#gay britain

[f1re-bell]

basically a face reveal

[skridz]

Why are British people so gay

[princeofworms]

i um. found out I can use samples now. so here's the good omens theme (vaguely) made using the bruno powroznik gay britain meme.

i shouldn't have been given this kind of power.

[victhetiredartist]

[jellykinss]

GAY MERIDIAN

GAY MERIDIAN

it is more socially acceptable to be GAY than STRAIGHT in MERIDIAN

[idanit]

what HO—

[supersonicanimates]

[carehounds]

GAY BRITAIN ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🇬🇧‼️🏳️‍🌈‼️🇬🇧‼️🇬🇧🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🇬🇧‼️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🇬🇧🇬🇧‼️🇬🇧🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

[nathancomet]

Drarry/Harco Headcanon #3

Once, while in the muggle world, Harry and Draco need to travel fast, so Harry rents a car. Harry is driving normally while Draco has freakout after freakout in the passenger seat.

D: “You’re going to kill us both, Potter!”

H: “I’m going 80 kilometers an hour, any slower and we’ll be going backwards.”

D: “This is the end! I see Dumbledore!”

H: “You’re such a drama queen.”

[remixingreality]

[laundrybiscuits]

“Eddie,” Robin says, eyes wide in a way that means trouble. “Edward Munson, I sincerely hope your last will and testament is in order, because you are going to completely and totally die when I tell you who just got hired at Scoops Ahoy.”

Eddie groans. “Don’t tell me Tammy Thompson is giving up on her Nashville dreams.”

“No, I hate you, shut up forever, you’ll never guess.” Robin pauses, then in a dramatic whisper she’s definitely picked up from Eddie himself, says: “Steve Harrington.”

“Jesus. No shit?”

“Yeah, I have to train him. Oh my god it’s the worst. He’s so bad at, like, everything.”

She shoves at his shoulder until he moves out of the doorway of the trailer, and flings herself backwards onto his couch. “Like! Okay! I showed up to my shift thinking it would be a completely normal day in which I would be bored out of my skull distributing frozen dairy products to the flotsam and jetsam of Hawkins, and Ned’s like, hey Robin, you’re showing the new guy the ropes today. And then that freaking jackass has the freaking nerve to say—” Her voice drops a full register. “Uhh, nice to meet you, I’m Steve. Nice to meet you! God!”

Eddie cringes sympathetically, sucking air between his teeth. There’s a special kind of indignity to being so completely and utterly below the radar of Hawkins High royalty, even former bearers of the crown. It’s not as if Hawkins is a big town; Eddie’s pretty sure he could pick every single person in the graduating classes of ‘84 and ‘85 out of a crowd. He’ll probably be able to do it for ‘86 too, though he’s trying not to think about it too hard. So he’ll be a senior again (again) this fall, whatever. It’s fine. It’s whatever.

Once in a while, he wastes some time really, really wishing he’d gotten to know Robin earlier in the year. Maybe even last year. For undying friendship reasons, yeah, but also because with her in his corner, he might’ve actually passed enough of his classes to fucking graduate on his second fucking try.

But he’d only actually met her, like actually met her for real instead of passing her in the hall sometimes, when he’d let himself get suckered into rejoining band. It wasn’t like he could’ve brought his guitar in, but he let it slip to Miss Genovese that he could read music and keep time, and they needed someone to wallop the bass drum, and he figured a little experience fucking around with percussion might be the one thing he could salvage from the year. He’d just…been so goddamn tired of feeling stuck, spinning his wheels. Music was something he could actually handle; something he could actually get better at. Something he could master. He's man enough to admit he needed a win.

The actual songs were all stuffy Holst and Sousa numbers, but they’d had some fun technical bits he spent his evenings hammering out for a couple weeks. And then right around the point when he’d gotten good enough to get bored and think about quitting like last time, it had somehow wound up that shooting the shit with the gangly weirdo in the trumpet section was one of the best parts of his day. Unfortunately, by the time they’d gotten close enough for her to start bullying him about homework and shit, it had been way too late to save his chance at walking that ‘85 stage with assholes like Steve fucking Harrington.

Not that Harrington would’ve even noticed, apparently.

“Anyway, the one singular saving grace about the entire situation is that he looks even dumber in the sailor costume than I do, so at least that will make me feel better about my life until he gets fired for burning down the ice cream freezer or something like that. Eddie, I cannot stress this enough: he is so bad at this job.”

Eddie very tactfully does not bring up the litany of screw-ups that Robin’s admitted to over the last couple weeks since she started at Scoops; he just says, “Buckley, it sounds to me like you might be in need of some quality relaxation time this fine evening. I can offer you a nice cold beer, some herbal refreshment…or a fiendishly weird new song to learn with an intro riff that'll make you cry.”

Robin, inveterate nerd of his heart, sits up immediately and chirps, “New song, please!” just like he knew she would. She’s going to run off and elope with his acoustic one of these days, and he’s not even mad about it.

“Coming right up, m’lady,” says Eddie. “I promise this entire Harrington situation will be over before you know it, and neither of us will ever have to think about him again.”

(ETA: First chapter of this fic has been edited/expanded and posted on AO3)

[themultifanshipper]

Made this as soon as I saw that fckin outfit

Lando... mate

[kamsspice]

me when someone is an open ally to gay people:

[bottlesandbarricades]

Happy Maggie Thatcher dead day to all who celebrate. Stay losing and stay dead, you miserable old bat

[p1nk-pallas]

Juniper Sloan

[chickenlittlefan]

Nooo UK I don’t wanna be dependent anymore we not locked in 4 life 😭😭😭😭😭