#PreS1

[lolaumarova-breitner2]

[thephthaloblues]

So far my planned / intended The Boys fics for my Omegaverse canon are:

- Lore doc explaining in depth how Omegaverse works with Compound V and canon Dynamic assignments (PLEASE lmk which folks you want to know about, maybe I'll do a master post here too for funsies with all my thoughts)

- Transatlantic (Alpha!Translucent x Omega!The Deep) through preS1 - S2 May do an optional fic where Translucent dies to weave it in with the Deep-Train fic, but there will be a version where he lives. Stay tuned to see how I finagle that. ;D

- Deep-Train through S4 (Alpha!A-Train x Omega!The Deep) (likely to take place in the canon where Translucent still dies in S1.)

- Maeve + Starlight + Hughie + Butcher (Alpha!Maeve + Alpha!Starlight + Beta!Hughie + Alpha!Butcher) (hear me OUT) (likely a series of oneshots with no super defined canon, we'll see)

Open to questions / suggestions / requests! These will slowly make their way to AO3 as I write them, getting back into the fanfic saddle is gonna take some time.

[baronessblixen]

Saw your tags! I admit the angle about Bill knowing abt Scully's past relationships might be a stretch; but I find it interesting that from the get-go he intuits that Scully follows leadership "blindly" (as he sees it); and that she tends to "lose" herself in whatever "role" she's trying to fill before he even met Mulder or thoroughly assessed the situation. And it's no secret she and her father had pet names for each other, so it'd be easy for him to add 2 and 2 to get 4.

I can see him knowing about Jack Willis at least-- maybe not enough to care, but enough to know she was publicly dating and celebrating birthdays with him. Daniel's an if; but he was a big enough turn in Scully's life that she transferred out from under him and caused a big stink when recruited to the FBI. And Bill pegged Scully (not altogether rightly) as being a second mate to Mulder's insane quest, quietly judging the whole situation at Maggie's party.

I guess it wouldn't surprise me if preS1 and S1 Scully kept her family more in the loop, not having distanced herself because of her experiences: openly talking about her cute partner to Ellen, filling in Mulder on her own personal life, talking about her brothers casually in Roland's episode. I think reticence came later: before her abduction. she spoke her mind (little girl yelling at her brother and calling Mulder "Spooky" with her other peers before assignment, for instance.)

But I'm open to having my mind changed, of course~. ;))))

They don't seem particularly close to me and it's probably just a headcanon of mine, but I'm not sure how often they see each other. So I imagine Scully telling her mother - and before she died, her sister - things and then Maggie Scully slips that information into conversations with her other children. I wish we'd seen more of that whole family dynamic. Bill does seem a bit like he's trying to fill his father's shoes and be the head of the family after his death. So of course him not knowing something about one of his siblings would bother him.

Maybe he thinks she follows leadership blindly is because he doesn't understand what she does for work and he only sees her follow Mulder. Probably much like she used to follow their dad around and maybe even him when she was young. Do we know if their dad only had a nickname for her? Maybe each of them had a nickname.

I can't see Scully give Daniel as a reason why she's accepting the position at the FBI. I'm not sure the show intended it like that either. I think she and Melissa talk about it in a flashback and they're just talking about it being a challenge.

Totally agree that she probably kept them more in the loop pre her abduction. Especially pre-season 1. and can you blame her? What can she talk about? There isn't much. The only other person who fully gets it is Mulder. It's all very interesting and I really wish we could have had more of their family dynamics.

[amplifyme]

Read the first of your fics! :DDDDDDDD

The Sticking Place

Loved reading this! Your voice was so soothing and intriguing; and it was fun to look at all the parts you wove in from BATB and potentially nodded at from Nan’s work-- or that the two of you drew from the characters so clearly that it feels as natural as breathing to switch from her stories to yours. The fic was intense, engaging, and gave me a few more thoughts to deeply reflect on. All in all, felt more wrinkly brained afterward when all the pieces were tied together.

The theme of trying out new skills, scaling buildings, and finally escalating to murder was an excellent parallel between Vincent and the killer; and pragmatic Cullen chastising Vincent’s measures only to eventually sink to them himself in “Fever” was a fun little layer to add to the overall experience. 

