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thatliminal-wanderer · 8 months ago

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Backrooms ID Pack

Names

Adam, Adym, Aguana, Aiden, Aiko, Alex, Alexia, Altair, Ambrosia, Amori, Andrew, Ant, Argos, Aries, Ashley, Aster, Avelon, Bartholomew, Belphegor, Berry, Bill, Blake, Blue, Bonx, Bram, Brock, Callum, Caspian, Castello, Chara, Cindy, Clement, Clementine, Colias, Corey, Corri, Crane, Creg, Crimson, Cyllene, Cypress, Daisy, Daze, Destiny, Doll, Dream, Dull, Dunk, Eden, Emily, Emme, Evangeline, Ezra, Ferren, Flannery, Frankie, Freeman, Fume, Gani, George, Gerald, Grey, Hen, Icarus, Jack, Janus, Jax, Jerry, Jess, Johnny, Kaii, Kain, Kami, Kane, Kat, Kimiko, King, Kitty, Koko, Kya, Leeon, Leo, Lilac, Limi, Llio, Lotka, Lucid, Malachi, March, Maria, Mason, Moley, Montie, Nightmare, Noir, Olive, Olivia, Ollie, Paisley, Pedro, Philia, Porter, Quinoa, Rae, Rasputin, Richard, River, Rook, Rosette, Rue, Ryan, Samantha, Sato, Saturn, Sienna, Sol, Terry, Theodore, Tom, Trance, Val, Vanta, Vee, Vesper, Vice, Violet, Will, Xavier, Xoa, Zero

Pronouns

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Titles

A Corrupted File, An Unapproachable (Beast/Entity/Unknown/Any Animal), Entity [number], Lucky (Beast/Entity/Any Animal), The (Bride/Husband/Spouse), The (Entity/Beast/Creature/Thing/God) of Level [number], The (King/Queen/Royal), The (Smiling/Frowning) One, The (Spokeslady/Spokesman/Spokesperson), The (Un)Lucky One, The Artist, The Behemoth, The Bellhopper, The Bone Thief, The Bronze Builder, The Catmaster, The Coder, The Comedian, The Concierge, The Crawlspace (Entity/Beast/Creature), The Endless Walls, The Entity, The Entity Which Doesn’t Exist, The Explorer, The First Entity, The Friend, The Game Master, The Headless (Hunter/Huntress/Entity/Beast/Creature), The Hermit, The Historian, The Homerunner, The Housekeeper, The Liminal Space, The Mail Carrier, The Maker, The Maze of Lost Ones, The Memory (Any Animal), The Memory Manager, The Mucked Smell, The Musician, The Neighborhood Watcher, The Numbed (Entity/Beast/Man/Woman/Person/Creature), The One Adorned In (Red/White/Black/Beige), The One Which Light Flicker For, The One Who Buzzes, The One Who Is Hiding in Level [number], The One Who Looks Too Familiar, The One Who Opened The Back Door to Reality, The One With No Data, The Party Host, The Puppeteer, The Scarecrow, The Scavenger, The Singer, The Smiling One, The Wanderer, [prn] That Lives Behind Reality, [prn] Who (Makes/Ruins) The Party, [prn] Who Can Not Be Explained, [prn] Who Endlessly Falls, [prn] Who Is Sick, [prn] Who Makes and Plays The Games, [prn] Who Resigns in Level [number], [prn] Who Wanders The Endless Levels

Genders

0beckəl, 1beckəl, 3beckəl, 4beckəl, 5beckəl, 6beckəl, 7beckəl, 8beckəl, 92levelic, 974kitic, 9beckəl, Backaneic, Backroomgender, Backroomic, Backroomsaesic, Backroomscattic, Backroomsdollic, Backroomsfluid, Backroomsflux, Backroomspinnic, Buzinbackroomic, Catbackroomic, Cliproomic, Deathmothgender, Eeriroomic, Endlessswimic, Entiromaric, Entity555gender, Entity666gender.exe, Entity99ic, Erokoric, Escapethebackroomsgameic, Flowliminpinkic, Hotelliminix, Kenolimighost, Lepidoipresence, Level!ix, Level0liminix, Level1liminix, Level336dia, Level370ix, Level389ic, Level7ix, Liminaldollic, Liminalmazeic, Liminalmushrooms, Liminalpoweric, Liminalsnowic, Liminalspacestalgic, Liminaquarpetic, Liminaquic, Limingender, Liminix, Liminlovecoric, Natatoliraifortic, Nostbackplushic, Panbackroomic, Parkgaraliminix, Partygoerscharic, Partykenous, Rubicunipresence, Sh4dygr3yl3v3l1c, Smilergender, Snowliminalic, Storeliminix, Unfatholiminal, Zeroaromic

Other mogai

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tarisilmarwen · 3 months ago

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Whumptober 2024 - "Restless"

(Lil' bit of Ezra whump for the girlies. And, well, anyone who likes to see him suffering and then getting soft comfort.

Set sometime late Season One-ish, after "Idiot's Array".

Prompts used were:

No.8 Sleep Deprivation: Isolation Chamber/Forced To Stay Awake/"Leave the lights on."

No.30 Recovery: Hospital Bed/Holding Back Tears.)

