..i wanna grow out my hair as long as i can!

[trohpi]

my marauders era hcs

james

hes polyamorous & bi

absolutely enamored with lily & reg

the entire potter familys indian

looks exactly like euphemia but with fleamonts wild hair

refuses to use sleekeazy no matter how much his father begs him bc he says his hair adds character

actually really good in the kitchen and cooks for lily & regulus often (acts of service is his love language)

has the highest transfiguration marks of his whole year

sirius

genderfluid!!! her pronouns r she/he/they

hopelessly in love w/ remus

^^ extremely oblivious to that fact

fluent in french and hates it, tries not to speak it when he can

remus introduces them to muggle music and clothing which they immediately love

absolutely entranced by muggle movies and begs remus to take him to the theater every break

calls mcgonagall “minnie” to her chagrin

remus

pansexual & welsh

in love w/ sirius for years & thought it was unrequited bc hes oblivious as well

best friends with lily

secretly plans most of the marauders pranks

uses his prefect privileges for pranks

has study dates w/ lily, peter, & regulus

close with his mother

his father is gone a lot for work but they have a good relationship

peter

token cishet friend

scottish

gets embarrassed super easily

him & mary are really close friends

favorite subjects are herbology & charms, and he gets the highest marks out of the marauders in these classes

lily

bisexual & polyamorous

irish w/ vitiligo

her hairs more auburn than red red

dating james & regulus

her & mary dated briefly in 5th year

has a bit of a temper and is easily angered

way taller than all her friends but still wears heels cuz they look good on her so fuck what everyone else thinks

mary

shes welsh & yemeni

her real name is actually maryam

lesbian queen

thinks quidditch is dumb but goes to every game to support her friends

tells peter everything

fluent in arabic and welsh (her & remus like to gossip in welsh)

marlene

theyre genderqueer, pronouns are they/he

super close friends with sirius

^^ marls kissed sirius once and then quickly realized hes aromantic

in a qpr with dorcas <3 (before that they were quidditch rivals)

theyre gryffindors seeker

dyes his hair blonde religiously

theyre filipino & were adopted by their gay muggle dads when they were 3

didnt know they were magical until they got their hogwarts letter bc of the adoption

dorcas

polyamorous, pan, and ace

dating pandora & xeno my beloveds

in a qpr w/ marlene

her mom is pureblood, her dad is muggleborn & the ancient runes teacher

has an older nby sibling named aster

in the same year as the marauders

one of the slytherin beaters

regulus

1000% a polyamorous pan trans man

dating lily & james

first befriended lily in the slug club

best friends w/ pandora

fluent in french and embraces it, mumbles to himself in french and slips french words into conversation

originally forces himself to dislike the marauders bc they “stole sirius” but begrudgingly starts liking them

hits it off w/ remus bc of their similarly dark & sarcastic humor

the hat originally wanted to sort him into ravenclaw but he asked for slytherin

pandora

shes a brazilian muggleborn

bisexual & polyamorous, dating xeno & dorcas :)

wears super chunky jewelry and huge glasses

hangs in the kitchens with regulus and is very friendly with the house elves

in the same year as reg but in ravenclaw

loves learning about everything magical she can, including “fake” creatures like nargles and blibbering humdingers

lovegood is her maiden name, xeno took it when they married

alice

5th year prefect when the marauders were in 1st year

gryffindor quidditch chaser & captain until she graduated in 1974

friends with emmeline, frank, gideon, fabian, & bilius weasley

bisexual & dated narcissa for a few yrs until narcissa broke it off bc of her arranged marriage to lucius

her mom and dad are pieretta and florean fortescue, she helps them run the ice cream shop during summers

has a little sister named edith whose in a year above the marauders

very very short

[gemsofgreece]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMF3Gy5pj/

I think that's a misinformation video about women in Sparta. During marriage i believe they shaved their heads so that they were associated to male soldiers, unlike most women in Ancient Greece who styled their longer hair to appeal more to the beauty standards of that time, like depictions of Aphrodite.

So i don't think it had anything to do with sexuality, especially since back then they didn't have a word for that. It's was just a tradition they had that differed from the rest.

Man this is so stupid and it’s crazy how much it has spread once again. I did some research on it and I found that the source is “cracked.com” and it is based on a book where the author (called Dover or something) simply said that this idea “was worth pondering”. And now of course most everyone sucks it up like crazy.

I like how nobody has even a moment’s doubt that this suggests that apparently not a single man in Sparta has ever been anything other than gay or that apparently not a single woman in Sparta has ever been desired (unless it’s another girl I assume hehehe) and apparently men could close their eyes in front of boobs and vulva but they drew the line at long hair on a woman’s scalp. I mean, okay, I understand westerners are fascinated by the different views on romantic and sexual relationships in classical antiquity but they have blown this shit out of proportion to a ridiculous degree.

I like how they say women shaved their heads so that their husbands would feel like they were sleeping with men but it escapes them that:

Spartan men had long flowing hair or braids so women shaving their heads for their gay husbands kinda defeated the purpose

Lol

Spartan maidens and unmarried women had long hair and dressed lightly, almost provocatively in order to entice a suitor. Therefore they did not try to hide their femininity when actively looking for a husband. They also married at an older age (19) than women in other places in Greece, therefore they might as well have had more matured feminine figures in their early marriage than the average.

As to why they shaved their heads during the wedding and kept it short afterwards, I do not know and there is obviously no conclusive scientific answer to this but I can think of alternatives that are a little more realistic given Sparta’s peculiarities than this western sex obsession suggests.

There is one symbolism that is very widespread when a woman cuts her hair in old cultures, and it has survived until recently; that of a woman grieving. Of denying her female beauty and refusing the joys of youth and love. In Sparta, cutting off the hair might have symbolised that the rosy carefree era was over for the woman. It was time to leave her own family behind and dedicate herself to giving birth to strong boys (and get rid of the weaker ones) and making them even stronger, more hardened and very disciplined until it was time to start their military training in the ripe age of 7. Happy tender motherhood wasn’t what was expected from Spartan women. We know that Ancient Spartans interpreted childbirth and motherhood as the war destined for women. Women dying in childbirth were honoured as men fallen in battle. Therefore cutting the hair probably meant that the woman had transcended into a new state, a serious, solemn and grave one, with no room for frivolous vanities and other “womanly concerns”. Is this what you also meant by saying “they were associated with soldiers after marriage”? Of course on a more superficial level it could also be a sign that the woman was married, therefore she shouldn’t be courted by another man.

Anyway, I am no historian but I think my (our) theory is better than that nobody in Sparta could get it up at the sight of long hair (on a woman).

[vparka]

Mx. Sinister // Hyunlix fanfic

Hyunlix fanfiction. / Hwang Hyunjin x Lee Felix.

Rated: Explicit.

Length: Long fic, no exact number of words and chapters yet.

⚠️ Tags: MANIAC era, Obsession, Sasaeng-behaviour. Possesive behaviour, Idol! Lee Felix, Fanboy! Hwang Hyunjin. Smut // Different tags. Attempted kidnapping, Rich! Hyunjin. Daydreaming. Hyunjin being delulu (lol). Crack treated seriously. ETC.

AO3 Link: "Mx. Sinister" Click! // includes all tags to take in consideration.