One other thing: I see why you drew my attention so much to Cullen in BATB-- he plays a very key role in a lot of fic; so much so, that I wish he had been more in the series. Another funny thing, to me at least: he seems to just appear over, behind, or near Vincent in his unguarded moments; and that is levity almost bordering on comedy to me because of V’s reactions. 

The threads you drew post S3 and preS1 are making me tug on the tiny little threads woven throughout Vincent’s character arc, so I am a very happy reader~. ;)))) 

And now, for a live react from Sis:

Sis was delighted with the pinky toe hole in Diana’s sock. (I was reading, heard her delighted chuff of breath, asked her if she liked it; and she gave a very amusing “Yeah. Maybe. Heehee.” that left no gray area about her level of interest.)

I’ve been trying to poke more out of sis as we read; and she comes up short while being completely unfazed: “I wish I could provide [content/commentary] all the time”, she says, tapping spacebar with her thumb (while simultaneously researching a German film-- “Seine Beste Role” specifically.) Wouldn't have it any other way, because her nonreactions get me to ask her directly which unfolds into other hilarious sidebars.

Father mention-- Sis hilariously bangs a fist against the wall: “Every time Father is mentioned, I keep thinking ‘okay, what information ya gonna drop’?” She looks upon him as the coveted DLC character. 

Sis loved the mouse catching reference-- “the artists’ crossover!”--- and really likes the touches the tie into your fic and Nan’s AWTN. (I’ve been filling her in on what is canon vs. implied/invented with canon.)

““It’s good. Better than good. In, out. Up, down. Those. No good. You know, Vincent?”/“No, I’m sorry, Mouse, I don’t know what you mean. Can you use the name?”” Sis: “Exactly.” She laughs with me. “Sorry, Mouse.” 

Every time Mouse speaks: Sis “Ohmyword” with an indulgent tone (she describes her reactions as “keyboard jam”, a.k.a. akdfasdhfjsahfjksf.) 

““It hadn’t exactly been hot when he’d ladled it out of the enormous stock pot in the kitchen and would surely be cold by the time Cullen left him in peace. He sighed unhappily.”” Sis snorted in relatability. 

““Cullen said, “You got a good heart, Vincent. And I think you’ve gotten it stomped on a time or two because of that.”” I agree; and Sis snorted her agreement. 

““And Father? Father simply wrote off--”” Sis: “OHMYWORD Father’s back.” ””--wrote off his pensiveness as an acute case of spring restlessness and matter-of-factly prescribed a late-night trip Above and a brisk stroll in the park.”” Sis (not derogatory): “I’m disappointed in you, Father.” 

While reading through Cullen and Vincent’s dialogue, I had to prod sis for comments because she was enjoying simply soaking it in: “I’m really enjoying the incidental dialogue…. I know it’s important-- about Vincent’s mental health-- but it feels like a casual conversation... it’s [meaning the tone] Cullen, it’s Cullen.” 

We got in a brief discussion about Kant-- I’m more for, sis is more against. Both agree it’s so Father to believe external authority is needed, and Vincent is the opposite. (We derailed into Moomins temporarily-- something something Kant-- but we’re back on topic now~.) 

““I don’t want to worry him. He has more urgent matters to attend to.”” Sis: “Yeah just don’t make Father worry-- he’ll worry about anything. And you want to make him sit down and say ‘Father, please’. …I’m the most disloyal Father stan ever” (she says while ardently looking forward to Father whenever he pops up.) “EXCUSE ME.” (I told her what I wrote.) 

Sis is vibing with your writing on Cullen vs. Father’s methods with Vincent. 

Asked sis if she had comments after Vincent took off to deal with the threat. “Nooooo, keep reading” (said in a mildly tense tone.)  

Sis while Vincent is murdering a man: “UM, OHMYWORD.” 

““...Father’s swift but ungainly descent from the balcony down the spiral staircase.”” Sis and I loved that part. 

““The kettle took that moment to begin whistling and Father wheeled away and got busy with the work of dropping the infuser into it and gathering mugs and spoons and the honey pot and putting them on the table.”” Sis is so happy for the cozy vibes. 

