#and his fucking nailpolish

[kanouseis]

when your inner demon is just a little bit e-boy

(song: mr. showtime by wonderlandsxshowtime

[frnkiebby]

jesus fucking christ~🎃

[autism-corner]

WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU PUT A CLEAR NAILPOLISH TOP COAT IN A BLACK FUCKING BOTTLE. WHAT.

[madeforstarker]

cw: service top!Tony, power bottom!Peter, cockwarming, nail painting, cock ring, anal sex, daddy kink, edging | inspired by an impromptu prompt from @papermachestarker ♡

"Daddy, don't move," Peter says in a modulated tone, eyes fixated on his nails, his right palm flat against Tony's chest as he paints them in a deep cherry red color that made his pale fingers even look paler.

Tony grunts beneath him, "but— baby— come on, you feel so fucking good around me—" the older man hissed out, his cock throbbing inside Peter, his thigh muscles flexed, fighting the urge to thrust in and out of the younger's slick, tight, and pliant hole.

Peter hums, his own little cock twitching against Tony's abs, "I know, daddy, but let me finish my nails first okay?" He says sweetly, "just be a good daddy for me, enjoy my tight warm boy pussy around your fat cock."

The older man groans, digging the back of his head against the pillow, "baby— please, just– I'll paint your nails later, just– let me fuck you, please—"

"Daddy, you promised me you'd be patient," Peter says in a disappointed tone, deliberately tightening his walls around Tony's cock. Tony's eyes widened at his tone, the older man gasping at the sensation, "fuck— yeah— shit, s-sorry baby–"

Peter pouts, reaching for the fob on the pillow by Tony's head, "no, it doesn't look like you're sorry daddy," he says in a faux sad tone, Tony catches a glimpse of the fob and the man's breath hitches, "baby, no— fuck— no,"

"Daddy has to be good for his baby, and daddy promised me he'd be patient as I cockwarm him while I pain my nails, but—" Peter taps out the fob and Tony lets out a guttural moan as the cock ring at the base of his cock vibrates at its maximum setting, "fuck— kid— I'm going to cum," the older man whimpers out, his hips stuttering, making his cock slide in and out of Peter's wet hole in shallow thrusts.

"But you can't cum until I finish my nails first, daddy, and I still have—" Peter looks at his nails, counting the unpainted ones, "three more, do you think you can be a good daddy and be patient for me?"

Tony whimpers, closing his eyes tight as his fingers dig painfully on Peter's hips, making the younger man's cock quiver in arousal, "yeah—" the older man manages to gasp out, "yeah, okay, three more nails," he hissed out.

Peter hums, opening his nail polish again, slowly rolling his hips, basking in the sounds he can pull out from the world's most powerful man, he paints his final nail slowly, with precision before he caps the nailpolish and sets it aside, "now, daddy, that wasn't so hard was it?" He asks his long term boyfriend who still had his teeth clenched, his usually bright hazel eyes were now pitch brown, heavily dilated and dazed.

"Yeah—" Tony gasps out when Peter starts to roll his hips faster, the older man's moans were low and deep as Peter begins taking— bouncing on Tony's cock like a pro, his own cock slapping against the older man's abs.

"Oh fuck— daddy– you feel so good inside me—" Peter mewls out wantonly, his orgasm already tipping, as the head of Tony's cock pistons against his prostate.

"God– yes– fuck, okay— take what you need baby, take it, fuck—" Tony babbles out incoherently, meeting Peter's movements as he plants his soles on the mattress to give more pleasure to Peter.

Peter whines, he could feel the coil in his belly starting to unfurl, he reaches for the man's cockring, retracting from his cock, making Tony's eyes widen, "fuck— Peter—"

"Come on, daddy— cum for me, cum for baby, daddy—" Peter whimpers against Tony's lips as he feels his own orgasm crash through his body, his cock squirting in between their bodies.

Tony lets out a choked moan at the order as he holds Peter's hips tightly in place before he gave three deep thrusts until he buries his cock deep inside Peter, the man's cock throbbing and unloading copious amounts of cum inside the younger man's boy pussy.

Peter hums sated as Tony falls boneless on the mattress, holding Peter tight and close, as if Tony's scared that he might disappear.

"Such a good daddy for me," Peter praises, coos at the older man as he pressed soft kisses on Tony's stubbled jaw. Tony only hums in response.

Hm, who knew painting nails could be this fun?

[rustbeltjessie]

To what purpose, April, do you return again? (or: finally, a pinned post for April)

Hi all. I'm Jessie Lynn McMains, aka Rust Belt Jessie. I'm an Xennial/Elder Millenial (please don't call me a Geriatric Millenial, thank you) writer/artist/zine-maker/etc. (I wear many hats.) I'm queer and nonbinary/genderfluid, and as far as pronouns go, I’m okay with any human pronoun (they and she are my most-used, but I like he, too, and I especially like it when people switch up the pronouns they use for me). I’m disabled and neurodivergent.

I live with my partner and our two kiddos, both of whom are also neurodivergent, and right now I’m supporting all of us on whatever money I earn. I do freelance copywriting and editing as my main thing, but I also make a decent chunk of my income from selling my zines and books and pins and whatever else I make, so the more I sell, the better able I am to pay bills and take care of my family.

