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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works
being worshipped is a breeze (21697 words) by vowelinthug
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Black Sails
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Captain Flint/John Silver
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - The Road to El Dorado Fusion, i can’t believe that was already a tag
Summary:

“Count your blessings, keep them sweet is my advice”

A season 2 Road to El Dorado AU where Flint and Silver say “fuck it” to the Warship, wander through the wilderness, and get mistaken for Gods.

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Queer Revolution, Zombie Uprisings, and the problem with M. R. Carey’s The Boy on the Bridge
I was excited to read M. R. Carey’s The Boy on the Bridge; I requested it months in advance from the library where I work, and when I…
By Christine Prevas

Carey’s original novel is a treasure trove of ethical dilemmas, examining the morality of scientific experimentation, the rights of the hungry children as not-human but not-quite-monster, the questionable prioritization of human life over a kind of life that is not yet understood. Monster theory, for years, has told us that where there is a monster, in fiction, there is a mirror of someone or something marginalized. After all, that’s what monsters are: warnings of what lies beyond the border of what is socially acceptable, reminders of the consequences of breaking the rules. Monsters have always been signposts for what their societies fear the most: the racial Other, the independent woman, the transgressive queer. Carey’s monsters, the hungry children like Melanie, are no different; they are a sympathetic allegory for any community oppressed or marginalized by society and by its institutions.

When, at the end of Gifts, Melanie burns down the formerly prevailing social order and claims the world for herself and her kind, it is a revolution. It is a statement of protest in a world so broken that the only way to improve society is to start over from scratch.

But at the ending of Bridge, the now-matured hungry children set out to help the remaining humans from Beacon, now living in the Scottish mountains, offering their time and labor to produce and procure food, and to set off across the globe in search of any other survivors. Rather than providing us with an insight into what the world has become, in the hands of the hungry children and free of the civilization that tried to eradicate them, Bridge returns the world, in its way, to the remnants of that civilization.

We Need to Talk

Harry liked Malfoy.

It was still pretty weird to admit. He didn’t know if he’d ever really get used to the fact that he and the boy he had hated so much had ended up here.

Here being inside a small broom cupboard on the third floor. Malfoy’s arms loosely draped around his waist. Harry resting against him and gripping the sides of Malfoy’s shirt while resting his forehead on the other boy’s shoulder. Both boys trying to even out their breathing after a heated snog session.

He liked this. And he was pretty sure Malfoy liked it too. He certainly hadn’t complained when Harry had stuck his tongue down his throat. Or when they had ground their hips together until each reaching their climax.

Harry lifted his head a fraction of an inch to stare at the small, dark red marks that were dotted up and down Malfoy’s neck. He was embarrassed that he had lost control like that. Again. He really hadn’t meant for this to happen.

He had meant for them to talk. To discuss this thing between them. But as soon as he had closed the cupboard door Malfoy had pulled him close and ghosted a kiss across his lips and Harry had just… melted.

And it just kept happening like that. Harry would decide that it was finally time to talk. To figure out what this attraction between them actually meant. But just when he would get him alone, Malfoy would become surprisingly gentle and intimate with him.

One time Malfoy had stroked his cheek slowly with the back of his hand before kissing him tenderly. Another time he had grabbed his hand and kissed each finger softly before lightly sucking on one. One time he had simply just held him as he breathed in the scent of Harry’s shampoo.

It threw Harry off every time and drove him completely mad. It made his breath catch in his throat and his cock thicken in his pants. It was incredibly arousing and yet, just sosweet. And so unlikeMalfoy.

But maybe it was just the fact that it was Malfoy that made him like it so damn much.

Harry finally separated from the other boy, grimacing at the cool, wet stickiness he felt in his trousers. Malfoy let his hands slip from Harry’s waist and pulled out his wand to cast a cleaning charm on them both. He pressed one final chaste kiss to Harry’s lips before pulling away and making to open the cupboard door.

“See you, Potter.”

“Wait, no.”

Malfoy stopped without turning around.

“What,” he sighed.

Harry grabbed his hand and pulled him back so they were facing each other again.

“We need to talk,” Harry said, still firmly holding Malfoy’s hand.

“About?” Malfoy sighed again and quirked one eyebrow, looking positively bored.

“Us. This… What is this?” Harry said quietly. He was serious this time. He wasn’t going to let Malfoy get away again without a solid answer.