““Surely not with Father, who had circumspection down to a science.”” I have to put my own thought here-- I’ve been nodding along, drinking in, soaking up your story so haven’t much so that I didn't have much to write; but on my second reread (to sis), this line stuck out, and I had to highlight it. 

““Now, you gonna help me finish this up or you just going to sit there like a bump on a log?”” Sis voted for bump on a log; and we had a spirited faux debate over why bumps and logs would not work in all situations (I against, she in favor.) 

All in all, a wonderful read! Sis gave your writing style a thumbs up emoji; and loved the comfy, cozy touches (and told me she wants to read more cozy BATB fics with less drama so she can completely soak up “the vibes.”)  

Okay, I had to sit with this for a while before I could respond. That's a good thing, by the way.

Your voice was so soothing and intriguing; and it was fun to look at all the parts you wove in from BATB and potentially nodded at from Nan’s work-- or that the two of you drew from the characters so clearly that it feels as natural as breathing to switch from her stories to yours. 

Seriously, this is the best feedback I could ever hope for. Because every BATB fic I've written has been a tribute to - and for - Nan. I think I had all the necessary tools to write good fiction before I started corresponding with her, but it was Nan who showed me how to use them effectively. And she inspired me so much - still does. I'm going to quote a section of her preface from the first edition of Phoenix, the 4th season anthology zine she edited and published.

"In Fourth Season, writers are on their own to invent, extend, and interpret what we've been given of the possibilities of Vincent, Diana, and the other characters of Beauty and the Beast. So it's surprising how similar the guesses and extrapolations are, of the writers of the stories and poetry that follow.

Ideas are nobody's exclusive property. If some speculation or insight in anything you read here sparks your own imagination, feel free to use it. We're all opening and exploring new ground, here. Usual markers that clearly point out some important feature of the landscape are, once established, common to us all."

These are the sorts of things she would tell me when we would discuss (primarily) AWTN. She would be like, "Oh, you like that line I wrote there? Go ahead and use it." "Does that idea intrigue you? Feel free to expand on it." She was infinitely generous - with everything she had.

I think you'll find when you read The Possibility of Being, that I took her at her word, all those years ago. TPOB is nothing more than a tribute to Nan, her writing, and the scope of understanding I gained from picking at her brain. It's littered with little touchstones from AWTN and her other writings. It's very much my gift to her for everything she gave me. And I think it may be the best thing I've ever written. Anyway...

I'm beyond thrilled that both you and Sis liked The Sticking Place, and I treasure your commentary. Honestly, I was terrified you might not like it. I'm going to copy and past this entire thing into a work doc so I can go back to it any time I'm feeling less than competent in my writing. You and your sister have also given me a wonderful gift. Thank you. ❤️

[tik4tat]

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[un-pearable]

YES!!!!!!

[krytus]

seeing the whole viren/aaravos Mess™ makes me glad that the url gayviren is being kept safe by someone i trust (myself)

[koliveitor]

just thought of this potential angsty scenario where after the kerberos mission keith and adam are both are in so much grief they end up in bed with each other.

[lolaumarova-breitner2]

[moomiiii]

see uh miwis like pres1-s2 mike and will and byler is s3-s4 mike and will

[wisewastelands]

What if preS1 apocalypse hasn't happened yet and the reason why Klaus stayed dead was because he didn't have his powers. Granted, Five found Victor's book and stuff, but it all being a big loop would be cool. It would also explain why Reggie knew about the apocalypse.

[artcake]

hello, do draw for hotchgan? if so could you please draw some soft sleepy cuddles with morgan being the big spoon and hotch resting his head and hand on derek’s chest? no pressure!! your artwork is amazing and you deserve all the hype and love!! (if you don’t draw for them, then could you do moreid or jj & derek instead? i just wanna see my boy giving some cuddles 🥺)

You know I'm not generally on board with the hotchgan train but this gave me feels. Maybe early preS1 hotch and Morgan spending time together on cases, hanging out socially because they're close enough in age to know and like the same stuff. Maybe they talk about their childhoods, skirt around the holes left by their trauma.

Or maybe they don't skirt around it at all. They open up to each other, about the wounds left on them, on how it drove them to be the helping hand that other scared and hurt people need. How they each want to be strong but so desperately need to be comforted and supported by someone else who knows.

