#and like dedicate their lives to hating Mickey

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Flop and Bubble - I’m Not Stanning RTD2’s Racial Commentary

On Dot and Bubble, experiencing fandom backlash and what this means for the Black Brit (or lack thereof) in the writer’s room.

Part 1 - The Episode

If you’ve already seen my posts, I don’t like this episode. At all. I watched it on Friday night with everyone else not knowing what to expect and live-tweeted away. It wasn’t worth the late night stream. I rewatched it on Saturday and still felt disappointed. Apart from 50 minutes of cringe millennial/Gen Z parody, mid social media commentary, boring aliens and a whole intense, action-filled scene dedicated to Lindy trying to walk in a straight line, Dot and Bubble tried to give us a racism commentary too, which in all honestly felt like someone was taking the piss. Opening up Twitter and Tumblr to see this episode being called the best of the season and ‘the greatest’ episode of nuwho felt like a 73 Yards of my own. Most posts about how ‘groundbreaking’ and ‘important’ this story is make my eyes roll into the back of my head I’ll be honest with you. I don’t wanna copy and paste everything I’ve already said in my original thread (here’s the Tumblr version), but I’ll recap my main issues with it.

The predominantly white casting fails as a racism commentary in a show that’s already predominantly white. White fans who’ve grown up in white areas watching a predominantly white show have no reason to question why that show would be white too. It’s their default. Including that of the writer's room, as there were no Black writers for series 14. White fans who didn’t notice the white casting have no reason to. Why would they when the show has catered to them for most of its run? There is no fundamental difference between Dot and Bubble’s predominantly white cast and the all-white main cast of Series 6 or the episodes of RTD1 where Martha or Mickey were the only Black characters of the episode. But only one of these results in pearl-clutching. The self-flagellation from white fans late to notice felt very strange. Apart from the guilt of not noticing something they had no incentive to notice, nothing productive comes from this guilt. Being upset about having white privilege is an acknowledgement I guess, but what material actions are coming from this? RTD and co. wanted a message about predominantly white representation then didn’t have any Black writers in the room to create that message. There’s no point in gasping at how white the table is and then not offering Black people a place to sit. Dot and Bubble wasn’t a new story either, as it was originally planned for the Moffat era instead. What would the ending look like for the 11th Doctor? No bowties allowed? To say this episode sprinkled in racism last minute doesn’t seem that far-fetched considering it wasn’t originally a part of the script in the first place. How can I credit an ‘intentional’ build-up of microaggressions to the big racism reveal in the last 10 minutes when they were never originally there to begin with? How can this be a good commentary on the Black experience when Black writers were not only missing but the Black main character himself?

RTD Who’s campness is already something I disliked from RTD1, but for the big white supremacy episode out of all to choose from was just in poor taste to me. I already hated the Love and Monsters style episodes of the OG RTD run, but for an episode that represents systemic racism of all things felt like a slap in the face. Not to say racism can’t exist in comedy because it can. Many Black writers including in the shows I recommend later in the thread do this, but they use humour as the Black characters’ coping mechanism for racism. The actions of the racist characters aren’t minimised because of this. Dot and Bubble doesn’t have the range for this that Doctor Who fans think it does. Lindy’s incompetence is a way for Fifteen, Ruby and the audience to look down on her in the sense she’s clapped basically and her racism comes from the fact she’s unintelligent. But in the real world, white supremacy is a lot smarter. White supremacist rhetoric is hidden and cloaked intentionally so it can’t be noticed and this is used as a way of recruiting white people to join in and maintain it. White supremacy is a system constructed for the purpose of oppressing Black people and other people of colour. It’s a bit more than a few silly billies trust me. Even if we do entertain the idea of ‘accidental racism’ the only reason it happens is because of this white supremacist conditioning which tells white people it’s okay. It’s not your fault for being born in this system but it’s absolutely your fault for continuing to maintain it when you have the choice not to. The only sign of intellect Lindy has comes from when she betrays Ricky and gets him killed. This was what Lindy could’ve been. A white woman who weaponises her incompetence and innocence to her own advantage because she knows how it will benefit her in a white supremacist state. An episode with a darker tone exploring racism in a technological dystopia. This is what fans think the episode did but frankly, it didn’t, but they wanted it to because they idolise RTD to the point of creating his writing intentions for him. Lindy didn’t weaponise being incompetent she is incompetent. Her incompetence is attached to her social media obsession and youth and without these things she lacks even more intelligence than she already does. The episode promotes the idea that racism is the product of low intelligence and overreliance on technology. She is a walking talking caricature for the fans to project onto than a real person capable of actual harm. Apart from the ableist connotations that the lower the intelligence the lesser the person morally, it’s an overly basic and mediocre representation of racism. I won’t speak for the Black people who do relate to the representation of Lindy as a racist, but for me personally, the Lindys of my life were never silly in their racism. They knew what they were doing. They knew no matter how harmless their actions were (to them not me that is), they would get away with it. And they did. I didn’t have time to laugh about how silly the racists I’d met were. I was too busy trying to survive. It’s hard to giggle about being smarter than a racist when they hold the power to dehumanise you completely. What use is an intellectual high horse then?

Speaking of projecting onto characters, I don’t care about Ricky September. His main role was to get Lindy to walk in a straight line and find the escape. He provided as much interest to the episode as water adds flavour to white bread. Ricky is raised in the exact same Finetime conditioning as Lindy but he’s an antiracist icon because he likes walking and books I guess. White fans will be disappointed to know that racists can read and exist outside too. He becomes the ideal white man, a white saviour we’re supposed to distance from the rest of Finetime. The episode again reaffirms that racism is about moral character and not a system. The Ricky Midtembers of my life still benefit from racism even if they are just are just ‘nice’ white guys. Ironically, Ncuti Gatwa’s interview about white mediocrity becomes relevant again. Ricky is put on a pedestal for just existing, expecting applause from the audience. My hands are staying still.