Through my Ko-fi, you can buy my zines and books (I have both poetry and prose available) and pins, as well as commission me to make you a music-inspired mini-collage or hire me to edit your own writing. Or also just throw me a few bucks if you appreciate the content I make available for free.

If you live outside the US (I can only ship within the US via Ko-fi, because setting up shipping for multiple countries is a pain the butt), or just prefer to purchase something or donate via a different platform, I also have PayPal and Venmo (@ JessieLynnMcMains).

I also have a Substack newsletter. I try to send something out at least once a month. Sometimes it's a longer piece about music and nostalgia (I recently started a series called These Fucking Songs, for just that purpose), sometimes it's just updates on what I'm up to, sometimes it's something else. I'm currently working on one about poetry, and my writing process, and revision.

As if that weren't enough, this month I'm doing a 30/30 on the Tupelo Press site, which not only means I have to write a poem every day to be posted the next day, but I am also fundraising for Tupelo Press. My goal is to raise $350 by the end of the month. You can follow along with my daily poems here (the newest is always at the top; scroll down to read previous days), and the fundraising page is here. (I'm also offering some cool incentives for people who donate; more info about all that is available on the fundraising page.)

I'm pro-trans, pro-vaccine, pro-sex worker, pro-abortion, pro-Black Lives Matter. I'm for harm reduction for any drug user or addict, meaning I want them to be able to use drugs as safely as possible, rather than forcing them into rehab or incarcerating them. I'm anti-censorship and anti-fascist. I believe everyone, everyone, should have a safe place to sleep and enough to eat without having to earn it. I consider myself an anarcho-socialist, basically, but I do vote. I'm telling you all that because if you are vehemently against any of those things, we'll probably not get along.

I'm a forever-goth/punk who loves all kinds of music. (Things on heavy rotation for me as I write this are: The Replacements, Einstürzende Neubauten, and Oliver Nelson.) I'm femme but I'm a disaster femme; when I use nailpolish it's always sloppy and/or chipped, when I wear eyeliner it's always crooked and/or smeared, and I am incapable of not ripping a hole or two in every pair of tights and stockings I own. I love art and film and theater and literature and music. I'm a Shakespeare stan, I love growing my own vegetables, I collect souvenir pennies and stick and poke tattoos. I'm always a slut in theory, even when not always in practice. I'm perpetually nostalgic, melancholy, and restless. I spend all my free time posting pictures of myself on the internet and trying to prove I'm punk to anyone that'll listen.

Want more Jessie content? There's my website (still under construction, but it exists). Or you could try searching the my writing, my art, Jessie Lynn McMains, or Rust Belt Jessie tags on this blog. I also have a side blog, where I tend to post more frequently than I do on this blog. If you ask nice, I'll probably give you the URL.

On that note, my DMs and asks are open, and, as of right now, anon is on.

I think that's it! As always, whether you can send any $$ my way (or to my fundraiser) currently or not, keeping this post circulating helps. Thanks much. 🖤

[bramblepurr]

🌸🌧️ finally the finished comic for my uni project!! i’m so very proud of this :] thank u to everyone that took/spread my survey for this!! mwah mwah mwah!!! love evie and love every trans woman before its too late!!

id below cut/in alt text!! bc it’s very long!

[ID: A digital comic featuring lyrics from the song fake violins by casio dad. The comic is in shades of white and purple, getting progressively more pink. The two characters are elves named evie and cosmo. evie is transfem, has medium-length curly hair, and has a freckles with some hair on her face. cosmo is a fat transmasc and has curly long hair with light streaks in it, as well as facial hair.

Panel 1: A nailpolish brush lifts out from a container reading “True Black Nail Polish,” the hand and rest of the person hidden.

Panel 2: Two hands pull on dark thigh-high socks, the rest of the person hidden.

Panel 3: A face looking into its reflection, only the lower half of the face.

Panel 4:  evie stands, wearing dark high-rise socks, a dark skirt, and a white t-shirt, and black nailpolish. She’s the person featured in the first few panels. She smiles, looking forward. A computer in the background has a search term for transfem, with the article “I Am A Transwoman. I Am In The Closet. I Am Not Coming Out.” visible. Lyrics in the background read “She never broke any windows A love like starving and waiting and fake violins Bowed their song through the air ducts fistfulls of anticonvulsants stuck in her throat.”

Panel 5: evie looks directly forward, at the viewer, looking upset. Lyrics in the background read “She gave her all that she could do picked up a hairpin and bent it to make a ring”

Panel 6: evie looks forward, in a dark sweater, while cosmo smiles at her from behind, wearing a dark t-shirt.

Panel 7: A white heart in a purple circle has the words “she her.” Lyrics in the background read “Gave her all that she had to She tried the door, it wouldn’t open”

Panel 8: cosmo, wearing a white t-shirt, stretches with his hands behind his back. evie wears a sweater and overalls, and looks nervous, sitting to the side.

Panel 9: cosmo sealing the ends of a ribbon with a lighter

Panel 10: Cosmo reaches out to evie, his hands with black nailpolish as well, and smiles softly.

Panel 11: Evie looks down, slightly surprised, noticing a tied up ribbon bow on her overalls that cosmo put there.