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Ezra tried to stretch out his limbs again. They were cramping from the angle, and the restraints were beginning to dig in uncomfortably.

He had been left alone in here for hours, strapped to an interrogation table that, instead of laying backwards like normal, was tilted forwards at an almost fifteen degree angle. It pushed Ezra's balance off kilter just enough that he constantly felt like was about to slip, his boots squeaking on the little foot platform as he tried to get better traction. Ezra was fairly certain that without the ankle, wrist, and chest bands holding him to the metal slab, that he would simply fall off the table flat onto his face.

...Which wouldn't exactly be unwelcome right about now.

His eyes had since grown used to the dark, but there wasn't really anything else to look at in the circular chamber, his prison since he'd been brought to this place, wherever it was. The Inquisitor had knocked Ezra out when he'd captured him, and the Stormtroopers had kept him blindfolded on the way in, so he honestly had no idea where he was.

He shivered.

He hoped Kanan and the others could find him.

Then again...

Doubts crept through his stomach, a cold, uneasy curl.

Would Kanan even want him back, after he'd been so easily cornered and caught off guard?

It had seemed so pitifully easy for the Inquisitor to disarm him, sending his new lightsaber clattering away out of reach. He should have known the mission was a trap, should have been on guard, should have paid more attention, but he was just so eager to prove himself, that whole embarrassing mess with Calrissian had done a serious number on his confidence.

He definitely wasn't feeling too confident or sure of himself now.

His misery was steadily giving way to an overall sense of weariness, though. His eyes blinked and drooped; in spite of his uncomfortable position he was tired, and sleep was beckoning him just on the edges of his hearing, fluttering behind his head.

The Force suddenly flared with a cold warning spike; Ezra prickled alert and craned his head towards the door.

Along with the bristling Dark Side presence that was approaching, Ezra could hear the faint sound of footsteps, coming closer.

There was a buzz and a snap and the room abruptly lit up, harsh white light blaring out of panels ringing the floor.

"Ngh!" Ezra flinched and squinted in the sudden brightness, his eyes adjusting slowly, painfully.

The footsteps stopped outside the room as he was still blinking, a loud mechanical hiss! sounding as the door swished open.

"Enjoying your accommodations?"

Ezra breathed carefully and flicked his eyes up, glaring, trying not to show any fear.

The Pau'an Inquisitor smirked, flashing his pointed yellow teeth.

"I must say, I thought you would have known better than to infiltrate an Imperial forward operating base all alone, no matter what intelligence they purported to have," he mused, stepping into the chamber, hands folded behind him. "Though that does beg the question..."

He stalked closer, coming to a stop a few feet away from Ezra. Ezra had to lean his head back and press it against the surface of the metal table in order to maintain eye contact, hackles raising defensively.

The Inquisitor bent in, looming from his great height. The yellow Sith eyes glowed, reflecting the light.

"Where is your master, boy?" he asked chillingly. "And the rest of your intrepid crew?"

"Where do you think?" Ezra scoffed. "They're back on the ship."

"Ah..." the Inquisitor said, beginning to circle him. "And where exactly is the Ghost right now?" he pressed.

"I don't know," Ezra answered automatically.

The Pau'an tutted. "Come now, you can give a better answer than that," he chided.

Ezra's eyes tracked the Inquisitor as he slipped out of sight to Ezra's left. "Yeah? Too bad. Because that's the only answer you're getting," he snipped.

He felt the Inquisitor at his back, the footsteps sounding behind him, and his heart ticked nervously.

"It would be far more preferable if you could give me something more," came the man's voice, floating lazily, cordial with a threatening edge. "Not to mention... less painful for you."

Ezra shook his head. "I won't talk."

"I don't need you to." The Inquisitor emerged from around the other side of the chair, flashing back into Ezra's field of vision like a swift shadow. A haughty disdain was in his face, and he was pulled to his full, intimidating height. "Your secrets are all ripe for the taking," he threatened.

Ezra snorted. "Good luck," he said, immediately clocking that the Pau'an intended to read his mind. "Kanan says my passive shields are 'frustratingly impenetrable'," he quoted, emphasizing with little gestures from his fingers.

The Inquisitor chuckled. "We'll see," he said.

He raised his hand, extending it palm out towards Ezra's forehead.

Ezra braced, feeling an immediate sense of painful pressure, heavy and oppressive and so, so cold. It pushed down on him, feeling like a weight digging into his head.

He grit his teeth and pushed back, fighting against the sensation.

The Inquisitor frowned in displeasure. Brows narrowing, he stepped closer, his fingers curling a few degrees tighter.

The pressure intensified with a vengeance and Ezra strained, physically pushing himself back against the table for something solid to ground him. Grunts of effort escaped him, and he struggled to hold onto the Force, keep the Inquisitor at bay. There was a sound like low rumbling in his ears; his eyes squeezed closed tightly, grimacing as the mind probe tested his shields.

The pain was so intense now it was almost blinding. Cold claws were squeezing the front of his head, scraping against his skull. The force was crushing; he was briefly, irrationally afraid that the bone would cave in.

He held his ground several more horrible seconds, struggling, face twisting.

