#variousqueerthings

I was tagged by @variousqueerthings Thank you, friend! <3 The films are not in any specific order and well, I have a lot of fav films, so ten is just a sample lol. Feel free to ask about the films if the gifs catch your interest.

Tagging @macchiatosdumptruck @incognitomoustache @wicked-jade @ladybundle @mysticalsadgirl @amorphousgenderlesscryptid @deltamachine2013 @lenny-kosnowski @aeon-of-neon @neurotoxinsonline

Gifs under cut:

make me choose

(any of your fandoms, including that Ioan Gruffud, I do like that man) (but any of them !!)

-- VQT

IOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN

Fight Cobra Kai You close the door behind you, misjudging the hinges, and it slams harder than you intend. It makes you flinch, but you play it cool by readjusting your shirt. As you start for the beach, you fight the urge to look back. He's either following you or he's not, and you're not about to make a scene by forcing him.

Forever A cough brings her out of the fog. She's still staring at the stranger's face, that isn't so strange at all. His expression has changed. If a face can say "I'm torn between fight and flight," his is now.

Yes (Forever) "Wait."

Henry blinks.

"Lucas -- "

"I'm having an a-ha moment."

Henry sighs. Nothing has indeed changed.

"The antiques."

"Yes?"

"Those are all yours."

"Well, not all of them," he says, thinking of a particularly ghastly horse and frowning.

I'm sharing a sentences from my "While you were sleeping" WIP I just want you to know who I am, which is about Jack coming out to Lucy as bisexual:

This was their happily ever after, so what reason could there be for him to look so mournful.

He hadn't even noticed her come in, when usually he'd run up to the front door to greet her the second he'd hear her steps on the front porch.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you!” she gingerly walked up to the couch and sat next to him.

Now that she thought back to it, a newspaper had been spread out on the coffee table in front of Jack when she came in…

(The) kids having been put to bed, it was just her and Jack in their small but cozy bedroom.

(cheated a little at the last one, but nothing started with just "K")

tagging @variousqueerthings @macchiatosdumptruck @creepysora

@amymone69 @wicked-jade @aeon-of-neon @enigma731

(no pressure of course) plus anyone who wants to do this!

you made me pull up the only WIP i'm willing to share that's not actively something i'm writing!!! and I know I've talked lengths about it with you at some point so uh yeah so

💌 share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited

this is a Samtory piece I started wayback tailend of 2022, just a few weeks after the S5 drop. it's meant to be the aftermath of Tory's involvement with Silver's Cobra Kai, pre-Sekai Taikai, and at this point Sam has been actively trying to trickle down some Miyagi-Do lore on Tory by actually introducing the OG (dead) sensei himself. Tory on the other hand leans into the spark between her and Sam throughout the night, especially now that they're not fighting (though not exactly friends friends yet, either).

Tory wants her to know that the first time she had ever truly felt love wasn’t from karate, nor being pulled out of what seemed to be perpetual damnation, but from the cemetery. And if she were to clarify: yes, the cemetery, which was (not-so) oddly the place where Tory only ever felt alive alive.  So she waits. It is exactly ten in the evening, and she’s hugging herself, wearing a sweater lined with some specific type of fleece material. She suddenly remembers that it’s terry, but then she swats the thought away before it could metastasize. This particular night weather feels simultaneously comforting and her, in part of the rendezvous and what’s going to happen once they hit the park. It will be the second time she’ll ride in LaRusso’s car; she doesn’t know why this makes her heart race. The least she can remember is that the seats were cushioned, and sitting in it felt too premium enough that her ass could never afford to sit in it again.  Until now, of course. Maybe that’s why she’s jittery.

at some point, I thought about picking this story up as my contribution to the Zombie prompt in CK Halloween '24, but alas, time could never. I also sought this out to be a multi-page comic, and honestly the idea is still festering within me! I'll see if I can build upon the bricks so that a base is formed, but an ending is there, and if it ends up being a multi-parter as I always somehow end up unconsciously doing, then it's there!

🌿how does creating make you feel?

my relationship with Creation in all forms wasn't the smoothest peaks and valleys -- more like a jagged, asymmetric set of teeth -- and it was only until my mid-20s did I sorta piece together that I was tons egotistical about the work I've done (in yearning for Metrics) without doing the damn work. thinking that way unfortunately left me out of many opportunities within the communities I was in, and sometime this year i thought i'd make slight changes to it. things did change for the better too with the milestones i've passed, it's now more of just doing the hard work consistently and making time for things I guess.