#I thought things were supposed to change for the better

[tokosparrow]

romantic b-127 headcanons

a/n: i haven’t written anything in i like to say a year? and i have a bunch of bee thoughts that need to be let out after getting into the transformers franchise!! (especially tfo but i’ll write for more transformers series soon) i also based this song off studio killers “i wanna ruin our friendship” in parts of it :3!! (it might be a TAD bit ooc at first and very much self indulgent so apologies before i start off!!)

𖦹 you were dropped into sublevel-50 due to maybe straying off from what you were supposed to which made you a tab bit nervous, especially finding out there was another mech down there along side you.

𖦹 you were a bit scared at first but you were quickly greeted by a introduction from the follow mech.

𖦹 “didn’t mean to scare you there, i’m b-127!! or b, or badassatron, either is fine, i’m just glad to finally have someone down here!!

𖦹 after some warming up and him catching you up on what’s needed to do, the two of you become almost instant buddies!!

𖦹 he’d introduce you to his other “buddies” but you really didn’t mind, he was alone after all.

𖦹 b even found himself letting you sleep where he slept before you came and creating you things as your friendship progressed through days and months.

𖦹 he even felt himself feel all giddy when he noticed you wear or use the things he made as you two worked, it even led him to work harder subconsciously.

𖦹 there were even some times where you two slept close to each other since he says it was more “convenient” but yet he felt as it was more than that when it gave him times where he could see you up close.

𖦹 especially with sometimes when you ask him to speak or tell a random story as you sleep since it helped you, it made him feel very helpful and close to you which probably didn’t help his growing romantic feelings for you…

𖦹 one day, far into your friendship with him, he seemed more anxious and a tad bit to himself more than you used to, after the shift of the day you decided to confront him.

𖦹 “i..im fine, nothing for you to worry my dear dear, very dear… bud!!” he tries to reassure you but you weren’t buying and he knew that.

𖦹 after many pleads and trying to have him open up on the sudden change of his upbeat nature, he finally burst his thoughts out all at once.

𖦹 “i don’t know how to say this since you’re really are my dearest friend but i just…i just want to love you more than that…” you were stunned at the sudden confession

𖦹 “i want to be lovers instead!!” he bursted out loud a last confession as there’s no nothing left but just you…

𖦹 he held onto your hands he looked into your optics as he nervously waiting through your silence which scared him more than ever before

𖦹 but before he knew it he felt quick kiss onto his faceplate before he was pulled into your embrace.

𖦹 “i’m so glad i noticed you weren’t acting yourself B…because i feel the exact same…”

𖦹 after that days confession, sleeping close together and sleeping to his voice never felt more intimate, because from that day on he became yours and you became his.

𖦹 maybe being put into sublevel-50 was some destiny turned into the better…

[bothoutsiders]

pls i recommend listening to this song on repeat while reading. ( this is part two from a previous ficlet. )

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The cold, wet concrete beneath him felt oddly comforting, even as his chest tightened with every shallow gasp. It was difficult to pull air into his lungs, and whenever he managed to do it, it burned with each breath. The metallic, sharp scent of his own blood lingered in the air. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Not now.

He had been alone for too long, and when things changed, when he became the monster he was now– he found someone who accepted him. Tim. Jason’s mind brought back memories of him. His warm, small hand petting his fur. His forehead pressing against Jason’s, as he whispered encouraging, kind words. Things were going to be alright, he only needed to focus on his voice.

The thought of opening his eyes never crossed his mind. Let alone the thought of even getting on his feet to look for shelter and heal his wounds. Even with the struggle of breathing, he was feeling strangely comfortable. Enough to want to take a well deserved nap.

“Jason!”

His ears twitched, tuning to the new sound, ignoring the one of his lungs slowly collapsing. The voice sounded real, but it could’ve been one of his many hallucinations. It happened occasionally, after all, his mind had been broken a few times. By now, he was barely aware of the state of his own body, not even noticing he had been lying on a puddle of blood for a while now.