The pressure vanished as the the Inquisitor gave up and lowered his hand.

Ezra felt all the weight immediately come off him and gasped, eyes flying open. As he heaved for breath, the Inquisitor stood there looking unamused, lip curling.

"You are unusually stubborn for someone with so little proper training," he admitted, spitting the words out. "But no matter," he dismissed. "You will break eventually, like all Jedi do. Your shields will weaken and your secrets, however carefully guarded, will be mine."

The Inquisitor angled his body and head towards the door as a Stormtrooper trotted in.

"Sir!" the trooper called, and whispered in the man's ear as soon as he was close enough.

The Inquisitor bent slightly to listen, then nodded.

"Unfortunately it seems I have other matters to attend to," he said, straightening back up. The trooper moved back out towards the door and the Inquisitor stepped closer to the interrogation table. "But don't worry." He reached around behind the slab to take something off the back. "We'll continue this conversation later."

He drew back. Ezra squirmed in place when he realized the thing now in the Inquisitor's hands was a metal shock collar.

"Keep that thing off me!" he yelled, eyes fearful, pulling against his wrist cuffs.

"Hush now, boy," the Inquisitor said, unlatching the collar and fitting the ends very carefully around Ezra's trembling neck. "Too much noise and movement—or too little—" he emphasized cruelly, "—will set the collar off."

The man latched it in place and tightened it slightly, making Ezra give a tiny little panicked choke. The collar was thick, heavy, Ezra could feel the metal edges scraping his skin, but it wasn't tight enough to restrict his air.

Small mercies.

Sharp-nailed gray fingers grabbed his chin harshly. Ezra flinched, grunted, glared into the Inquisitor's sneering face.

The yellow-red eyes were eerie as they stared him down. "We'll see how cooperative you are when you're exhausted, thirsty, and starving," he said. "I imagine your shields won't be so 'frustratingly impenetrable', then," he mocked.

With a swift pivot on his heel he released Ezra, folding his arms behind himself once more as he left the room.

"Keep the lights on," he instructed the troopers just outside. "And tilt the table a couple more degrees forward."

Dread and panic shot through Ezra's stomach as someone pressed a control from outside the room, making the hinges of the table whir as they leaned him even further over. His feet slipped, lost grip, the chest band pressed harshly into him as he scrambled to regain footing on the little shelf. Ezra was now forced to stay up on his toes in order to keep from slipping down in the restraints and hurting his wrists and ribs. The awkward position strained his calf muscles, and he couldn't keep his back and head up.

He gulped with trepidation as the door was closed behind the Inquisitor, straining on shaking legs to keep upright.

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The hours dragged on. A long, interminable stretch of constant discomfort and pain, shifting in place again and again to try to relieve it.

When his legs gave out he hung forward in the restraints; when that became too much to bear he pushed himself back up and the cycle started all over again. He was certain his wrists and ribs were bruised from pressing against the sharp edges of the restraints and his neck had a constant crick from trying to hold his head up.

He wasn't so preoccupied with the myriad hurts of the stress position to give no thought to his wider concerns, though. The back of his mind was already worrying about how much longer he could endure.

Hunger wasn't an issue, Ezra had gone without food loads of times before, it still wasn't exactly a pleasant problem but it was one he could deal with. Thirst? He wasn't really worried about that, though he could start to feel a bit of a dry tickle in his throat as the hours passed.

No, it was the lack of sleep that was getting to him the most. He'd already been up most of the night when he'd struck out to do the mission, and he hadn't exactly gotten any rest since, aside from his brief concussion at capture, if that even counted. His brain was starting to crowd with fuzzes, and he could feel his limbs getting sore from more than just physical strain. The effort of staying upright was wearing him down.

He slumped forward for a moment, and tried to ignore the cuffs scraping his wrists, letting his head hang.

The brief relief that brought was almost heavenly. Ezra blinked towards the floor, unable to shield his eyes from the glare of the lights. The relaxation of his muscles sent a soothing feeling up his body, seeping into his head.

His eyelids fluttered. His thoughts... fragmented. His breathing began to slow, getting deeper and quieter. He closed his eyes and tried to meld into the feeling.

He was almost starting to drift—

CRZZT!

A painful shock crackled through the collar; Ezra's heart rattled, blind heat stabbing through his chest. All his muscles seized up and cramped as he was zapped back awake and fully aware, gasping.

The shock released him, lingering in needle twinges and pinpricks in his nerves. Ezra hung there, heaving, feeling his muscles slowly unlock.

Kriff... he thought, blinking furiously.

After several long moments the shock wore off. Ezra spent another minute or two trying to stay upright, before giving up again.

He didn't close his eyes this time, just stared towards the floor thinking. The floor lights were at just the right angle and brightness to illuminate the whole room, bathing him in clinical white. His neck ached from hanging but he didn't want to move, not just yet, just let him be still a little while longer. His front ached, the bruises throbbing, but he could deal with it for just a little bit more.

His eyelids started to droop...

The collar shocked him again, making him jerk back, banging his head. Ezra hissed sharply as the electricity reverberated painfully through his body before letting him go.

He held back a whine of exhaustion and frustration. His ears rang with the injustice and unfairness of it. His fists clenched, jaw gripping, but there was nothing he could do to escape this. He would just have to keep holding on.

