harringrove but billy meets steve and from then on is attracted to steve and only steve
they ask billy if he’s an ass or tits guy and he says tits while thinking of steve’s pecs
two days later they’re like “haha you said you were a tits guy, right billy?” and billy says that no, he’s an ass guy while staring straight (hehe) at steve’s ass as he’s bent over tying his shoes
days after, he loudly declares that he’s actually a thigh guy when he gets a peek of steve’s thighs in his tiny little gym shorts
he hears steve tell a joke and he’s like “actually, i prefer them to have a wonderful personality” and then like two hours later he’s saying that he prefers it when they have big brown eyes like a baby cow
billy gets a peek at steve’s ankles and he’s clenching his fists from all the sexual frustration and mentally apologizing to the dudes from the 1800s because he gets it, and peek of someone’s ankle is one of the most scandalous things ever (it’s truly not, he’s just that into steve)
they’re at a house party playing 20 questions and when it’s billy’s turn he’s immediately turning towards steve like “DO YOU LIKE BOYS, YES OR NO?” and when steve says yes, billy picks him up and throws him over his shoulder as he makes his way into the nearest bedroom while calling loudly over his shoulder “WE’RE PLAYING 7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN NOW.” they’re stuck in there for an hour and when they eventually leave, steve’s stumbling around like a baby deer and looking like he got mauled by a bear and billy is smug and strutting around like a peacock and loudly telling everyone that yeah, actually, he is an ass man indeed and also steve is his now, no one touch him.
Sometimes it baffles me how. Queer Harry is. (Dresden, for those who are my mutuals and are unfamiliar with Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden, the idiot wizard with 18 books and more on the way to his name)
like. genuinely.
ramble under the cut 👍
I will not have read the Dresden Files in a while— any of them— read the descriptions or Mr. Jimothy Butcher’s words, and I will go “nahhh my brain is just making it far more gay than it is. he’s a straight guy and it’s just weirdly homoerotic to my vision because I, myself, am bi, and bc Butcher just writes like that. Men, women, and our lovely creatures.”
And then I will fucking reread something and go “holy goddamn motherfuck you are so repressed and bisexual it hurts me.” First book. Marcone is prominent and has ONE AND A HALF PAGES (in mine) dedicated to describing THE ENTIRETY of how HANDSOME HE IS. HOW FUCKING PRETTY he is. This is not helped by literally every book Marcone is in he’s described as handsome or gorgeous or some fucking variation. Every single time. Harry we know he’s pretty. We KNOW. We kNOW YOU LIKE HIS EYES OH MY G—
Nicodemus, Michael, Thomas, Erkling, Donar, Goodman Grey (I’m pretty sure. I don’t 100% remember for him), Kincaid— all the men he regularly interacts with, has been described as hot at least once.
I’m looking at you “like silk over gravel” as a description for Nicodemus’ voice. Nara has infected me with too much commentary on you two for me to be normal about your interactions anymore. 🫡🤭
But back. Vaguely on track— I hope y'all realize by now this is literally me just walking down a road with no clear path or intention in it— I originally started this post because God. I was thinking about all the queerness, the denial, and then just going back into it and specifically that whole cycle with Marcone— because I was originally thinking about the scene(s) in Battle Ground where Harry screams a noise(? I don’t think it was ever specified what noise he made, but it was loud enough to catch Marcone’s attention) and gets him to dodge an attack, and then of course the Reveal, and the laughing and holding hands on the beach after working together— and how all the scenes throughout the books and COMICS/GRAPHIC NOVELS (the dream sequence in Dog Men [and also the scene in Wild Card where, frankly, Puck calls them the fuck out and says “wow. old married couple.” rent free, thank you.] and the entirety of Down Town when I get you Dog Men and Down Town) has Harry worry and fret over Marcone’s life and safety.
And then by the next book/story, we’re back at square one.
(Except for a few books, like in The Law which sent me over the moon to read THOSE paragraph)
which is. FRUSTRATING. As you can imagine. Not just as a shipper, but as someone who enjoys their dynamics— and CLEARLY. CLEARLY SO DOES THE WRITER. AND ALSO MARCONE THE CHARACTER HIMSELF. I COULD WRITE AN ENTIRE THESIS ON HOW DOWN BAD THAT MAFIA DON IS, BUT I WONT. BECAUSE THERES PLENTY OF FANFIC THAT DOES IT FOR ME.
ahem.
I think about Harry being so so repressed and Queer and think about how Harry insists John is one of the bad guys and how PRETTY he is and how WELL he gets on with him when they actually put their heads together and even snapping at one another there’s some camaraderie in it and I slam my head into a wall about the whole Christian type mentality of “temptation is beauty” thing that Harry has going on and one of his main standing points is he won’t go with evil especially if it’s pretty. Lash, Lara, Mab, Bianca, etc.. And this man is courting so many “evils” right now because they’re all women and I just go HARRY. OH MY GOD. ITS THREE AM AND I CANNOT BE HAVING IT WITH YOU.
I simultaneously hope Harry in Mirror, Mirror will have the evil bisexual counterpart trope happening because Jesus Christ at least we can all put our heads in our hands and go FINALLY. YOU QUEER BISEXUAL BASTARD. but on the other the whole thing about not doing that because it’s bad rep and bad publicity yadda yadda let me have my evil queer folk Star Trek style.
all in all. I hope Harry’s egg cracks or he kisses a guy and realizes some things and maybe that cracks the egg. Fuck. Whatever comes first
tiktok gave me the ick so hard after blatantly kissing donald trump’s flabby ass, that i no longer want to use the app i previously thought i was so addicted to.
doom scrolling on any social media platform is bad for you, don’t get me wrong, but i never realized just how awful doom scrolling on tiktok made me feel until i went cold turkey. now if i can just do the same with twitter…