Panel 12: White lily of the valley flowers sit delicately in a bottle with the text reading “Estradiol Injection”.  Lyrics in the background reads “So let’s start again together I’ll run away forever You know I can’t help coming back to you Break all our friends who ever loved us and made life better” 

Panel 13: evie sits on a bed, smiling and looking at the viewer. she wears a bralette, a skirt, and light high-rise socks. Lyrics in the background read “Fuck them, they don’t have any clue!” end ID]

[saoirseirose]

Does he feel bonita? (R.S)

contents: what happens when your grumpy boyfriend comes home from work? rambling about his nails?

or

giving sukuna a much-needed-manicure

kinda ooc sukuna

masterlist

"fuckin' assholes" ryomen's hiss was heard throughout your shared apartment, you can only think of what or who pissed him off today— the very very rude lady across the street? traffic? his boss? the white-haired neighbor across the hall? the list goes on, yet you assumed wrong.

"what happened?" you softly cooed from the couch, your legs folded as a pillow rested between your thighs, ryomen's footsteps resonated closer, his eyes fixated on his fingers as he spoke.

"those fuckin' oldies made me erase my nailpolish" ryomen spats harshly, as if it was your fault—but it wasn't, obviously. "again" he adds, eyes darting to look at you as he shows his messed up fingernails—dried hints of black chapped into the surface, his thumb barely erased as you can still see the color of the nail-polish he neatly put on for thirty minutes and patiently dried it infront of the fan in the livingroom.

you knew ryomen, he likes putting all his effort into things. whether it's for his job, your relationship, small dates, and especially his nails—he took a particular liking in painting his nail beds, he claims it adds more effect and makes him more intimidating. intimidating as whoever dares to ask him why he's painting his nails like girls ends up with either a black-eye or a missing tooth. surprisingly, ryomen finds it offensive whenever things are expected to have gender labels.

"again?" you let out a dramatic gasp to support your boyfriend and his soon-to-be-protest-infront-of-his-workplace. you cooed him to get closer to you, he complies and sits beside you in the couch, a scowl still on his face as you grabbed his right arm.

you subtly grimaced, spotting the faded black ink in his skin—the tattoo lighter and covered with what you assumed was your foundation as you found the container tossed into the trashcan earlier, you made a mental note to scold him after you're done comforting him.

ryomen's job was strict—strict about tattoos, piercings, nail polish, and different aspects used for women that can't be seen in men because it's viewed as "scandalous" and immoral. you're surprised ryomen's still in the job as he's known for his short temper and lack of patience—atleast towards the things he doesn't see interesting

"my poor baby" you pouted, pinching his cheek and making ryomen glare at you from the side of his eyes, you ignored it ofcourse and continued to baby him

"stop"

"don't wanna"

"you're impossible"

you laughed at that, looking at his nails again before scurrying off to grab the nail kit he keeps upstairs in your bedroom, not waiting for any of ryomen's protests.

once you got back into the living room, you spot ryomen sending daggers into his ruined nails. you stifled a laugh and plopped back down beside him, grabbing his right hand wordlessly as you maneuvered your hand into the plastic kit to grab a nail polish.

"you're supposed to use a clear polish first" ryomen comments, staring at you as he placed his face into his knuckles, eyes staring intently at you.

you rolled your eyes, following his instructions. you grabbed the said clear nail polish—opening it before spreading the clear substance into his pinky first—then his forefinger.

you were focused, pink tongue peeking through the side of your lips as you worked into ryomen's nails, determined to replicate his ruined handy work

"asshole" you murmured when you see ryomen's middle finger lifted, a grin on his face, followed by his eyebrows cocking up

"why? 'm just makin' your job way easier" sarcasm dripped in his mouth easily, like it's his second nature. his smugness still in-tact.

you ignored his remarks, finishing his right hand. you grabbed his left hand forcefully—yanking him towards you. he cursed, spatting a few coherent "fucks" "shits" on the side as he struggled to pry himself off your grasp.

"damn, you should be a wrestler with that strength" ryomen scoffs, grimacing as you used your leg to pin him down—your legs over his as you pressed your weight down, successfully keeping him in place while you finished the base coat for his nails.

"let's go with pink"

"fuck no"

"why? thought things shouldn't have gender, what happened to 'fuck what other people say'?"

"try, and watch how i'll snap your neck, smart-mouth"

"kinky"

[mynameisnotthepoint]

Ossan no pantsu EP 6

Disclaimer: I had already watched this drama with subs that were mostly machine translated, so this is less of a first time reaction and more of an "i finally have the whole picture now". This will contain spoilers, so be warned!

As always: thank you to @isaksbestpillow for continuing to provide us with excellent subs to this drama!!

Quotes

"They tried to look like they were having a blast. But I don't think they did it for you. Daichi-san did it for Madoka-san, Madoka-san did it for Daichi-san." (Moe to Makoto, translation by isaksbestpillow)

"You finish university, desperately look for a job and when you finally achieve your dream[,] your parents get ill and you have to take over the shop. You say you want to take the job since you got hired, so your parents say: 'The company doesn't expect anything from a mere woman.' It was that kind of time. However, now you can do what you like, so you must not stop looking for what you want to do. I only know my parents' shop and my part-time job, but I do housework. I like cooking and I am good at it. I don't like cleaning. Maintaining relationships with the neighbors is hard. Sorting waste is such a bother. But when I think it's a job that only takes three minutes, I feel pathetic for not being able to do it. We're a family but everyone has their own schedule, so I'm not saying we should eat dinner together every day. But when you take it for granted that you can come to the table whenever you feel like it, I don't like it." (Mika to Moe and Makoto, translation by isaksbestpillow)

My long jumbled thoughts/recap

Carlos is me after that first scene, which was basically a repetition of the last scene of episode 5.