What makes the episode’s politic even more flimsy is how it’s missing from the rest of the season. In The Devil’s Chord, Fifteen opened the TARDIS doors in 1963 with an afro and big smile on his face and I was confused. The arrival of the Windrush generation, the Bristol Bus Boycott and the Notting Hill race riots had all taken place by the time Fifteen and Ruby landed. Would this play any key role in this historical British episode featuring a Black man as the Doctor for the first time? Nah! Only a week after D&B he and Ruby were kicking it with British aristocrats in Rogue, a group of people well-known for respecting Black people for sure! The show’s avoidance of addressing Black British experiences almost feels intentional at this point. Black British history is rarely if not never taught in the British education system, let alone the rest of the world. From previous discourses on Rosa, Thin Ice and Human Nature, ignorance about our history is so prominent in the Doctor Who fandom. White British fans can’t accept the idea of racism being British, not exclusively American, on the same level as the US or even worse. And the show passes up the opportunity yet again to debunk this. So far the show’s closest attempts were Human Nature/Family of Blood and Thin Ice, but even then these episodes had limits. We had Mary Seacole in War in the Sontarans but as the title suggests, the Sontarans were the focus of the episode, not her. Whilst some white fans think the futuristic focus is a smart move, it just highlights the lack of depth a Black perspective can provide. When was the racism of Britain’s past actually addressed? How on earth can you claim learning about Britain’s racist past is limited when you don’t even know about it? How can you address race in the future when you can’t even address it today? Racism can only exist in a futuristic world, far away from Earth in a fictional blue-blooded race of the white bourgeoisie because we can’t have this sci-fi-attempting-fantasy show getting too real. Dot and Bubble’s racism needs to exist in its own isolated white echo chamber so that the racism of the Doctor Who fandom’s one can stay intact.

Dot and Bubble is a failure because it reinforces the bias white fans already have. That as long as they aren’t a specific flavour of white person (rich, Christian, cisgender, heterosexual, allosexual, able-bodied, neurotypical and perisex) they can’t be capable of anti Black racism. The episode comforts them in knowing what they already want to be true and need to be true. They don’t have to question or self-reflect their own antiblackness because the episode doesn’t give them any reason to. Why should they? They’re a Ricky not a Lindy, right? The white fans ‘saddened’ by Lindy’s low assumptions about Black men will continue in their hatred of Ryan Sinclair, Danny Pink and Mickey Smith. The white fans disgusted by Lindy’s disgust will keep going on about how ‘off’ they feel about Martha Jones but ‘don’t know why’. The white fans that ‘hate’ Lindy’s hatred of Ruby and Fifteen’s close proximity will keep gagging at the thought of the Doctor having any romantic connection to Martha Jones because she ‘deserved better than that’. The white fans ‘heartbroken’ for the ‘first’ Black doctor will keep erasing the Fugitive Doctor. The white fans that stan the ‘anti-racist’ slugs today will hate the Black people that fight against racism tomorrow. The white fans praising this episode for being ‘groundbreaking’ and ‘inspirational’ and ‘important’ will be racist to Black fans that dare to say that maybe it was a bit shit. And that is exactly what happened.

The fandom’s praise of Fifteen’s compassion, kindness and humanity (of a Time Lord that is)  hinges on him being a ‘good’ Black man for the racists that hate him to the core. If he hadn’t begged and screamed to save Lindy, that praise would’ve been revoked instantly. Fans uncomfortable at his anger towards the Chuldur and the killing of the Goblin King confirm this. Despite the long morally grey history of the Doctor, Fifteen’s darkness is uniquely ‘out of character’ because thanks to bigeneration this isn’t supposed to happen anymore (allegedly). Deep down, this is what the white audience wants. There can never be an alternative to Dot and Bubble’s ending. It’s easier to imagine racism as an inevitable part of the natural order we must experience for the sake of storytelling, the only form of conflict that Black characters and people can ever have than that we could ever, just maybe, say ‘no’ to the white standards put before us. We must beg. We must be nice. We must be compassionate. Even when history and current events have shown us time and time again white supremacy can’t be killed with kindness. Why take the boot off your neck when you can find out how strong and brave you are for handling it instead? Either that or just pretend it doesn’t exist. White incarnations of the Doctor on the other hand have and will continue to be the radical icons of the show because unlike Fifteen, white characters will always be given more agency to explore their actions and behaviours. Punch racists! Free the Ood! Stan the anti-racist slugs and eat the rich! Slay!

When Black people stop chasing after the boat, we don’t get this same radical praise. We pay a price. And the response to Dot and Bubble’s criticism would ironically prove this.

Part 2 ->

[chronic-optimistt]

YOU WRITE ICEBREAKER FANFIC OMG BEST NEWS EVER!!!! also lol fo you have any other family headcannons your enjoying cureently its no big deal if you dont!

I DO!!! my user on ao3 is imdeadsirius and i’m dedicated to exclusively icebreaker fics :)) got my first little au almost finished and should be up this month! soooo excited for yall to see this one !!

Now here’s some headcanons ! I’ll share some more in the future if that’s what yall want

I’ve made a post of this before but Mickey wears a necklace with a “J” charm because he can tells everyone it stands for “James” but the real ones know it’s for “Jaysen”

Whenever Nova + Mickey don’t like someone they call them a “3-in-one” (calling them unhygienic; a user of 3-in-1 soap) ex. some asshole: “I agree with the All Lives Matter movement.” *walks away* Mickey and Nova: “what a fuckin 3-in-one”

Dorian doesn’t wet his toothbrush before brushing his teeth. he says the saliva in his mouth is enough. diabolical.

I touched on this briefly in a fic, but Cauler is a naturally good artist. He’s got doodles for days and they’re all surprisingly lovely. Sometimes he draws in the corner of the page of Mickey’s homework when he’s not looking and Mickey finds it and secretly thinks it’s so fucking cool how genuinely talented he is without even having to try

Novas a huge swiftie. Like. Huge. I mean this chick is a straight white girl with a thing for hockey boys and a canonical ao3 addiction. There’s no way around it.

