2022 Is For The Gays And The Gays Alone

A Live Action version of Spiderverse but gayer

I've literally never read a book that would be so great adapted to cinema, but if they do, they have to have it narrated by the actor playing Alex cause I want to hear every idiotic thought going through Alex's head when he isn't screaming them at at whoever will listen himself on screen in someone's face, I want big bold later saying WHAT THE FUCK on screen everytime Alex think those words or any profanity for that matter, I want freeze frames when something embarrassing happens (which is like half the goddamn book) and Alex talking about it in the background, I want the letters between him and Henry read dramatically as if they were 18th century lovers writting to each other like you know when they superpose the person reading the letters and the one writting it with a kind of transparent thing and u watch them smile and you can watch them smile like so overly cheesy it makes it funny, I want Zahra absolutely throwing up profanities at Alex when he fucks up which is like every 5 pages in the goddamn book, I want Alex's disastrous dumbass (who is actually kinda smart when he isn't being and absolutely fucking idiot) half mexican bisexual ass doing the most stupid shits and coming to term with his sexuality and DATING THE FUCKING PRINCE OF ENGLAND on my screen

Ms. Eda is like a fairy who doesn’t lose hope, doesn’t give up and who turns everything she touches into a miracle. Mr. Serkan, you’re very lucky. Yes, I know.

listen I don’t “like” things, I either read a book/watch a show and forget 0.2 secs later or change my entire lifestyle based on what it was until I find something new

“Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even our troubles.”

― Charlie Chaplin

@booksociety’s LGBT+ pride event: Red, White & Royal Blue

Can i ask for it?

Traded my heart for a lap dance.

Damian Wayne woke up with a killer headache and dry mouth. His head pounded, the light playing across his eyes causing him to instinctively bury himself deeper into the bedsheets. He wondered what the hell he drank the night before to make his head hurt like this. He did not recall having more than three drinks…it was possible he had more. When was the last time he was hungover? Jon’s seventeen birthday but he could be wrong as the alcohol or whatever he had ingested last night, clearly affected his brain functions.

After counting to twenty, he decided it was time to face reality and find a way to get rid of this bothersome, intense headache. A cold shower and black coffee will do. He was cautious opening his eyes slowly because he knew more pain was forthcoming. The room only spun for a second before the world righted itself and Damian was able to scan his surroundings. He recognized the place immediately. His room. Looks like somehow, he had managed to get in his hotel room despite his state of inebriation.

There were clothes scattered on the floor, bottles of champagne and his favorite wine half-empty, not too far from the bed. Glancing around, quickly spotted his own underwear halfway across the room. At that moment he realized he was completely naked. Obviously he had gotten some kind of action last night. The kind that is too hard to resist when you’re intoxicated, especially when it has been too long since the last time he engaged in such activities. The physical intimacy and the endorphins release when you reach climax. But Damian Wayne did not give into temptation easily. No. He concentrated on breathing in and out for a few moments while he furiously tried to recall the night’s events.

A flash of memory lit up his mind.

Eager and warm hands venture beneath his shirt, fingers digging deeper, and deeper into his back and a part of him wishes it leaves a mark. A memento of this night. Lips pressing hungrily into his own as if they were claiming him, telling him they belong entirely to her. Tresses of ebony hair tickle his neck and a skilled mouth trails kisses down his throat, exploring with her tongue and teeth as slender fingers tangle in his hair. The small, ragged moans and gasps she makes ignite a fire in his chest, spreading desire to the rest of his body and Damian can’t contain himself any longer; he needs to have all of her.

Scrunching his eyes shut he willed himself to remember more. After a minute of trying, he came up with a blurry impression of sitting in the vip room he was offered, the hypnotizing movements of well-rounded hips. Piercing, dark blue eyes with a light tint of violet in them. They were dazzling, mystic, as if they were not from this world. He couldn’t think of anything more fascinating than watching this woman dance. Each movement was pure torture making his mouth dry.

“Everyone here calls me Raven, Mr. Wayne.” She had said with a playful smirk. Damian could feel the entire heat of her gaze, hungry and teasing and hunting for more.

Piecing together the bits of information from last night and the flashes of memories coming to him. It’s quite evident that he spent the night with the beautiful, exotic dancer he met at the nightclub. It was only reaffirmed when he noticed the blanket moving next to him. There she was still sound asleep; half-buried so deep under the charcoal duvet he failed to see her when he first opened his eyes. She was breathing evenly, sleeping peacefully beside him. One arm curled under the pillow, and the other stretched unconsciously as if trying to find something she needed. And then he spotted something curious; a ring on the third finger of her left hand. Not just any ring. A diamond ring sparkling there. A piece of jewellery that was not there last night, that was given to symbolize commitment. A lifelong promise that one makes to another. The union of two hearts that pledged a sacred vow to spend a lifetime together as Grayson had poetically expressed a thousand times after proposing to Gordon.

What the fuck happened last night?

Damian swallowed hard. “This has to be a fucking joke.”

Just messing this draft here for the I accidentally married the stripper I met last night AU nobody asked for but it’s here. @ravenfan1242 😂😂😂

insp.

don’t try to down-play my power.

So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

so did you lay in bed blasting fireflies by owl city as a kid staring up at the ceiling while imagining running away to a happier place bc you grew up on fairy tales and make believe stories since you didnt really have the best social skills due to undiagnosed neurodivergency and thus didnt have a lot of friends so you spent all that extra time you had induldging in fictional stories and then grew up believing maybe one day youd get to go on a magical adventure like those stories had so youd spent so much time just longing for an escape and to go somewhere you understood bc you didnt understand people but you did understand all those stories you read or are you normal