Summary:

And there he was, the most perfect being on earth. The total definition of an angel, a deep and smooth voice that didn’t match his delicate and soft face features at all; a really pretty face, short and skinny body. He had long blond hair and was completely dressed in red. Now, Hyunjin wasn’t gay nor anything other than straight but the guy on TV… the dude was stunning; he had the cutest pair of lips and the brightest and happiest eyes he had ever seen, yet his expression was deadly serious. The idol immediately hypnotized Hyunjin with his siren-like voice. He looked dangerous, yet so enchanting. Totally breathtaking. Hyunjin’s breath hitched, his heart skipped a beat and his eyes widened in shock.

So this was L̶̡̡̺̪̟̮͙̳̱͙̃̐̾̕̕͘Ǫ̸̨̻̯͎̯̬̳̀̆̆͋̏́̃̄̇̃͘V̸̢̮͎̖̌̈̓E̵̤̠̳͕̖̙̞̞̻̻̙̒̿̈́̍̃́̔ at first sight.

____ Or. "How Hwang Hyunjin lost his head to an Idol."

Chapter 1 / ??

If someone told the Hwang Hyunjin from a year ago that he would be obsessing over a freaking male k-pop idol in his early twenties and spending money like crazy on said male idol’s group just for him , he would have laughed at their face… and probably given them a huge side eye.

Hwang Hyunjin wasn’t even gay- he wasn’t bisexual either, and he did like music, but he wasn’t a huge fan of pop nor was used to obsessing over an angelic boy with such a pretty face and a damn alluring voice, with an impossibly sweet personality. Yeah, Lee Felix was all of that… which Hyunjin couldn’t handle, at all. 

No, all of this was new for Hyunjin… If being already a year deep into this still was considered being new. He had always loved music, how could he not? it was always there for him, in the good and bad moments, but he never had lost his head over an artist.

Sure, he had casual merch, some hoodies and posters here and there from different artists he liked… but he hadn’t been the same since he had discovered Stray Kids thanks to his hairstylist, who had the TV on while she bleached Hyunjin’s hair at her salon on a boring Saturday morning some time ago: Hyunjin had been scrolling down his phone, liking a few IG posts from his friends and not minding the music until a deep voice had caught him off guard— a male voice. Even though he wasn’t a fan of k-pop, the voice had made him curious; guys with deep voices weren’t that usual, so he had looked up and ended up seeing the most perfect being on earth. An angel…

And his life had changed completely thanks to a video of a k-pop boy group dancing.

As Hyunjin continued scrolling down IG and liking some posts while he waited for the lady to do his hair, he couldn’t help himself and curiously looked up when he heard a deep voice rapping so smoothly, so confident: It was a deep and beautiful voice, not annoyingly raspy and over acted—  no, this one was natural and sexy… these were difficult to find. Usually dudes in the pop industry had a normal voice or a somewhat lower one, but not that smooth and seductive, dripping with so much confidence and flow… So, of course he wanted to see the dude, just out of pure curiosity. It wasn’t a bad voice at all and the song was actually catchy, it was a song that he could see himself actually adding to his own playlists. Hwang Hyunjin looked up at the TV as his hairstylist prepared the toner; he planned to go blond and had been wanting to since a few months ago.

And there he was, the most perfect being on earth. The total definition of an angel, a deep and smooth voice that didn’t match his delicate and soft face features at all; a really pretty face, short and skinny body. He had long blond hair and was completely dressed in red. Now, Hyunjin wasn’t gay nor anything other than straight but the guy on TV… the dude was stunning; he had the cutest pair of lips and the brightest and happiest eyes he had ever seen, yet his expression was deadly serious. The idol immediately hypnotized Hyunjin with his siren-like voice. He looked dangerous, yet so enchanting. Totally breathtaking .

Hyunjin’s breath hitched, his heart skipped a beat and his eyes widened in shock.

So this was L̶̡̡̺̪̟̮͙̳̱͙̃̐̾̕̕͘Ǫ̸̨̻̯͎̯̬̳̀̆̆͋̏́̃̄̇̃͘V̸̢̮͎̖̌̈̓E̵̤̠̳͕̖̙̞̞̻̻̙̒̿̈́̍̃́̔ at first sight.

He couldn’t help himself, he immediately asked his hairstylist without even looking at her, not fully processing what the idol was making him feel.

“Which group is this?” Hyunjin couldn’t keep his eyes off the screen. Angel smiled briefly and continued dancing with such a passion, his movements so fluid yet so calculated as another member of the group took the center and started singing, but Hyunjin’s eyes followed him. “ Who’s the blond dude with the deep voice?” 

“Uhn?” The lady turned around and raised her eyebrow at Hyunjin’s sudden interest in a k-pop group, he had been her client for years and even though he never complained about her playing k-pop, she knew that it wasn’t Hyunjin’s usual preferred genre. He seemed pretty engaged in the boy group's performance though, so she just decided to answer. Well, nothing bad about liking a song. “They’re called Stray Kids, are you talking about the rapper? His name is Felix. The song is Thunderous” ”

Felix.

A year since Hwang Hyunjin had met the love of his life , his soulmate. A year of investigating Lee Yongbok. Felix. His beautiful Yongbokkie. His dear Lixie. A year of following and constantly checking Felix’s social media, of downloading photos and videos of him, of watching every program that featured him; a year of using his personal black card to buy Stray Kids’ discography just for Felix and his merch…

A year since Hyunjin had started seeing the male body in another light because a certain man was making him feel things he hadn’t even experienced with women before… even when said man had never seen him before, didn’t know him and the chance of touching was less than zero. A year since Hyunjin started craving another male : to cuddle a tall figure, to caress a small waist and wider shoulders, to wanting to memorize those dazzling masculine curves with his fingers and mouth, to inhale that characteristic scent the other members of Stray Kids said that Felix possessed… all of that while Hyunjin heard Felix’s deep, sexy and strong voice, preferably close to his ear. Sometimes it wasn’t even sexual (though it wasn’t exactly a secret that Hyunjin had already dedicated one or two to Felix… or more like every masturbating session since he had known about the idol) but Hyunjin also wanted Felix’s softness and his cute personality. He wanted to hold his hand, kiss his cheek, eat his brownies… he wanted Lee Felix.

Hyunjin had never been a plushie kind of person, but now he had a special corner just for Bbokari with its own closet full of cute clothes, bought and some handmade by himself (these were simpler but made with love), he also had the binder things filled with Felix’s photocards, a lot of them were bought or traded from and with other Stays because he didn’t had enough luck to pull Felix’s photocards in every album- actually , it was rare for Hyunjin to pull a Felix photocard. His phone and computer had Felix as his wallpaper, he had keychains of Bbokari and Felix’s own face- and Hyunjin had the photocard of the Thunderous era on his phone case. He had a Bubble subscription that he paid every month for just to be in Felix’s chat, to receive texts and selfies from him. A couple of life sized cardboard cutouts of Felix (it was incredibly cute that the idol was shorter than Hyunjin!) one intact in his room and another hidden in his closet… for more personal uses.

Hyunjin had everything.

Nobody but him and the maids that cleaned the house knew about Hyunjin’s collection of the idol, or at least the extent of it.

Even though Hyunjin was a person of a small social circle (being an introvert kind of made it that way, but he didn’t mind it, it was actually quite comfy being on a small circle) he was quite popular in university thanks to his looks and family name— so the nosey people did noticed that his phone case had suddenly an idol photocard, but none had dared to say anything nasty to his face yet. Hyunjin preferred it that way, so what if his phone case and school bag suddenly had photocards of his love, despite being known for saying out loud that k-pop was for kids and obsessed girls a couple times? It was his business only. And apparently his friends’ because they thought it was fun to tease Hyunjin about his celebrity crush, though they never crossed a line of teasing too much or insulting Felix. 