Maybe one night, late, a few beers in to bolster their courage, one of them leans in close. Their eyes close, their fingers tangle. Something shifts.

(oh look at that I'm a hotchgan now)

[uhzuku]

He Remembers [Dean Winchester]

Summary: He’d never done this before, and the thought of being caught scared him.

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean Winchester/Male!Reader, PreS1!Dean Winchester/Reader, PreS1!Dean Winchester/Male!Reader

For: @superfanficnatural because why the fuck not.

Word Count: 2,261

Warnings: M/M, One Night Stand, First Time, Anal Sex, Bottom!Dean Winchester, Top!Reader

Notes: Starting to add a bit more spice to my blog, so I’m adding a few Male!Reader pieces.

His most recent hunt alone had been tough, but it was long overdue, if Dean was honest. He was twenty seven, after all, not twelve. He was an adult. He needed to take care of himself... and with Sammy still gone and his dad in the wind for the past week and a half he didn’t have anything holding him back.

He was sitting alone at the bar when the guy had come up behind him; he’d been looking around for any potential hookups, ready to rid himself of any extra adrenaline, when he’d felt a tap on his shoulder. Once he’d turned and seen the large man behind him, he’d been a bit nervous; had he taken the guy’s seat? He wasn’t looking for a fight - and barely 130 pounds soaking wet him would definitely not beat the 250 pounds of what looked to be pure muscle standing behind him.

The guy didn’t seem mad, though... he was smiling?

“Nice night,” he says simply. Dean does a double take, unsure why this giant was paying him any attention. The man just waves a hand and a glass of whiskey is put in front of him by the bartender without him even having to open his mouth aside to sip at it, and he doesn’t speak until he’s drank half. “You looking to catch any tail tonight?”

Dean shrugs, looking back down at his drink, “I was, but there’s not really anyone here I’m interested in.”

“That’s a shame,” he replies, taking a sip, “plenty of folks here would like to take you home.”

Dean feels something… different when those words come out of the man’s mouth, and in the back of his mind he knows exactly what the absolute beast of a human being is hinting at - but he isn’t mad like some people would be. He feels… curious?

Dean takes a drink of his beer, setting it down and studying the glass. Was he really contemplating this? He knew what this man was quietly offering, but his father would kill him. No self respecting male hunter would ever… but he wouldn’t know, and it’s not like Dean hadn’t had this same argument when it came to looking at other men. No one would know except this man and himself, what could it hurt?

“A-And what if I just didn’t see everyone yet? And now I like what I see?” Dean asks quietly; the man next to him immediately tenses and Dean worries that even with how little he’d said he’d fucked up - at least until the man’s face breaks into a wide grin.

“Well damn; I’d think that that was a good fact to know,” he purrs, setting down his drink and extending a hand with a lazy grin, “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.”

“Dean,” Dean replies, taking the other man’s hand and shaking it. They resettle themselves on their barstools quietly talking amongst themselves, and before Dean knows it he’s following this man (who was leading in a beat up but ‘trusty’ Ford pickup) in Baby to his cabin in the woods, musing over everything he’d learned. Y/N made a living as a lumberjack around the sleepy Michigan town they were in, prepping thousands of orders for firewood during the tail end of summer and all of autumn to prep for the extremely harsh winters. He didn’t talk to many people and they didn’t talk to him, mainly because people were more or less afraid of him thanks to his size and stature. He had no family to speak of - parents, siblings, wife, husband, kids - more or less because his folks and kid sister had passed in an accident when he was sixteen and everyone else because of the fact already described. They’re pulling in front of a cozy looking place and Y/N’s stepping out of his truck, Dean taking a deep breath in them letting it all out again. He was scared, but not of Y/N, only because he’d never done this before.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” Y/N says simply, unlocking the door and shuffling inside, “make yourself at home.”

Dean looked around curiously, taking in the homey feel of the place, following the older man inside. He freezes and watches with wide eyes as the other man pulls off his flannel shirt, leaving him in a tight black t-shirt. He feels his cock stir in his jeans; holy shit, he really was into this.

Y/N turns around and grins mischievously at him, noticing the half hard bulge in the younger man’s pants. “Like what you see?”