He wondered if he even could.

Ezra lingered in his slumped position for as long as he could, as long as he dared, before inhaling slowly and bracing.

His toes found the shelf and pushed up, lifting his front off the chest bar, and the cycle began again.

***

A hefty push with the Force sent the two guards at the door hurtling away, cracking against the opposite wall with a loud shudder and bang.

Kanan lowered his hand, breathing heavily. Blasterfire from further in the corridor echoed back to him. Stirring, he turned and found the button to open the door.

Harsh white light, brighter than the corridor, stung his eyes for a second. But then Kanan saw what—and who—he'd been looking for.

Ezra was hanging limp off an interrogation table tilted forward. His head had raised up and he was blinking blearily towards him.

"Kanan...?"

Kanan's mouth parted, corners twitching up in relief as he exhaled heavily. "Hey kiddo," he called. Worry wretched at his heart still, at his padawan's sorry condition. Lightsaber in hand, Kanan quickly made it across the room to the boy. "You ready to get out of this?" he asked.

Ezra looked exhausted, barely keeping his eyes open, but gave a half-hysterical relieved laugh. "Force yes," he said.

Kanan smiled and quickly set about getting his padawan loose. A quick couple of swipes with the saber cut most of the restraints.

Ezra collapsed forward, crumbling almost immediately into Kanan's arms as the man caught him.

"I can walk," Ezra insisted, wobbling unsteadily a few moments as he got his feet back under him. "It just might take a minute." He tilted in place, dizzy. "Don't wanna slow you down," he mumbled.

"It's okay," Kanan told him softly. He held onto Ezra, supporting hands bracing him. "Sabine and Zeb are busy cleaning out our escape route. You'll be home soon."

Ezra's voice hitched, throat visibly tightening as he looked up, with red, shimmering eyes.

"I'm sorry," the boy whispered. "I know I shouldn't have gone off by myself, it just... it seemed easy and I thought I could do it and be back by morning—"

"Don't worry about it," Kanan cut him off, guiding him with a little push towards the door. "Let's get out first. C'mon."

"Wait wait—" Ezra protested, batting once at Kanan's hands before reaching up. "Shock collar," he explained, fingers fumbling at the back, looking for the release.

Kanan found it quicker, depressing the latch to let it fall away and clatter on the floor. Angry heat seared behind his eyes as he saw the electrical burns on Ezra's skin.

The Inquisitor was just lucky he wasn't here right now.

***

Kanan led his padawan out of the prison, out into the hallway and down the escape route, running carefully but quickly, keeping at least one hand on his arm or shoulder or holding him up at all times. Ezra looked dead on his feet as he stumbled after Kanan, unsteady, visibly tired.

Within moments, they gained the ramp of the Ghost, running up into the cargo bay as Zeb and Sabine laid cover fire behind them.

Ezra doubled over panting as soon as the ramp latched in place. Zeb holstered his bo-rifle and came over.

"You look like poodoo, kid," he grunted in concern, helping him straighten back up.

Ezra was still trying to catch his breath. "So tired," he complained. "Bastard wouldn't let me sleep," he muttered.

Sabine joined the circle of people trying to keep him upright. "We've already got an IV stand set up next to your bunk, Kanan," she told him.

Kanan nodded as he slipped his arm under Ezra's armpit and extracted him from the circle. "Thanks." To Ezra, he said, "Let's get you in bed, kid."

Ezra mumbled something in response, but Kanan didn't catch it.

Hera met them at the top of the ladder, hands fisted on her hips, expression furious and scolding. Kanan stopped her as she opened her mouth, holding up a palm and shaking his head.

Biting her lip as she beheld their youngest Spectre, Hera held back her lecture. For now.

Kanan brought him swiftly into his room, letting him slide down into the bed. Ezra struggled to sit up, making it briefly difficult for Kanan to get the IV in him.

"Hold still, Ezra. You're dehydrated. You need fluids." Kanan took a seat as he pushed the boy's sleeve up, frowning at the bruises left behind by the wrist cuffs.

Ezra's eyes were watery and his next inhale was shaky.

"I'm sorry," he said again, voice trembling. "I'm sorry, I should have—" His breath hitched on a sob. "I just wanted—"

His heart pinching, Kanan glanced towards Hera hovering in the doorway, all anger gone now as she watched in concern.

He squeezed Ezra's wrist.

"Hey," he interrupted, voice low and reassuring. "Just rest, Ezra. Okay?" He finished setting up the IV and put his hand on the boy's head, ruffling his hair softly. "Just rest."

Ezra shook as he exhaled, tension releasing from his body. "Okay," he whispered thinly. There was so much more he wanted to say, Kanan could tell, but he followed the instructions to relax and was fast fading as soon as he let his head lay on the pillow.

Wrapping a sense of calm around his apprentice through the Force, Kanan helped ease away the fear and exhaustion, dim the pain he was feeling.

He held onto Ezra's hand as the boy's eyes closed and he slipped into blissful, beautiful sleep.

