happy birthday, gilbert baker. (june 2, 1951 — march 31, 2017)

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happy birthday, gilbert baker. (june 2, 1951 — march 31, 2017)
A Texas wedding means riding off into the sunset
My piece for the Red, White & Royal Wedding Zine with @rwrbzines! Inspired by a still from the movie The Runaway Bride. See the entire zine here, and check out the inspo and a close up under the cut.
Love this!
River of the Gods | OrchidScript
“The tragedy of life is that people do not change…”
October,1928. When asked by film star, Arthur Fox, to consult on a family matter, Alex Claremont-Diaz hadn’t had a whirlwind trip to Egypt in mind. Posing as Fox’s latest assistant, Alex is tasked with observing the actor’s daughter and new husband, their family and gathered guests aboard a glamorous Nile steamboat.
The idyllic honeymoon set against the pyramids and temples turns tragic by elements just as ancient as its surroundings — passion, blackmail, and murder. With Arthur’s youngest, rakish son, Henry, acting as assistant, Alex is determined to find the killer before the boat makes port again. Will he succeed, or will his own efforts be cut dramatically short?
Now Available on Ao3
Prologue | La Caire | Riddle of the Sphinx | Eau de Nil | Cleopatra & Dumas | Every Mischief | Eternity and a Day | Sunsick | Lines in the Sand | Curse of the Pharaohs | Phronesis | Ouraeus | Table of Foxes | Shadow of a Doubt | Overseer of Mysteries | Lady of the Reeds | Seek & Find | Dead Men Don’t Bite | Homme Fatale | Things the Dead Know | Recuérdame | Epilogue
Another BRILLIANT writer. Omg I’m so happy.
Brand New Day
You’ll always be happy you read a fic from @historicallysam !!!!
How about prank call - first prince ❣️
this one actually mostly stayed wtihin the word count i wanted - surprise surprise - hope ya like dear
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“Hello?” Alex hears Henry say groggily into the phone as he picks it up after they’ve both been jolted awake by the incessant ringing of their damn phone. Henry’s voice is rough around the edges and thick with sleep, the way Alex only gets to hear late at night. Alex listens as Henry says it again, his arm slun lazily around Henry’s waist and cheek pressed to the warmth of his side as Henry leans against the headboard.
The third time Henry repeats that one word Alex knows it must be another one. Ever since they got their landline, which Alex still says makes them ancient and ridiculous for having, they’ve been getting prank calls of all varieties. Apparently the kids in the city get a kick out of calling a prince and asking if his refrigerator is running and telling him to go catch it, which Alex didn’t even know kids still knew that joke, but seriously do they have nothing better to do.
Every time it happens Alex questions why they let themselves be bullied into a landline, but it was insisted up on by not just their parents but securities, and a battle they hadn’t thought they would need to fight. Never mind that no one under the age of seventy probably had a landline these days. Words like accessibility, redundancy, and some others Alex is certain he’s not the only that tuned out, seemed to matter more than the fact that now any moron, could dial a number and end up in their bedroom at any point in the damn night.
Alex sees Henry must still be half asleep as he seems to be completely at a loss for whatever is going on, on the call. When Henry frowns at the receiver like it’s betrayed him, Alex decides to step in, he takes the phone and realizes exactly why Henry was perplexed, as the person on the other end, is moaning and breathing heavy into the phone. He takes a moment and stares at the wall making sure he’s hearing what he thinks and that this isn’t some bizarre dream.
His jaw tightens and Alex grabs his cell with his other hand and texts the number for their overnight needs to trace the call currently on the landline. He receives an affirmative and waits until they say they have a trace on it. The breathing and moaning continues on the other end of the line, louder and performative as if they’re trying for some sort of reaction. Alex is beyond annoyed, and moving into infuriated at the audacity of someone thinking they have the right to intrude, on them, on Henry, this way.
When he gets the confirmation that the trace is complete and they know where it’s coming from he says what he’s been waiting for. “You should probably know that making lewd calls is illegal, and since I’m certain you know who you’ve called, you should also know our security also knows about this call and—”
He doesn’t get anymore words out before he hears the muttered “fuck” come through the phone before the call goes dead. He smiles at Henry smugly and hands him the phone to hang up.
Alex watches Henry hang up the phone and something that he didn’t know had tightened in his chest releases. He doesn’t hesitate to pull Henry back down into the bed and closer to him, after the phone is back where it belongs. He tucks Henry into him, as if he’s always belonged there, and Henry sinks into it.
He kisses the bridge of Henry’s nose and whispers, “No one gets to breathe heavy in your ear that isn’t me.”
