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I have a lot of feelings about Psych. A black male lead that doesn’t fall into stereotypes. A cop-adjacent show that doesn’t prop up the police as infallible or even necessarily good. A genuinely compelling m/f romance that wasn’t forced. Not textually queer but the undercurrent of queerness isn’t treated like a joke (mostly). A complicated father-son relationship that doesn’t paint either party as irredeemable. A cast of main characters that are clearly neurodivergent but are accepted with love. A comedy show that doesn’t shy away from serious emotions when it needs to.
So you know all those fics where Ilya and Shane meet in Vermont and have like, sleepy motel sex or whatever? That, but instead, they buy a house halfway between Montreal and Ottawa.
Ilya unlocks his phone, and navigates to the realtor app, which is already open to the page he wants. It’s a massive five bedroom home on the bank of the Ottawa River. There’s a dock and a pool and a finished basement that Ilya can already see filled with their exercise equipment. It’s the only house on the street, with farmland on either side. There’s a four car garage. Shane yawns again and looks at the picture, frowning. “Is this the place you’re looking at in Ottawa?”
"It’s not in Ottawa." Ilya says, "It’s in a town called Hawkesbury. It’s an hour away from the arena.” Shane’s forehead crinkles, obviously wondering why Ilya would want to drive an hour to every game, so he continues before he can ask. “And it’s an hour from the Bell Centre.”
“Wait. What?”
Ilya has been thinking about how to say this for a couple weeks now, ever since he first started poking around a map of the distance between Ottawa and Montreal. “I want to live with you. I want us to buy this house - or another one if you don’t like this one - and live together as much as we can with our schedules. You can keep your apartment near the arena, and I’ll buy one in Ottawa too and we can stay in those if we’re too tired to drive or have to be back later or -” he waves a hand, “whatever. If people need to come over. Those apartments can be where that happens. And our official addresses. But the rest of the time,” he reaches out and takes Shane’s hand, can’t look him in the eyes, but can run their fingers together, “I want to be with you whenever we can.” He looks up at Shane, to find him looking down at the phone, fingers scrolling through the photos and a soft look on his face. It gives him courage, so he continues. “I miss you.” Shane looks up at that, smiling, and Ilya can’t not smile back, it’s impossible. “And I know, it’ll be a lot of driving. If we only have practice it’ll be two hour round trip. And an early flight will be horrible but -” he hesitates, squeezing the hand he’s holding, and makes himself continue, “I want to live with you. I want to go to sleep in a bed that’s ours. I want your gross bird food in our fridge. I want your stupid boring car in our garage next to my cool car. I want -”
He’s cut off then as Shane surges forward and kisses him, one hand coming up to grip his hair as tightens the hold on their hands together. The kiss is hot and hard and Shane gives himself over to it completely. After a far too short amount of time, Shane pulls away, but not too far, resting their foreheads together. “That’s the best idea I’ve ever heard. Fuck I love you so much.”
couldn’t stop thinking about these two after i finished awtwb. I can’t put into words how much I adore this series and it’s characters; Thankyou @rainbowrowell and everyone who made these books so magical <3
shane and ilya once a week getting into a disagreement over something going "you wanna bet on it? twenty bucks" and they just pass the same twenty bucks back and forth forever. that beat up twenty is their bragging rights for winning a stupid argument.
Hello dear friends. I hope everyone is doing alright. This year is absolutely racing by. I've been working on Monsters, which ... GOD I am so close to done. I have one more particularly difficult chapter to finish writing, mostly hard because it needs to be short but also contain a good bit of information. Then the rest I really think (HOPE) is going to go fast. I would love to start posting again in May. THIS IS THE GOAL.
I've been aggressively editing the next chapter to get it ready, it was a little bit of a mess but thanks to my exceptional betas I am getting a lot closer to where I want to be. Here is one heart-pounding moment, for your enjoyment.
“Baz?” I ask through the door, smacking the wood with my palm. “If you’re there, let me in.”
A long, uncomfortable moment passes. Silence. Remembering how I’d woken from the spell, I clap my hands together. It echoes down the stairs with its force, surely sharp enough to reach his ears.
I do it once. Twice. Three times.
“Baz, please. Hear me,” I beg, pressing my ear against the door, met only by the deafening rush of my own racing heart. “Heart, please—please, it’s Simon. Please let me in.”
More silence.
“Fuck,” I rasp, knocking my forehead against the wood.
I’ve never needed a door to reach him. And I will fucking reach him.