Mika and Makoto are basically wearing the same colors (blue and orange) but in reverse, with Mika having much more blue on her than Makoto orange. This really reflects how considerate they are of each other at this point: Mika apologizes to her friend on behalf of her husband, while he isn't even helping with cleaning up after the party that he derailed. (Makoto's shirt has a little dog on it tho!!)

"I'm not interested in real-life romance," Moe says (translation by isaksbestpillow). She will draw the wildest fanart and wants her ship to be together forever, but she doesn't want that for herself. And yet she isn't repulsed by people in real-life being (cute) together. I love her so so much, she deserves the world. Also, I agree with @bengiyo's interpretation that she had this conversation with her dad in the upstairs hallway so Kakeru could hear it too.

I dislike this man with all my heart. He is despicable with how he treats his juniors, especially women. Also the way he talks about his wife *shudders*. He is the kind of person you want to write completely off, to ignore and yet you will always encounter them. And Shimura-san is so strong: she serves him, NOT because she is scared, but because she finds him so beneath her that he's not even worth arguing with. Makoto is more bumbling and likeable, but in the beginning he truly warranted the same treatment. I truly like how Furuike is used as a sort of mirror, or even a magnifying glass for Makoto: because of witnessing an even worse man in the same environment, does he realise truly how much he fucked up.

I love Kakeru's outfits, and this is one of my favourites. I also love that he isn't the only male person there! In old fashion cupcake, there were always ONLY women in the spaces the two mains visited, which is a tad unrealistic.

I also noticed he does wear different shades of nailpolish and his make-up and hairstyles differ too, although he does seem to have his preferences. It doesn't look professional, which is normal, he is still learning!

Mika is so proud of her lunchboxes. They look so so good. She is a part-timer and she takes pride in her work. This is contrasted immediately with Moe canceling her part-time job at the bookshop because of her period cramps (very valid!) but Moe frames it like it's OK because it's "just" a part-time job. She sees it as not as important/serious as a full-time job.

As an aside, it resonates so much with me, Moe thinking you have to endure the menstrual cramps once you start working full-time. It's what I thought too... and still I go to work, with the caveat that I also work part-time, and thus don't have to go in every single day.

Mika tries to give her daughter some advice, and see Mika's smile leave her eyes after Moe tells her that her advice is not really from experience (and thus a bit hollow). But Mika swallows the jab at her authority/respectability, and keeps on smiling. When she puts the food she happily cooked in front of Kakeru's door, and then knocks on Moe's door for dinner and Moe answers she'd rather not right now, you see her smile slowly slipping away. Anger and sadness replace it.

My heart breaks for her. She keeps this family together, told them she wanted to talk about something and sent a picture of food. She hints and hints at it "how is the chicken?", "It's delicious even when cold". And yet no-one picks up on it. Her hopes are on Moe, but Moe is in pain and too absorbed with her own problems - Mika doesn't even expect much of Makoto. Yet her husband talking about how Moe is a girl and can take it easy on the job hunt, finally cracks the tension that has been building up. I included her whole monologue in the quote section, because I felt like it was so poignant. This is a self-actualised woman, who wanted to work in publishing but had to go home to her parents. She had to give up on her dream, found a new thing she excels at, cooking. And yet, because she is a homemaker (as expected of her by society), her prowess in the kitchen goes unnoticed at home, while at work she is lauded with an award. The "I'm not saying we should eat dinner together every day. But when you take it for granted that you can come to the table whenever you feel like it, I don't like it" hit me so hard. She does so much and gets nothing in return. Dejected, she retreats to the room she shares with her oblivious husband, and watches videos of the idols she adores, getting lost in their world, where hard work gets rewarded.

The scene between Moe and Mika in the parents' room truly brought me to tears every time I watched it. I, like Moe, have probably said things that inadvertedly hurt my mother. I, like Moe, have also disregarded my mom's advice. Moe and Mika are the closest, so it feels earned that Moe is the one to deliver the praise. And finally, Mika's forced/barely there smile becomes more real again. That hug between them was WONDERFUL.

Makoto acknowledging the thing he left up to superstition - his repair of the tanuki statue curing his daughter - was actually solved through hard work and decision making from Mika. As @twig-tea pointed out, this makes her the hero of the story, not Makoto! It fucking hurts that Makoto only realises years later what his wife has endured and continues to endure for the sake of the family. Daichi said in EP 1 that Makoto's hobby was his family, for Mika the family is her work, her life work.

Makoto, Moe and Kakeru getting the tickets of Mika's favourite idol group for her is also what finally unites them and gets them to have dinner together. Her hesitation is heartbreaking, and will be in the next episode. But I love this first instance of the family being a unit in the series.

I agree 100%, Makoto. Daichi and Madoka are indeed precious. @bengiyo and @twig-tea have both written very good posts/thoughts about the scene Makoto has with Madoka and Daichi (I also really like the way twig-tea describes Carlos as an "almost [...] non-verbal narrator").