Mute from his sudden interest (that he wasn’t prepared for, and in more ways than one) in the still clothed body in front of him, Dean only nods. Y/N grins, “want to get started?”

Another nod.

Ten minutes pass in an absolute whirlwind as the two rush to get comfortable for what was no doubt going to happen. Y/N drops his jeans around his knees and kicks them away as he pulls off his shirt. Doing the same with his boxers, Dean’s eyes widened as he watched Y/N’s almost impossibly large (in his mind; in reality it was only nine inches long) cock bob lazily, the limb rock solid and curved upwards slightly. His tongue darts out and wets his lips, and Y/N chuckles.

“Wanna suck it? You got the mouth for it,” Y/N says wistfully, but Dean gets nervous.

“I- I don’t know how,” he whispers, suddenly unsure of his decision, “I’ve never done this before.”

Y/N smiles softly. “Just work slow and figure it out; I’ll tell you if you use too much teeth.”

Dean nods and slowly drops down to get on his knees before taking the massive (to him) shaft into his hands. Thinking he should just do what he does to get himself off, he gives it a few quick strokes and has the man above him groaning, making his eyes fly up to look at him.

“D-don’t stop now, sweetheart, you just started!” Y/N grunts, his breathing quickening. Dean nods and looks back to it, eyeing it up for a moment before mentally shrugging off any qualms he had and taking it in.

It was heavy in his mouth, and he was surprised to find it really didn’t taste like much other than just a little bit of sweat - but it had been hot in the bar, and Dean himself was a little sweaty, so he couldn’t really blame him.

Dean didn’t know how to feel about this; on the one hand, his father would absolutely murder him if he ever discovered this happened - which made Dean want to do it even more as an act of rebellion - and astonishingly enough... he liked it. Dean liked the way it sat in his mouth, he liked the way he could roll the head of it around on his tongue, liked the way the size of it forced him to open wide…

“Are you sure you don’t want something to kneel on?” The man above him muses, “your knees are going to start hurting soon, man.”

“No,” he mumbles around it, curling his tongue just under the head and relishing the sharp, staggered intake of breath from the man above him. He smiles around the cock in his mouth just a little, enjoying the way he was making this huge, experienced god of a man come undone.

As he came up for a breath of air, he felt a large hand press gently against the back of his head and thick fingers tangling in his hair.

“D’you trust me, baby?” Y/N asks softly, and Dean nods. Before he knows it his nose is buried in a forest of pubic hair and the older man’s cock is down his throat, making his eyes widen. Y/N pulls him back roughly by the hair a couple times before pulling out and letting him cough a couple of the times while gasping for air. Once he’d caught his breath, he nods up at Y/N who takes him by both sides of his face and shoves his cock down his throat all over again, this time thrusting his member into Dean at a merciless pace. The only noise Dean can make is choked gurgles due to the heavy meat in his mouth. Drool runs in an endless river from the corners of his mouth and down his chin, dripping onto the floor.

Y/N’s cock twitches in his mouth and he pulls out quickly, groaning.

“Fuck, baby boy-“ Dean trembles at the nickname. “-almost fucking came down your throat there,” Y/N clears his throat. “Ready to be fucked like a man?” Y/N purrs, and Dean swears that he feels himself trembling… but he’s not scared.

He’s ready.

“Yes.”

Dean can’t help it - he almost salivates at the thought of it.

He wants that. He wants that now.

He felt Y/N slap his heavy cock directly on his asshole twice before carefully pressing its head against it, making him take his bottom lip between his teeth. The bite’s pressure grew as Y/N slowly pressed inside, and Dean can’t hold back his groan when the head pops through

“Fuckfuckfuck - give it to me!” Dean begs, his own cock and balls shaking as Y/N buries his dick balls deep inside his ass. “Oh God - oh, fuck me!”

“You sure you can take it, princess?” Y/N growls, teeth gritted together. Dean doesn’t rise to the bait, instead moaning at the newest nickname.

“Y-Yes, fuck me!” He begs, voice coming out in a needy, desperate whine. Y/N laughs lowly and gets to work, postponing his hips forward and back and sending his fat cock deep inside Dean’s ass over and over again. Dean could feel the larger man hammering into his prostate with every thrust and couldn’t fight off the urge to curl his toes as he moaned; he was definitely going to come soon. “Oh God - o-oh, fuck-!”