Hyunjin also ran a big Felix dedicated fan account on twitter where he hyped the idol up and expressed his deep love for him on his freetime. His friends didn’t know about this one yet, and Hyunjin wasn’t planning on telling them either. It would actually embarrass him— he wasn’t ashamed of publicly loving Yongbokkie, but his romantic side was actually kind of embarrassing… and Hyunjin didn’t hid that side of him whenever he went on a rant or wrote paragraphs where he tagged Stray Kids’ official account, sending an endless sea of messages and hoping that Felix would read them.

It seemed that a lot of people in the fandom liked Felix too, because Hyunjin’s account was followed by so many people and they seemed to connect with Hyunjin’s yearning for the idol- too bad they didn’t love Yongbokkie just like him, he loved the Australian so much more and his love for him was more real than theirs combined . He was just better and Yongbokkie only deserved the best , so of course Hyunjin did his best to support the other man; writing to him and supporting him by buying albums and merch.

It had been a year. A busy and sad year because he still hadn’t seen Lee Felix in real life… because Hyunjin had entered the fandom when Stray Kids were on hiatus. Nobody knew where they exactly were, but the fandom was blessed with constant updates of the members every now and then; posts, selfies on different platforms and a few lives on IG.

He had been surviving on crumbs… but it was alright, not totally but it was okay— Felix seemed happy whenever he went Live, it was easy to notice that he seemed relaxed, the break erasing the angel’s eye dark circles.

Hyunjin was happy about the fact that his love was sleeping well, he totally deserved it after working so hard and Hyunjin always made sure to say it on a comment

Like right now.

yong.lixx LIVE

Felix was smiling, reading comments as he ate his dinner. He wasn’t wearing any makeup and was dressed in silky pajamas. Judging by his attire and the fact that he was eating dinner, Hyunjin could guess that Felix was currently in Korea, where? he didn’t know, but it made sense. Felix had also said that it was kinda late at the start of the transmission, 11pm, so it was probably going to be a short live… and Hyunjin had realized immediately that they were on the same time zone, so it just made sense, really . Even by his standards, he wasn’t that stalkey (right?) And it was such a nice coincidence, the older male could pretend that they were having a late dinner date at home right now; he was at home wearing his own expensive pajamas and had a pizza box beside him, ready to relax after a long, exhausting day of university and shopping.

There were rumors about Stray Kids making a comeback soon and Hyunjin had gone all the way to the biggest mall in Seoul after class to buy himself a professional camera. If the rumors were true, then it was better if he was prepared beforehand.

It wasn’t a secret that the Hwang family was disgustingly rich, one of the most influential and rich families in Seoul and him being an only child meant that there was more money for him- so of course Hyunjin planned to go to every event he could to meet Felix and take pictures and videos of him. To see Felix and capture every moment and breath of his, only for Hyunjin’s own enjoyment. He had to be prepared to capture his soulmate’s natural beauty and the exact moments where Felix would react to see his destined lover; Hyunjin - himself, of course, the one and only Hwang heir of a couple of renowned famous brands in Korea; his dad being the CEO of a tech company and his mother the owner of a popular fashion brand, himself being a great painter and only a year and a half to finish university with an already guaranteed excellent paying job— so it was pretty obvious that he could provide for the idol, unlike most people online that dared to say that Felix was their sunshine- he would take great care of the Australian whenever his dear Lixie decided to step away from his idol life, not having to worry about a single cent. He would have a big house, would eat only the most delicious foods and have Hyunjin by his side, loyal and always ready to protect him-

Hyunjin would take great care of Felix, they wouldn’t, couldn’t . Especially if Felix ended up being expensive, which Hyunjin could accept without any problem, his family had too much money anyway and he wasn’t one to usually spend money recklessly; he probably used like a five or ten percent of his total allowance and he did sold his paints for a good price, so what was better than spending it on his soulmate? Felix only deserved the best.

 The older male wished he could cuddle Felix and feed him right now, have Yongbokkie sitting on his lap looking at him with so much love and smiling at him , Felix’s cute lips open as Hyunjin would feed him a pretty, sweet pastry. Hyunjin would hold him with so much love, keeping him warm while he whispered sweet words to his angel as he kissed his cheek. It would be a nice, comfy dinner date between boyfriends- 

“Super shy, super shy…. “ Felix sang that damn song again as he took a bite of his dinner mindlessly, reading comments. It was probably the third live where he sang that cutesy song with his criminally deep voice and Hyunjin honestly couldn't take it anymore. His heart ached with so much yearning, Felix was killing him, he was just so damn sweet and Hyunjin’s heart could only take so much. Felix giggled softly, eyes quickly reading the flood of comments. “Sorry. “ the idol said as he smiled.

Felix had bleached his hair again and it looked really good on him, to be honest. His hair was tied up in a small ponytail, though there were some rebel strands of soft hair caressing his beautiful freckled cheeks. The idol definitely rocked blond hair, Hyunjin would have thought that it was his real color if he hadn’t seen Felix’s pre-debut photos before. His real color was pretty cute, too… but blond really made his skin glow, his freckles looking more prominent: it was a contrast of platinum blonde hair, lovely tanned skin and his brown pigmented freckles. 

He really looks good with everything, Hyunjin absently thought as he fixed his own red hair: he had dyed it a week ago, actually. He did look good with blond hair himself, but he just felt like going for a more risky look. He really hadn’t thought much about it, he had just felt like going bright red would be interesting… which had been kind of weird because he usually preferred not to stand out– people got too comfortable talking to him about uninteresting, shallow things or even trying to flirt. Apparently, he looked like a player… which he wasn’t, especially now that he had his eyes set on a special someone.

Once his bangs were out of his face (he wanted to be able to see Felix as much as he could) , Hyunjin took a bite of his own dinner and typed a quick comment, hoping that the idol would read it. 

||  hynjinnnn: you look so beautiful, Yongbokkie. I’m glad you’re looking more relaxed, you deserve the rest 🥰😘 ||

Short, but straight to the point. It usually wasn’t like this, he loved to write in deep detail just how lovely Felix looked and acted, how proud Hyunjin was of him, he would express his love and admiration. His usual messages were long and dedicated… and Felix never read those. It hurt .

Hyunjin smiled as he saw the younger male giggle again but felt dread inside, of course Felix didn’t read it either. As much as the idol tried to interact with every fan, Hyunjin never got lucky… and he hated it. It wasn’t Felix’s fault, but Hyunjin couldn’t help but feel like a kicked, jealous puppy. Here he was, the so-called Cold Prince and one of the most wanted people in his university, aching for the love of his life to notice him- to give him a crumb of attention.

Couldn’t Felix recognize Hyunjin’s username? He had a, he must admit, a pretty damn nice picture of himself as his profile picture- unlike the ninety-eight percent of the people commenting on the live’s chat who had cartoons or pictures of other idols as theirs, plus, Hyunjin never missed a Felix live. 

