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was really fun designing the spideysuit hehe

amadeo: coming from the latin “amadeus;” an italian given name meaning “lover of God,” or “loved by God.”

Why don't you kiss my ass, killer.

Or another one where Ryan visiting Naim at uni. He meets Naim's friends, watches him effortlessly slip into this whole other side of him, and can't stop smiling to himself. They grab lunch together, cafeteria date or somthing Ryan listening with genuine interest as Naim talks about classes, projects, and everything. He's so ridiculously proud of him, proud of whatever Naim has accomplished, and quietly proud that he's been able to provide that to Naim, naim's education. the chance for naim to have a future, somthing as important to himself as this. Maybe Ryan notices another guy from Naim's class who's into drawing too. They start talking about art, laughing over techniques and sketchbooks, and Ryan feels that tiny, ugly stab of jealousy settle in his chest before he can stop it. They seem to have so much in common. But Naim notices immediately, he naturally pulls Ryan into the conversation, pointing out all the things he and Ryan share instead. the countless little habits, jokes, interests, and pieces of each other they've collected over the years. More than Ryan ever gives himself credit for.

Won't mind some angst too. of course before all this could happen. for just a split second, they'll freeze. Seeing one another suddenly. The old fear creeps in before either of them can stop it. That they're seeing the entity. That the people around them won't see what they see, that they would get hurt by the one standing in front of them . Until they are not. Run into the warmth and softness of each other instead.

Or while living that sweet moments of each other's laughing and interacting.The awful thought that this isn't real. Cant help but think that everything they've built is just a warm dream. about to come crashing down. But then they knew. When someone asks Ryan a question, he would answer playfully. Or when Someone else laughs at one of Naim's jokes. They would kiss or hold hands. their friends look at both of them like there's nothing unusual at all. And just like that, They're real. They're both here. And everyone else can see it too.

What a gorgeous headcannon, Anon. This is so thoughtful and sweet. I think they would have many of these moments over the course of starting out together, the high and low moments of sharing friendships and learning about one another, while also navigating jealousy and latent codependency.

I think it will be a challenge to actually grow into having solid friend groups, after so many years of being one another sole confidant and support network. Privacy is a luxury, and I can imagine that they might feel possessive, territorial even, of their space and independence they have at either work or uni. Maybe they don’t visit often, except to pick one another up. Eventually someone in their orbit says “hey, why don’t you ever bring him around?” , so they test the waters, an after work event there, a school hangout there, until they realize, hey, I CAN have both.

ryan exhibiting cruelty towards naim before they became romantically involved is not "poor writing". we did not "narrowly escape the bully x victim trope". ryan and naim are BOTH victims of the pressures of homophobic society and their intial interactions having a brutal colour is meant to demonstrate this. we're not forgetting that adrian chiarella is a gay man yes? who grew up in australia and spent portions of his youth in an industrial town similar to bandee? say what you will but ryan whelan is a character born of an gay man's lived experience growing up in australia. yes queer men's internalised homophobia manifesting as bullying against other gay men is cross cultural, but i cant help but put emphasis on the australian setting of leviticus when analysing adrian's initial writing choices. tall poppy syndrome gets thrown around a lot—australians being unable to celebrate other's successes, having the tendency to cut each other down, targeted insults enforced as social ritual. australia actively promotes and idealises the rough, hypermasculine man who use misogynistic, homophobic, and racist language as currency. the crueler the comment, the more power you hold in a social interaction. taking that cruelty on the chin and returning it with equal fire is the accepted social norm. cannot emphasise enough how many times have i seen a person ridiculed for "not being able to take a joke". in australia, a person responding poorly to an insult is deemed a greater sin than the insult itself. showing that something hurts, that a comment made against you cut deep, is unforgivable weakness. if not spitting poison back in the face of the person who fed it to you, at the very least you should learn how to fucking swallow.

adrian wrote ryan whelan knowing what australian teenage boys are like, and each teenage boy he serves us deals with their queerness in a difference way. hunter is in complete denial, going to his death without ever admitting who he is. naim knows who he is but buries it deep, so unmoored by fear he cannot accept his queerness while knowing it is hated. unlike both hunter and naim, ryan is not deluded about his queerness. ryan knows he's gay and has accepted it as something that will not change (pre-ritual talk w hunter - "he thinks he can make it stop"), but he also knows his community would reject him for it if they knew. so being 17, having no reason to risk otherwise, he does what is expected of him to fit in with the crowd—which is call the wimpy new kid a fag, and loftily throw in a comment about touching a girl's tits for some extra misogynistic flair (bc yk. why not). stacy himself has said that's exactly what he found interesting abt ryan's character. the masculine facade ryan has worked so hard to uphold as his armour becomes dismantled because of his affection for naim. and it's called armour for a reason. gay men dealing with internalised homophobia aren't bullies for funsies. they harm because if they don't they get harmed. once ryan is outed and his performance rings false, he is forced to face society's rejection of his queerness without protection. ryan the bully becomes ryan the bullied.

also can i just say that leviticus is ryan's coming of age as much as it is naim's, and the core of ryan's maturation is him deciding that his queerness and feelings for naim are more important to him than acceptance into the hypermasculine australian ideal. the only glimpse we get in the film of how ryan has been indulging his queerness is with hunter, but that relationship is violent and lustful—something that doesn't entirely conflict with ryan's masculine performance. hunter hurts him, but ryan hurts him back. their intimacy is a violent struggle, fitting the mould of familiar push and pull for power that their society demands of men. but when ryan kisses naim, naim surrenders to ryan's touch, kisses him back without the price of blood. it's only through the tender intimacy he shares with naim that ryan learns to reject all he has been taught about the necessity of violence and cruelty. he goes from mocking, insulting, taunting naim with the his fears and roughly pushing him around, to defending naim from others with a protective hand on his back, talking naim down from wet-eyed panic with softly spoken words. in a pivotal moment of change, he does what would be unthinkable for the ryan we meet at the beginning of the film—he puts himself at naim's mercy by confessing exactly how much naim means to him. i don't want it to look like some other dickhead. i want it to look like you. how much more does that confession mean when we understand the armour he had to shed to get there? how much more does ryan's tenderness stand out when we know the cruelty he had to unlearn? ryan's care and sensitive treatment of naim becomes something earned, something he fought for against society's expectations of him. ryan's love for naim is the catalyst for his self acceptance, and him leaving bandee behind at the end of the film signifies him leaving behind his need to conceal his queerness with masculine cruelty and violence. whether or not naim had met ryan at the bus stop ryan's character arc still would've mattered. we're just incredibly lucky that this story was written by a queer man who knows how much a happy ending means for queer audiences. the boys get to come of age together, and we get to see queer suffering conclude with on a hopeful note.