“C’mon baby, you can’t come so soon -“ Y/N groans. He feels a sudden burst of pleasure as his own balls tighten. “You know what, fuck it. Come for me, baby boy.”

With a sudden cry louder than any other that he’d let out, Dean does exactly that, shooting ropes of come across the floor where Y/N had decided to fuck him. Going limp, he barely feels the sudden warmth in is ass as Y/N fills him up with his own come, nor does her really feel it as Y/N carries them to his bedroom before collapsing onto the bed, exhausted. Everything goes dark after that, and Dean falls into an easy, deep sleep that he wakes up from a full ten hours later - alone.

Searching the room with his eyes, they land on a note written in shockingly messy but still legible handwriting that said Y/N had to get to work but that he’d had a wonderful time, and that if Dean ever happened to roll through again he’d love to get together again. Appreciative of the older, more experienced man not expecting anything crazy from him after their one night stand, Dean hurries to get dressed. He had to check on his dad, he’d not heard from him in almost two weeks.

After calling his dad three times repeatedly, Dean steels himself for what he’d been drinking over aside from a successful hunt.

It was time to find Sam.

Dean stares down at the pale, stiff body in a shocked silence. It had been what…. ten years since he’d seen his face, and now seemingly as swiftly as he’d met him, he was gone?

It had to have been ten at the very least. He was in his late thirties now, almost forty if he wanted to be honest, and he was only twenty seven or so when he’d met him. It was odd, seeing someone that he’d remembered to be so full of life dead on a cold metal table with a stitched up Y incision on his chest and stomach due to the autopsy that was deemed necessary by medical professionals, not to mention the lack of… soft bits, like his eyes and tongue.

The poor man didn’t deserve to go out this way.

Dean could hear Sam talking to the coroner somewhere behind him, but he was too busy staring at the lines on Y/N’s face - he could tell some were from age, but most were from stress and worry. What could he have been so concerned about that could age him so much?

Sam finished speaking with the coroner and came back to stand by Dean’s side, explaining everything that he’d been told while being unaware of Dean not really listening due to his shock of seeing such an old… acquaintance? Lover? Acquaintance turned minor lover, dead on a medical examiner’s table - at first.

“What’s wrong? Is he someone to you?” Sam asks softly, concerned over his older brother’s unusual silence and the sudden, singular tremble of his scruffy chin. He catches the way his brother is eyeing the dead man as well as the way his brother seems to be absolutely buried by some sort of memory, which is why he brought it all up.

Dean replies with a simple, “He’s no one, Sammy. Let’s solve the case.”

And as he stands in the middle of the morgue looking down at the man who had been his first, he remembers.

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[adamsvanrhijn]

i wish thomas had gone à la gay discothèque earlier in the series... imagine s1 thomas doing the grizzly bear WITH A BIG BEEFY BEAR 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I love when people send me asks like this. God. Thank u anon; ur wonderful; I vibe w/ u, but I did the thing I do where I take concepts way too seriously so here’s some rambling

Would Thomas be into bears? What’s Thomas’s type. I feel like s1 Thomas in a working-middle class gay bar would be a very different experience than the one he has in 1927. I think he had too big of a head perhaps? Especially if this is like, pres1...he’s definitely lonely as fuck then, but he’s not in the depression that I think realistically (if we’re viewing the characters as people, which I tend to do) Thomas is still battling by the time of the film