Some people on the chat already recognized him, here and on other platforms where he showed his support, why couldn’t Felix recognize him too? The older male wasn’t a narcissist in any way, he actually preferred to not think about himself because there were actual important things to think about instead… but he had to gain the idol’s attention in any way, what was better than dressing in expensive designer clothes and having his hair dyed bright red? People tended to recognize that kind of style more than Hyunjin’s usual black, casual clothes and dark hair… but apparently it wasn’t working correctly. He had gained more attention when he was outside and some other people in the fandom that followed him on IG and TikTok but they weren’t Felix, so it didn’t matter.

With a heavy sigh, Hyunjin grabbed his laptop and opened twitter, then he quickly typed;

|| JIN.IRET 🥐  / hynjinnnn ||

|| Yongbokkie is live and he looks so cute, UGH. I want to kiss his freckles so bad, he’s such an angel. I wish I could cuddle him right nowww ||

It was pretty tame compared to what he usually would write or express while he lost it on a TikTok video, but it expressed a little his need for the idol… and that was the magic of being online. While real-life Hyunjin would be blank-faced if you were face-to-face with him, not making a single expression outside his (usual, default) bored-looking one, and his words would be probably taken as sarcasm than actual lovesickness; online Hyunjin could express himself without shame, words and screams conveying much more emotion than his actual face in real life… plus, nobody really knew him. Nobody would know that he was out of character, even for himself, when he was free and in the mood to talk about Felix.

That was the pinning , whipped side of Hwang Hyunjin.

He had his moments where he was spontaneous and behaved crazily with his inner circle or even in videos, sure, but he usually was pretty calm and kept to himself, his control of his own impulses was alright— but being alone and free to express whatever was on his mind when it was about his Lixie?

He didn’t care about what other people thought about him, but it did feel… liberating. Why did Felix not give him a little attention, then? 

Hyunjin stared at his phone while the IG live was still playing. Felix was still eating and reading in silence, occasionally giggling and scrolling down comments. Feline-like eyes tracked every movement the idol did, he just couldn’t understand how someone could be so perfect, he wanted to sob.

This was pathetic already, but that was how it was… Felix had him completely enchanted.

“Felix, did you bleach your hair again? Can’t see your roots.” Felix read in English and Hyunjin bit his lower lip. Sounds so sexy… he thought, closing his eyes in despair as he bit aggressively a slice of pizza. This man was going to be the end of him. Felix smiled brightly and nodded slightly, showing off the work his hair stylist had done. “Yeah, I got my hair bleached two days ago, can you guess why?” He smiled cheekily and drank a sip from his soda.

That question provoked a whole sea of comments, people principally speculated about a possible comeback… and their theories could be true. Felix had been growing his hair but not retouching the roots during his whole break because he wanted to have healthy hair, the other members of Stray Kids had also started to post photos of Seoul… so all of them were in Korea. And it had been four months since they went on a break, so it wasn’t unlikely that they were preparing to hit the stages again. Hyunjin desperately wanted that to be true, it would be his opportunity to assist their events, concerts and fansigns to finally meet his sunshine, to wait for Felix at the airport if he went abroad for promotions… he could finally be near the Australian. He wanted that, badly.

“Oh, who are you?” Felix suddenly smiled widely, his eyes looking at something or someone behind the camera with complete attention. He looked happy… “What are you doing here?” He asked amicably, moving to a side to let the person who entered the room a space next to him. 

“Another member?” Hyunjin muttered to himself, slightly frowning, lips tight as he let the slice of pizza back on the box, his attention now focused on the intrusion of Felix’s live.

It wasn’t rare for the others to join someone else’s live, but this time Hyunjin felt annoyed. He was pretending to have a dinner date with Felix, why would the other members join the transmission this late? Plus, this action only feeded the comeback theories more, being together, weren’t comebacks supposed to be secret until official announcements? 

“Hi, this is Bangchan! “ the leader of the group announced his presence happily, sitting next to Felix and offering a bright smile to the camera. He was a handsome guy and had his charm, yes, but it still made Hyunjin feel annoyed and why was Bangchan side-hugging Felix now, so unashamedly? Skinship was pretty common between them, the fanservice was great and all… but why with Felix? “Uhm? ‘Chan, are the comeback rumors true?’ Uhmm, that’s a secret! Haha.”

Felix giggled as he looked at Bangchan’s contagious smile, they really seemed close. It was common knowledge in the fandom that they were like that, being both Australians and having a lot in common… the bond was expected. Hyunjin was cool with Bangchan, actually, but he really had wanted to pretend this was a date with Felix, it had been a while since the cute boy went Live.

Hyunjin sighed and grabbed his slice of pizza again. He was a pretty logical guy who preferred to think before assuming , but since the idol entered his life his brain cells tended to take a vacation whenever he saw him. Felix and Bangchan were close, like really close but not that close, right?  Inside himself Hyunjin knew that this thing he had for the blonde wasn’t totally normal, but he couldn’t help himself. This connection he had with Felix (even if the idol didn’t know yet) was stronger than any logic, than any common sense. They were destined, it was only normal for Hyunjin to worry about his love; about someone else touching his angel, breathing the same air as him so closely, even if they were friends of his. Hyunjin was allowed to be slightly jealous, right?

He continued watching the live, pink lips pouting and eyes focused on his freckled angel. 

He wished he could cuddle Felix right now, he looked so cute with his hair tied up, Hyunjin wanted to kiss those soft cheeks.

He let out a huge sigh.

Just a little more…

More…

Why did he choose this song, again?

Hyunjin tried to control his facial expressions, this take had to be the one… but his legs and arms were starting to get tired, he discreetly bit the inside of his cheek. 

He had been practicing the “Domino” choreography for a couple weeks now and had been wanting to film a TikTok video of him doing it even before he had started practicing it… but it was difficult, holy fuck. 

It wasn’t a joke that k-pop was catchy and that people usually ended up learning a dance or two because how would you want to listen to a pretty damn good song and not want to dance to it? he’d never been a sports or physical activity person, really, he was more of preferring to express himself with art, like painting or writing, for example. But Stray Kids’ music had made him want to actually learn how to dance– and that was what Hwang Hyunjin had been up to since the past month. He had started with the basics and was still learning them, but sometimes he wanted to dance to one of his favorite songs but holy shit , hitting the moves on time and with the same fluidity was difficult, how did Felix make it look so easy? Okay, it was the whole group but in his defense, Hyunjin only had eyes for the blonde. How did he move like a fish in the sea with all of these difficult moves? God, Felix was truly amazing.

As the song came to the end, Hyunjin exhaled deeply and walked towards his phone to stop recording. He had done it, he finally managed to get a take where he didn’t mess up and his fluidity was actually decent. He still had to polish some moves and get the technique right, but he was happy with the result. 

He had some hair pins on, thank god, because he had started to sweat half an hour ago with all the takes he had to do and wait, what was that notification on his screen?

Hyunjin’s eyes widened in shock, he quickly removed some sweat from his forehead with a quick move of his wrist and opened the tweet coming from Stray Kids’ official account.

“No fucking way.” He muttered in excitement, eyes quickly devouring the information on his screen. His heart started beating quicker and his fingers felt a little shaky. It was a comeback announcement, no way. There weren’t too many details but holy fuck, it was official now. “Wait—?” Hyunjin got distracted as he got a Bubble notification. He was subscribed to everyone’s Bubble but he knew that notification sound by heart now and who wrote like that, Felix!

Without any further thinking, Hyunjin tapped on the new notification. The Bubble app opened immediately and Hyunjin felt his breath stop for a moment, there was a selfie from Felix and a couple of short messages.