^ Cauler absolutely hates Taylor Swift. Like. Rolls his eyes whenever the name is uttered. Is visibly disgusted when her music plays in a public facility. The second someone outs themself as a swiftie he’s putting at least 8 feet of space between the two of them and sanitizing his hands in fear

Mickey’s shoe size is legitimately oddly small. Like when Barbie joked that he had fetus feet he was borderline right. Bro’s a men’s 8 on a good day

Mickey falls asleep during class alllll the time but when he does in their public speaking class Celeste and Nathaniel make a game out of stuffing as many pens in the hood of his sweater as they can before he wakes up and then letting him walk around all day with pens falling out of his hood and internally confusing the fuck out of him as he wonders which of his pockets he has pens falling out of unknowingly

^ when his teammates pick up on this they start to do it during the team study sessions except instead of pens it’s like tupperware containers and tissue boxes and stress balls and instead of in his hood it’s them balancing random shit on his body so Mickey’s eventually just like got his head resting on his arm snoozin with everyone’s stuff stacked on the back of his head in a giant tower on the verge of toppling

Delilah is obsessed with asmr and it annoys the shit out of everyone because she’ll just be sitting in the corner listening to *tappy tap tap* when ppl are trying to sleep

Mickey’s mom used to tend to his hair when he was little and it now brings him so much comfort when people play with his hair. Sometimes when he’s chilling with his sisters they’ll sit behind him and take out a comb and brush it out of his face and he’s like falling asleep. The first time Cauler runs his fingers through his hair he absolutely fuckin melts. (Cauler does it a whole lot more after noticing how much he likes it.)

[docholligay]

The Night Watch by Sarah Waters

THIS IS ALL SPOILERY AND ALL OF IT IS JUST GUSHING AND RAMBLING AND VIBES. NO ACTUAL REVIEW WE DIE LIKE MEN.

I love this book. We all know I love this book. I have read this book at least a dozen time sand we all know I'm going to read it again. I'm never sure whether I like this or Tipping the Velvet more, but I think as a piece of literature, this is the better book. (But Tipping the Velvet is the one I often recommend to people. Sarah Waters can be hard for some people to hang with and Tipping is her fluffiest.)

Kay Langrish, what a fucking piece of work this bitch is. She's so pathetic, and I do sort of resent her for it, but also I love her. I want to beat the shit out of her. She's Poor Little Rich Butch who literally shuts herself the fuck away and gazes out the window all day. She's one of those people for whom the war was the best thing that ever happened to her, and people like this do exist! Some people are great in a crisis, and some people are ONLY good in a crisis. Is it about her being butch and that being easier in wartime? Sure, but Mickey has it even worse and seems to manage being a member of society. (Mickey is the best person in this novel and perhaps of all time. I love her so much, she takes it all in so much stride in her shitty little houseboat, and then she offers it to Kay. Mickey will be played by Lena Oxton in the blorbo adpatation in my head and Kay will be played by Haruka Tenoh) I think Kay is just a fucking rich loser, and I love that for her.

Viv! What a moron. My wife read this book and her takeaway was the the book was about "Gay losers and a token sad straight woman" and she is not wrong. I love how much Viv hates her life in the present day and how pathetic she feels it all is, but she can't get away from it, because! Yes!! I always privately hope that the book will be different this time and there's an afterword where Viv goes and finds Kay and they get together, because I think Viv could be perfectly happy being Kay's wife and being doted on. She wants that! And Reggie will never ever give it to her (blah blah not being into women whatever it's my fantasy afterword and I can do what I want with it)

Speaking of morons let's talk about Helen. I hate Helen and I LOVE her storyline. I love her absolute dedication to ruining her own life. I'm not saying she has to love Kay, I would love to be doted on by Kay but it's not for everyone, and I'm not entirely convinced they didn't get together for any reason other than Helen felt grateful to her. BUT, what about with Julia? What about her insane reactions, the way she barely allows Julia to have friends, the way every time they go a party Helen acts like everyone is trying to fuck Julia? She basically manifests an affair into happening by her constant assumption that it is. IF Julia is sleeping around, of course that's her bad behavior, but let's not pretend like Helen's ridiculous suspicion and quarreling over nothing, her low-key resentment of Julia's success, isn't doing anything.

And Duncan, man, talk about your easily led, whatever's happening is what may as well happen, type. His thing with the junk that he considers 'antique' is so sad. He lives in a little boy's room and is kept like a little boy as a sexual pet and it would be disturbing if it wasn't so much just what Duncan had decided was the logical next step just like killing himself along with Alec. He was happier in fucking prison, it almost seems because there at least everything was just...decided for him.

I wonder if Waters isn't making a commentary about the idea that London and the UK more broadly was "never better than in the Blitz" and all that Blitz spirit stuff which i confess I can be real prone to as well, but I don't live there and am allowed to engage in a bit of romance over a situation that in no way involves me. Is Waters saying, "If we think that we, as a country, city, community, were never better than when we were actively being firebombed, it might just be that we have decided that, and have decided not to make ourselves better than that moment. Anytime, we could decide to be a better London & UK, but we aren't doing that. We're staring at the rubble and wishing we were there." I don't know! I have literally never thought this before it just came to me while writing this, it might be bullshit.

Basically the summary of this novel could be "Four people ruin their own lives because they aren't sure they deserve anything better" and I wouldn't argue with that. I love this book so fucking much.

[ouralcohol]

Bésame la boca

Pairing: Mickey “fanboy” Garcia x fem!reader 

Summary: what happens when a ghost from Mickey’s past comes back to haunt him on NYE? 

Tags: angst, lots of angst, 18+, cursing, Spanish mixed in there, reader is nicknamed pequeñita which means tiny, reader is short by the nickname. Reader is Latina. 

Author’s note: I couldn’t get this idea out of my head and this is dedicated to my dear friend @rae-gar-targaryen, who’s a year wiser this week and I love her. sorry for the jumble... this was supposed to be a BLURB.

You had to see him.

You couldn’t help it. It had been years since you last saw him. You tried every night to answer the impossible, to answer the why’s, to answer questions that you had never asked anyone. Only he knew the answers. Only he knew because he’s the one that left you there. 

And you waited. 

You waited like a fool in love because what else were you supposed to do? 

After the days passed, you wondered what had happened that made you repel him from you. Was it your fault? It hadn’t been the best last conversation you had with him. You regretted the words that had left your lips as soon as you said them… that didn’t mean that he had to leave like that. Leave you. 

Enough was enough. At least you told that to yourself every day and every night that you sat and waited for him. Waited for him to call, to text, to come to your house, to see you, to tell you that he was sorry, to tell you that it had all been a mistake. 

You had been a fool in love with him. How could you not be, with his sweet demeanor and silky voice? With the raven curls that you ran your hands through for days? With the eyes that made you weak every time he looked in your direction? 