in the 1910s he’s aiming pretty high as far as lovers are concerned & while we know he had ~Friends And Accomplices~~ outside of Downton right up until like the end of s2 (big sad. the word of God reasoning for everything there on As We Know is that he needed to be stuck at Downton because he was an audience fav but that has Implications for what happens in universe to like, his entire social circle/his connections...) I can see him hitting some roadblocks there? for one thing I think he has a bit of a I’m The Right Kind Of Queer complex in addition to his entire.... class-based.... ideology & processing of the hierarchy he lives in, frankly I don’t think he’d even necessarily have close relationships w/ servants who served Undistinguished Families? And being a servant of a great house puts you in a weird position as far as the broader working community is concerned because on the one hand. you’re a servant. so you’re on the bottom rung of the ladder. On the other hand you’re a servant to the Earl of Grantham and you’re a footman so like 50% of your job is looking nice & you don’t have to get your hands dirty the way, say, a carriage builder might.... but the carriage builder doesn’t spend his entire day saying “yes milord” either so like. Dynamics. This to say I don’t think he’d feel a lot of solidarity necessarily with other working people in a concrete let’s-break-bread-and-dance-together sense, although by the end of s2 he’s met a lot of people and done a lot of things and this has obviously changed him greatly and he really starts to express himself in more concrete ways politically than, being well read and up to date and wanting to have any semblance of a voice in his life/how things are done.

So I think s1 Thomas would consider himself too good to go to a gay bar as we see one in the film. Basically. I do not doubt for a second that Thomas got to be arm candy in very different kinds of gay establishments in like, 1910-1914. 

This is actually one of my Things with the movie dialogue - places as shown were extremely rare & like, did not exist anywhere near Downton. Like to my recollection/my impression is they based it off of certain parts of the 1920s-1950s gay scene in London, and even then they took some liberties by having middle class and working class men in such close quarters as they were. It is completely reasonable that Thomas could have at times in his life frequented queer hangout spots that did not look ~~~anything like~ the one in the film. It is also completely reasonable that he didn’t, because the gay community in this time period did not orbit the local gay bar as was often the case in communities in the UK & North America later in the century when raiding calmed down. 

And the next step from there is that he’s never had a Let’s Sit Down And Talk About Our Gay Selves moment with anybody possibly at all, and likely not with anyone who is in a position equivalent to his (especially post war when the number of men in service was going down): gay, servant, working class.* I think also he’s probably seeing Richard as like, not only those things are true, not only do they have similar work experiences and class backgrounds, but in his point of view Richard may also be the same kind of gay man as him, specifically, not just “a gay man” because like, no shit Thomas has met gay men, and for Thomas, who puts a lot of stock in what others think of him and how he comes off wrt his masculinity, I think that’s probably very important? I think he knows that the people around him have a certain idea of what gay men are like, and he doesn’t want to fit that idea, but he also wants to exist as himself and connect with people... but he’s not really given that opportunity. But Random Lady’s Maid #14 is not going to take one look at Mr Ellis and clock him as gay, and I think that is perhaps part of what is going on.

Anyway the thing I was getting at was I think 1914-1916 Thomas would be much more likely to be found in a gay bar à la what we get in the movie, and also, multiple historical accounts of soldiers dancing together just because there weren’t women around, so if someone really wanted they could probably come up with a canon compliant idea there! Or they could just not be canon compliant it’s fandom it is what it is.

* He’s definitely met gay servants before but I think before the war especially he would not be gunning for a deeply personal conversation about his life/sexuality/experiences which I think is what is happening in that scene in the film... “just talked”... making a gay friend and vibing on that very specific level vis à vis just knowing someone gay and when the families you work for are in the same place you lookout for each other while you’re giving the earl of whoever the fuck a blowjob. 

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I’m stoked for your Hopper fic! Lucy seems like a really interesting character. How much pre season 1 are you getting into? ❤️ Btw I’ll be so sad when Billy and Camille come to a close

Ahhhh, I’m excited and nervous about writing it, I’m hoping it clicks together. I’ll definitely try to keep writing Billy/Camille one shots/AUs/requests!!!

I actually want to get a lot of preS1 stuff. Idk how I’m going to format it just yet. If I’m doing flashbacks/forwards or just starting back. I want to write young family man Hopper, early mkultra experiments, BRENNER, and just slice of life Hawkins. Lucy and Jim grew up in the same town and lost a lot. I won’t totally follow the st timeline/suspicious minds, I’ll def take some creative liberty lol but thank you for this!!! 💝💝💝

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writing schedule for myself/so you can pester me about it:

- post the edited wu + garmadon drabbles (planned to be a series)

- finish postpilots/pres1 kai + zane fic, couple hundred words to finish it off and final editing pass, maybe find a beta

- post short cole mourning piece

- movie!zane oneshot, flesh out and finish draft