Henry huffs out a laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Yeah, but I’m right, and you love me that way,” Alex whispers and joins him in giggling. Alex feels the last of his frustration dissolve and become something warmer and sofer as they snuggle together. The world narrows to them and their bed and the steady breaths from Henry as they already are feeling the pull of Morpheus, once again. Alex’s hand rests on Henry’s hip, his thumb slowly brushing the skin beneath his shirt that has ridden up, and follows him back to sleep.
First Prince still rules my world. I love Alex and Henry so much.
Ten First Lines
It's that time of year again... Yes, somehow this game goes around EVERY MARCH. And here were are again. Opening lines from years past:
Ten First Lines March 2022 Ten First Lines March 2023 Ten First Lines March 2024 Ten First Lines March 2025
Rule: List the first line of your last 10 fics (posted or WIP, your choice) and see if there's a pattern. If you don't have 10 fics, then as many first lines as you do have! Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any (note: I skip ficlets bc otherwise it would fill up with those).
Cold Slope Henry’s heart stutters in his chest, just a little, when he spots a blur of dark curls and brown skin across the hotel lobby.
Hurt Like Mine Napoleon discovered he had a soulmate at a shipping facility outside of Rome
Fox in the Snow Alex squints through the windshield as he slowly eases the car down the road, like that will make a difference in his ability to resolve anything out of the whiteout in front of him.
The End of the End (We Live Again) The bright Texas sun spills through the curtains that Henry neglected to close last night, waking him far too early.
Future Starts Slow The morning is bright, the breeze is warm, and the birds are singing when Napoleon steps out of the front door of CIA headquarters, like some kind of goddamned cliche.
It's a Crime (to Fall in Love) Henry’s steps echo as he strides down the long, spartan hallway toward the sergeant’s office.
Bluebonnets and Polo Mallets When Henry made the decision to pursue polo professionally, he had assumed, naively, that not much would change about his day-to-day life.
The Neighbourly Thing to Do The house is silent as a tomb as Henry pads into the kitchen in the middle of the night.
Special Tour (of My Heart) Henry hadn’t even wanted to come.
Paint Me in a Corner (But My Color Comes Back) The ice in Mobius’s Diet Coke has all but melted by the time that Loki slides into the booth opposite him.
BONUS: A Curatorial Puzzle of the Heart in Scholarly Pursuits There’s nothing in the world like the scent of the museum’s collections—the way the ancient, slowly decaying paper, wood, leather, and fabric mingle together, undercut by the pungent smell of moth balls and something that only imbues the magical artifacts wing.
Thoughts: The most interesting thing about this year is how so many of my opening lines are descriptive now. My old habit was much more like the "Special Tour" fic above—the snappy one-liner that sets up more of the POV character's state of mind than the surroundings. It's definitely the biggest change from previous years, which have all been pretty similar. I do think part of it is that I tend to open shorter one-shots that way, and most of these are either longer one-shots or multichaps. If I had included my ficlets, the pattern would have been more like previous years.
The other weird thing is that I actually caught up to my previous list. I've only published 10 fully-fledged fics in the last year. In previous years I barely made halfway back. I'm shook. That said, some of the "ficlets" I posted were basically whole one shots, so maybe it's just a matter of perspective. As a bonus, I did add my original story, published this year. ☺️
Thank you to @onpurposewrites and @anincompletelist for the tags this year! Going to tag a smaller subset of folks, I can never remember who does these but here goes @welcometololaland, @freneticfloetry, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @faketrex, @anyroomsrio, @eusuntgratie, @ninzied, @14carrotghoul, @orchidscript, @clottedcreamfudge, @pippinoftheshire, @thosegayoldmen, @justabigoldnerd, @books2beach, @onthewaytosomewhere
I’m paying to force seven thousand strangers to see a photo of my late husband having fun with his dog. Tumblr Blaze is totally worth it. XD
Thank-you to all of my new Internet stranger friends for being so gracious about having my post shoved onto your dashboards. I loved reading all of your kind tags and comments! Both Martin and Bosco have been gone for several years now but for 24 hours, they felt very present in my life. I greatly appreciate this gift. ❤️
Reblog to have your dashboard be visited by the spirit of joy that death can end but not erase.
Love that this is well beyond 7000 people now and still going
@leavescrown Exactly! It’s a beautiful gift. Martin and Bosco out there travelling around the Tumblr community, continually making new friends.
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#hello again martin and bosco!! sending you boys round for another go :)
Reading your tag made me laugh out loud. It’s like two old friends unexpectedly stopped by your porch for a quick visit. XD
I’ll always reblog Martin and Bosco when they splash across my dash, because of Reasons.