Goddamn Mickey Garcia. 

Years passed by and you managed to move on. The word had been that he had left to become a pilot. An aviator. He always did mention that he wanted to fly, especially in his younger years. You remembered that his mother had been worried about the profession, but he assured her, no doubt. The whole barrio knew what he was doing… except you. How could you be so oblivious? How could you be such an idiot? You really thought he was going to follow after his father’s footsteps and take over the family business. 

Wrong, so wrong.

So while he went on to live his dream, why couldn’t you? He had been included in your dream once upon a time. You achieved your attainable goals and managed to get a decent job with the degree that you worked so tirelessly for. 

He had become an unattainable dream that you longed for. 

You thought about the man an embarrassing amount of times, as he always lingered in the darkest corner of your mind, trying to break free so your life could be consumed by him. You fought every day and you didn’t let it win. You didn’t because he didn’t even give you a reason. He didn’t even say goodbye. 

One day he was just gone, like the blink of an eye. 

When the months turned into years, you found out where he had gone. You found out where he was stationed, but you didn’t dare face him. Oh no. You stayed put in the world you knew, in the world that was safe, in the world where you knew every nook and cranny. 

As it turns out, he wasn’t far away. He wasn’t far away at all… maybe a couple of cities across the state. You were thankful for distance when you found out, but also felt ridiculed that he never came back to you. Did he find someone better? Did he find someone that could give him what he wanted instead of what you both wanted? Instead of what you had hoped and aspired for? You hated that every time you tried to date, his voice crept in the back of your mind, you hated that every time you tried to go out he was there to tell you no, that you needed to go home and study or relax. 

Mickey ruined you in every aspect. 

He ruined you forever as nobody would ever compare to him, from the way his hands used your body, to the way his lips kissed all the worries away, to the way that his eyes made you feel like you were some ethereal goddess walking on this Earth. 

When he left, so did your heart and everything else that went with him. 

Did he know that? 

You weren’t sure, but you also didn’t want to find out at the same time because maybe you were the problem. Maybe you have always been the problem. How come he didn’t break up with you? How come he didn’t tell you to your face that he didn’t want anything to do with you?

Which is what led you to where you were now. New Year’s Eve was around the corner and a friend that you hadn’t seen in a while had invited you out. There was an apprehension on your end, but then she told you that she wanted to go to a place called the Hard Deck. 

There was only one Hard Deck. You knew where it was. You knew who was there. How did your friend know about this? Why did she want to go there? “Any particular reason you want to spend the last day of the year there? And to drive all those hours?” You queried her as you were at a store rummaging through clothes to see if you could find something to wear. 

“Don’t you want to go see all the hot aviators? That’s where they all spend their time from what I hear. There’s just something so sexy about pilots… you know?” 

“So you’re telling me that you want to drive a lengthy distance just to go look at some men with nice Ray-Bans? Just to gawk at them?” You sounded incredulous spotting a dress that caught your eye. It resembled a sunset, you thought.  

Your friend let out a small laugh, “It sounds stupid when you say it like that.”

‘Cause it was. 

Would Mickey Garcia be there? Would he be deployed? Would he… fuck the what ifs. 

Fuck it all and fuck his pretty eyes with his pretty face and his pretty personality. Hell, maybe he wasn’t even the same Mickey that you used to know… after all it had been what, five, maybe six years since you last saw him? How could you pine for someone like him when he clearly left you in the dust? 

You were a stupid girl. You were stupid in still thinking about him for as long as you could remember. You tried to think of why you kept thinking about him, why the mere thought of him kept you up at night. It came in waves, in phases. Somehow you managed to work through it all and you were quite surprised with yourself. Mickey Garcia had been it for you, but clearly you weren’t the endgame for him. 

It was fine.

It really wasn’t. 

You felt foolish. 

You were foolish. 

“I mean, we’re not groupies… but I suppose we could make a girl’s trip out of it?” You suggested… why… 

It was time to face him. If he was even there to begin with.

You needed answers that had been haunting you for years and had kept you up at night. His eyes crept up in your dreams and nightmares. How he had always managed to sneak himself into your daily thoughts for years. It wasn’t fair that he did this to you. 

Why did he have to be so cruel? You didn’t appreciate that you had wasted time for him. The tears you shed had purpose and you hated it. You hated that he did this to you, tainted you in more ways than one. 

You were pathetic, but you had to find out why. 

Your friend agreed, beaming at you. Since it was her idea, she proposed that she could find a hotel and pay for the room the both of you would share. You liked the idea, but only if you got to drive. Driving was one of those things that made you feel better, it was therapy. You enjoyed doing it and didn’t mind the distance. It had been a second since you went on vacation, so it was a good excuse to leave the city on one of the busiest nights of the year. New Year’s Eve was always crazy with the hopes of a new beginning. The end of a whole year, while the string of something new lingering in the air, causing everyone’s mood to shift. 

You always felt to be in better spirits when the new year began. There was a glimmer that maybe, just maybe, you would wake up and it was all a dream, that none of the past six years had happened. 

You always woke up in the nightmare that he wasn’t there with you, and you loathed it. You hated yourself for making things about him. For revolving your world around his orbit… even though he wasn’t there. God, you were very pathetic. 

The bags were packed, the car full of gas, and you and your friend had nothing but a road ahead of you. Give or take… six or seven hours of driving. 

That’s how far Mickey García had been from you after all of these years. 

Had you been selfish? Sure. So had he. Had you put yourself first this time? No doubt, but so had he. Had you asked him to stay? Had you asked him for you to be his priority? One hundred percent. He had been yours, so why couldn’t he do the same? 

***

You stared at yourself in the mirror. The way the dress flowed and hit every curve, the way your hair was done was simple and mostly the same, but somehow different. The way your make-up made you look mature, older, wiser, the way that your eyes sparkled under the dim light. Even the way the blood rushed to your apple cheeks made you endearing. There wasn’t much to work with, really, but you had never thought of yourself as someone worth looking at over the years. This dress wasn’t out of the ordinary, as you often wore sundresses occasionally. The thing that was different was how much longer your hair was, how things seemed to have evened out through the years, how you were more woman than child. 

“He’s going to drop dead.” She said to you quietly while you fiddled with the ends of your hair. 

