In case you missed it, last friday, June 23rd, was a huge night for LGBT representation. Two shows currently airing on Disney Channel, one in the UK and one in the US, featured scenes with characters revealed as LGBT. Josh played by Joshua Sinclair-Evans on The Lodge and Cyrus Goodman played by Joshua Rush on Andi Mack. Spoilers for the shows and my thoughts below.
On The Lodge Josh is talking to a friend and when the conversation turns to girls, well one girl in particular, Josh casually states that she’s not his type and then clarifies later that he’s not interested in any girls because “girls aren’t really my type.” It was refreshing to see him come out in such a casual way. I must admit I’ve never seen The Lodge before so I don’t know too much about his character or the show but I’m certainly going to be checking it out.
On Andi Mack we’ve seen Cyrus interacting with his friend Jonah for a whole season and it seemed obvious that he’s had a crush on him. We also knew from an article in the New York Times that there would be a story line involving a boy coming to terms with his sexuality. Unlike The Lodge, Cyrus hasn’t said out loud who he is interested in yet but with a very simple action our suspicions were confirmed. In the finale, while Jonah was talking with Amber about Andi she said “if she turns to look back at you it means that she likes you and not just as a friend.” Jonah leaves before he sees that Andi looks back and then a few seconds later so does Cyrus. Cyrus likes Jonah! (There’s even a video of the cast watching this scene together and cheering ecstatically when Cyrus looks back.) This was a very intentional moment and I appreciate how they executed this scene. Andi looks back and that clearly implies that she likes Jonah it makes sense she’s the lead of the show, she’s said many times that she likes him, the viewer easily accepts that she looked back because she likes him. Then we see Cyrus do the exact same thing are we supposed to come to a different conclusion because he’s a boy and looked back. Absolutely not. The show has already been renewed so this story line will continue and develop next season.
I’m really happy to see Disney taking these steps to bring representation to their network. Everyone who watches Disney needs role models and characters they can relate to and that’s been lacking for a long time! If you aren’t watching already I’d recommend you check them out and spread the word so these shows can stay on the air!
do you have any tips or ideas for how to set up/organize bones/remains? i'm starting a collection soon but still have no idea on how to go about it o':
It’s your collection, Anon, so organize it however you like best! <3
I’m afraid my
own collection isn’t super organized. I’ve got skulls all over the house and all
over the farm too, hanging on barns and sheds and decorating flower
beds. I’ve got boxes and plastic totes full of bones stored all over the place and jars and jars and more jars of odds and ends.
The majority of my skulls are in my bedroom though, on this Wall of
So shelves are definitely a good option for organizing your collection. You can mount some simple ones right on to the wall (just make sure they are mounted with screws into studs and are sturdy, especially if you are displaying large, heavy skulls or specimens) or you can buy a nice curio cabinet or other display cabinet to house them.
I try to tag a lot of my specimens and write on the tag what species the skull is from, when I found or bought it, if I bought it what I paid for it, and where it originated from. More often than not though I’ll just write that info on the underside of the skull in pencil (which will erase off bone in case I decide to sell the specimen later). You can also compile a written/typed list of what you have, where it came from, etc to catalog your collection too if you like!
For organizing smaller things you can get a few of these plastic organizers with little dividers. I use them to house random bits and pieces I plan on using for future projects.
Jars are pretty cool ways to store and display things too! And you can always create neat labels for them if you like!
Or do you mean how to organize stuff that you are still cleaning? If I’m macerating a specimen then I’ll usually use a sharpie to write when/where the specimen came from on the outside of the bucket so I’ll remember those details. If you have multiple carcasses or skulls in the same container then it’s a good idea to put individual ones inside a fine mesh bag or in some cheap pantyhose to keep all those tiny teeth and bones from getting mixed up. You can always get colored plastic tags to wrap around those bags so you’ll remember what’s what if you want!
Anyway, hope that helps get you started, Anon! Best of luck and happy collecting!
There was something about New York that settled Derek Hale. Maybe it was the anonymity of it, maybe it was the friends he had made there when he and Laura had lived there, or maybe it was the way memories of Laura didn’t come tainted with blood.