I know this post is already super long (these keep getting longer), but this episode truly made me think of my mom. She, in many ways, is just like Mika. She works part-time (80%), does and has done most of the house work as well as the cooking, keeps up with everyone's schedules etc. After watchin this episode for the first time, I talked about it with her. She also escapes, but she does into fantasy/sci-fi middle grade and YA novels, which have clear heroes and villains and also end happily, are a nice pace to read and have huge series she can get lost in. She has been reading e-books ever since I renewed her library card. I feel like I owe her so much and live at home, yet can't help her completely because she has her set ways of doing things and I can't always just disrupt them. But I do side-eye my stepfather for not helping out more, too. Having a full-time job does not give you the power to just do the odd jobs around the house that you wish to do.

[unclewaynemunson]

( 🥐 anon )

hiii ! how are youu? :D

i have a little funny thing for ya;

drunk steddie arguing about who is gayer that who while robin drives them back from a party.

yaaayy thank you for this fun prompt! I'm sorry it took me a while to get to it, but i hope you like a very annoying drunk steddie and a sober robin who unfortunately has to deal with that :)

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'This is fucking scary,' Steve whispers into Eddie's ear – but drunk Steve whispers at a volume that's somehow way louder than his regular voice.

'Do you not trust my driving skills, Steven?' Robin asks, shooting Steve a glance through the rearview mirror; he and Eddie are a chaotic tangle of limbs on the backseat, their hands on each other's legs and Eddie's head resting against Steve's shoulder, his wild curls hiding half of Steve's face from view. She got her license only two weeks ago, but she's actually pretty confident in her driving skills. Steve's the one who taught her, after all.

'Course he doesn't,' Eddie answers for him. 'You're gay. Gays can't drive. 'S common knowledge.'

'Hey!' Steve exclaims. 'I'm gay, too, and I can drive very well!'

'Guess you're not gay enough, then,' Eddie offers.

Steve gasps as if Eddie has offended him right to his bones.

'I am gay!' he shouts out. 'And you know it, baby.'

Robin flashes another quick glance in the rearview mirror to see how Steve leans even closer into Eddie's space, lips dramatically pouting forward, making a grossly exaggerated kissing sound.

'Nope!' she yells to get his attention. 'No makeout sessions on my backseat, you know the rules, don't even think about it.'

'But Robbieeee.'

Steve always gets like this when he's drunk: whiny and needy and clingy. It's cute, but also kind of annoying sometimes. Mostly, it's cute when it's directed at Robin and annoying when Eddie is the object of his neediness.

'I need to prove to Eddie how gay I am.'

Eddie scoffs. 'I'm much gayer than you anyway, Stevie.'

Where drunk Steve is clingy and needy, drunk Eddie always has to turn everything in a goddamn competition. Robin rolls her eyes, but can't entirely suppress a smile creeping onto her face. She loves those two dinguses way too much to actually be annoyed.

'That's not true!' Steve says.

'Yeah, it is,' Eddie counters. 'You're better at driving than me. And I slept with more dudes.'

'Yeah but I am wearing makeup right now.'

'So? I wear nailpolish and eyeliner, you only wear lipgloss.'

'That doesn't count, you wear them to be metal, not to be gay.'

'You like girls though, and I don't.'

'Are you saying you're a misa- miso- misigi-'

'Misogynist?' Robin supplies for him.

'That.'

'If that makes me win at being gay, then yes,' Eddie deadpans.

'What if I... show you just how gay I am when we get home?' Steve whispers at his obnoxiously loud drunk-whisper volume.

'Nope!' Robin shouts before Eddie can even say anything. 'There will be none of that, I'll be in the goddamn room with you, don't you dare!'

'Did you hear that?' Steve keeps whispering. 'Robin's homophobic!'

'Buckley...' Eddie leans forward and lays a hand on her shoulder. 'You can drive, and you're homophobic. We're revoking your gay rights. You're straight now.'

'Ha! So I'm gayer than Robbie?' Steve asks.

Eddie chuckles, directing all his attention back to his boyfriend. 'Oh, for sure, baby. I'm still the gayest, though.'

[hearts401]

I love how i have pointless headcanons about gregorys transness because his whole ggy era got twisted around to me thinking about how hes trans and how that might connect with his time glitchtrapped especially since he was referred to with fem terms (in other languages but shhhhh let me have this) and how his recovery period of taking back his life could include reclaiming his gender and hitting that "tboy enough to fuck with gender without being scared of being misgendered" type thing and thats why i find any headcanons of him wearing skirts/makeup/nailpolish or other traditionally feminine things so so so special

[anxious-witch]

Okay, inspired by @reserved-fruit 's post about Kris' painted nails, because I couldn't stop thinking how each of them would approach painting their nails. So here are my hcs

Bojan-cannot sit still for 5 minutes for them to dry, so the nailpolish is always a bit fucked, unless someone does it for him. Would likely love having pink nails. Or a mix or pink and green

Jan-we kind of already know but mostly black nail polish. Someone else has to paint his right hand

Kris-color coordinates his nail polish with his outfits. Always meticulously painted, god forbid it does slightly over the nail or looks messy

Nace-either clear nail polish just to keep them nice and protected OR for some reason I can totally see him roxling purple one? I don't have specific reason why, I just think he would

