anonymous asked:

Talk about queer coding :D And about how a few dribbles of milk have gathered in the corner of his mouth :)

Hi! So this has the potential to be a very wordy post but I’m gonna keep is brief because I’m already seeing bits and pieces of it in other, existing posts. 

First off! To say milk itself, as a substance, is intrinsically queer coded is actually too presumptuous. It’s more like milk is often used as suggestive/sexual substance, mostly because is visually connotes semen (sorry it’s just true). Go watch Fergie’s M.I.L.F  or Miley’s Dooo It! videos or check out this Nicki Minaj shoot for reference. And there are plenty more where those come from. 

Anyway, because milk ALREADY carries that symbolic weight, it’s common to signal or indicate a male character’s potential queerness using milk. Like a dude chugging a bottle of milk, especially with the little dribble you mentioned…it’s suggestive. Look at the trailer for SKAM’s season three to see exactly what I mean. They straight up introduced the theme of Isak’s sexuality with an carton of milk exploding in slow-mo all over his face while he watches a bunch of sweaty boys whip each other with towels in a locker room. 

Possibly the most famous and relevant example of milk queering a character is in Rebel Without a Cause, which is in many ways still famous because it has one of the most obvious portrayals of queer youth in Hay’s code era cinema. (Not to mention it’s queer director and queer actors!) In Rebel, there’s this super memorable scene where Jim, Jame’s Dean’s character, takes a long swig from a glass milk bottle before sensually pressing it to his cheek, as if to cool himself down. It’s very sexy and very suggestive and that character is definitely struggling with his sexuality for the duration of the film. Plus, James Dean is bisexual and was well aware of the intention/signaling behind that role/gesture. 

Also, If you want to read more about how Rebel is super gay, here’s a good concise summary. 

In conclusion! I don’t think the photographer or anyone involved in that shoot necessarily meant for it to seem queer or sexy or sexy in a specifically queer way. I don’t know if it’s a Rebel Without a Cause reference or not. I just know when I saw that pictures my eyes got really big and I started sweating and blushing, and here’s why!!!

cowrintimrousbeastie  asked:

Hi, I just wanted to reach out and thank you so so much for sharing your wonderful talent with this fandom! I love your work and I'm astounded by how prolific you are. That brain of yours packs a universe of creativity and imagination. It is hard for me to pick a favourite story but I have to say "My favorite mistake" has always been high on my list since I read the first chapter I while ago. But I also hold "Flor Pálida" and "Cagamosis" (one of your word dribbles) close to my heart.

Thank you so much for this spontaneous note! I didn’t expect it at all, which makes it even more special. I am so glad you enjoy My Favorite Mistake. I’m very caught up with that story right now and I’m having fun with it. I had to look up “Cagamosis” because I’d forgotten about it - that one is a peculiar little piece, because it’s Everlark but from Madge’s POV but I enjoyed the challenge of writing it. I feel guilty about Flor Palida because I am planning to write it as an original and pulled the story. If you are interested in this particular tale, you can follow me over at, my tumblr home for original fiction. I will be working on it  in the fall (I’ve got a few things that I’m working on till then). This note really made my day!

Originally posted by gameraboy

When the sorcerer found the dragon, it was attacking a grape.

This was only possible because the dragon was not much larger than a grape itself, but she still had to do a double take to be sure the object it was fighting with such animosity was in fact inanimate.

She crouched so that her eyes were level with the top of the table and squinted at it. The dragon sank its tiny fangs into the grape’s skin and gave a great tug, succeeding only in throwing it and the grape into a backwards tumble. The tiny green reptile rolled to a stop with its whole body wrapped around the grape and shook its head ferociously, managing to pull its teeth out but also launching the grape across the table. It gave a mighty roar of anger (about as loud as a human clearing their throat) and stalked after it, tail swishing dangerously.

“Do you need help?” she offered.

The dragon froze mid-prowl and whipped its head around to look at her, looking so offended she almost apologized for asking.

“I mean, I could peel it for you, if that’s the problem.” She wasn’t sure it was getting the message. One could never tell how much human language these little creatures picked up by hanging around the magic labs. Some understood only such essentials as “scat!” or “oh fuck, that sure did just explode”, while others could hold entire conversations — if they deigned to interact.