“Jason! Jay!”

The voice was so familiar. He almost could tell who it was… But he couldn’t put a name to them. He could only see the image in his head of a pretty young man smiling up at him. It was a sweet, nice smile. 

Tim. Timothy was his name.

A low growl rumbled deep in his throat, his body fighting, refusing to surrender, because that was what he did best. To resist. To come back from death… But it felt so cold now.

With great effort, Jason opened his eyes, but his vision was blurred. The voice calling his name, and the sound of feet running on puddles of rain in the distance, grew muffled. His pulse thundered in his ears, louder than his breaths.

“Stay with me, Jason. You’ll be alright!”

With some difficulty, his exhausted eyes tried to focus on the thin figure kneeling in front of him. He felt small hands inspecting his body with practiced ease, and somehow, he felt safe. He felt he was back home.

When he looked up at Tim’s face, he saw his disbelief, the desperation as tears rolled down his pretty face. He could smell Tim’s fear in the night breeze. Jason didn’t need to see to know this was the end.

“Jason, look at me,” it took some effort to pull away his gaze from Tim’s hands. They were covered with blood. “You need to help me, I need you to stand up– we will take out the bullets, then you’ll be able to heal– Jason, listen to my voice!” 

He could hear Tim’s voice breaking as he closed his eyes again. He knew he couldn’t fight this now. 

Tim's trembling hands reached out, brushing against the black fur of his head. Some parts of his body were already matted with dried blood, making it impossible for Tim’s thin fingers to brush him as he used to. He tried to cup his face and lean against him as his boyfriend’s head rested on his lap, and his blood stained his legs completely.

“Stay with me, Jason. Stay with me, stay with me, stay with– Jason, please.” A broken sob. 

Jason nuzzled against him, seeking comfort in the only person who had accepted him, who had offered affection. The motion was slow, tender, despite the growing weight of death pulling him down. He was trying to imprint Tim’s scent in his fading senses.

Maybe it should’ve been better if Tim hadn’t seen him in this state.

His head dipped against Tim, whose sobbing filled the silence. He mustered up energy to look at him one last time. Jason’s eyes, now dull and fading, locked onto his as he tried to memorize every detail of his face, before darkness slowly swallowed his world, stealing the last bit of light.

He could rest now.

[poeticallyspiteful]

the way things change (ch. one)

ethan landry x reader

fluff/angst

cw: mentions of broken bones, blood loss, nerve damage, scars, burns, hand tremors, physical therapy, wheelchairs, chronic pain, a feeding tube, ptsd, the panic attacks, paranoia, nightmares, insomnia, murder?? like it’s scream, alcohol consumption, allusions to sex, i think that’s it but lemme know if i missed anything

summary: after almost a year of recovery, ethan’s helping you push yourself into some immersion therapy—you’re not loving it.

notes: i hope y’all like the first official chapter, apologies for the ending, it was getting too long so i had to cut part of it to move it to the next chapter. enjoy!!

"do you think this is cute?" you stepped out of the bathroom, lifting your arms as stiff as a mannequin. your party clothes were comfortable but this was the first time in months you've really gotten ready; you couldn't help but feel a stranger in your own clothes.

three broken ribs, severe blood loss, nerve damage in your hands, and a shattered knee— not to mention the scars from burns and cuts and stabs that littered your body from head to toe. you were left quite literally broken into pieces after that night.

but, miraculously, you survived— even if that meant the recovery was mind breaking.

the hand tremors, the physical therapy, the wheelchair and the cane it had been traded in for. the scars, the random, blinding pains, being fed from a tube for months because stomaching food was nearly impossible. the ptsd, the panic attacks, the paranoia and the nightmares that turned into crippling insomnia.

the farther down the road you traveled, the more it seemed like a tunnel with no light at the end.

however, you had ethan. and he made everything infinitely better.

even now, you felt your muscles relax as he looked up from his phone, a small smile breaking out on his face at the sight of you.