Jure-all the beight colors! Color coordinates them with his mood. Can paint them a bit more messy but I think he fares better than Bojan

[sushisocks]

cmon you cant just say how queercoded sean is and then not expand on itผ(•̀_•́ผ)

/lh

My need to constantly talk about Sean MacGuire is really being indulged lately jnhbvbjnbh Thank u dear anon <3

oKAY so like, anon, I will be the FIRST to admit that me calling Sean queercoded might've been a strong choice of words all things considered (especially compared to ACTUALLY explicitly gay Bill Williamson which could go for queercoding considering it's only really explicit if you look for it or catch it). I read Sean as queer in a lot of ways, and that is probably in no small part because I'm queer myself. BUT in my defense, what am I supposed to take away from the developers cuffing Sean's jeans like that?? His queer little swagger???? The outfit with that haircut?????? That is a BISEXUAL MAN if I've ever seen one!!!

^me rn fr (always, about Sean and Lenny in particular. My gay Lenny headcanon is a lot more solid though, I'll be frank, and I'm honestly waiting to go the fuck off about it properly here some day lmao)

On a more serious note though, I definitely think Sean's admiration for Arthur can be read as a little bit of a crush in certain instances. Not that I particularly ship that pairing, but certain ways Sean responds to Arthur has always had me 🤔🤔 For example (and I'm really gonna out myself and how often i rewatch his missions here) in pouring forth oil, when Arthur gets mad forreal for a sec and threatens Sean (after Sean has a tantrum abt not being invited along which.... come on), and Sean laughs, there is DEFINITELY a crush-related way of reading that interaction & Sean's response. Not to mention the lil lookover Sean gives him I mean COME ON he's not even that subtle!

Not to speak of the fact that the first thing he does after being rescued from bounty hunters is ask Arthur for a hug - how many of yall Arthur Morgan horny ppl wouldn't die to do the same? Sean was ahead of the game. He's one of you, I swear.

I think Sean being queer makes sense with his personality too, as the sort of laid-back and easy-going one. Though I also think, given the time and the fact that I think he's bi, it's probably not smth he's ever thought very hard about? You know, heteronormativity etc etc, him and Karen having their messy thing going on etc etc, but Sean WOULD kiss a homie and not really have a problem with it. He'd just -- not think about it much harder, you know?

It's that same attitude he has, which leads me to believing if given the chance he'd be very gnc. I know I've said it before but I do headcanon that modern au Sean would def fuck around with skirts and makeup and nailpolish, and have a very loose relationship with his gender as a man at best. It makes sense to me, for someone who is both that easygoing, and has that sense of interest in societal issues, to at some point have the realization of 'oh gender roles are made up' and act accordingly, you know?

And then I'm also taken with, and sort of speaking from, this sort of perspective of the gang at large as very queer. Speaking of it in that academic way, as a sort of rejection of normative society - heteronormative society in particular - there's absolutely an inherent queerness to this entire gang of outlaws doing as they will. When being queer has always meant being ostracized from society, it is easy to read characters ostracized from society as queer; in this way, and in my opinion, the queercoding is inherent to this game, and these characters. It's there at the very foundation of their situation and way of living, and it's why I personally am never going to argue against any type of queer headcanon (and why I'm a proponent of many of them myself lol). Me seeing queerness in Sean and Lenny, is no different from me seeing it in Arthur and Charles, or Sadie and Karen, or Hosea and Dutch, or literally ANY other gangmember.

I feel like I went on a tangent here, again, as I am prone to do, BUT my main point is: Sean MacGuire is so so queer bcz I said so, and becuase why the fuck else would he be like that?

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some specific yutag bodytype/appearence headcanon ponderings for the protags i've gotten to know so far:

-Yugi: this kid's hair makes up a solid third of his height and he just came like that!! pretty average build, kinda skinny (though not as skinny as ryou "open the car window and he flies out like a mcdonald's napkin" bakura). Smattering of silver ear piercings, chipped black nailpolish. Big doe eyes, kinda smudged eyeliner.

-Jaden: fat jaden is just real and true to me sorry. fat trans guy who doesn't really bind much. T and/or Miscellaneous Duel Monster Fusion Hormone effects are making him hairy. he's going to grow up to be the bear of all time. he's going to grow up to look like jack black. has scraggly teenager stubble.

-Yusei: STURDY. Toned arms, Kind of fat, super solid center of gravity-- you are NOT knocking this man over. Covered in little (and big) nicks and scars, some newer, some long since faded. Has a bit of an intense resting face. Big prominent nose. Transmasc, small chested, binds sometimes but finds it not worth the hassle sometimes.

-Yuma: At the beautiful stage of being 13 where your proportions are just kind of fucked up. Long arms, gangly in the way a puppy that's not quite full grown is all limbs and boundless energy. Big ol scar across his nose bridge from running into a door/tripping down the stairs/accidentally opening his duel disc directly into his face/etc. (choose your own adventure.)

-Yuya: i havent watched enough arc-v yet to fully have my grip on what his bodytype's like but i KNOW this kid's got freckles and a tooth gap. Kind of springy lean build. Bangs constantly flop into his face. Big eyes that always kind of look a little wet. Silly looking on purpose.