You had shared with her your biggest regret. You had shared with her the biggest mistake you ever made. You had shared with her what a stupid woman you were. How you could long for someone that probably forgot about you. 

There was a simple shrug from your shoulders, “He won’t even remember me. Besides, we don’t even know if he’s stationed here.. He could be somewhere else.”  

You were afraid to say the elephant in the room, afraid to even whisper his name. 

“Want to go find out?” It was a question that you had been asking yourself from the beginning. 

Did you? Did you want to find out if he was here? If he would be there? If he would even face you? 

The voice in the back of your brain said an immediate yes. How would he have changed throughout the years? How would he be different? Would he be the same? All the questions are already bubbling at your lips. 

The anticipation was building in your stomach as you felt the blood rush to your face again. There was a final tone to your voice, “Yes.” 

She took you by the hand and both of you walked out of the hotel room and into the path of the unknown and uncertainty. You could hear the blood pumping through your veins in your ear, almost like a ringing, reminding you of how this moment was making you feel. Your breathing was even, but the thundering of your heart pounding against your chest while you stepped foot into the bar made you forget your name. The combination of the pounding and your hands shaking was enough for you to make a beeline for the bar. 

“Two shots of the finest Tequila you have.” You told the bartender as you surprised yourself with how calm your voice was. 

You didn’t even bother to look in any direction, not knowing if he was here or not. 

“They’re so hot.. All of them.” She spoke in your ear while letting out a laugh. 

You cackled out of nerves, forgetting the whole reason why you were there. It was to admire the pilots. Your nerves were in overdrive as you grabbed the shot, placed your card down for the bartender to take and took it without even toasting. The tequila went down your throat burning a path in its way, but it was enough to distract you from the mess you were in at the moment. “Yeah?” You raised an eyebrow. Your eyes stayed on the table, afraid he would be there, afraid he would have spotted you, afraid that you were in his safety zone. 

“Everyone keeps looking at you.” She spoke again after she took her own shot. 

“I’m sure they’re looking at you.” You nodded furiously, not wanting to go into that right now. 

“He’s not here.” She whispered to you while giving you a sympathetic look.

You shouldn’t have been disappointed. You shouldn’t have had expectations of actually seeing him and his pretty eyes. 

You just shouldn’t. 

Before you could say anything, though, the piano keys rang through the bar, causing everyone in it to cheer and start singing along to the song that apparently one of the pilots had begun to sing and play. It was the last day of the year and everyone was in high spirits. Everyone was cheering around you, passing beers left and right. 

“Another.” You told the barkeep as she strolled by to ask you what else you wanted. 

You didn’t drink and this wasn’t helping, but it was a distraction to the internal turmoil that you were going through. What the fuck was your own problem? How could someone you hadn’t seen in years make you feel this way? 

How? 

As she placed the shot in your view, you grabbed it again and took it without a second thought. Your eyes stayed glued on the glass, noticing how your lipstick surrounded the rim with the color of your lips for this evening… 

Your mood was sour. You were enraged with yourself and the fact that he wasn’t here. You were enraged that you had hoped for this, you were enraged that you would think that this would all be like a fairytale with a happy ending, you were enraged that you were in a state of dream rather than reality. You were enraged that you let him consume you in everything you did, every breath you took, and how he filled your senses every goddamn time. 

The singing and playing continued as every aviator and their mother hollered at the top of their lungs. Talk about a magnified frat party. The friend that was supposedly with you got whisked away by one of them. “He asked me to dance. It’s just a dance.” She purred in your ear as you could see the excitement bursting through every word. 

You silently nodded toward her. None of this was her fault, this was all your doing. 

It sucked not being able to match the mood in the room when you sat there sulking in your mistakes and regrets. 

You just wished you would have left him instead. 

The instant buzz of the alcohol was now running through your system as it amplified every nervous symptom you were feeling. At least your hands stopped shaking, but now you were just sitting alone at the bar contemplating your move. Contemplating going back to the hotel and continuing being pathetic. Nobody would see you at least. 

You didn’t know what to do… there was always the possibility… but possibilities didn’t exist in your book. Not when he was the only possibility that was unattainable. 

Time was nonexistent right now. What was minutes felt like seconds and hours felt like a flash. Your brain was going hazy, you were never too good with alcohol. A soft smile appeared on your lips from your observation. Your hands smoothed down the front of your dress, a habit you tended to make when you felt self-conscious, as your senses were in overdrive and you could feel the eyes on you. 

Nobody came up to you, though, so people were just staring… the music boomed through your ears as it almost made your body shake from how loud it was. 

A sigh poured out of your lips as you had decided to call it. Your friend could stay, she was probably having a blast. 

Signing the receipt and picking up your card from the counter, you placed it in your purse while beginning to get up to get out. The room was getting smaller by the minute, the sea of people confiding you in a miniscule space that was unwanted. The breathing from your nose had gotten heavy with the proximity of everyone around you singing at the top of their lungs. 

You wanted to gasp out of desperation, but you couldn’t. You tried to make your way through the crowd, the dress you wore clinging tighter to you than ever before. Have you been sweating? Has it been that hot? A hand ran through your hair to let some loose waves cascade around you making a curtain of your face until you felt a warm sensation caused by some fingers wrapping around your wrist. 

The ringing in your ears was so loud that you gasped and turned around to see who it was. 

“¿Pequeñita?” 

You swore your heart stopped in that split second from hearing him call you by the term he chose. Your words failed you as you could only look at him and how much he changed. A buzzcut had replaced his luscious curls making him look older than usual, though the glistening in his eye was still there. He was just as shocked toward you as you were toward him. 

Had it been worth it? A thousand times yes. A thousand times to see his chestnut eyes staring back at you. You gulped, swallowing some saliva as you slowly nodded your head toward the man that had caused all your sorrows. 

A deer caught in the headlights as he took a step toward you while sinking his head down to your level and resting his lips on your temple, “Lo siento.” His words are sincere, serene, and a broken promise that he had never made to you. 

The simple action made you weak in the knees, but you stood a little straight with your head held as high as you could, taking a step back from him. 

Six years poofed in a nanosecond. 

Another hand ran through your hair as you gave a nod toward the door signaling that you wanted to go outside, away from all the noise, away from peering and curious eyes. It was now or never. It was now that you decided you were going to get your answers. 

