#What else do you want

[devine-fem]

The stuff that Jon says to Damian makes me feel like if someone said the same thing to me I’d very quickly and very dramatically fall in love with them instantly. Jonathan Kent, you as a bisexual man cannot be doing that.

[stiffyck]

Uh. Goodnight everyone. I’m not finishing this.

[toastedstencils]

just renew the damn show properly already

[thx-sunsxts-addrxss]

im so done and imma just get to the point

mom what the fuck do you want from me

and if I do that will you finally let me live or what

[sporkberries]

i think there is also a stage where denying a character is queer bc they dont say "HI IM GAY" is being a bit purposely obtuse. ocelots feelings for big boss as the series goes on i think are up to interpretation, i dont think the same for kaz.

even outside of date with kaz theres plenty of other official material written that says he had feelings for big boss. from the drama cd to paz saying hes infatuated with bb in gz.

wether or no bb reciprocated or not is a debate that can be had in good faith, kaz's end of things i think is less so.

[likeadevils]

every time a podcaster offhandedly mentions how superman is a jesus allegory i am left rocking back and forth muttering to myself about how superman was not originally intended to be a jesus allegory he's a moses allegory the similarities between superman and jesus's backstories are because jesus is also a moses allegory

[chao-s-gremlin]

[desertfangs]

Armand/Daniel 1632 words Daniel has unfortunately taught Armand how to play Scrabble. Yeah, he knows. He regrets it, too.

This is just a short little ficlet. I've started a document over on AO3 to put little ficlets and bits into. Stuff I'm dashing off and not overthinking, like this (and the Daylight Savings thing)! Full ficlet is under the cut here but you can go there to read it if you prefer.

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Daniel stared at the tile letters on his rack. He had too many vowels and the board in front of him was sparse with options. Armand sat across from him, with his elbows on the table, watching Daniel study the Scrabble board.

There was a N near a triple word score but all Daniel could do with it was spell ‘tan,’ and that wouldn’t quite hit the red tile for those extra points. 

“There should be a little hourglass with this game,” Armand said impatiently. Armand had been on a board game kick. Last week they’d played Boggle, which did have a timer, and he’d taken great pleasure in alerting Daniel every time the last grain of sand fell and his time was up. 

“Just let me think,” Daniel said.

“Thinking won’t change your tiles. You can use your turn to swap them out for new ones.” 

Daniel glared at him. Armand’s expression was impassive, intentionally blank, his red curls dancing around his pale face as he picked up the bag of tiles and shook it. 

“I’m not swapping my tiles,” Daniel insisted. He was determined to get some points this turn, even if it killed him. He studied the rest of the board. Armand set the tiles down. Daniel could feel his gaze on him, heavy and weighted. He ignored it.

He spotted an opportunity in the top corner of the board and used an existing H to place tiles and make the word “What.” 

“There, eleven points because of the double letter score on the A.” 

Armand stood, bending over the board and doing the math himself, as if he hadn’t already done it in his head, and as if Daniel might possibly be wrong. He sat back down and wrote the points on the notepad he was using to keep score. “Another four letter word. Here I thought you were well-read, Daniel.” 

“What does that have to do with anything? There’s an element of chance to this, you know.” Daniel rose up and leaned over the table to snatch the bag of tiles and replace the three he’d used. Once he set them on his rack, he pulled the box of cigarettes from the pocket of his shirt and slid one out. He barely had it lit when Armand set his tiles on the board, spelling the word “abound” with the n Daniel had been staring at, getting the triple word score. 

Again, he made a show of counting the points on his tiles—a double letter score on the “B” and the triple word score, giving him a total of 36 points. He grinned and wrote down the number, repeating it as he did.

Daniel sighed. He looked back at the board, which felt stacked against him, and his tiles weren’t helping. Why did the game have so many E tiles anyway? He tried to find a good place to score some decent points but the more he stared at the board and his letters, the more it felt like his options were only short words for too few points to ever catch up to Armand. 