#star wars #star wars rebels #whumptober2024 #whump #ezra bridger #space dad and his precious pumpkin child #fanfiction #prompt fics #cute boys in peril

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camisoledadparis · 5 days ago

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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … December 27

c.15 AD – John the Evangelist. The Gospel of John makes several references to "the disciple Jesus loved", and to "the Beloved Disciple", including references to special priviliges that Jesus gave to this relationship, not granted to other disciples. This is taken by some Biblical scholars as evidence that Jesus had a relationship with this disciple which was at least emotionally intimate, and possibly sexual. In medieval Northern Europe, there was even a long-standing tradition that he and Christ were the bridal couple at the Cana Wedding Feast.

It is not clear whether this "Beloved Disciple" was John himself (although it could have been), or someone else possibly Lazarus.

In any event, there are suggestions from elsewhere that John may have had a same-sex relationship with another, his scribe Prochorus, after Christ's death. Prochorus later became bishop of Nicomedia, and in turn, formed a fresh relationship of his own with a younger man, Irenaeus.

1846 – Ezra Allen Miner, more popularly known as Bill Miner, was an American bandit, originally from Bowling Green, Kentucky, who served several prison terms for stagecoach robbery (d.1913). Known for his unusual politeness while committing robberies, he was widely nicknamed the Grey Fox, Gentleman Robber or the Gentleman Bandit. He is reputed to have been the originator of the phrase

"Hands up!"

Legend has it that Bill Miner admonished his cohorts to fire their guns when in danger of capture but "do not kill a man".

Miner was born Ezra Allen Miner in Vevay Township, near Onondaga, Ingham County, Michigan. He never legally changed his first name, but regarded William Allen Miner as his true name throughout most of his life. He was arrested for the first time in 1866 in San Joaquin County, California and served time there. He then formed a partnership with Bill Leroy to rob a stagecoach. Leroy was caught and lynched, but Miner escaped. He was later caught for another robbery in Tuolumne County, California and was released from San Quentin in 1901.

After his third prison term, Miner moved to British Columbia in Canada, where he adopted the pseudonym George Edwards and is believed to have staged British Columbia's first-ever train robbery on September 10, 1904 at Silverdale about 35 kilometres (22 mi) east of Vancouver, just west of Mission City.

Miner was eventually caught after a botched payroll train robbery near Kamloops at Monte Creek (then known as "Ducks"). Choosing the wrong car, they managed only to rob $15 plus a bottle of kidney pills that Miner picked up off of a shelf. Miner and his two accomplices, Tom "Shorty" Dunn and Louis Colquhoun, were located near Douglas Lake, British Columbia after an extensive manhunt. A posse surrounded them while they were lunching in the woods. Miner presented himself as George Edwards and claimed that he and his cohorts were prospectors. The officer in charge of the posse suspected he had encountered the nefarious train-robbing gang and challenged the claim, putting them under arrest.

Dunn attempted to fire at the police and was shot in the leg. He gave up quickly after being wounded. Colquhoun was disarmed by an officer standing nearby and Miner never drew his weapon. Miner's arrest and subsequent trial in Kamloops caused a media spectacle. Apparently the most damning evidence against him was the bottle of kidney pills that Miner had picked up during the Ducks robbery. Upon his conviction, he, Dunn and Colquhoun were transported by train to the provincial penitentiary in New Westminster. By that time, Miner's celebrity status had risen to the point that the tracks were reputedly lined with throngs of supporters, many of whom expressed satisfaction with the fact that someone had taken the very unpopular CPR to task.

While serving time in the B.C. Penitentiary, Miner escaped in 1907 and was never recaptured in Canada. He moved back to the United States, becoming once again involved in robberies in the South at Gainesville in 1909. There, he served more prison time, and escaped twice.

He died in the prison farm at Milledgeville, Georgia, of gastritis, contracted from drinking brackish water during his previous escape attempt.Researchers Mark Dugan and and John Boessenecker contend that Miner was the only known homosexual outlaw in the American "Wild West." In his younger days, "Miner, who had a slender, girlish figure, no doubt was a target for sex-starved older and stronger convicts." Later, they claim, he lured young men into crime and preyed on them sexually. Whatever Miner's sexual preference, the only evidence of Miner's homosexuality surfaced in 1903 when the Pinkerton Detective Agency stated that Miner "is said to be a sodomist and may have a boy with him."

1901 – Marlene Dietrich (d.1992) was a German-American actress and singer.

Dietrich remained popular throughout her long career by continually re-inventing herself, professionally and characteristically. In the Berlin of the 1920s, she acted on the stage and in silent films. Her performance as Lola-Lola in The Blue Angel, directed by Josef von Sternberg, brought her international fame and provided her a contract with Paramount Pictures in the US.

Hollywood films such as Shanghai Express and Desire capitalised on her glamour and exotic looks, cementing her stardom and making her one of the highest paid actresses of the era. Dietrich became a US citizen in 1937, and throughout World War II she was a high-profile frontline entertainer.

Although she still made occasional films in the post-war years, Dietrich spent most of the 1950s to the 1970s touring the world as a successful show performer.

Unlike her professional celebrity, which was carefully crafted and maintained, Dietrich's personal life was kept out of public view. Dietrich, who was bisexual, enjoyed the thriving gay scene of the time and drag balls of 1920s Berlin.