Your feet carried you to the outside as you took your shoes off to sink your feet into the sand. You could tell he followed. Turning around and facing him, you breathed him in, noticing that he was the same, yet different. 

“What are you doing here?” He dared ask you. 

“No. Oh no, no, no, no.” You stated in a whisper through your gritted teeth, “No you don’t.” 

You swallowed the tequila in your breath once again, “Just. Why?” A silent plea was heard through the words you chose to speak to him. How quickly the thoughts had dismantled from your brain as you could only stare at him waiting for an answer. 

“Peque–”

“Don’t call me that.” You spat. 

His features hardened as he locked his jaw in place. How did he think that was okay? Had he not noticed the past six years without you?

“Soy un cobarde. (I’m a coward.)” He said, bowing his head in defeat and speaking again, “ I couldn’t give you what you wanted. I couldn’t be the man you wanted me to be. How could you not think about what I wanted?” The words weren’t accusatory, they were questions that he had never been able to answer himself either. They cut you like a knife trying to split your heart in half.. He had been just as lost as you were… 

“How could you not think about what we wanted Garcia? Or did you miss the part where I was involved in the relationship too?” You spoke with heated words taking a step closer to him to read his expression. He hadn’t changed after all of these years, he was still the same Mickey that you knew in school, the same Mickey that dreamed of risking it all. 

He looked away, maybe he felt ashamed, “I just. I just wanted… I just…” 

“Just what?” Another plea, more like a cry. All you wanted was the answer. 

“I loved you too much to put you through it all.. To put you through this.” He waved his arms around signaling his job, his profession, his duty to his country. 

Loved. A past tense. 

“So leaving was the answer? Leaving me there waiting for you like a fool? Who looked foolish there, tonto? It certainly wasn’t you. ” You said as tears began to sting your eyes. 

“I couldn’t face you with the decision I made.” His words were soft as he finally looked in your direction and took another step to get closer. “If you’d only allowed me in…” You trailed off. He always kept the things he kept dear close to his heart and that meant shutting you out throughout the years you spent together. Mickey Garcia didn’t speak much on emotions and how he felt about things. You tried, but he kept distancing himself in other ways. 

The pilot looked like a boy right now as he took another step tentatively toward you while you could only focus on his beautiful face… the years of remorse, the years of silence from both ends. You wanted to reach out and touch his olive skin, but refrained not knowing what he would do. 

The pilot took another step toward you causing you to get a sniff of his scent, making you feel so dizzy that you had to take a deep breath or else you were sure you were going to pass out. “You left without saying a word.” Your words rang with the pain you had felt. 

“I wanted to say something after it all happened… but it was too late, I know it was.” The next movement surprised you as his fingers traced the apple of your cheek, your breath caught in your throat not being able to look away from his pretty eyes. 

Just as he looked down at your lips a countdown could be heard… 5, 4, 3, 2… “...It wasn’t.” You blurted out before you stopped yourself. 

A soft caress of his fingers on your face and you were putty in his hands. 

Nothing had changed. 

The pilot glanced down at your lips …1… 

You tilted your face for easier access to his lips as you felt his breath fanning yours for a split second before he crashed his lips onto yours. The state of shock that your body had melted away with his simple touch. 

Oh what those lips could do and how you remembered in a flash. 

He was sweet and honey combined in ways that you had forgotten, he was silk. He was euphoric and ecstasy.     

He was Mickey goddamn Garcia. 

[ratguy-nico]

Character Asks: Louise!

SAILOR! thanks girl, you never let me down T^T so Louise:

First impression: no one kill me... I used to hate Louise XD you see how many people hate Gene's character for no good reason except they find them annoying?...well that's what happened to me with Louise, the irony

Impression now: I should say I love Louise, she has some of the most amazing episodes of all the show and her bunny ears are an amazing element of character design that should be study but... is complicated? I watch Louise and see so many things, some rough, complicated aspects that I truly love, I love how the serie portray her, I think is the fetish character of the serie, which for me is not 100% something good.

Favorite moment: damn The Plight Before Christmas for sure, her whole speech, but I think this is like a good writing scene and it's not so much cause it's Louise, so I would say when she's trying to teach Tina how to kiss. las cachetadas XD oh oh and her phone call with Mickey, oh that one is priceless XD

Idea for a story: Non, okey fine, like I said before, no for an episode or inside the serie's canon. But in the comic that I would never mention again after this I explore a lot of Louise being non binary tirando a transmasc but being lesbian, complicated? complicadisimo. So thats all I will say.

Unpopular opinion:... all the shit I just said? I love Louise's episodes, she's being the protagonist of many of the best episodes on the show "The Plight Before Christmas" and "Amelia" without counting the movie. But... it may be...too much? DONT KILL ME I would love if they take the same dedication, the same deep approach, to Tina or Gene, or any other character actually, like they did with Rudy's episode where she is relevant but in a supporting role. Im gonna shut up now.

Favorite relationship: NOT ROMANTICALLY Louise and Rudy, damn I live for that friendship, those two are the most precious thing in the world they would kill for each other, die for each other but most important live for each other, saw my previous complains? throw them away when is the Louise and Rudy duo Im talking "Bridge Over Troubled Rudy" "House of 1000 Bounces" and "The Amazing Rudy", of course. Bob and Louise father/child dynamic is pure gold and in ship department (and this could also count as unpopular) Louise/Jessica Wharfy ship. Uh and just think about it but I love Louise dynamic with Nat and Mickey, I think they are totally Louise's heroes.

Favorite headcanon: ...non? Louise being lesbian but also a lil bit of a boy is very... in me. Oh i have a very silly one, remeber the episode when Louise adopted a spider and call her Phoebe? for me Louise give her that name for Phoebe from the show Friends, who is a very important icon in the bisexual and lesbian community, so yeah. Louise loving her lesbians icons.

[ericaportfolio]

Disney’s The Gremlins Over the Years Chapter 2: Gremlin Gus (Part 1)

Due to the recent events with Epic Mickey Rebrushed, I decided to make posts dedicated to Disney's infamous characters from the canceled WWII movie The Gremlins. The character designs of these guys have changed many times during the concept art process and over the years. If you just discovered this post, here is Chapter 1 in the link below.

