#much gay to consume

[pisshandkerchief]

why do you mean you have trouble discovering new music. back in my day we got our obscure music recs from the welcome to night vale weather and we fucking liked it

[honkshoo-zzz]

happy pride (totally not last minute)

[somerobotvex]

a vampire and a werewolf that eat each other

[r-vxan]

louis will always be that bitch…he became a vampire, came into terms with his queerness, saw his brother die, distance himself from his family to the point where he was dead to them, got married, raised a daughter, got divorced and escaped an abusive relationship, traveled across the world to start a new life, fell in love again, almost got murdered, his daughter/sister/companion was killed, his second husband betrayed him and so much more

and now he is threatened by vampires all over the world and his response is essentially come for me motherfuckers…

“i own the night”

[n-a-gindustries]

fighting for my LIFE trying to figure out how to draw them

[arsenicflame]

i want to give him 30 boyfriends. i want him to be aromantic. i want him to have the best sex of his life whenever he wants. i want him to never have to have sex again. i want him to be loved and love and never be unhappy again

[notasecrettelepath]

Update!

Chapters: 4/20 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Rating: M | Words: 29k (slow burn babey)

Angsty Chapter Snippet:

Once, when he was thirteen years old, someone had asked Evan Buckley what he wanted to be when he grew up. Evan doesn’t remember what he said. Probably something along the lines of quarterback, professional athlete, maybe a veterinarian. Something that would be agreeable. Rational, even. But Buck remembers what he truly thought. What do you want to be when you grow up?, the question. A martyr, the answer.

Fluff Chapter Snippet, because I contain multitudes:

Buck waits for a comment or a quip as he organizes the phrase around in his phone. After a few seconds of silence, he glances at Eddie by his side. Eddie is looking at him like Buck grew a second head, and, automatically, he reaches for his hair to see if one of the kids have stuck something to him while he wasn’t paying attention. When Eddie just keeps staring, in silence, Buck moves around uncomfortably in his chair. “What?” Eddie’s voice comes out careful, like he maybe misheard something, like the little computer always making the analysis in his head came back with an error this time. He says, “You’re learning Spanish so… you can train it with Christopher?”

Read Chapter 4 on AO3.

[therealraewest]

Me, reverently devouring the flesh that has been gifted to me by the woman I love: oo cherry maple good choice babe

[lunityviruz]

I think white trans people only identify with their trans identity and so when you criticize them they think it’s an attack on their transness as whole when that’s just not the case

[colloquialcolors]

in similar vein to reading watership down and being pleasantly surprised by how hopeful it was i have now finished reading haunting of hill house and have been kind of pleasantly surprised by how. sapphic. it was. i mean its a horror story and has left me with the correct sense of sort of quiet unease and like. im going to need to think about it for a while and like. damn. but it also was QUITE queer in ways i was not expecting going in. so thats fun! (said while thinking about houses and walls and unreliable narrators and dissolving sense of self)

[boygina-philosopher]

I take off my skin. It's laden with dog fur.

Only bastardized women do such a thing.

Disgusting showcase of inhumanity for women. Perverse and disobedient, it's sickening for a man to do.

My sinew, teeth and scars wrap around you.

If only. They hover.

Would you kiss my head and clean my ears if you knew my heart exceeds skin? My blood pulls it taut if I know you too long.

I let you catch my midnight ballet. My spotlight becomes pale, rosy pink.

I give you my skin.

I will die of starvation to keep you, but I will die agonizing and empty, because you will never know how hungry I am, how appetizing you are.

Why I need to starve.

You take my skin.

My heart my ribs my arteries burst from beneath my muscle, exposed and grotesque, naked beyond the flesh, beyond eroticism.

You accept my offer.

I cannot eat, I need to be eaten.

I tear your skin, squeezing you with my tendrils. How sheepish I am to be like this with you.

You bite me and my muscle is caught between your teeth.