“you’re gorgeous.”

you rolled your eyes as you fought back a smile, cheeks heating. “that’s not what i asked.”

“i don’t care. you’re gorgeous,” ethan said, closing the space between you and putting his hands on your hips.

you bit the inside of your lip to cinch your grin as you leaned into his touch.

“this is unfair, you can’t be cute when i’m supposed to be mad at you.”

ethan scoffed, tugging you forward until you were flush against his chest, his arms fully wrapped around you like a cocoon. “i’m making you follow your therapists instructions and attend a small party for an hour. you’ll live, princess.”

“so mean…” she mumbles against his chest, wrapping her arms around his torso.

“i know, i’m horrible. let’s go.”

the second you walked into the god awful frat house, a wave of nausea overcame you. the stench of beer wafted through the room, mingling with a sweaty, musty undertone.

"you said this was supposed to be a small party?" you asked, as a very drunk boy stumbled past you, nearly knocking you over. ethan pulled you tight against his side, though the packed room makes you both felt like you were overheating.

"yeah, on second thought, chad's not a very good judge of these things,” he says, eyes trailing after the drunk that almost ran you down.

you lean against him, looking up through your eyelashes with the needy look he can never deny. “can we leave? please?”

ethan furrows his brow, frowning at you. “we can still have fun! c’mon, just an hour. less than that! just 50 minutes now.”

you whine exaggeratedly as he leads you to a less crowded corner. “last time i was at one of these, someone stabbed me, so i feel i have good reason for hesitation.”

ethan’s expression softens but he does not relent. “you told me not to let you bail, baby. c’mon, let’s get you something to drink.”

blood. so much blood—coating your hands, soaking your dress, filling your senses and splattering on the floor.

“baby? bab— hey, hey, it’s okay.”

ethan’s face blurs and it feels like you’re swaying even though you know your not. it all happened so fast, the room was spinning so fast, everything was moving so fucking fast.

“hey! can you hear me?” ethan again. god, he sounds so worried. you hope he’s not too worried.

you managed to focus your eyes and see that he’s moved you to his lap, his hands covering your own as they press onto your wound. something is soft under your fingers now—his flannel, you realize—and in the same moment you realized your blood is soaking through that too.

“yeah,” you whisper. “i hear you…”

“the ambulance is on its way, just stay awake.”

“where— where’d he go?” you slurred. whether it was from the blood loss, the alcohol, or the panic, you weren’t sure.

ethan shakes his head, pressing down harder on your stomach as he saw your eyes lose focus again. “he ran away, he’s gone, you’re okay.”

she shut your eyes tight as the room started to swim again. “said you… coming…” you managed to murmur, though the blood that had snuck past your lips wasn’t doing any favors for your speech.

“what?”

“he said you had it coming.”

“what do you want to drink?” ethan asked softly, one hand gripping hip as he plucked too red solo cups off of the tower that say on the drink table.

you hummed doubtfully. “i don’t know if i want to drink tonight. maybe just a diet coke?”

“fine by me.” he presses a kiss to your temple before pulling away, pouring two cans of diet coke into two cups.

“you can drink,” you said quickly, suddenly worried you were ruining his night. you knew ethan was never much of a party person but you wouldn’t blame him for wanting to get out of the house, away from you, away from all your trauma and problems and—

“i don’t mind staying sober,” he reassures. “plus, when we’re back at my apartment, we can drink wine, watch a funny movie, and make out until we fall asleep.”

you smile, leaning into him and taking your soda from his hand. “that sounds nice.”

ethan hummed, kissing the top of your head as it rests against his chest. “40 minutes.”

you bite your lip, looking up at him, wrapping an arm around his middle. “what about 30 if i make it worth your while?”

“i’m not some slut,” he chides, a smile creeping on his face.

“i believe i’d be the slut in that situation.”