She married only once, to assistant director Rudolf Sieber, who later became an assistant director at Paramount Pictures in France, responsible for foreign language dubbing.

Throughout her career Dietrich had an unending string of affairs, some short-lived, some lasting decades; they often overlapped and were almost all known to her husband, to whom she was in the habit of passing the love letters of her men, sometimes with biting comments.

During the filming of Destry Rides Again, Dietrich started a love affair with co-star Jimmy Stewart, which ended after filming. In 1938, Dietrich met and began a relationship with the writer Erich Maria Remarque, and in 1941, the French actor and military hero Jean Gabin. Their relationship ended in the mid-1940s. She also had an affair with the Cuban-American writer Mercedes de Acosta, who was Greta Garbo's lover. Her last great passion, when she was in her 50s, appears to have been for the actor Yul Brynner, but her love life continued well into her 70s. She counted John Wayne, George Bernard Shaw and John F. Kennedy among her conquests. Dietrich maintained her husband and his mistress first in Europe and later on a ranch in the San Fernando Valley, California.

In 1999, the American Film Institute named Dietrich the ninth greatest female star of all time.

1932 – On this date Fritz "Fred" Klein the Austrian-born American sex researcher, psychiatrist and pioneering Bisexual rights activist was born (d.2006). He's best known as the inventor of the Klein Sexual Orientation Grid. He was also a pioneering bisexual rights activist, who was an important figure in the modern LGBT rights movement.

As a self-identified bisexual, Klein was surprised at the lack of literature on his sexuality in the New York Public Library in 1974. He was inspired to place an advertisement in a New York City alternative newspaper the Village Voice and founded a ground-breaking social and support group for the Bisexual Community called Bisexual Forum.

He devised the Klein Sexual Orientation Grid, a multi-dimensional system for describing complex sexual orientation, similar to the "zero-to-six" scale Kinsey scale used by Alfred Kinsey, but measuring seven different vectors of sexual orientation and identity (sexual attractions, sexual behavior, sexual fantasies, emotional preference, social preference, lifestyle and self-identification) separately, as they relate person's past, present and ideal future.

Klein published The Bisexual Option: A Concept of One Hundred Percent Intimacy in 1978, based on his research, the world's first real psychological study of bisexuality. He also co-authored Man, His Body, His Sex in 1978, and published Bisexualities: Theory and Research in 1986 and Bisexual and Gay Husbands: Their Stories, Their Words in 2001. He published a novel, Life, Sex and the Pursuit of Happiness in 2005.

1962 – Joseph Mantello is an American actor and director best known for his work on Broadway productions of Wicked, and Assassins, as well as earlier in his career being one of the original Broadway cast of Angels in America. Mantello directed The Ritz, his sixth production with playwright Terrence McNally, in 2007.

Joe Mantello was born the oldest son of an Italian-American family in the suburban community of Rockford, Illinois, a city some 90 miles outside of Chicago. With his parents' encouragement, he spent much of his childhood acting in community theater.

In 1984, he graduated from the North Carolina School of the Arts with a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree in acting. That same year he moved to New York to pursue a career in theater. As an actor, Mantello appeared in several Off Broadway productions.

Mantello's early acting career culminated in the original Broadway production of Tony Kushner's groundbreaking seven-hour, two-play cycle Angels in America (1993). In both of the play's two parts, Millennium Approaches and Perestroika, Mantello portrayed Louis Ironson, a liberal, self-centered Jewish New Yorker who leaves his lover Prior Walter, a gay man struggling with AIDS, and becomes involved with Joe Pitt, a Mormon Republican lawyer struggling with his sexuality.

Since his appearance in Angels in America, however, he has concentrated on his directing career. Nevertheless, in early 2011 Mantello returned to acting in a limited-run Broadway production of The Normal Heart, Larry Kramer's 1985 landmark play about the AIDS crisis.

Mantello also drew attention for his widely-chronicled romantic partnership from 1990 to 2002 with the playwright Jon Robin Baitz. In 1994, the New York Times dubbed the two men "the New York theater's couple of the moment."

They were linked professionally as well, with Mantello directing several of Baitz's plays. As the New York Times' Bruce Weber noted, their personalities and talents are "complementary," with Mantello's "warmth and humor burnishing" Baitz's "intellectual rigor and undercutting his earnestness."

When the two men separated after 12 years together, Mantello felt "completely isolated and heartbroken," but he never ascribed blame for the breakup to Baitz. "Neither of us felt wronged," Mantello later explained. "There wasn't another person. It was just a very painful, mutual acknowledgement that we had evolved from being a couple who lived together into best friends."

Indeed, Mantello and Baitz have remained friends, and in 2011 the two men reunited professionally, when Mantello directed, to critical acclaim, Baitz's new play Other Desert Cities.

Other noeworthy productions by Mantello include Terrence McNally's play Love! Valour! Compassion!, about eight gay men sharing a series of summer holidays in an upstate New York house; and Richard Greenberg's Take Me Out, which focuses on the issue of gay athletes in the straight-male-dominated world of professional sports.