 “Don’t you have a good vocabulary, Daniel?” Armand’s expression was completely sincere, as if it were an actual question. “Perhaps we should sign you up for some classes.” 

Daniel took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “What kind of classes would those even be? They don’t teach Scrabble in night school.”

Armand lifted his chin. “Perhaps they should.” 

“You’re unbelievable,” Daniel muttered, ashing his cigarette in the ashtray they’d pilfered from a neighborhood bar after Daniel’s old one broke when they accidentally knocked it off the coffee table during a passionate make out session on the couch. 

Remembering that lowered his hackles a little and he glanced up at Armand, who was looking at the board, probably planning his next diabolic move. His expression was unguarded, his auburn hair falling into one of his eyes. He swept the hair back in a casual gesture, parting his lips slightly as he looked over the board, just a hint of tongue touching his top lip. He looked so much like any other young man absorbed in a game that it made Daniel’s heart swell. 

Armand froze and then met Daniel’s eyes, his own gaze intense and full of desire. Daniel immediately thought about all the other things they could be doing, rather than arguing over a board game. His mouth went slack as he thought about how fast he could get Armand’s clothes off—a collared shirt and khakis, easy enough, and easier still if he didn’t care about keeping the buttons in tact. 

“You’re getting ash on the board,” Armand said, standing to dust off the ash that had landed on it from Daniel’s cigarette, which was now more ash than solid. Armand pulled it from his mouth and ground it out in the ashtray. 

“Why the hell are you so cranky?” Daniel demanded. “You’re winning by a gazillion points.” 

“Yes, and you have little chance of catching up.” 

Frustration bubbled up as he looked at the board and his own paltry titles. Armand was right. Barring some real luck, he was going to lose. There weren’t that many tiles left and even fewer spaces on the board, and he was stuck with an R, too many E’s and very few good places to play a word.

“Why don’t we call this one for you? I give up.” 

Armand frowned. “You can’t quit.” 

Daniel huffed. “You just said I don’t have a prayer of winning.” 

Armand considered, looking from the board to Daniel and back again. “Fine. We’ll start over.” 

Daniel groaned. That was already their third game tonight and he could feel a headache forming behind his eyes from staring at the little tile letters. 

Armand swept the tiles from the board into the tile bag and then held out a hand. Daniel obediently gathered the tiles from his rack and put them in Armand’s outstretched palm. Armand shook the tile bag, mixing them around, and then held it out to him.  

Daniel didn’t take it. “How about we take a break?” 

Armand’s expression remained impassive but he turned slowly to look at the clock on the wall. It was past two in the morning. They’d been playing for hours. “And do what?” 

“I don’t know. Go for a walk. Fool around on the couch.” Throw the Scrabble board off the fire escape and pretend I never walked into the game section of a toy store with you on my heels and asked, ‘Hey, have you ever played a board game?’ 

He didn’t say the last part out loud but he was sure Armand caught it in his thoughts.

Armand set the tile bag down. “You’re still upset that ‘groovin’ is not a real word.” 

“It’s slang, it should count, even without the g.” That had been their first game of the night, and Daniel had been pretty proud of that one until Armand argued it down and he had to take it off the board. “Look, it’s not about winning or losing. Games like this are fun but they’re not meant to be marathons. You play them on occasion and then put on the shelf for a while.” 

Armand tapped his fingers on the table, his rings catching the light. His expression was still blank but Daniel could see the wheels turning behind his eyes. 

Daniel stood and pulled the Scrabble box from the kitchen counter. He folded up the board and gathered the pieces together, putting it all back in the box. He set it on the shelf with Boggle and their as-of-yet-unplayed copy of Monopoly. 

“Come on, let’s go for a walk. I think the pizza place over on Front Street is still serving slices.” Daniel had had nothing but coffee, cigarettes, and a few bites of left over fried rice that was in the fridge, since he hadn’t gotten a chance to leave the apartment. Armand had been determined to start Scrabble as soon as he could get Daniel out of bed. 