Today, this is a collection of our favorite bowler hat fellow, Gremlin Gus. For those discovering this, in summary, Disney was making WWII movies and shorts for the war effort. They were going to adapt Roald Dahl's first book about these guys, and several things like people getting tired of war movies and figuring out how to make the movie, which was canceled. Just like the story, Gremlin Gus's role in the story changed as well. Here's the breakdown of Gremlin Gus over the years. Also, get ready for SPOILERS!

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of War, World War II History, Nuclear Warfare, the Nazis and Hitler, and Death.

Early Concept Art: From the early versions of Gremlin Gus by Bill Justice, Disney animator and engineer, There were versions where he looked ancient, slightly old but fit, or, possible theory, his natural hair color is white, but he aged poorly due to stress. Shout out to ZOLTAR'S FORTUNE on eBay, posting the Photocopies (the last three).

Cosmopolitan Magazine (1942): The earliest release of "The Gremlin" story was in the December 1942 issue of Cosmopolitan magazine. Someone posted the full Article on the site, but I might post another one for each illustration. So stay tuned for that! But for now, here are Gremlin Gus's Designs. In the colored cover of "Introducing the Gremlins," Gremlin Gus has his green skin, a brown helmet, a broken horn, a pair of glasses, his bowler hat between his horns, and missing his mustache. In the original story, the Gremlins once lived in the forest of England, staying out of the way of the humans building towns or fighting each other. That was until the 1940s when World War II started. A bunch of workmen began to cut down the entire wood to build a plane factory to fight against the Nazis. The Gremlins swear revenge by sabotaging the planes without knowing what's happening in the outside world. One day, Pilot Gus of the Royal Air Force (RAF) fights in the Battle of Britain, where he becomes the first human to see a Gremlin. So Pilot Gus and his buddies get harassed by these guys, including their leader, Gremlin Gus. Will the pilots find a way to befriend these little guys before someone gets hurt?

Concept Art Upgrade: Now, here's starting to look like the Gremlin Gus we know! These would eventually be the final book and promotion designs.

The (Controversial) Life-Saver Ad (1943): AKA the ad Roald Dahl hated, but Walt Disney thought differently. Here, Gremlin Gus has a green helmet, his bowler hat is missing, and he has pale skin.

Dell War Heroes (April 1943): This is a sample from a six-page adaptation of the story featured in a Dell War Heroes comic book. The writer and artist are unknown. Here, Gremlin Gus has a green helmet, his bowler hat is now on his horn, had pale skin, and orange gloves. The most significant difference between the Article and this comic is that Gremlin Gus accidentally hurt Pilot Gus, and the plane they were in caught on fire. After a close parachute escape, Pilot Gus confronts Gremlin Gus when he finally learns why the Gremlins were sabotaging the aircraft. With that, Pilot Gus showed sympathy, saying that if the Gremlins started helping the RAF pilots fight and win the war, the Gremlins would get a new home. The same new home in Return of the Gremlins that the Gremlins have to fight to save years later.

The First Treatment (May 18, 1943): The first version of the movie treatment was 155 pages long. Gremlin Gus is both the leader of the Gremlins and the teacher of the widgets, the children of the Gremlins. While reading a newspaper, he discovers a pilot named Rip Wilson (a renamed version of Pilot Gus), who looks like a young Fred Astaire, hasn't had a situation regarding the Gremlins. Later, Gremlin Gus overhears Rip, saying he doesn't believe in Gremlins. With that, the Gremlins make him sick and get Rip into an accident. However, the Gremlins save Rip because they don't want to kill him. They just wanted to destroy the plane in revenge. Later in the hospital, Gremlin Gus reveals what happened to their woods. This causes Rip to explain what's going on with the war and how much of a threat Hitler is to everyone. At the very same time, the radio that's been on in Rip's room broadcasts a speech of Hitler insulting the Gremlins for destroying their planes. This causes the Gremlins to convert to the Allies' Cause to defeat the Nazis.

Disney's The Gremlins Book (June 1943): Finally, here's the Gremlin Gus we know and love! Here is one of Bill Justice's colored paintings from the book. I highly recommend looking through all the paintings from the book because Bill Justice does justice to these guys! The part where Pilot Gus and Gremlin Gus escape the plane and the deal the Gremlins will get a new home from the comic was added to the book. Though Gremlin Gus doesn't accidentally hurt Pilot Gus. But there's a moment in the book in the original Article where Pilot Gus is sick, and Gremlin Gus tries to tell him not to go and does get hurt. At the end of the book, the reformed Gremlins help Pilot Gus get back into the air.

Walt Disney Comics and Stories #33 (June 1943): A new group of pilots believed the Gremlins were fairytales in this two-page adaptation. Jokes on them since what they said enraged the Gremlins that they mess with the guys. Gremlin Gus has green skin, a nose, a yellow helmet, and brown gloves.

The Second Treatment (June 9, 1943): In this 100-page long treatment, instead of being the leader of the Gremlins, Gremlin Gus's and Gremlin Jamface's characters are merged when Gremlin Gus is caught befriending a human pilot. Gremlin Gus is put on trial, where he explains the RAF pilots are the good guys fighting against the Nazis invading their homes. Suddenly, an unexploded German bomb crashes into the court gathering, proving Gremlin Gus correct. In this version, the writers were trying to get away from Gremlins harming the aircraft to make them "sympathetic" and focus on the Gremlin society and why they're destructive. Any material of Hitler in the first treatment is all gone in the second one and was replaced with the bomb. However, there was another version of the story where the Gremlins did have their own version of a Gremlin Hitler that Gremlin Gus and the others had to defeat before joining the Allies before he caused problems for everyone, too.

Donald Vs. The Gremlins (July 1943): This is the crossover we would get years later by Walt Kelly. Gremlin Gus has yellow gloves, a brown belt, and brown shoes.

Walt Kelly's Comics (July 1943-1944): Walt Kelly would make 8 comics about Gremlin Gus or both Gremlin Gus and two widgets getting in trouble at the airfield for a year. Here, Gremlin Gus has a Green helmet and gloves, a red shirt and boots, blue pants, green skin and nose, and missing his bowler hat.