《《《《《 My hair is shorter now…

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Do you like it? ☺️ 》》》》》

Hyunjin loved it. Long or short, blond, black or brunette... he loved it in any way, any color, he loved Felix.

Hyunjin saved the selfie immediately and stared at it for what felt like a couple of seconds, but in reality it was a few minutes. He just couldn’t believe that someone so angelical like this existed; Felix’s hair was still blond, but it was super fluffy and indeed, shorter. His freckles weren’t that notorious in the picture, so Hyunjin figured out that Felix was wearing makeup. He didn’t like when the makeup artists tried to hide Felix’s precious freckles. Eyeliner looked so good on him, though…

And his clothes were pretty cool. Felix was always cool and cute; he looked absolutely adorable whenever he used those oversized knitted sweaters, though in this photo he was dressed in dark, shiny clothing. He kind of looked like he had been on a photoshoot, or maybe filming a music video (the older male hoped so). Was he? It was extremely convenient that they had just announced a comeback and Felix had uploaded a selfie of him all dolled up.

Hyunjin let himself lay down on the grass, not bothering to turn off the music coming through the connected Alexa device. He had been practicing in his backyard, near the large pool and below the ceiling that protected a medium-sized zone from the sun so he didn't have to worry about hurting his eyes with how bright the sun was shining. He still had to check the TikTok he just filmed and upload it, but this was more important. Was that selfie taken just right now? Hyunjin kept examining it, wanting to memorize every pixel on the screen, longing to run his long fingers through Felix’s fluffy hair.

Without realizing, he started daydreaming as he continued staring at the selfie.

Felix looked stunning, as always.

They were cuddling in one of the comfiest sofàs in Hyunjin’s house, Felix sitting on his lap, being face-to-face with one another. Felix would be hugging him, arms circling the older male’s neck.

Hyunjin could picture perfectly how the man’s cute cheeks would blush as Hyunjin caressed them softly; long fingers traveling from the Australian's forehead to his clavicles, the pads of Hyunjin’s fingers lovingly tracing with extreme carefulness Felix’s skin.

Those beautiful freckles would look so lovely, standing out as they rested on pink skin. 

Felix would smile so sweetly, dark eyes gazing timidly at Hyunjin’s own attentive and feline-like eyes. His pink lips would glisten with saliva; he’d been licking them, it was a habit when he was nervous. His perfect button nose would scrunch lightly as Hyunjin pinched Felix's bottom lip.

“Hyunjin…” The younger male would close his eyes in delight in response to all that attention, smiling cutely, feeling a bit shy. Nobody would l̴͔̬̗̯̰̊̅͠ơ̸̤̐̈v̷̢̰̹̦̣͋͗e̷̙̹̯͕̽̀͜  h̸̫̪̜̃̂̿į̴̘̱̫̿m̵̢͈͖͐ as much as Hwang Hyunjin did. “You’re staring…” Felix giggled. Then, his voice dropped a couple tones. “Am I that handsome, Hyunjin? Mm?” with his small hands, he conducted Hyunjin’s filthy, possessive, undeserving, selfish hands towards his hair. Immediately, he motioned with a small movement of his head that it was alright for Hyunjin to pet his hair, he was looking at the older male attentively. Felix was the embodiment of cuteness. “You wanted to touch it, didn’t you?”

He froze for a couple minutes at this sight until Felix started looking away, shyly. How could the Australian do this to him? looking awfully beautiful, then expect him to react and answer him right away?  he was only human.

Hyunjin’s heart skipped a few beats, his breathing quickened as he registered what his boyfriend had said — Lee Felix was looking at him?!?! and asking him to, to pet his hair?!?! 

Expectant eyes came back and stared deeply into his own feline eyes, that beautiful smile still intact, blush prominent on his cheeks. 

He couldn’t answer, his throat was closed and refused to listen to him. Was he allowed to… to touch this angel?

Oh, Hyunjin wanted to pinch those cheeks, that cute nose. He wanted to smile back, to caress Felix’s soft skin. To tell him he loved him. He wanted to touch his hair, he wanted to kiss those lips, he wanted to lick those perfect teeth, bite his nose, kiss every centimeter of his skin, get lost inhaling Felix’s shampoo, lick every strand of his hair, he wanted to wrap himself in Felix’s perfect existence, he w̵̖̙̿͑̓a̴̢̪̽̀n̵̜̭̒t̴̗̉e̷̪̥͎̞͋̉̽͠d̶͇͎̤͛̐̄͠

Hyunjin’s thoughts were interrupted by another Bubble message, but this time it wasn’t from the younger male. With a whine, he closed his eyes forcibly, frowning and he growled. For once he wanted Felix to be more like Bangchan, to fill his phone with tons of notifications, to roleplay with him (well, them. The Stays. Hyunjin wasn’t delusional to actually think that Felix sent those Bubble messages specifically to him… though he wished they were.)

Hyunjin licked his lips and opened his eyes, calmly looking at the sky. Well, nothing to do about it, and now that he had finished the “Domino” choreography he could focus on his assignment that was due for tomorrow… after he uploaded the video of the dance, and maybe another one of him venting about how lovely Felix looked in today’s selfie and the comeback announcement. He didn’t care anymore that people saw his face online when he was going into a rant about how much he loved the idol; a lot of people actually agreed with what he said anyway, and commented that Hyunjin was actually kinda cute. It was a miracle that his friends still hadn’t found out about his TikTok account with how active he was there.

Still, it didn’t matter. Hyunjin wasn’t ashamed of loving Lee Felix with all his heart.

[endlessly-cursed]

Riddle Era- Geena Greenaway

"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛."

Name: Geena Lucie Greenaway

Nicknames: Gennie, Gen

Birthdate: 23rd of December, 1930

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Personality Type (MBTI): TBD

Blood Status: Pureblood

Nationality: British

Physical Appearance

gif credit to @/tessgifs

Hair: Black

Eyes: Black

Height: 1.64m

Weight: 60kg

Body Type: Short and slender

Skin Tone: Slight tan

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): Purple marks on her decolletage from an experiment gone wrong

Background

Hometown

Geena grew up with her mother and grandparents in Greenaway manor, being her grandmother's most favoured grandchild and the one they saw the most, and despite her mother owning a flat in London, they spent most of their time in the famous house. She also got to see the final years of Uncle Ezra's years and grew up hearing his stories firsthand.

Family

Mother: Nadine Ambrosia Greenaway

The only parent she's ever known in her life, she grew up alongside her, always from one adventure to another, following Ezra's footsteps, becoming her mother's pupil. She never once told her about her father, telling her it was for the best that she never knew the man. Geena never questioned her, but when she died, she received a letter from a mysterious man claiming to be her long-lost father. And she'd soon regret that decision.

Father: Maverick Harlow

A two-thousand year old heretic (half vampire half mage), he and Nadine had met in one of her adventures and fell in love while fighting rogue werewolves. Nadine was unaware of what a threat he was, his age not being a concern to her... until she saw his bloodlust. The two of them argued and physically fought, and Nadine left in a huff, only to find out (while digging on him) that he had founded a cult for the elite. Geena found out and started snooping around, and soon backfired. One of his lackeys kidnapped the fifteen year-old Geena as some sort of revenge in Maverick's name and, while preparing her for an offer to an old god, fighting back, fell onto unknown chemicals. The next thing Geena knew, she was bleeding and the whole place blew up. The only survivor? Geena herself. And Maverick, who quickly left the UK and fled to the States. Meanwhile, Geena had to deal with the aftermath: being thrown into jail for a week, and her newfound immortality.