I turn and rush back down the stairs.
my two long-time sleeper obsessions finally converged so I took a crack at designing Steve and Eddie as spideypool. Years late in joining as is my usual but if there's anyone still tuning in please enjoy
Imagine you spend years and years building up a queer community for you and your loved ones. You fill an entire street with queer people: single queers, queer families, queer groups of all kinds. Things aren't perfect, but sometimes it feels like it is, you know? Even the people here you don't particularly like are still your community, your family. When it comes to oppression, you've got each other's backs.
The community grows enough that non-queer people learn about it, too. And that's fine, but there are still a lot of bigots out there, and you don't want them coming in and hurting anyone. So you keep an eye out. You like to meet everyone who moves in, even if just briefly to welcome them.
Then one day, you see someone new. You can tell he's queer—you've got a good enough gaydar after all this time—but he looks nervous, shifty. He's not talking to anyone, just standing alone with a drink he isn't even drinking, so you go and introduce yourself.
He lies to you immediately.
You don't call him on his lie. Instead, you stay calm, casual, you ask more questions—and he just keeps lying.
You obviously can't trust him, but you keep talking to him, trying to work out what his deal is. From some of his answers, you get the idea that he hasn't known many queer people. He doesn't know queer culture. He believes stereotypes. Eventually, you work out that he's from an evangelical background, which helps you make sense of some of it.
You take him outside and you show him the street, the shops, the homes. Rainbows are on every building. Men are holding hands with men. Women are holding hands with women. Gender fuckery is everywhere you look.
He's listening to you and looking around, and the facade he's been holding melts away. He's never seen so many queer people before, happy, laughing, open, free. He didn't know such a place was possible. His eyes are shining with tears, and when he finally looks at you again, he's actually smiling. It's the most honest he's been with you so far. Your heart aches for him, for what he's been through, for how lonely he is. You're still cautious about him, but you can see he needs help. You want to help him.
The first time you meet his friends, they attack you. One of them tries to kill you, you have to fight him off—another threatens to burn your home to the ground. The young queer guy begs his friends not to hurt you, but he also begs you not to leave. He says they need your help finding their friend, who recently went missing in the area.
His friends (including the missing one) are all conservative republicans who think queer people have no right to exist. They know he's queer, though, and they haven't rejected him—but only because he agrees with them that queerness is wrong, only because he sees it as a flaw in himself, only because he represses his desires and abstains from acting on them.
He's the only good one, they say. You and yours are all bad ones. They make it clear that, even if you help them, they'll still want to kill you and burn everything you've built. They'll always see you as evil, defective, an enemy. At the same time, you're probably the only one who can help them find their friend.
What do you do?
refuse to help at all, knowing they will continue to be a threat
genuinely help them, no strings attached, hoping their values will change
say you'll help but set a trap* to separate the queer from his friends
say you'll help but set a trap* to get all of them, including the queer one
other/ see results
Voting ended onMar 24
*The traps aren't guaranteed to kill them, but also aren't guaranteed to not kill them.
Simon Snow Trilogy fans, if you’re a formerly talented & gifted (or your country’s version) student currently experiencing burnout, tell me: of the three books, which is your favorite and why is it Wayward Son?
Been thinking a lottttttt lately about how Jacob Tierney is friends with Rainbow Rowell... And his very faithful book adaptation of Heated Rivalry... And queer media and general... And a certain queer fantasy book series in specific... Lord I've seen what you've done for others
@rainbowrowell I know it's probably never gonna happen but man imagine the Simon series in his hands I'd die
Another way to support and show love to Hudson Williams is to watch and comment on his short films. I'm providing a list below. He didn't act in every film, but he worked on these films in some capacity whether it's in front of the camera or behind the scenes. Please make sure to show love to his co-stars and co-creators too. Also, please pay attention to content warnings.
And… Action!
And... Release!
Brim Reaper
Buttons
CHAD GPT
Detective Ultra
Devil Makes Three
Dogging (TW: Domestic Violence)
A Girl Dies
A Heist of the Heart
Hold your Back (TW: Domestic Violence)
Inside Augustine Mendoza's Quotidian Apartment
The Interview
Jump (TW: Depression/Suicidal Ideation)
KTFO
Lights On (Music Video)
Metal Fist Death Punch
Off Objective
Over the Edge (TW: Depression/Suicidal Ideation)
Peace of Mind
Peaceful Protest Turned Heated Rivalry
Sanctuary
Snow Angel (TW: Drugs/Violence)
Soakers (TW: Sexual Content)
Super Support
Supper Support 2
The Ticket
The Walls
Edited to add The Walls! Thank you @huddywilliamss for the reminder!
@bugofhearts this is crazy we can't be combining these two things that I like i am going to go insane, because you're Right, you're so Right. magic to simon is like hockey to shane. ughhh what if the thing that makes who you are was also killing you? what if the thing you love didn't love you back?