Or, maybe, it was who he was in New York. He wasn’t Derek Hale, exonerated murder suspect, former alpha, unwanted pack member. No, in New York he was just Derek, and he liked that. He liked being Derek in a way that wasn’t tied to some tragic past that people constantly brought up.
Even the friends that he’d had before going back to Beacon Hills didn’t look at him like he was broken or evil. They had all been sad to hear about Laura, they had all understood why he stayed away for the three years that he had been gone, and they had all welcomed him back with open arms.
@stylishmuser asked for “I really need you” . Thank you so much for asking love! And thank you so much for @fuckzarry for being my beta reader! I love you both very much a lot.
There’s a lot drama here:
it was all too much. And this time, you couldn’t handle anymore.
Harry’s significant other was never an easy task, but sometimes it was too
much. Specially because despite all the hype and all the things that people
said about him, at the end of the day he was a real-life human. He had
feelings, and sometimes he messed up.
One of the
hardest things ever was see other women’s name linked to him in headlines in
different sites all over the internet: The cheating rumours, the break up
rumours, the “He’s not so interested in her anymore” rumours… it was a huge
variety of subjects that people came up with and for you to deal.
didn’t know – and you would never tell – is that Harry wasn’t that perfect
boyfriend that everyone talks and dreams with. Not because he didn’t want to,
of course, but just because he couldn’t. Sometimes he didn’t have time to have
a proper meal in the middle of a rush day, running from one place to another,
and then to another, flying oceans to be in different places in the space of 10
days went by without you and him talking on the phone or answering each other’s
text, and the only way for you to listen to his voice was listening to his
songs, or maybe watching the interviews and concert’s videos on twitter
your boyfriend was a completely strange to you.
you thought that you couldn’t handle it.
you were sure about that.
were shaking and you weren’t sure about how you would say this to him. Harry
came to your home for a night only, since he was flying back on the next
morning. You could hear the water run in the bathroom, while he was quietly
having a shower.
rehearsed the words repeatedly, but you couldn’t ever find an easy way do to
it. Since the first time you met him, you knew that you couldn’t ever ask him
to choose between you and his career – and you never would do that too – and at
this point, you were feeling more like a holdback than a supporter that you
doing so well, with sold-out tours all around the world, a movie coming out, a
new top chart album and all the plans he had for the next years… and it was
clear for you that you hadn’t a place in the middle of all this.
all your body when you heard the bathroom door opening and saw Harry coming to
the room, his skin warm and wet from the shower. He was wearing a pink towel
around his hips and by the look on his face, he had no intentions of putting a
what’s wrong?” He said frowning at you, climbing in bed behind you and kissing
“We need to
talk,” your voice was almost a whisper, butterflies dead on your stomach, a
heavy feeling on your chest. Harry nodded and you turned over to him, watching
his tired green eyes looking into yours, patiently. It took a minute or two
until you could recollect your feelings and say, “I think we shouldn’t be
“What?” Harry said in a high-pitched voice, confused
like you were talking a different language. “What are you talking about, pet?”
He said putting his hand in your face, and once again it was all too much.
You got up
from the bed and closed your eyes, feeling tears burning your eyes and your
throat closing around the next words you had to say. You planned to make this
quick, so you wouldn’t have time to regret it or think too much.
“I don’t want
to be with you anymore, Harry. We need to break up.” You said again firmly, and
Harry was frozen, staring at your eyes as if he could see inside your soul.
this coming from, pet? Is it because of the last headline about Tess? You know
I would never che-“
because of that, Harry. I know you would never cheat on me. You don’t even have
time for that.” You said looking at your bare feet, already regretting it. You
should have done this over the phone. You shouldn’t have waited until you had a
sad, tired eyes, wet and naked Harry in your bed.