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Sorry for the really stupid question. I'm straight but I'm really interested in the lgbtq+ community. I see a lot of comments about how Harry is straight presenting and Shawn is gay presenting. I don't know if that's the right terms but the gay community specifically recognizes Shawn as one of them but they don't recognize Harry as one of them which is a reason for the queerbaiting discourse, because Harry doesn't act like a stereotypical gay man. I know about Shawn but don't follow him much. I just wondered what is it that they're picking up from him but not Harry. Because both men have beards and Shawn did a denial. What's the difference. If that makes sense. Also what would Harry have to do for them to recognize him as one of their own, without needing to CO? Thanks

Hi, anon!

There is no need to apologise! I don't follow Shawn much either, but i think what queers are picking up on are stereotypes combined with queercoding and queerbaiting. The gaydar is going off. There is also not much gaslighting going on. Shawn isn't really making much of an effort to appear straight.

Shawn is living up to every queer stereotype, he's naturally effeminate, emotional, has a submissive personality, is twink-ish, and is soft spoken with a feminine speaking tone. He's into yoga. He's done some homoerotic underwear shoots and other scantily clad photoshoots that's like catnip to gay men. He flirts with gay men (that he's also rumoured to be sleeping with) on social media and in person, he queercodes, says he likes men in crop tops, and have no sexual or romantical chemistry with women. He looks like their gay best friend. He's also had mental health struggles that he's hinted are about wanting to live his truth. There are thousands of blind items about him being gay, no straight rumours at all.

Shawn's looks, mannerisms and way of being are natural to him and it's authentic. Shawn acts, dresses and behaves the same in every setting and environment. He's not gaying it up on stage or for the camera. He's just being Shawn.

Harry does not fit the gay man stereotype. He's an alpha male. He's got several masculine traits. He's got a deep voice, a masculine body, no effeminate traits or mannerisms (unless you know what to look for), he's into hypermasculine sports like american football and boxing. He hangs out with men and has primarily male friends. He takes ice baths for fucks sake and golfs. He dresses like a frat boy when he's not working an event. So for him to communicate and signal to the queer community that he's gay he needs to queercode through fashion and adopt a more stereotypically gay man behaviour that doesn’t come naturally to him.

When he is on stage or in front of a camera he puts on a flamboyant persona and an act to show people he's gay. Since he's not naturally effeminate and people don't clock him as gay just by observing him, he's got to exaggerate the flamboyance and camp. He needs to make his songs gay. His problem is that when he's off stage he's back to snogging a stick thin female supermodel wearing his frat boy clothes and sporting buzzed hair. Since queers pick up on the inauthenticity and the discrepancy between H on stage and off stage, people are mad that his gay performance is just that, a performance. He isn't wearing nailpolish when golfing and his queer lyrics means nothing when he's only ever dated women. Queers want real queer representation and he isn't giving them it with his double personality/sexuality. It seems like he's doing it for attention, shock value and to attract queers as a target audience.

Masculine gay men/straight passing gay men will always struggle with queerbaiting accusations as long as they're closeted and project both gay and straight at the same time. H's problem is that he's so extreme about his projections. So i think a solution would be to bridge the gap. Be a bit more authentic and himself. Either he could tone down the gay on stage (H would hate it, please don't) or he could tone down his straight image (Sony would riot).

Effeminate gay men have the opposite problem, and a much more difficult task. They need to tone down their natural mannerisms and behaviour and ramp up the straight image. It's against their nature and it's difficult to make it seem authentic. It's also hard on their mental health (see Shawn and Louis).

I think for H to be recognised as gay by his community without having to come out he needs to stop stunting with feminine women. Heteronormativity is so ingrained in people, as are stereotypes. So when he doesn’t fit the gay stereotype, has been connected to 85 different women in his 14 year career, and is gaslighting his fans, that's hard to look past for queer people and the gp.

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Hey there!

Was wondering if you would be comfortable with some headcanons about the CoD guys with Make-Up/Nail Polish? I've often seen Soap being the one who knows how to do them because he has sisters, or Ghost because he had an Emo-Phase. I'd really like to hear your takes on this.

I'm open to giving you my undying loyalty, but I also recently learned how to carve a duck out of wood, so I'd like to offer that first!

I'm seeing a lot of Soap having sisters, so I'm confused. Is that canon or did MJ cause that one? Or is it just generally fanon? Whatever, I like orphan Soap so I'm gonna stick with that

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Rodolfo: Alright, for all my talk about feminization, I honestly think Rudy would be kind of useless with makeup. Like, really fashion in general, I don't think he has much of a want to really learn? So, I think makeup, fashion, all of that is just lost on him. Also, as an autistic person, if you haven't been conditioned, makeup can be SENSORY HELL. So, I think that contributes.

Alejandro: I think he'll wear black nail polish, but it's fairly shit. Other than that, it's not really for a masculinity issue, it's more that he just... doesn't want to deal with the discomfort that feminine stuff brings, because lets face it, a lot of it is uncomfortable. So, like, with makeup, I don't think he wants to deal with the feeling of it. Once nail polish is on, NTs typically don't notice it, unlike something that's a layer on your face. (Unless it's for a bet.)

Soap: Again, I just... can't see him as being that great with makeup But, I think this one is more that he does not want to go through anything tedious that he's not 100% into. It's a laziness thing, absolutely (He'll wear eyeliner and mascara, though, if prompted. He has also done a full face for a bet.)

