these birds ah en love

marisa // dyke // 28 // she/they prev. hstylesbians

[give-to-oblivion]

Every so often I need to rewatch Pride (2014) to remind myself that 1) solidarity can happen, SUCCESSFULLY, and 2) they had to manufacture drama for to movie because IRL everyone worked together so well it was narratively underwhelming, and 3) Jonathan Blake was the second person in Britain diagnosed with AIDS and he's still alive as of this writing. Also I cry EVERY time at the scene near the end with Cliff and Hefina. This is my favorite Imelda Staunton performance.

[the-cheshire-cat-grin]

Lil nas x coming back during pride month to tell us hes been taking care of his physical and mental health, finishing rehab and getting treatment for bipolar disorder, and telling us that he is excited to not only make new music but also just to live his life???? And during mens mental health awareness month????? Oh i missed him bad

[leupagus]

by Resonant

I haven’t read this essay in… twelve years? I think? But someone (ETA: that someone was @whetherwoman who deserves the credit) linked it today and rereading it was a) a treat and b) honestly really helpful. If you, like me, want to write smut but often find it difficult, this essay may help a LOT.

[leupagus]

Reblogging this as I periodically do because it’s still relevant (especially with so many new writers coming into fandom spaces who are SO ENTHUSIASTIC but maybe need some pointers?) and because I myself need the reminder. Wherever you are, Res, I hope you’re doing great.

[loontattoo]

I’m everywhere I’m so Ilya

[awkward-bob-reynolds]

[transmascsteveharrington]

It’s not exactly a surprise when Steve Harrington shows up at Eddie’s new, improved and interdimensional-hell-portal-free trailer, but it’s still somewhat unexpected. Eddie thought Steve might turn up when dropping off Dustin or the rest of the pups who have somehow wrangled him into becoming their personal chauffeur. 

Or that he would come to check up on Red and maybe politely wiggle his fingers from the other side of the flattened grass that poses as something like a road. Eddie lives at Meadow corner Culm, Red at Lawn Avenue. Sure, the lots at the park all have numbers assigned to them, but where is the fun in that?

Red is out for the day and there are no pups here. Just Steve Harrington, standing in front of his trailer, carrying an oblong baking dish covered with tin foil. 

A-loo-min-ee-uhm a voice with a terrible British accent says in Eddie's head. And then keeps saying it. Aluminium, aluminium, aluminium. It loops in his brain because the alternative is to think about Steve Harrington. 

Eddie doesn’t leave the trailer. It’s just four stairs down, but those four stairs are going to make him heave from the strain of the leftover pulled pork that used to be his muscles. Steve Harrington is the last person Eddie wants to show his pain to. So he stays on top of the stairs, in the doorway, holding himself up. 

“What’s with the food?” 

“It’s what you’re meant to do. Bring people casseroles.

“Yeah, when someone has died, Steve,” Eddie says, hand still resting on the doorframe like he is trying to shield the inside of the trailer from intruders. “It’s funeral food.” 

“So?” Steve just shrugs, doesn’t say that it’s a moot point, that enough people have died so there is no need for a funeral. 

Eddie thinks about all the things that have died inside this trailer: his tarnished but, at that point, not yet completely ruined reputation; his blue-eyed naivety about how the world works; the strawberry-sweet innocence of Chrissy Cunningham’s smile. He has died inside this trailer. 

For three whole minutes, Eddie’s heart had stopped beating. And only the forceful down press of Steve Harrington’s palms had eventually kick-started it again. That was six weeks ago. It feels like a lifetime Eddie doesn’t deserve to have. 

“What’s in it?”

“Pasta, pancetta and gruyère." 

“What, no caviar?” Eddie can’t help but mock. It’s the same instinct as blocking the trailer door.  “I don’t eat things I can’t pronounce.” 

Mainly because those things tend to be expensive as fuck. Eddie’s diet for the most part consists of rice and beans and more rice and more beans. Maybe some hot dogs cut in if they are on clearance after the Fourth of July. His pasta usually comes with dollops of ketchup and a slice of American cheese. The government ones, not the fancy Kraft singles. He likes the crinkling sound the foil makes when he grabs a slice. 

“‘s just ham and cheese, man,” Steve says. “You gonna take it or what?” 

Free food is free food. It’d be nice for Wayne to come home and not have to cook. Eddie would do it, but he can’t stand up for that long yet. He can already feel his legs shake.

“Yeah.” His mouth is dry, voice wobbly trying to hide his discomfort. Then he adds, almost like an afterthought because Eddie has never really bothered with being polite, especially not to people like Steve, “Thanks.” 

He realizes that he has to go down the stairs to take the casserole from Steve. Four stairs. Four fucking stairs. Eddie looks at the stairs, then at the casserole, then at Steve. He wonders if Steve was the kind of kid to point a magnifying glass at an anthill or flood it with water. He scratches the thought—there probably aren’t anthills in Loch Nora. 

Steve crosses the distance between them before Eddie can even move. He stands awkwardly with one foot on the bottom stair, the other foot still on the ground. If he stood with both feet on the stair, they’d be not quite chest to chest but weirdly close, enough to feel uncomfortable. He holds the casserole up and Eddie takes it. The dish is still warm. 

“Thanks,” Eddie says again because there is nothing else to say. 

This close, he gets faint hints of Steve’s scent. Fresh, lemony, a bit salty. Eddie has never been to the ocean, but he imagines that the smell must be something like this. His scent is soft for an alpha. Then again, alphas are also not meant to cook casseroles or babysit pups. 

read the rest on ao3

[dailyjoekeery]

JOE KEERY as BARON LAMRAM Marmalade (2024) | dir. Keir O'Donnell

[ahhrenata]

a little more steddie Star Trek au! Most of these are scenes from @sparklyslug’s amazing fic t’hy’la !! (although ones technically a redraw- I wanted to spruce it up a bit) and the last one is an extra doodle of them about to sneak a kiss :)

[skrunglebeasts]

put three f/f ships you like in the tags. doesnt matter how obscure or embarrassing the media, go for it. and no, your m/m ship doesnt count as women

[i-need-a-cure]

Putting it out there in the universe: can i please have TBSL or She for my show’s encore please, pretty please 🥺

[comikbook]

happy pride month dykes i love you dykes

[rolameny]

the belief i have in my ability to carry any amount of stuff home if i am equipped with my backpack and two reusable totes is hubristic to a degree that the achaeans fighting at troy could only have dreamed of

[rozriver]

the tampa hotel scene is so insane like talk about #mybraveshane…. ilya is being so fucking meannnn here.. for him to look shane in the face and say “it’s simple for me” implying “idk about you but yeah this whole thing between us is so not a big deal to me and i definitely am not deeply invested in it like you but best of luck” I WOULD BE MOOOOORTIFIED and then die but shane is like. “☝️Bullshit. Also i like you way too much and ik you feel the same. do u wanna be something with me” HES CRAAAAAZY I LOVE YOU MY SHANE BOY

[freakyboyloser]

More of this goober for ya'll

[resande]

"you're just like a river."

[jesterlesbian]

and she's always right

[firefox-official]

DO NOT sleep during the day. Youll be like What the hell later

[firefox-official]

oh man i say that but then i lay down all cozy …

[firefox-official]

What the hell