“oh really—”

“well if it isn’t mr. and mrs. landry!”

and there’s chad. more specifically, a super excited, super loud, and super drunk chat.

“hey, man,” ethan greets, pulling away from you to give his roommate a one armed hug and a pat on the back.

“what are you guys doing here?” chad asked, pulling you in for a hug with just as much excitement. “you haven’t come to one of these all year.”

“yeah, we’re not here for long,” you said, forcing a smile that chad was too drunk to call out. “just wanted to say hello and grab a drink.”

chad nods, head bobbing to the deafening beat of the music playing. he smiled at you, that broad, blinding smile and leaned in to hug you again, holding you against him for a moment longer.

“i’m proud of you,” he slurred whispered, patting you on the back hard enough to make you cough up some phlegm. “you’re doing really good.”

“thanks, chad.” you laughed as you pulled apart. “now go back to partying! your fans must be missing you dearly.”

he laughs, though it sounds more like a giggle and shouts something unintelligible at you as he walks back into the crowd. once he’s gone, your shoulders slump a bit again, leaning against ethan once more.

“i socialized, i’m done, we can leave now.”

“nope. we still have 35 minutes left.”

“what are you, the timekeeper?” you grumbled, feet feeling like cement blocks as he guided you out into the common area, away from the dance floor but still plenty claustrophobic.

“well, i did start a timer when we got out of the car, so yeah,” he quipped, “i am.”

“you’re insufferable.”

“you love me.”

“mhm.”

[spinetacks]

I have some thinks on this. although this has been bizarrely frustrating as a fan pleading with people to understand Something Is Wrong, and I did have to scream for an hour to recover, I do get it? the rest of the answer made more sense of it — matt saying it was partly to shake things up so people wouldn’t think they’re too same-y and so there’ll be a reaction when they bring their old style back. pretending they can’t wrestle anymore as a bratty response to their style being endlessly criticised..does feel like something they’d do lol

Everything we do is on purpose. We put a lot of thought into every little thing. If you see us having a match where we are not leaving our feet much, we are just trying something new. Sometimes, it doesn’t always work out. I feel like, maybe, it hurt our matches a little bit and our matches, at some point in the year, were not as exciting as people normally think our matches are. I remember Nick just going, ‘Matt, let’s just go freakin’ kill it like we always do. We know how to kill it, let’s just go kill it again.’ I said, ‘OK.’ 

like as fans this was obvious and frustrating, and I did see people on here noticing the better matches and going oh! that was actually good!? they are supposed to be good right?? but as well as this year definitely not seeming to go how it was supposed to, I think they’re kinda beyond the necessity and point of caring about how they’re viewed. the hate towards them since aew started has gone from extreme to extreme. they have a 20 year long career that speaks for itself, so if people see one weird gimmick and have no curiosity about it and think they’re suddenly washed or were maybe overhyped and never that great then at least if those people keep watching aew they’ll be shocked when this era is over. if their own fans bought into it and thought they’d suddenly become worse that’s on the fans. but I do think, like, they did decided to renew their contracts but they are done with having a legacy in wrestling now. matt had another retirement crisis he needed talking out of, and I wonder how much of this was like his original retirement crisis where they said ok lets try this once more and just do whatever the hell we want. but now their careers aren’t actually at stake because they need to succeed. he was fed up of the constant demand for more and lack of appreciation, and he felt like the criticism was an absolute inevitability no matter what they did. so matt prefers being a heel and letting him have a little of his extreme wants by having them change name and do this was maybe the big shakeup he needed to find some joy and purpose in it again after a rough patch. he seems to have been itching to cause an upset by having something horrible/disappointing happen with them. like, no, he wasn’t allowed to completely blow up their career by stripping them of what makes them who they are, but nick reluctantly letting them shelve their usual match style achieved something similar. they changed things up by being worse and stinky and absent rather than attempting to be as good in a different way, but ultimately they will be as good again and people will (hopefully??) appreciate them more for it 🤸

a lot going on in that interview but I am violently shaking my fists at them for this

if only because I’ve been in absolute agony and anguish the last few months trying to tell people who are recently sniffing around getting interested in them that these aren’t matches anywhere near their usual standard 😭 I’ve been posting about this. I’ve been wailing and using percentages and begging people to look at older work because they’re doing this on purpose. AND THEY WERE. AS I KNEW. BUT I NEED EVERYONE ELSE TO KNOW!!!! 😭

[getting-messi]

I’m really debating how much I love Barcelona right now.