1973 – Wilson Cruz (born Wilson Echevarría) is an American actor known for playing Rickie Vasquez on My So-Called Life and the recurring characters of Junito on Noah's Arcand Dr. Hugh Culber on Star Trek: Discovery. As an openly gay person of Puerto Rican ancestry, he has served as an advocate for gay youth, especially gay youth of color.

Wilson Cruz was born in Brooklyn, New York to parents of Puerto Rican descent. His family eventually moved to Rialto, California where he attended Eisenhower High School, graduating in 1991. At age 19, Cruz came out to his parents as gay, first to his mother and then his father. While his mother was initially hurt and shocked, she eventually accepted the news. His father, however, threw him out of the house, and Cruz spent the next few months living in his car and at the homes of friends. He later reconciled with his father.

After coming out to his parents, Cruz went to Hollywood to seek work as an actor, intending to be open about his sexuality from the beginning of his career. In 1994 he was cast as Enrique "Rickie" Vasquez, a troubled gay teen, in the short-lived critically acclaimed cult classic TV series My So-Called Life. In one episode (entitled "So-Called Angels") drawn from Cruz's own life, Rickie comes out to his family, who throw him out of the house.

Cruz works with and advocates on behalf of LGBT youth, especially youth of color. He has volunteered his time as host for the Youth Zone, an online community at Gay.com for LGBT youth. He was the Grand Marshal of the 1998 West Hollywood Gay Pride parade and the 2005 Chicago Pride Parade. In 2008, he was the keynote speaker at the University of Illinois at Chicago's Lavender Graduation and Rainbow Banquet honoring graduating LGBT students.

Cruz joined the board of directors of GLAAD in 1997 in order to assist the organization through a leadership transition, and joined the staff of GLAAD in 2012 as a National Spokesperson and Strategic Giving Officer.

Rowland in his army days

1990 – Died: Chuck Rowland (b.1917) was a founding member of the Mattachine Society. He was active with ONE Inc. and founded the short-lived Church of One Brotherhood. Upon retiring from twenty years of teaching in 1982, Rowland founded Celebration Theatre in Los Angeles.

Chuck Rowland was born and grew up in tiny Gary, South Dakota. He recognized he was homosexual at an early age, and after reading a sympathetic series of articles in a pulp magazine, concluded that, if millions like him existed, they could be mobilized. At the University of Minnesota in the late 1930s, he was active on campus in support of the loyalists of Spain and other causes. While in grad school during 1939–40 he returned to Gary as a substitute for the spring term. On a weekend visit to Minneapolis, he met Bob Hull, a U of M undergraduate. The two had a brief romance, lived together, and became lifelong friends.

In 1942, Rowland was drafted into the army. Due to a severe injury, he stayed stateside during the war. While enlisted, Rowland became a charter member of the American Veterans Committee, a liberal alternative to the American Legion. After discharge in March 1946, he showed his talent as an AVC organizer, but his active support for veterans’ bonus legislation, which the group disparaged as “handouts,” led to his being “canned” by the AVC by 1947.

While in the AVC, Rowland noted that those he knew to be communists were some of AVC’s best organizers. “I was just carried along with this feeling of liberalism and the horror of the [anti-communist] reaction that was setting in,” he said, “and my feeling was that we had to move farther and farther to the left, as a result of which I got into the Communist Party.” Rowland returned to Minneapolis and headed the CP’s Midwest youth division.* (His value as an organizer trumped any chance of being expelled under the party’s unwritten anti-gay policy.) Rowland recruited Hull into the party, and the two contemplated Rowland’s childhood dream of organizing homosexuals.

In 1948, he quit the CP and move to Los Angeles, followed by Hull. There, at a labor school, the two met a teacher, Harry Hay, who also had done some thinking about a homosexual organization.

Harry Hay was developing a blueprint for a homophile support group, but before he could show it to them, Rowland and Hull moved to Mexico in the summer of 1950, intending to relocate permanently to avoid anti-Communist witch-hunts. They returned by fall, however, and received Hay’s completed prospectus, which they eagerly shared with Hull’s new boyfriend, Dale Jennings. The three met with Hay and his lover Rudi Gernreich on Armistice Day 1950, and eventually formed the (necessarily) secretive Mattachine Society and its public nonprofit, Mattachine Foundation.

Mattachine members clockwise from top: Chuck Rowland, Konrad Stevens, unknown, Bob Hull, Jim Gruber

Rowland immersed himself in ONE Inc., writing for its magazine and directing its social services division. In 1954 he proposed that ONE open a guidance center staffed with gay counselors to mentor the waifs who found themselves alone in a new city. The project foundered, but Rowland nevertheless reported to ONE that in 1955 his division provided job placement and/or vocational counseling for nearly 100 people.

The early 60s saw Rowland involved in a possible FBI blacklisting (as both Red and gay), a failed business partnership, a dependence on intoxicants, mounting debt, and eviction. Finally, following the tragic suicide of his friend Bob Hull in May of 1962, Rowland returned to the Midwest. That summer he was hired as a credentialed high school teacher in Iowa. Obtaining his master’s degree in 1967, he chaired the theater arts department at a Minnesota college.