Daniel went to the door. Armand’s chair scrapped against the floor and a second later, he was in the entryway, too. Daniel pulled on his coat and Armand did the same, wrapping a blue knit scarf around his own neck before handing Daniel a gray one.

He reached for the door handle and Armand stopped him. He put his hand on Daniel’s cheek and smoothed his skin. Then he kissed him. His lips were soft against Daniel’s, which were a little chapped from him chewing on them. Armand’s tongue slid into mouth, still a little warm from whatever blood he’d drank earlier in the evening. Daniel melted into him, the world vanishing around them until nothing was left but their mouths moving together

Daniel’s arms wound around him and pulled him close, kissing him harder. He thought maybe they wouldn’t make it out the door after all. But then Armand pulled away, leaving Daniel breathless.

“What was that for?” he asked, panting.

“It was a kiss, Daniel,” Armand said, and opened the door. 

Daniel rolled his eyes but followed him out into the hall and down the stairs to the street. Armand hooked his arm through his and they walked down the block. 

“Tomorrow night, you can teach me Monopoly,” Armand said. 

Daniel looked over at him. The streetlights glinted off his pale face and he looked like he was deep in thought, maybe wondering what a game called Monopoly could possibly entail. It wasn’t as exciting sounding as Boggle.

“Yeah, okay, but I get to be the banker,” Daniel said. 

His eyes went wide and excitement danced over his expression. “There’s a banker?” 

Daniel laughed. “Trust me, you’re going to love it.” 

______ [AO3]

[goldenhypen]

jake i’m already on my knees, you already own my entire heart, i talk to my friends and family about you every day,, WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT FROM ME?? 😭

[lostmidnightwriter]

Folgrim @ rats:

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

[domorebemore]

i read multiple letterboxd reviews of cabaret from people being like “idk i expected to like this a lot more than i did. i didn’t care about anything that happened outside of the kit kat klub everything else was boring :\” like do u hear yourself. wow. really makes you fucking think. sounds familiar. :thinking:

[dr11ft]

chicana miku 🤎

[zanmor]

We are well beyond canary in the coalmine warning levels with the way trans people and particularly trans women are treated on this site.

Maybe you've heard the metaphor of allowing wolves and sheep to share the same space, welcoming everyone. You end up with just wolves because allowing them in that space makes it unsafe for any sheep. Or the story about how a nazi goes into a dive bar and is refused service. The bartender then explains to someone else at the bar that if you serve them once they tell their friends and before you know it you're the nazi bar they all go to and normal customers don't feel safe.

Terfs and other bigots are seeing these targeted harassment campaigns succeed against trans women and rejoicing. They see Tumblr ban them and officially stand by those decisions as endorsement for their harassment. It's a sign to bigots across the internet that Tumblr is a good place for them.

And what's more is that a lot of us probably don't realize just how much trans women contribute to Tumblr. The women banned recently were sources of site-wide memes and posts I wasn't even aware originated from them.any years old memes and references can be traced back to trans women on this site.

How many of these folks have to be removed before this is no longer a site you want to be a part of it? Sure you cultivate your own experience, but you can't follow or interact with people who aren't here. And if I wanted to interact with the nazis and terfs I'd go to reddit.

I encourage everyone to reblog this. Trans women shouldn't have to be the only ones speaking out against the bigotry they're experiencing. They shouldn't be the only ones risking their blogs being nuked by staff. We have to stand with them.

[mynnthia]

was talking with a friend about how some of dunmeshi fаndom misunderstands kabru's initial feelings towards laios.

to sum up kabru's situation via a self-contained modernized metaphor:

kabru is like a guy who lost his entire family in a highly traumatic car accident. years later he joins a discord server and takes note of laios, another server member who seems interesting, so they start chatting. then laios reveals his special interest and favorite movie of all time is David Cronenberg's Crash (1996), and invites kabru to go watch a demolition derby with him

[hastalavistabyebye]

The person who invented music, they're the one. pack up your gods, they're the real shit.