Their response to Messi’s move is honestly disgusting.

[dykedvonte]

Danse has to get homesick In Sanctuary. Like despite being uncertain of how much his past is real including times with the Brotherhood, those memories were home. The Brotherhood was home especially the Prydwen.

No matter all the comfort and the luxuries SoSu could put to make him feel more relaxed or like it’s his space it’s still not home. It’s so unique to him cause everyone else has a home in a sense. A thing or place they can come and go to as they please while Danse doesn’t. He can never go back to the people he considered family and they can never go to him without serious consequences. It doesn’t help that (due to his own faults and beliefs) a good majority of the new people in his life do not exactly like him.

It’s so isolating for him as the wasteland is also a different culture in general. Theres so much he’s not used to vs what he is. But all in all I think that’s a good thing. I feel as if Danse had a better arc in game it would 100% have him learning or developing a sense of home before a sense of self. I think it gets overlooked that Danse is a person that likes or feels like he needs to belong to something. A cause, a philosophy, a mission. He needs a goal. He must learn to live for himself and his purpose but it’s clear he wants to find that through something which is why he latches onto the Sole Survivor after rather than just wander the wastes. He needs something, anything to base a sense of self on at this point in time and who better than the person that opened their home to him in the first place.

He’s a dude that needs a foundation or home to ground himself on or else he doesn’t know what to do with himself or even start.

[thegreatyin]

to put a long story short: at the end of ffxiv's base game, literally Directly before the beginning of its first expansion (heavensward), there is a series of quests and story arcs that eventually snowball into an hour-long cutscene in which the entire thing comes to a head in the literal worst way possible. like, "the hero's plans all go horribly wrong and several major characters die onscreen, with others going missing (presumed dead), eventually culminating in the player character being framed for the murder of the leader of a nation-state and being Literally Forced To Flee The Country" wrong.

heavensward leads directly on from this plotline. you arrive at the major location of the expansion in the midst of seeking asylum whilst being a wanted criminal everywhere else in the world right now. it's like. A Whole Thing. the game makes such a big deal out of it all. the fandom does as well. and for good reason!! it's a really good moment!!!!!!

and then roughly 1/3rds of the way into heavensward you find out that literally none of it mattered. nobody important actually died, no changes were actually made to the status quo, and nothing comes of being literally kicked out of the country for (what is implied to be) several in-universe weeks, if not months. None Of It Mattered. None.

TLDR; the bloody banquet is a major, exciting, and very infamous twist that seems like it's going to segway into a MAJOR upheaval of the status quo and some really intriguing ramifications for the story as a whole... and then heavensward does away with literally all of that and practically writes the entire thing off as a waste of time.

you may be able to see why i'm so salty about it.

[sleetsong]

                        In all HONESTY, Ami wasn't surprised that he hadn't dragged her out of the restaurant. In fact, his HESTIANCY only solidied what she had already suspected about the other. HE WAS ALL BARK & NO BITE. At least when it came to certain things & although the need to place her attention onto something else was ALMOST becoming too much to keep in, Ami kept her wits about her. Never would she be the one to ignore consent & harass. Even in this state, that was not her.

                      Instead, for now, her attention stayed on the SWIRLING TRANSLUCENT SHADE OF GREEN that clashed against the ivory tea cup. His silence caused the past events he was not present for echo LOUDER for her. With no external stimuli, the thoughts REPLAYED the events all over again; how to better say this & a better DELIVERY for that. & yet, she had NO CHOICE but to live with the way she did everything now. Her relationship with her mother had changed. Never again will they be the people they once were with each other & with Yusuke, the same thing can be said. HOW TRAGIC.