Malfoy just stared at him. But Harry thought he could just see one side of his mouth curl upward as if a smile were threatening to escape.

“We’re going to be late for Charms,” he said calmly before giving Harry’s hand a light squeeze and then trying to pull away again. Harry only held on tighter.

“I don’t care.”

Malfoy looked down at their joined hands and seemed to think for a few seconds before intertwining their fingers and doing the same thing with their other hands too.

“What do you want this to be, Potter?” he asked seriously.

Harry opened his mouth to say something and then paused, closing it again. He didn’t know what he wanted. Because despite wanting to talk to Malfoy about the why of it all, he honestly hadn’t thought that far.

“I don’t know,” he said. He took a deep breath. “I just know… that I like this.”

“Mmm,” Malfoy hummed. He leaned forward until their foreheads were touching. Harry watched as his cool, grey eyes looked up at him from under his eyelashes. He whispered, “I like it, too,” and kissed him again, soft and slow.

Harry felt himself melting into the kiss and beginning to forget everything he had been so determined to talk about. It didn’t feel important anymore.

But just as things were starting to pick up speed, Malfoy pulled away abruptly, opening the cupboard door and slipping out before Harry could stop him, and said over his shoulder, “We really need to get to class.”

Harry stood there frozen for a few seconds as he watched Malfoy walk away. No, he thought. It’s now or never.

He shook himself and started running until he caught up to the blonde. He was just about to grab his arm when Malfoy whipped around as quick as lightning and pushed the center of Harry’s chest with one hand until he was pressed flush up against the wall. Harry opened his mouth in protest, but Malfoy covered it with his other hand, silencing him.

“No, Potter,” he said angrily. “We’re not discussing this anymore. You said yourself you don’t know what you want, and I’m not going to figure it out for you. Whatever you want, whatever you want this to be—want us to be, it doesn’t matter. Not to me, anyway. I’m here, Potter. And I’m all in. I’ve been all in with you since the day we met. And I was all in when you hated me. I was all in when you wanted to fight. I was all in when you kissed me a month ago. And I will be all in if you decide you want more than this. I’m here, Potter. In whatever way you want me, I’m here.”

Harry stood there in shock, eyes wide open. Malfoy’s cheeks were flushed pink from either anger or embarrassment, Harry didn’t know which. They stared at each other intensely for a few moments before Harry felt Malfoy’s hands slide away from him, releasing him from his firm hold.

He seemed to shake himself slightly before saying, “Now, some of us actually need to do well in their N.E.W.T.’s. So, I’ll see you in Charms.” He turned and walked away and Harry finally let him go, slumping against the wall again, thinking hard.

His mind was reeling from what Malfoy had said. He couldn’t have asked for more honesty, even if he had given Malfoy some Veritaserum. He still didn’t know what he wanted, or where he wanted this… relationship to go. But what Malfoy had given him during his little speech was… time to figure it all out. With no pressure.


So Harry liked Malfoy. That much he knew.

And for now, that was enough. He knew Malfoy would be there when he figured it all out.

let’s over analyze this.

A) if u tell j-hope he has a little cock, there’s a chance he might get angry/leave you, so you’ll end up with no cock at all

dumb ass option

B) if he says this and it’s a fact, then no shit sherlock

if he says this and it’s not true, don’t show ur tiddies to prove a point. that’s exactly what he wants. just dump him and he’ll end up with no tiddies at all

theyre both shit options, i choose none

Among The Statues

Ok. Legit feeling like the butterflies in my stomach are going to fly up my throat as i write this little a/n up. I have been working incredibly hard on this. It’s been a loooooong time coming, and honestly I’m hella excited to share it with you all. I’ve got a hell of a lot of other tidbits saved for future parts of this but honestly I’m not sure how quickly I’ll be able to update. So bear with me. A little extra love in the tags would not go unappreciated ;D

Word Count: 4563!!

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anonymous asked:

This might be a touchy subject but I feel like there was a turning point in Jaebum's life where something significant happened that compelled him to keep convincing us (and himself) that he's straight every chance he gets. Whatever it is, it clearly stuck and made him afraid to be seen anything other than a straight male. Honestly we never know what people are going through personally...What do you think made him so defensive about his sexuality?

I think mostly the culture? I thing that some ppl forget Korea’s culture, forget that some idols already reacted the same way he did

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“why do you love lance so much?” why do you NOT?! look at him! this boy can light up any room he enters

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