Grandmother: Lucie Anna Cromwell

Geena always knew that her ever-perfect grandmother had secrets, secrets she knew she'd never know. However, she always ideolized her and kind of envied her. She passed away when she was just fourteen, not old enough to be let into family secrets or rumours.

Grandfather: Thane Greenaway Jr. ( @potionboy3 )

Geena always grew up with stories of her grandparents' epic love story, how it trespassed time, class, duty and blood purity and won everything. She admired him and was her favourite man in the world and the one to act like a father figure to her. She was devastated when his time came too.

Son: Jonathan Everett of Alderly

Geena did her best to raise her son to be a good man, however, he was always a troubled man. The reason? He was a gay man in a deeply conservative society where sex between men was some kind of guilty pleasure kept hush-hush, and where if you were a man, rich and single, all eyes were on you. Jon came to his smart mother and asked her for her protection. After a long talk, they agreed on looking for a suitable beard wife, and found one on Nina Morland, a lesbian who was looking for a cover of her affair with a famous actress. The couple managed to have one child, George, per the wishes of the marriage, and the secret wasn't out until they divorced amicabily in 2013 and Jonathan married his lifelong paramour, (OPEN!) and Nina married her own.

Daughter: Adaline Cora Louise Primrose of Alderly

Her daughter Ada was her brother's opposite: cheery, fun-loving, the life of the party and shone as bright as the sun, all while keeping a good head level and making sure both families' fortunes increased. She inhereted her love for being mysterious and kept her life private.

House: Gryffindor

Best Class: Flying, Charms, Astronomy

Worst Class: History of Magic

Boggart: Her father, finishing his job

Riddikulus: Her father blows up in a big balloon

Patronus: TBD

Patronus Memory: Waltzing with Henrik

Mirror of Erised: Being able to age with Henrik and her family

Amortentia (what she smells like): Rose petals, vanilla, freshly baked sweetmeats, expensive cologne and powder

Amortentia (what she smells): Sandalwood, cigar smokes, expensive cologne, new paper and coffee

Career

11-18: Hogwarts student

17-64: Private Investigator

65-72: Cult disbander

73-??: Archivist in the ministry

??-??: Restaurant owner

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: Her family, taking down her father, disband cults, being on the right side of history and making sure nobody knows who she is

Strengths: Brave, bold, intuitive, daring, passionate, fierce and protective

Weaknesses: Proud, reserved and closed-off

Stressed: When reminded of her immortality

Calm/Comforted: Seeing that her family will be well

Favorites

Colors: Red, golden, blue, emerald green and beige

Weather: Heavy rain with thunder

Hobbies: Reading, knitting, travelling, discovering new adventures and living her life

Fashion: Geena dresses casually, but still with style

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Henrik Victor of Alderly

Geena knew of Henrik's fame as a hopeless romantic heartthrob and a spineless tool, and although he amused her and intrigued her, he didn't seem interested in her... until, three years after graduation, they met again in his sister's debut and realised how much he had changed. He worked hard to get her heart, and he succeeded. They slowly courted, keeping a long engagement while Geena slowly unpacked the dark aspects of her life. Henrik was incredibly supportive, and they both married when she was 26.

They had two children, Jonathan and Adaline, and kept a low profile, staying away from politics as much as they could help it and, although they stood up for what was right, they were pretty much under the radar, making their own fortunes and enjoying their quiet life. During her lifetime with Henrik, she didn't think once of her father or the cult still lurking in her family's lives.

Geena is open for a second love!!

Friends: Portia Augusta of Alderly

Geena got along well with her youngest sister-in-law Portia, whose lively and fierce personality always put at ease the overthinking personality of Geena.

Gia Somerset II, Baroness Sudeley

Her cousin-in-law, despite Geena being older, was truly an inspiration of how to navigate cunningly the volatile court of both George VI and Elizabeth II. They both got along like a house on fire and learned much from one another. Geena was devastated when she, alongside most of her family, died within time.

Rivals: The Saviours of Cingerix

A cult that goes way back to the 1530s, what started as an underground Counterreformation, soon began its cult to much older gods during the early 19th century and its romantisation of Ancient Greece and Rome, all the elites working in gruesome ways to keep themselves in power through a cutthroat hierarchy that very few fully escalated. His leader, Maverick, has held power ever since, his tyranny and cruelty, as well as thirst for power, keeping him in power and in control of the wealthy and powerful.

Trivia

As she started getting older but didn't age properly, she took Polyjuice potions resembling old people who were forgotten to history so nobody would suspect of her immortality

After Henrik died, she faked her death and changed her name to 'Danielle Hastings' and for every ten years, she did such ritual

In 1997-1998, she took part in the Phoenix Resistance after Semele Thorne found out about her and, discovering that her father was also a Death Eater, she joined, determined to weaken him

She's the grandmother of Naila of Alderly, who'd finally put a stop to the cult with Geena's help... unbeknownst to Naila

She loves bagels and can bake them from scratch

She has a cheese addiction

Her mother's travels made her a fan of Mediterranean foods and diets

After the cult was disbanded, she created her own Mediterranean cruisine restaurant, 'The Green's Way' as an ode to her birth family. Each of her family members got the best dish names: her grandmother Lucie got the homemade cheesecake named 'Sweet Nana Lucie's Cheesecake', her mother's patatas bravas were named 'Nadine's Bravado Chips'...

Despite being immortal and never aging, she can procreate children and is very unlikely to miscarry it, given her system is much stronger than an average woman's

[lynnmatthewswrites]

The New Girl at Hogwarts: Chapter One- The Move

Authors Note: Hiya! I started writing this because I couldn’t see myself in so many fanfiction protagonists! I love the Harry Potter series and really relate to Hermione and Luna, who were so proudly not submitting to stupid things like pink and girly stuff! This fic is a love letter to the quirky girls and the girls who love Hogwarts! I also thought id include a gay character for gay rights! Sorry if there r any typos I tried my best.(LMK if you want a Y/N ver)

Sarah Lynn Clampitt wasn’t like a lot of girls she knew. Sarah Lynn didn’t like Taylor Swift or Lana Del Rey. Her favorite band was Panic! at The Disco, or maybe Paramore, though they were so underground most of her friends had never heard of them. Sarah Lynn didn’t care about short skirts and being girly, and much preferred hanging with the boys and getting dirty over lip gloss and glitter. She was also a witch, and went to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Of course, that was until her rich father died tragically, and she had to move in with her mom’s sister in England. (her mom died when she was a baby in a tragic accident and it was really sad)

Sarah Lynn would miss Ilvermony, even though she was sort of unpopular- all the other girls liked Taylor Swift and the Eras Tour and the Barbie movie, while Sarah Lynn hung out with boys- and the boys liked her, but still! Sarah Lynn sighed, looked out of the airplane window, and shed a single tear, missing her dad and her friends from New York. But they didn’t matter anymore. She was going to Hogwarts, and things were gonna be different! She put in her wired earbuds (airpods are stupid) and started playing one of her favorite songs- “House of Memories” by Panic! at the Disco. (AN: most people have never heard of this song but def check it out! it’s super good) She really liked P!ATD, even though Brandon Urine had collabed with stupid taylor swift. 