Upon retiring in 1982, Rowland returned to Los Angeles from his “exile,” as he put it, while admitting to “some worthy accomplishments” and meaningful relationships. In late 1982, with Jim Kepner and ex-Mattachino Martin Block, Rowland founded Celebration Theatre, billed as “the only theatre in Los Angeles dedicated exclusively to productions of gay and lesbian plays.” Kepner hosted its debut in the late spring of 1983, in his National Gay Archives.

Having been hospitalized in March 1090 with prostate cancer that proved to be terminal, Rowland “moved to Duluth where a former student fixed up a handsome apartment overlooking the lake,” according to a Kepner-penned obituary. “He spent five happy months among students and relatives….” Chuck Rowland died December 27, 1990.

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Favorite Characters/Actors To Write For

Draco Malfoy, Weasley twins

Jesse Pinkman

Paul Dano characters

Josh Hutcherson characters

Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Damon Salvatore, Silas, Klaus Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson

Rodrick Heffley

Bellamy Blake

Ezra Fitz(should probably make it clear I don’t condone)

Ian Duncan(Community)

Charlie(It’s Always Sunny)

Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase

Finnick Odair

Tommy Shelby

Killian Hook

Paul Dano

Klitz(The Girl Next Door)

Dwayne Hoover(Little Miss Sunshine)

Edward Nashton(The Batman)

Calvin Weir-Fields(Ruby Sparks)

Brian Wilcox(Fast Food Nation)

Joby Taylor(For Ellen)

Nick Flynn(Being Flynn)

Josh Hutcherson

Peeta Mellark(The Hunger Games)

Mike Schmidt(FNAF)

Josh Futturman(Future Man)

Devon Bostick

Rodrick Heffley(Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Jasper Jordan(The 100)

Cillian Murphy

Tommy Shelby(Peaky Blinders)

Dr. Jonathan Crane(The Dark Knight)

Neil(Watching the Detectives)

Christian Bale

Patrick Bateman(American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne(The Dark Knight)

Breaking Bad

Jesse Pinkman

Jane Margolis

Saul Goodman

Harry Potter(Golden Trio Era)

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Pansy Parkinson

Blaise Zabini

Theodore Nott

Daphne Greengrass

Adrian Pucey

Terence Higgs

Harry Potter(Marauders Era)

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Lily Potter

Severus Snape

Regulus Black

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissa Malfoy

Bellatrix Lestrange

Arthur Weasley

Harry Potter(Fantastic Beasts Era)

Newt Scamander

Queenie Goldstein

Leta Lestrange

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Luke Castellan

Thalia Grace

Jason Grace

+ Gods

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia

David Rossi

Elle Greenaway

Cat Adams

Megan Kane

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

John Winchester

Mary Winchester

Castiel

Charlie Bradbury

Rowena McLeod

Adam Milligan

Lucifer

Ruby

Jessica Moore

Gabriel

Benny Lafitte

Bela Talbot

Jo Harvelle

Ellen Harvelle

Superstore

Jonah Simms

Amy Sosa

Marcus White

Garrett McNeill

Dina Fox

Cheyenne Lee

Bo Thompson

Gilmore Girls

Lorelai Gilmore

Christopher Hayden

Luke Danes

Logan Huntzberger

Jess Mariano

The Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark

Katniss Everdeen

Gale Hawthorn

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

Haymitch Abernathy

Pretty Little Liars

Aria Montgomery

Spencer Hastings

Emily Fields

Hannah Marin

Mona Vanderwaal

Alison Di Laurentis

Jason Di Laurentis

Ezra Fitz

Toby Cavanaugh

Jenna Marshall

Caleb Rivers

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce

Elena Gilbert

Jeremy Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

The Originals

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Marcel Gerard

Davina Claire

Twilight

Edward Cullen

Bella Swan

Alice Cullen

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Emmett Cullen

Victoria

The 100

Bellamy Blake

Octavia Blake

Jasper Jordan

Shameless

Fiona Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Frank Gallagher

Mandy Milkovich

Kevin Ball

Veronica Fisher

The Bear

Carmy Berzatto

Sydney Adamu

Richie Jerimovich

Suicide Squad

Harley Quinn

Rick Flag

Blackguard

Once Upon A Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Rumplestiltskin

Robin Hood

Ruby

Hades

Community

Jeff Winger

Abed Nadir

Annie Edison

Troy Barnes

Ian Duncan

It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia

Charlie Kelly

Dennis Reynolds

Dee Reynolds

Mac

Cricket

House MD

Greg House

Robert Chase

James Wilson

Lisa Cuddy

Parks and Recreation

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

MCU, Marvel

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker(Holland, Garfield, Maguire)

Gamora

Peter Quill

Scott Lang

Steven Strange

Jessica Jones

Wade Wilson

DC CW

Oliver Queen

Barry Allen

Felicity Smoak

Laurel Lance

Sara Lance

Malcom Merlyn

John Constantine

Leonard Snart

Ray Palmer

Caitlyn Snow

Julian Albert

Rip Hunter

10 Things I Hate About You

Patrick Verona

Cameron James

New Girl

Jess Day

Nick Miller

Schmidt

Other Characters

Charlie Kelmeckis(Perks Of Being A Wallflower)

Jesse Eisenberg Characters

Dr. Who(10th Doctor)

Will Probably Add More

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