How full I feel, when starved.

My spine latches onto your ribs, I need your heart. Your hands feel red hot and radiating, gashes against bone.

When the reward is gone from animalism, when we can only create, will you refuse to do so?

Please?

Not "for" or despite." An ardonist symphony with no explanation.

The blood does not dry in time's wake. I will nevermore. We are viscera, indistinguishable from one another.

[cerullos]

genuinely thrown by all of this. is drag an inherently binaristic artform? what knowledge do we have of chappell’s own gender to confidently make the call that her methods of engaging w/ drag culture only “count” if she dresses as a drag king?

chappell has publicly expressed that she is doing drag (or attempting to, apparently-ymmv) and this conversation does seem to enforce the idea that when (presumed!) women do drag, their efforts are subjected to greater scrutiny by others in the community because why do multiple aesthetic hallmarks of drag amount to “drag inspiration” on chappell when they would most likely be accepted as drag on a gay man? not being facetious here, i truly don’t understand

[eric-the-bmo]

"Need a light?"

(very huge thanks to @sm0kebreaks for this commission of my vampire and his sire! I'm going to go insane in the tags now, i adore this with every fibre of my being [also: vers with no piercings under the readmore, bc I love that one too])

[mayxo-hxh]

1 year of being hyperfixated on hisoillu: OMG THEY ARE INSANELY CUTE TOGETHER LOOK AT HOW THEY SMILE AROUND EACH OTHER!!!

2 years of being fixated: it has been consistently emphasized that hisoka always works alone and that he is his own man yet he keeps on going back to working with illumi requiring illumis assistance aka admitting that he is not that much of a lone wolf as he initially shows himself off to be to other people not to mention his marriage to illumi completely loses him the "own man" status as he now belongs to someone else and-

3 years of being fixated: OMG THEYRE SO INSANELY CUTE TOGETHER AGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

[therealnightcity]

[Subject Interview: Avi]

NICKNAME: I've acquired many over my time with Arsaka, seldom savory. Arsaka's Guard Dog I may be, but it would be wise to heed the fangs.

GENDER: Male

STAR SIGN: Surely you don't believe in that. It's Leo, but if you're basing your assesment on me based on the planets, than I won't dissuade you.

HEIGHT: 6'0, 183cm

ORIENTATION: I fail to see how this is relevant.

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Japanese-American.

FAVE FRUIT: I enjoy persimmon, particularly fresh, although dried is also acceptable. Small, sweet clementines are also something I would consider a favorite.

FAVE SEASON: Winter, if I'm reqired to choose. I've never minded the cold, and I enjoy the silence the snow brings. The summer heat is something I've never relished, particularly in the city where the smog seems to hang over the city in a blanket.

FAVE FLOWER: If you're attempting a bribe, rest assured I've noticed. Nevertheless, it's lotus flowers.

FAVE SCENT: Sea salt, clean linen, and mint

COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE: I prefer tea, and strong coffee, with real milk. I don't drink synth-scop.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Enough to perform to optimum capacity.

DOG OR CAT PERSON: Neither--cats are fickle, and dogs needy. If I'm required to pick one, it would be cats, if only because they are more self-sufficient.

DREAM TRIP: I'm well-traveled, as pertains to my career, but Europe and it's museums is something I can appreciate, preferably a place where the food is also excellent.

FAVE FICTIONAL CHARACTER: Reality is often more intriguing than fiction.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS THEY SLEEP WITH: One, a heavy comforter, or a sheet in the summer.

RANDOM FACT: I detest having my time wasted.

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Is that all? I have an appointment that requires my attention, and am quite busy.

[saturnshari]

tiny fandom rant

thinking abt how being an Intellectual Brown woman isolates me from fandom experiences bc since i call out orientalism/racism against swana and my people in media that makes me too "anti" but the shit id be into and ship since i was 13 would land me 100ft deep into "proship" territory....