“Then what’s it fo’ pet? I don’t understand…”
Harry got up from the bed and stopped in front of you, letting his hands fall
to his sides when he tried to reach for you, but you gave a step back. You
would burst in flames and tears if he touched you in that moment, but you
needed to be firm in your choice.
don’t make this harder,” you whispered to him, avoiding his eyes.
the reason,” he said after a minute, sitting again on the edge of the bed. “If
you’re going to break up with me this suddenly, you need to have a good reason
to do it. And I deserve to know. Tell me and I’ll leave.”
it was all too much. Feeling the tears running down your face against your will,
you knew that he was right, that this all was very sudden, that you really
needed a good reason to do it, and that he deserved to know.
gonna laugh,” you said with a sad smile, but his eyes kept too serious, too
“It’s not a
funny moment actually.” He said and felt your cheeks red with shame for making
a joke in a moment like that.
then…” You whispered and took another deep breath, looking into his eyes, “I
feel like I’m a holdback in your life right now and there’s not much you can say
that can change this. I just feel like… I don’t see a future. You’re super
important and you’re doing equally important things right now and this is
awesome, but I don’t see how we can be together in the middle of all this. I
love you, please don’t ever think that I don’t. And just because I love you
this much I feel like I need to let you go, because you deserve all the things
that you have conquered till now with hard work, and I don’t want to feel like
with tears, looking at the floor again, wishing that someone could invent a
machine that erase painful memories, so you could delete this moment from your
watching you, measuring every word you said like he was tasting them, feeling
how bitter they taste was in your tongue, in the back of your throat.
he said after a minute, getting up again, “All you said is bullshit. What the
fuck is wrong with you, pet?” And then his eyes were tired and annoyed.
Harry is the way I feel.” You said defensively, putting your arms around you as
if it was cold.
understand that, and I know that lately stuff has been especially difficult to
you but it’s bullshit when you said that we don’t have a place in the future.
You are my future. I know you are too
good for me and that I’m not being the best boyfriend that exist on this planet
but fuck… I really need you.” Harry ran his fingers through his wet hair,
frustrated with all of this. “I don’t know what I can do for you to understand
how much I love you but let’s just… try again? It all will be better in a few
looked at you, waiting for your answer, and all you could do was breathe
quickly, trying to make your heart beat slower so you could come with a
rational answer. You loved Harry and all the things he said were true. He would
have less promo in the next weeks and then he would have a small tour, where
you would be able to see him in many places and dates. Next year would be a
mess, but it was too soon to worry about that yet.
like… I’m so ashamed, Harry. I’m so afraid to be a bad thing in the middle of
all the good ones that are happening to you.” You said hiding your face in your
hands, feeling Harry’s warm body around you a second later, his lips on your
forehead, reassuring your crying.
you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, please keep this in mind,
don’t you ever forget about that.” He whispered softly, walking with you in his
arms and falling in the bed, turning off the lights so you both could rest.
be here tomorrow, and I don’t know how to not feel like this.” You whispered
with your face nuzzled on his neck, tears running down your face to his skin.
He kissed your forehead again, rubbing his lips on your skin till your tears
ceased and you fell asleep, just to wake up in the morning with a headache and
an empty space next to you on the bed, to match with the emptiness inside your
did you know: every time a lesbian/gay/pan person shits on an asexual, you don’t get a prize? that there’s literally nothing to be gained by trying to invalidate their experiences and pretend our society isn’t built on the idea of sex? shitting on asexuals does not somehow get more progress and tolerance for the rest of the queer community, asexuals are not steering the community or the front runners, there’s no “ace eye for the straight guy” ok? what the fuck.
you do an imagine where connor’s really good at painting and the reader says to
“draw them like one of your french girls” (if you wanna make it nsfw
Ah yes, the good
ol French girl. Also!!! I won’t be writing NSFW for a while, sorry!! o: Thank
you for the request! <3
Implied sexual situation at the end
Connor Murphy’s favorite muse was nature. No matter what
thoughts came to nip at him, he would be able to calm himself down with
painting. He would get every fine
detail, every grain of sand, every little leaf on the tree. Connor Murphy could
paint an entire series of scenic artworks, each inspired by a photo, and each
would look more beautiful than the actual place. However, he refused to draw
what he thought to be most beautiful.
Connor Murphy refused to draw you.
No matter how much you begged him too, he would never so much as sketch you out. He
decided he wasn’t going to draw you because he was afraid of not being able to
get every detail.
He wanted to get the way your eyes sparkle in the light, the
way that your hair shines, and the way your face curves.
Connor Murphy wanted to line every detail of your face,
something he believed to be impossible.