Ghost: He obviously is good with makeup. I can imagine him in like Sephora, finding out what primer will keep his face covered the longest. "It's grease paint" I don't know what fucking grease paint y'all are using, but grease paint doesn't behave like his did in Ghost team. You know what does, though? Eyeshadow, eyeliner, and cream based eye makeups. Also, yeah, I think he paints his nails black when he's in his civvies.

Roach: Oh, one hundred is good with makeup. I very much see him as a "pretty boy" who loves enhancing that. If anyone has a problem with it, they can get shit. Doesn't do nailpolish, but that's a sensory issue.

Price: I think he's decent at it, but has no patience. Can whip out his skills if necessary, though, and blows everyone away. Will wear nailpolish, I think, but doesn't bother most of the time, since it's just going to chip off during missions

Gaz: Useless at makeup. I have no real... justification, but I can feel it in my soul that this man can't do makeup.

Alex: For the backstory I usually run with, I do think he'd be good at makeup, since his mom would make him help with it. I also think he's not afraid to use it if his facial hair is being a pain. However, I think that man puts so much effort into learning how to trim his hair to make it look cool. Which, I know isn't makeup, but I feel like it's in the same vein. Like, I think he took classes, so he could do it, himself, on missions.

Graves: He's southern, so likely not? However, he does know enough to tell others what to go with for colors and stuff. But, that's just because most southern men I know can't do makeup/nail polish for shit, but could definitely give you an answer when you asked them for a color.

Koenig: No. I think he tries but... no.

Horangi: Eh. I think he could if he put his mind to it, but when is he ever going to have to? Black nail polish, definitely though

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this is gonna be a story about acceptance and tolerance and to have it be that, I'm gonna start out by first coming out as sort of a bigot.

I'm not a fan of kinky masks in any way. I'm also not particularly fond of the B in BDSM. I don't know why, it's just not my thing, it squicks me out. I think it has something to do with claustrophobia (i also don't like motorcycle helmets that cover the face), relying on being able to read people's facial expressions in conversations, and having to have my hands free at all times.

I think it's okay that it's not my thing. I also think it's okay that there are people who like this sort of thing.

So far so good.

Here comes the bigot part: every time I saw someone at pride walking his puppy on a leash, it kind of creeped me out. It was just a knee-jerk reaction. I personally don't like it, so I don't wanna see it, so I avoid it. I've read posts about kinksters belonging at pride and every time I had this little voice in my head that went "but it's gross and I don't wanna see it". I'm just gonna full on admit that. Please bear with me, I promise this is a story with character development and growth.

Yesterday I went to a pride event in the area (I live in a very conservative area in a very conservative state in an increasingly right-wing leaning country) and while I was walking in the parade with my friends I noticed these two very tall, very muscular, kinda intimidating and extremely masculine looking guys in leather gear next to me, and one of them was wearing one of those puppy masks that I'm not particularly fond of as previously mentioned. I kind of cringed and looked away and slowed down a little to bring a bit of distance between us.

Later, after we had arrived at the meeting point, I was sitting alone (my friends were getting something to eat) and these two guys showed up again and sat down right next to me. I didn't want to seem rude by getting up and leaving immediately, so I stayed seated and sneakily listened in on their conversation with their friends.

So, the thing is, I'm pretty extroverted, right?

So naturally I ended up joining into their conversation eventually. Turns out we hit it off immediately. It was like, zap, instant friendship. We bonded about The Gym Bro Lifestyle, perfomative veganism and being excluded from pride events for wearing leather fetish gear (because of the "non-vegan" leather, not the fetish) (sidenote: im vegan~ish and i think that's bullshit, leather is a great natural product and also looks hot af), their eyeliner and glitter nailpolish (and my lack theirof), our queerness, drag queens and how they are the coolest, as well as a healthy amount of jokes about fisting. I also ended up (respectfully) asking about the puppy mask because I was curious about it.

He was VERY sweet about it (they both were) and explained very openly and without being judgemental about me asking that it's a fetish and basically just a way of being playful. He also wore a collar with his puppy name and his boyfriend's name ("I'm his owner" he said and gave him a couple of bellyrubs).

And the thing is - I had so much fun learning about it? He handed me his mask so I could touch it and get more familiar with it and they were so open about it and not for one second did I feel like they looked down on me for not knowing about it or having questions. Like, I'm so happy about them existing and living their truth and being able to express themselves and what they like and just simply who they are. I love that they were so willing to share it with a total stranger like me when they could have just told me to fuck off and google it or something. I could also tell how important this was to their dynamic as a couple and how genuinely happy and positive they were together and towards each other. They were so cute! And like, I love that for them!! I wouldn't have it any other way and have nothing but love for their lifestyle.

So anyway. I'm glad I met them. I'm glad we ended up talking and that I asked. I'm glad I've learnt something. It's still not my thing (I'm not gonna start wearing one myself or look at that porn category now) but I think I'm gonna look at puppy masks and especially the people wearing them differently from now on.

And I sure as hell now believe that kinksters belong at pride. Please go outside and actually TALK to actual real people and you might end up understanding them better, you might end up being more tolerant, you might end up surprising yourself. You might end up having an incredibly emotionally enriching experience. Like, that's the whole point of pride!!