                       & in still SILENCE she sat with him. Waiting for something---ANYTHING to fill the void between them. Even so close together, ami still found a way to be WORLDS apart from 'normal' people. Just what did people see in her that was WORTH anything. The silence between broke with his voice & she found herself, although not looking up from the green liquid of chilling tea, intensely LISTENING. ❝  .  .  .  I  did  not  mean  -  -  ❞

                   & again she had to STOP & LISTEN; finally looking up from her liquid looking glass & almost missing what he had said. Usually when one accepts something (in this case, her body) the people OFFERING would be ecstatic with the fact that they are WANTED in return. What did Ami feel? EMPTY. For the circumstances were not what they SUPPOSED to be. Her heart knew it to be so, but her mind REFUSED to shut off the record of past event. ❝ Yea  .  .  .  Let's  do  that  .  It  will  be  .  .  .  nice  .  ❞ The yen was placed in the center & without a second thought, Ami walked with Yusuke, hand in hand to the closet decent looking hotel within the downtown area & managed to check in to the quiet room with nary a word between them the whole way there.

━━   ❝   𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡..𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐨.   ❞  Given the veneer Yusuke often display of him being a deviant, he wonders himself why is he just going on with the meal and not just rushing her out of the establishment. After all she’s the girl he’s been pining for as of late..finding a room, and becoming ONE in both body and spirit would be the ultimate goal. After all, they wouldn’t be the first teens to do it either way…wait..THAT’S RIGHT.

They wouldn’t be the first set of teenagers to take their relationship to a physical level beyond just kissing. No, no Ami wanted this..and he wanted this too. ‘Come on Yusuke get a friggin’ grip. You’ve groped her at least one time every month..with all the lumps and bruises you got t’ go with those soft feelings you practically DESERVE this.’ The bad part of his mind lectured himself as he took the glass of tea and began drinking.

‘WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!’ A question he asked himself more often than not..but not something he was brave enough to utter out loud. “Flattery…” With everything he’s been through at that tournament…he was just happy it was all over..or was he?? No, Yusuke was not going to obsess over the ABSOLUTE FUN he had in those death matches where he found meaning in his own life and a place where he truly belong: AMONG THE MONSTERS. 

He took another sip of his drink. “You might be right..still wished the flattery didn’t come with paid visits t’ a shrink.” The amount of therapy he’d probably need just to be ‘alright’ would be immense. “Ya know what?...I did lose my appetite..excited and all, let’s just LEAVE. Put money between the two of us for the meal plus tip and we can just go..and be together..” Mostly because he wanted to be outside of his own head now..if it means being INSIDE OF HER then so be it.

[eksperimentgaj]

hey, look, I managed to draw something

danger noodle/medusa (with Lando being the biggest danger noodle in the picture)

inspired by Mr. Norris' Vegas helmet

[maxiwaxipads]

Romarriche - “Your company is one of a kind… I would never lie to you. I would never say a half-truth or be quiet.” “What is it in your mind, Merold?” “Hearing your voice, complaint or not—it is music to me either way.” Merold - “If there is one constant in this world… Let it be you.” “You’re the cruelest and the kindest thing that happened to me.” “…If only you continued to look at me like that.” Romarriche - “…Merold?” Merold - “But~ It’s only a minor case of bad-mood-itis.” “So Romarriche, spoil me with a spar, will you?” Romarriche - “Merold.” Romarriche - “Look at me.” Merold - “…” Romarriche - “Is something… Wrong?” Merold - “Instead of a spar…” “I might want to lie down on your lap after all.”

[lovelyleech]

Someday I'll make setting people actually like and find worth engaging in even if its just going Cool! Once and never again but until that day I'm just kind of stuck getting really sad when I think of something cool enough that I get confident sharing it and then its just. Crickets.