Its currently two in the morning, and Connor sits on his
bed, painting a photo that you had taken the other day. You watch him as he
gently strokes the canvas with the small, fine brush. Each stroke was taken
While this wasn’t always an effective method of venting, it
was enough to get his hands steady. Enough to have him think one thought at a
time. It was enough to give him time to think.
Connor continues to paint, and you continue to watch. You
work on your homework (and a few parts of Connor’s homework so he would have
less to do), and quietly hum. This is the typical after school routine. Rarely
do the two of you not do this, and rarely is it ever at his house.
When you finish the homework, you set it to the side and
walk over to Connor.
“You need to take a break. You’re going to turn into a damn
tree. Do you want to become a tree, Connor? Get cut down and turned into a
“Y/N, that would be the best moment of my life.”
“You are unbelievable.”
Connor smirked slightly, and set down his brush. Turning
towards you, he grabs your hand, and pulls you over to your door.
“Connor, where are we going?” You say slowly, excited for
where you might be going.
“Hell, if I know.”
You have a good reason to be excited.
By the time you had arrived, it was already dusk. It seemed
that you were brought to a woodsy area, not one that you are familiar with.
Connor led you into the woods, walking like he has been here thousands of times
“Connor,” You started, “What is this place?”
Instead of responding, Connor gently squeezed your hand, and
After walking for a few more minutes, the two of your
entered a clearing. The clearing had a few different canvases placed against
trees, brushes scattered all over the ground, and lanterns that hung lazily
Connor led you over to a tree stump, and sat down.
“Care to not be so mysterious and spooky?”
Connor smiled slightly, and picked up a canvas. “Seeing you
confused is way more entertaining. It’s cute.”
You roll your eyes and sit next to him. “Where did you get
the lanterns from?”
“Zoe. She got pissed off when they disappeared, but she got
new ones so, I guess she didn’t really give that much of a shit.”
“And how did you find this area? It’s beautiful.”
“When you leave home every other fucking night, you start to
explore.” Connor grabbed a paint brush, and a few different colors.
You nodded, and watching him. “I’m… I’m glad you showed me
Connor applied paint to his brush, and flicked it at you.
Letting out a small, squeal you gently push him. “When I
asked you to paint me, I didn’t mean like that!”
He chuckled slightly and gently stroked the brush against
your nose. “Shit, dude, I guess we have two different definitions of that. Oh
“You are sucha dick
Connor just continued to smile – if you could call it that –
but you could still see the happiness in his eyes. Out of all of the ways to
show emotion, his eyes held the most.
You continued to watch Connor paint well past midnight. The
two of you said very little, mostly just enjoying each other’s company.
Every so often, you’d glance at Connor’s face, and notice
his features. His eyebrows would raise in concentration, or his eyebrows would
furrow in concentration. Occasionally, he would stick his tongue out slightly.
He pulled his hair back loosely, allowing a few strands to flow freely.
You didn’t even notice that you were staring until you had
paint flicked at you. Again.
You just rolled your eyes, and scooted in front of where
Connor was sitting. Placing your head on one of his knees, you poked his side.
Connor glanced down at you, and continued painting. “What,
you’re going to blow me in the middle of forest? Didn’t know you were into that
“Ew, what the hell, no! Maybe this is just a really
comfortable position, Murphy.” You stick your tongue out, and gently poke his
After waiting a few more minutes, you scoot backwards. “Hey,
“Draw me like one of your French girls!” You say, striking a
pose on the ground, and lifting your leg up slightly.
Connor looks at you for a moment, his face heating up. “You what?”
You huff, and strike another pose, this time while one your
back. “Draw me like one of your French girls, Murphy!”
Leaning back, Connor rested his foot on his knee. “That’s…
Kinda hot, y’know.”
You laugh and lie on the ground. “Is it? Is it really?”
Smirking, Connor places the materials to the side, and moves
to crawl on top of you, holding himself up with his elbows. “Yes, yes it is.”
You gently cup his cheek with one hand, and gently pushing a
stray strand of hair behind his ear with the other. “Can we do something crazy?”
“Crazy? I’d say this is the usual.”
You laugh and kiss Connor, wrapping your arms around his
neck. Connor deepens the kiss slightly, smirking.
You might be getting something even better than a painting.