Sarah Lynn realized she had fallen asleep on the plane, and they were now landing in London. She pulled her golden blonde hair into a messy bun and pulled down her baggy t-shirt and walked off the plane with her backpack. Her aunt had texted her that she would pick her up at the airport, but Sarah Lynn had just now realized her aunt’s appearance was a total mystery to her. She walked off the plane and into the airport, where she began to read the names on signs- John, Craig, Angie, Bob, Robert, Bobby, Bob, until she saw a sign that made her freeze. It was a pink, glittery sign, with hello kitty and my little ponies on it. Even more terrifying was what it read. Sarah Lynn. THIS was her aunt? Sarah Lynn looked up to see a bleach blonde, lip-gloss wearing, stanley-cup-having woman. “Hi sweetie! I’m your aunt Jessica!” Sarah Lynn was terrified. Who was this woman? How was she even related to Sarah Lynn’s beautiful mother(who died when she was a baby)

“Hi Aunt Jessica?” Sarah Lynn grimaced. 

“C’mon sweetie! Let’s get to Kings Cross!”

So the pair climbed in to Aunt Jessica’s cramped and cluttered mini, which Aunt Jessica wasn’t an adept driver of, and drove to King’s Cross, where Sarah Lynn climbed out of the car, thanked Aunt Jessica, and walked off to platform 9 and ¾. When Lynn got on the train an old man with black hair stopped her. 

“Are you Sarah Lynn Clampitt?” he asked. 

“Yes” I said.

“Well, you’re new, so you have to go to the transfer student cabin!” he yelled, pulling Sarah Lynn by her arm to the back of the train into a cell-like chamber filled with moldy bread. 

“No! Help!” Sarah Lynn screamed, banging on the door, but to no avail. Eventually she fell asleep in the cold cell, and when she woke up… she was at Hogwarts!

She was ushered inside, where she was led up to the sorting ceremony with the first years. Wow she thought. Cool. When she was pushed up onto the stage, everyone looked at her confused- she was fifteen, not eleven! Sarah Lynn blushed, before going “Erm- awko taco!” and then everyone laughed and clapped. Dumbedore put the hat on Sarah Lynn’s hat and it didnt even hesitate, just yelled GRIFFYNDOR!! so Sarah Lynn went to sit at the Gryffindor table. 

She sat next to a girl with curly hair, a ginger boy, and a boy with glasses. “Hi! I’m Sarah Lynn Clampitt. Can I sit here?”

“Of course!” The curly haired girl said. “My name is Hermione Grager, and these are Ron Weasley and Harry Potter.”

“Nice to meet you” Harry said “Where are you from?”

“Im from Ilvermony in New York. But then my dad died, and my mom died when I was a baby.”

“Im so sorry” Ron said. 

“It's ok. I’m just happy to be here!” Sarah responded

“You seem really cool for a girl. Girls are so much drama.” Hemione vocated.

“Oh my god you too! I hate Taylor Swift.”

“I hate her too. I hate her I hate her I hate her. What type of music do you like?” 

“I love Panic! at the Disco and Paramore- you’ve probably never heard of them.”

“I’ve never heard of them ever!” Ron said gingerly

“They’re super good. I love Brandon Urine, even though he made a song with stupid taylor.”

The group all ewwed in unison. Just then a boy in a Charli XCX shirt sat down by Harry. Harry exclaimed “Hi Neville!”

“Hey ddady!” Neville remarked svltrily. “Snatch my wig and i oop lets roide lavender lamborgini roll up in a blue bikini- whos the new girl??”

“That’s Lynn. She’s cool.” Harry dictated. “She’s from America.”

“Oh America the land of Beyonce werk slay queen girlboss!!” Neville announced. “That’s so mother of you.”

“I hate Beyonce. She’s basic.” Sarah Lynn remarked. “You seem cool though.”

“Oh Em Gee, how can you sin upon mother girlboss? That’s so not cool I T G I R L U know I am that girl of you!” Neville sobbed.

“He’s a little sensitive.” Hermoine remarked as Neville ran of sobbing. “But he’s cool sometimes.”

“Huh.” Sarah intoned, before Dumbledore started talking. “Welcome students? My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am the headmaster of this school. This year, we’ve welcomed dementors and also fortune-telling because Voldemort is on the rise. Anyway, enjoy the feast!” dumbledore exclaimed as delicious food appeared before everyone- it looked like everyone got to eat their favorite food! Sarah gasped as chicken nuggets magically appeared before her. Sarah Lynn loved chicken nuggets.

“Oh my god I love chicken nuggets. Oh my god.” Sarah Lynn cried.

“Me too girl!” Hermine attributed.

“I’d be late to my wedding and just run in like SORRY I WAS GETTING CHICKIE NUGGIES!” Sarah quipped.

Sarah Lynn and Herione cheersed each other with their chicken nuggets, looking out on the other girls eating their salads and protein shakes, rolling their eyes. Stupid iceberg lettuce and croutons. Sarah Lynn felt very happy, like she’d finally found her place. A girl who was also not like other girls. Two new boys she could be one of. She was excited to learn the in and out of Hogwarts- and then she saw him. 

[team7-headquarter]

It would've been really, really funny if Shippuden had a trans character happen without mentioning anything, you're so right about that!

Which character do you think would be the best choice? Mine would've been….. Kabuto, maybe? He just has the range for it I think and saying Orochimaru feels too cheaty lol! Like, why can't we have another villainous female scientist like Karin y'know? I feel if that did happen we'd get to see more than one interaction between the two, at the very least.

Second choice would be Itachi, because like Kabuto, he'd be a prime candidate for World's Worst Eldest Daughter Syndrome™.

Honestly any option can be super funny, imagine you reach the time skip and everything is the same with Rock Lee except she got eyelashes and she/her pronouns and that's like all that changes. Even the crush on Sakura stays the same.

Gai would be the most supportive adoptive dad of a trans kid like you know he'd give entire speeches about Rock Lee blooming or The Power of Youth.

I agree with Kabuto and Itachi, because it would be hilarious yet so angsty. It'd add extra flavor to Itachi's many issues as an Uchiha heir and it'd be totally expected from a disciple of Orochimaru, in Kabuto's case.

If we're talking about canon, then the best option is probably Naruto. He was so fond of his sexy jutsu, I think making him more visibly genderfluid would have been amazing. Totally horrendous in the sense that it implies Naruto figured out his gender identity while traveling with pervert Jiraiya but well, it makes sense if he changed changed on his journey.

Ino would have been cool too. Maybe he never had a crush on Sasuke, maybe it was all gender envy. It'd have been cool to explore because then Shikamaru would have to face the fact boys can act crazy too, it'd totally erase the "boys like girls better when they are skinny" argument and it'd give an extra twist to Ino's rivalry with Sakura. I'd prefer Ino's design to go back to the short hair era, so it wouldn't look too much like Deidara.

Tsunade would be interesting, but only if they revealed in Shippuden she was born a boy and that's why she constantly uses chakra to change her appearance. Listen, she's figuring out a way for top surgery and implants, medical ninjutsu is not quite there but she will find a way, okay?