[faaun]

. anyway after writing the tags 4 this post i told my research partner i will no longer follow his dreams lmao. still helping w it but i need to engage in research that i find satisfying

[ryuusei-niu]

I'm so sick of this

[jadegr8]

god why was i so incredibly dumb to let slip to someone that i had a blog on tumblr and now they're determined to find it

[shot-messenger]

things r so not good and there is no real sign of it changing any time soon

[libraford]

It is possible to interact with people whom share opposing views and no this is not about pineapple on pizza. In fact, it is imperative that you learn how to be civil with some people who you may find difficult to agree with.

At work, Youngin would often tell me that the guy that trained him (Ginger) was a misogynist. I had never met Ginger, and I had very little to say on this matter. But I would ask Youngin some questions about him because I like to know the other seasonal workers a little. I ask about Ginger- first words from Youngin's mouth 'he's a misogynist.'

I asked him why he thought that. (There are many misogynists at this location, as someone that is woman-shaped I see it often, I am comparing notes.)

"We were on our way to a location and a driver was going really slowly. When he got around her he said 'fucking women drivers.' Like he was going out of his way to prove that the driver was a woman."

The last month or so, Youngin worked exclusively with me because I knew that it was a matter of time before he said something that pissed off one of the guys. He was not going to get along with people here, it just wasn't happening.

When he left, everyone wanted to know what he was like to work with. And I finally got to have a conversation with Ginger.

"I'd like to ask you something a little strange- he said that on his first day there was an issue with a driver going slowly. Can you tell me about that?"

"Oh yeah! She was going super slow and when I got around her I said 'yup- little old lady driving.' And he was like 'what's that supposed to mean?' And I just kind of dropped it, but I hear he was saying I was a misogynist over it?"

So I give Youngin some grace because he's young, he's got a social bubble that's very liberal, he has not met very many people that weren't part of that kind of scene. But he often talked about how every person here has said something that pissed him off and he seemed really surprised that I (woman-shaped queer liberal) would be okay working with all these sexist homophobes.

And I give grace to Ginger because he had no reason to think that his words would be interpreted like that. What he was saying was normal to him. This is... somewhat the culture of landscaping jobs. And its not even close to the worst thing I've heard out of these dudes mouths. (Literally had one of the dudes comment that he would like to 'motorboat' one of the pedestrians.)

It was weird for Youngin to carry that with him for the whole two months that he worked here, over a very... small comment.

Every single person I've worked with here has said something that has given me pause and I tuck it away to rant about later and then I let it go. If it gets out of hand, I talk to one of the bosses about it. I know how to contact HR. I came into this place knowing that I was going to disagree politically with most of the people that I work with because I'm coming in to a culture that is fundamentally different from my own.

If I am being frank, I find the overt bigotry somewhat better than the corporate bullshit of 'we value your contributions, but won't be granting your accommodations request out of fairness to other workers' or the glass cliff or literally being fired for my sexual orientation but phrased with 'oh you just weren't a good fit for the culture here.' I at least know what I'm getting into when I come to work. I know what not to talk about. Last time I thought I was safe to talk about something queer with my boss she blindsided me with some transphobic garbage.

Its admirable to stick up for the marginalized people in your life, but part of changing minds is knowing the time and the place to comment. I think I've changed more minds at this warehouse by being a visibly out lesbian at work than I have by making carefully crafted speeches.

That is fine. It is fine to disagree. Sometimes you have to work with racists, homophobes, and assholes. That is part of being an adult. You talk about things like... sports or TV or weather or some cool bug you saw. Finding common ground with people who are different from you in many ways is an important part of socialization and it sucks to think you have anything in common with a jackass but look- you're spending 7-ish hours with these people and at some point some of them are going to say stupid shit. You are going to say stupid shit also. I have said my fair share of stupid shit. Deal with the fact that you're all stupid shits.

And for fuck's sake, wear your hardhat.