This one looked like it was deciding whether she was worthy. Finally, it sniffed daintily and flicked its tail, scales clacking together. “Little monster is my prey, and you can’t have it. Found it first. Will devour it!”

“Oh, sure,” she agreed. “But you know it’s a grape, right?”

This was the wrong thing to say. It glared at her and then bounded away to the other end of the table, where it slithered up to the grape and pounced on it.

Grape and dragon promptly rolled off the edge of the table.

The sorcerer quickly went around to that side, alarmed that it would be stepped on. The labs were bustling with shoppers stopping by to watch demonstrations this time of day, and a small dragon wouldn’t be easily visible on the blue and green tiled floor.

“Horrible! Dirty!” The tiny dragon was screeching at the top of its lungs, holding onto its prey for dear life. It would have been hard to hear anyway, with all the noise of the labs, but with the sorcerer’s diminished hearing it took several seconds to locate the screaming creature.

She scanned the pattern of the tiles for it and sighed. “Oh, hold on, we mopped this morning.” She cupped her hands around it and deposited it into her skirt pocket, an indignity the dragon endured only with more screaming.

“An outrage! Put me down!”

“Shh,” she advised. Lab workers were strongly discouraged from bringing creatures into the back rooms, which was where she was heading, picking her way through the crowded front lab.

“Fuck pockets!” her pocket responded.

“Oh, you can curse. Wonderful.”

The dragon seemed to take this as an actual compliment. “Am multitalented. Can also compose poetry.”

“Really? Can I hear some?”

“No. For dragon ears only.” It sounded viciously pleased to hold this over her head. The bulge in her pocket rearranged itself, and she thought it might be trying to gnaw on the grape.

She felt herself smiling even as she tried to squash her mouth into a straight line. She liked this little bad-tempered thing, even though its spiky feet were digging into her thigh.

In the much quieter kitchen of the back rooms behind the lab, she transferred the wriggling, scaly handful from her pocket to the table. The dragon hissed out a few more insults as it got up and straightened itself out, but its jaw fell open when it finally took in its surroundings. She’d set it down next to the fruit bowl.

“There you go. Food mountain.”

The dragon’s shock didn’t last long. Abandoning the grape, it scraped and scrabbled its way up the side of the bowl and from there onto an apple, its claws leaving tiny puncture marks as it hiked to the top of the arrangement. “Food mountain!” It repeated, its gleeful crowing much clearer and almost sing-song without having to compete with the noise of the crowd.

She watched it turn in a circle, surveying the feast. “But… cannot eat it all,” it observed after a while, crestfallen. “Human-sized. Big shame.”

“Don’t you have nest-mates who can help you with it?” she asked. She had assumed not, from the way it had apparently been foraging for food on its own, but she needed to be sure she’d found a loner.

“No nest. No mates. No nest-mates. You’re rude.” It flopped down ungracefully, wings spread out flat on the apple like it was trying to hug the entire much-larger fruit.

She gave it a moment to be dramatic, and then offered it the grape, minus the peel. “You seem to have a good grasp on human-speak.”

It grabbed the grape without so much as a thank you. “Yes. Have composed poetry in both Dragonese and Humanese. Not for humans to hear, though.” Bragging cheered it up a little.

“You mentioned. I can’t hear very well, anyway.” She pulled up a stool and sat down. “Actually, I’ve been looking for a helper.”

“An assistant,” it said, apparently showing off its Humanese. “An attendant. An aid.”

She watched it bury its snout in the grape, juice dribbling down onto the apple it sat on. “Yes. A hearing aid. How would you feel about having a job?”

It smiled craftily. “Would feel positively, if job comes with chocolate chips.”

“It could,” she said, grinning. She had some friends who employed bird-sized dragons as messengers, but this was the first time she’d heard of one negotiating its salary for itself. “It certainly could. What’s your name?”

“Peep,” said Peep. “It is self-explanatory.”

“Don’t worry, I got it.”

Peep expressed its doubt that humans ever got anything, but she thought the tiny, prickly creature might be warming up to her.