Idk, I think there's a million ways to play it out with almost any character... I kinda can't decide on a "best option" dkjekdjfjfnfn

[kathrynalicemc]

HP WW1 Era Profile

IDENTITY

Name: Anthony Vallen

Nicknames: Andy

Pronouns: He/They

Birth Date: 1892

Species: Human

Blood Status: Muggleborn

Sexuality: Gay

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: British

Residence: The Vallen Estate (location tbd) and Oxford, England (university)

Languages: English, Latin, French, some German during the war

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: Michael Sheen

Height: 5’10”

Physique: Thin

Eye Color: Blue/green

Hair Color: Brown

Hair style: Short and curly a bit

Scars: Maybe some misc ones from magic curses/hexes from weapons

Clothing: Academia style with a hint of feminine tones. Sometimes wears makeup for parties.

Tattoos: None

HOGWARTS

House: Ravenclaw

Wand: Vine wood, Phoenix Feather

“I have been intrigued to notice that their owners are nearly always those witches or wizards who seek a greater purpose, who have a vision beyond the ordinary and who frequently astound those who think they know them best. Vine wands seem strongly attracted by personalities with hidden depths, and I have found them more sensitive than any other when it comes to instantly detecting a prospective match.”

Best Classes: Almost every other class

Worst Classes: Care of magical creatures, Divination, Herbology

Boggart Form: Losing his intellect (Before the war), Seeing visions of his sister dying and his team being killed by horrible magical weapons and their faces burning and melting (During and after the war)

Amortentia: Parchment, blackboard chalk, wine, cosmetic powder, fancy perfume, ink, cigarette smoke

Patronus: Victoria Crowned Pigeon

Animagus: None

Patronus Memory: Getting his hogwarts letter and discovering he was a wizard

Dementor worst memory: Same as boggart about seeing his team dying (after the war)

Mirror of Erised: Nothing (before the war), after the war tbd

CAREER

11-18: Hogwarts Student

18-20: Bachelor's degree at Oxford (muggle & magical studies) His intellect makes him finish it in half the time it takes

20-22: Masters degree

22-26: Civilian Magical Scientist for WW1 (Experimenting with and disarming magical weapons of war)

26-30: Doctorate/PhD degree

30-47: Muggle teacher for kids/teens in small English town

47-52: Muggle teacher & smuggler of refugees (helps people get out of war areas (WW2) and makes sure kids still get education safely)

53+: Retired? Might still work for a few more years tbd

RELATIONSHIPS

Lettie & Ellis Vallen - Rich muggle parents of Andy and Jo who often throw big social parties. They hold their children to high standards and are proud of themselves for having two children gifted in both academic and magical pursuits. FCs: Frances Fisher & father is coming soon.

Joanna Vallen - Andy’s older sister who is just as gifted as him. They are very close and are separated for the first time during the First War. She is also hired for the war efforts as a spy. She goes undercover as a German civilian who is a rising star as a singer. Her profile is coming soon! FC: Kate Winslet

Love Interest - WIP coming soon!

Best Friends - Besides his sister he doesn’t really have any truly close best friends. Either he doesn’t let people in because he can be a bit egotistical and think they aren’t good enough or that other people meet him and don’t like how he comes across. This changes after the war and when he grows up more.

Friends - Alexej Kavinsky @potionboy3, Lunas Avery @cursed-herbalist, Ares Gaunt @gaygryffindorgal, and Kit Enfield (potionboy3), and more coming soon!

WW1 Oxford Team

*More Team members coming soon! It is also OPEN for anyone who wants to make one!*

Professor Alecai Kainen - He is Andy’s favorite professor at Oxford who teaches the secret wizard students. He is hired when the war starts to lead a team to experiment with magical weapons created by TOWER (@savetheundoneyears) so they can learn to disarm them and make cures for any curses or hexes or effects. He refuses the suggestions of some of the most brilliant minds of the wizard world and instead insists on hiring his students for his team. He does it so they can gain experience, however he starts to regret it later when the dangerous work starts to take his students lives. He always tries to put himself first and protect the students. He does eventually die doing so. FC: Martin Short

Audry Kainen - She is the daughter of Alecai and is one of the first women students to attend Oxford lectures without chaperones when the rule is lifted in 1914. She strives to be more than just Professor Kainen’s daughter and tries to prove that she belongs and that she didn’t get there simply by being his daughter. She does love him though and he is very proud of everything she does. He knows she is capable on her own without him. Audry and Andy have a friendship that starts out rocky (as you do when two powerful intelligent people think they are both right) but they end up great friends. She reminds Andy of his sister and she also likes that he isn’t one of the many guys who wants to sleep with her or doubts her because she’s a woman. FC: Jessica Biel

PERSONALITY

Child: Growing up he was afforded a lot of luxury as the Vallens had a lot of money. He also would follow his sister around everywhere and loved when they would play. He was also curious about everything and was given the best tutors and he quickly displayed natural intellect and was gifted like his sister. Once his sister discovered her magic and got her letter, he also wanted to explore magic and soon after he got his own letter. This catapulted his confidence as he knew it was rare for two magical children to come from muggles.

Teenage: During Hogwarts, his success in his studies built his ego even further. He was proud of himself, his intelligence, his family, and magic. He also started to experiment with his appearance as he started adopting a more feminine look. Wherever his sister would go, he wouldn’t be far behind. They became really close as their parents expected them to attend all the fancy rich parties they threw at their estate. They would stick together and gossip and whisper about all the guests as they giggled and joked about people.

Early Adulthood: Andy followed his sister to Oxford University after they graduated Hogwarts. They both were hungry to learn more and soon discovered Oxford University home to both a muggle and secret wizard population. They had the best of both worlds to study. Andy started to feel lonely and sad as he was naive and egotistical and did not talk to anyone. He thought they weren’t like him enough to be worth getting to know them. He did not really mean for it to be rude, but he just didn’t think about it. Once the First World War breaks out, he starts to grow up a bit more and learns to separate himself from his rich and gifted upbringing and he gains friendships in the team founded by his wizard Professor that experiments with magical weapons and whose goal is to disarm and find cures for them. He ends up watching half of his team die horrible deaths in accidents with the weapons.

Late Adulthood: After the first war, Andy finishes his studies. Instead of becoming a professor at Oxford or Hogwarts (he’s offered many jobs from both), he decides to try to help the less fortunate receive education. He moves to a small country town and teaches classic literature to muggles. He tries to escape the wizard world a bit because of his experience with dangerous magic and may have PTSD. When the Second World War starts, he is offered a job again from the wizard world which he immediately turns down. He no longer has the ego and ambition to be a hero. Instead, he keeps teaching and also protects his students. He would also shelter and help refugees escape while making sure children still receive safe education and not be forced to fight.

ATTITUDE

Most at Ease When: Reading classic literature, hanging out with his sister at parties, using his brain

Stressed When: Having to have small talk with people he doesn’t like, being apart from his sister, being lonely

Priorities: Proving his worth and intellect, his friendship with his sister, achieving high academic degrees, keeping his students safe and educating them (later in life)

Strengths: Intellectual, loyal, innocent, secret kind heart, unapologetic for who he is, who he loves, or how he dresses

Weaknesses: Naive, egotistical, too proud to ask for help, drives people away and becomes lonely, sheltered, spoiled

FAVORITES

Color: Red lipstick, gold, neutral browns

Food: Roasted pig and a fancy feast

Drink: The most expensive fine bottle of wine or champagne

Weather: Rainy overcast day at the library

Book: He literally can’t pick but he does love classic literature and poetry

Hobbies: Reading, chess, spell invention, alchemy, horse riding