What’s loved, lives.
Over the past four weeks, 37 amazing authors have posted fics for Keyboard Karaoke, a RWRB songfic exchange. These fics are based on song prompts submitted by each author, and you can take a look at the full list of songs on our event playlist (Spotify or Apple Music)! The complete collection is now available on ao3 here, so be sure to go take a look!
I’ve been reading them and they’re so good!!
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YES PLEASE. I am ready to have the pendulum swing in that direction. You?
For those who don't contain a vast knowledge of Green Day lore like myself, I don't think it is hitting just how much of a "fuck you" the NFL is giving djt/the white house. This is a band that is:
Made entirely of openly bisexual/queer men
Made entirely of men who are vocal about being raised by single mothers on welfare
One of their members was adopted and raised by a Black woman and has said he "understands how his mother could hate 'the white man' and love him with her whole soul."
Were the first band to say, "No Trump, No KKK, No Fascist/MAGA U.S.A." on live television without ANY warning.
Literally released a song last year called, "The American Dream Is Killing Me"
Only hires ALL FEMALE bands to open for them to address inequality in the music industry
OPENLY tells trump supporters they are not welcome at their concerts.
Anyway, Enjoy Feb. 8th Magats! You're gonna hate it. :)
Very Alex Coded.
I found it here if you're interested.
Life Update (alternative title: MJ is Vulnerable On Main)
Hey y’all! It’s been a hot minute, and I’m sorry for that. I have a lot of commitments outstanding, and I promise they’re on my mind, but I wanted to give a bit of an update and generally push myself to do something that very much does not come naturally lol—actually open myself up for help.
It’s not any kind of secret on here that I’ve been on HRT and going through medical transition for… god, nearly 20 months now? That is WILD. And you know what? I fucking love being on testosterone. I love my lower voice, I love my beard that only really stopped being a neckbeard in the last couple of months (still waiting on a moustache to come meet it though), I love how much easier it is to build muscle in the gym now… gender euphoria my beloved.
I’m definitely at the point mental health wise where top surgery has become a priority. So I reached out to the (singular!!!) surgeon who does top surgery in my region for a guidance on costs and… holy shit. It is, uh, quite a bit more than I was expecting.
I’m studying full time right now, and I’m really privileged to be able to do that on my spouse’s salary, but that salary definitely does not extend to “can find $30,000 for surgery in the next 6-8 months”. And that publicly funded option I talked about in this ask? Yeah… turns out that is just straight up not available anymore. The surgeon that was doing public top surgery in my region just… isn’t, anymore. And there don’t really seem to be any actions in the works to replace him. So there’s not really a fallback option anymore. Fun times.
All of this is to say that I’ve spent the last week revamping my Ko-Fi store. It’s now in NZD, because converting the costs of everything was super annoying—$10 NZD is a little over $6 USD right now, or about £4.50, or just over €5. I previously had a lot of mug base options (different colours etc) that I’m no longer offering, because I had to get those shipped to me from the other end of Aotearoa and in order for the shipping to be even remotely cost-effective I had to order, like, minimum of 10 at a time. Whereas the white mugs are stocked locally and I can buy them in smaller quantities. I also wanted to add some stuff that’s a bit easier to post overseas, including 3D printed jewellery, and also stickers which can be posted in an envelope and so aren’t subject to tariffs for those of you in the US. I’ve also been considering writing original short stories and selling them on the store as well, so like… if you have something you’re burning to see written, hit me up. You might get lucky.
I don’t like doing this. I have a pathological distaste of asking for help in any capacity, which is definitely not rooted in ANY childhood issues shut up. Which is why I want to have the store up, so I can at least feel like people have the option to get something in return. And I honestly feel really weird about it because I KNOW I’m in a much better position than I lot of other folks. And ultimately, whatever I don’t have squirrelled away in six-ish months I’ll borrow, because there’s really no option for me to end 2026 without top surgery.
But, hey. If you have a little something to spare and my writing has ever made you feel your feelings, or you wanna get some good deeds done during Lent, or whatever your reasoning—I would really, really appreciate a purchase or a straight donation into the detittyfication jar. If not, I also deeply value love/good vibes/whatever energy you wanna send my way. The real world can be a bit of a terrifying hellscape, but fandom is and will always be my home ❤️🏳️⚧️
Contribute to MJ's top surgery fund!
I’m a firm believer in supporting our peeps in whatever way we can so if you can float some abundance MJ’s way, please do so with love!!! We all need each other!
Great Egret dancing, Hungary. Photo by Bence Máté
I love this man so much.
Abolish ICE is the moderate position.
Same difference.
We must have universal healthcare NOW.