Storyboard Short (1943): This is a sample of a 1943 storyboard when the production went from feature film to short film. The story drastically changed when the movie was cut down to an animated short. Instead of living in the woods, they lived in their cloud kingdom, making fun of humans trying to learn how to fly. That was until WWII broke out, and the modern warfare planes began to destroy the Gremlins' home. The Gremlins vow to destroy the aircraft for causing chaos and disrupting their lives. In the short, the story goes back and forth between the human pilots and the Gremlins interviewing their their bosses after an incident where Wellington aircraft caused damage while making an emergency landing. These are my favorite snippets of Gremlin Gus.

B-17F, 560th Bomb Squadron (1943 - 1946): This Gremlin may not look like Gremlin Gus, but this is one of his famous insignias and patches. The patch would be worn by members of the 388th Bombardment Group (Heavy), 560th Bomb Squadron, Eighth Air Force.

Some Time Never: A Fable for Supermen (1948): The last book Roald Dahl wrote something about the Gremlins was an adult novel and character names changed to prevent lawsuits (except this one pilot, Stuffy, got to keep his name). In this story version, the gremlins were the world's rulers, but the humans forced them underground. They briefly returned to the surface during the Battle of Britain and began sabotaging the RAF aircraft. They eventually decide to go back underground, believing humanity will destroy themselves, which happens with two more World Wars that are very similar to the Fallout TV Show opening. 

Gremlin Gus's Counterpart in this story is named the Leader. The Leader takes on a bit of a villainous role, having black and lidless eyes that glowed "with a strange hypnotic, almost fanatic lustre", a bowler hat greener than others, and a deep voice. But just like all villains, this one keeps his people underground once again to watch the humans die out so they can take over the world again; they get their comeuppance, but this time, the Leader doomed his people. When they emerged again, nothing was left, and the Gremlins disappeared, too. Despite the book not being that good, it was quite a sad read when I managed to get a copy of this book years ago. The book was never reprinted, so I had to get help from the local library to find a copy. The book was a flop with primarily negative reviews. Still, it did get some praise from the Glasgow Herald and The Saturday Review. It's also historically one of the first books about Nuclear Warfare. Recently, @gremlin-tails made a blog with the whole book posted online for reading. The link to the entire book is down below.

Fun Fact: If you guys remember Snoozeberries from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, they're actually the berries the Gremlins eat in the story.

Part 2 Coming Soon...

[ballroomfitz]

1, 2, 15 and 20?

1: what’s your OC’s full name

Michael Levinsky. He was named for his dad’s older brother, Michel, who died before Mickey was born, before his father immigrated to England from Poland.

2: Any Nicknames?

No one has called him “Michael” with a straight face since the day he was born. Mostly, he’s “Mickey”. To his best friend (and later lover) Lionel, he’s “Levy”, “dickhead”, or “you fucking knob” (all affectionate, of course). His other band mate, Roger, sometimes calls him “Mick”.

He was given a stage name by his manager, Mickey Feenix, which he always hated and stopped using the minute his contract was over.

15. Favorite Color?

He likes green, not for any profound reason, but because he looks nice in green. Same thing with gold. Mostly, his favorite color is Shiny.

And not a color, but he loves pearls, they were his signature look for the better parts of the 1970s.

What does their bedroom look like?

As a teenager, it was more or less a shrine to his favorite pop stars. He had a whole shelf dedicated to his record collection, another one for comic books, a big poster of The Rolling Stones above his bed, and a secret stash of teen heartthrob magazines stolen from his sister. And it was a hot mess, he always sort of meant to clean it but never found the motivation. Besides, chaos sorted comforted him.

After he turned 18 and moved out, he lived in a flat in London with his best friend Lionel, where they combined their record collections and aesthetics, and ended up building a somewhat sad but very enthusiastic hippy/bachelor pad.

Later, when their band, The Forgotten, made it big, he moved into a bigger, nicer place.

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[ohkate]

This is related mostly to what I see happen in fanfic.

People are entitled to their opinions, but I honestly don't get the hate for any of the kid-Gallaghers. Sometimes I get into a fic and suddenly Fiona is some evil bitch out of another fucking dimension trying to break Ian and Mickey up. I mean...if you're doing some AU fic or something and it's a plot point, okay, I'm fine with that. But Fiona literally raised them from the time she was 9, always had a job or 4, derailed her own life for a long time. She deserved the right to be a little selfish toward the end.

Debbie was a child who yearned for her father's love so much and was so destroyed by that rejection that she has serious neglect issues and, yeah, maybe that means you aren't going to like every move she makes. She could be a bit selfish and neglectful/has attachment issues with Franny at times. But she also would kill anyone who messed with her family. She was always ready to help. I hate the -I hate to say sexism but it's kind of right there- when comparing her extreme behavior to, say, Carl's. Whereas Carl is looked at as 'he's just a boy', funny and cute- torturing animals, starting a gang, being generally crazy for a good chunk of the show while even the theme music for some of those scenes were upbeat and fun- and Debbie is reviled for similar extremes just trying to figure stuff out without any real help.

Lip was Ian's best friend and was always accepting of him being gay. Was always ready to rally for him. Yeah, he didn't treat a lot of his girlfriends very well but he was a generally good guy who tried really hard to do right by all of his siblings and sometimes got little to no help.

But I especially hate it when this is done to further some idea that Ian and Mickey were angels who could do no wrong. I have things about them I don't like, too. Mickey was a pimp. A thief. He hurt Ian on more than one occasion. He had Nazi regalia on his walls that Svet made him take down. And yes, it wasn't really his thing as he was regularly living a huge lie just to fit in so this was no exception. He was both scared of Terry and yearned for his approval to the point he didn't try to improve his circumstances at all by leaving. And we can talk about the psychology of why he didn't- of course there are traumatic reasons- but it doesn't change it. He was a decent guy underneath and a wonderful, loving person in the end. But as much as we soften him for ourselves, he was not always a good guy.

Ian was ungrateful sometimes. Could be sanctimonious. He was a little self-absorbed. He sometimes seemed like moving on from Mickey was easy or that he wasn't as dedicated, although toward the end I think he got a lot better. There was no character on the show who wanted to do the right thing and be a good man more than Ian.

In the end all of these characters became exactly what they were scared to death of becoming. Fiona left her family. Lip wasted his opportunities. Ian didn't get to fulfill any of his original goals. Debbie became a little neglectful of Franny in a way she hated coming from her own parents. Carl became a semi-responsible cop. Mickey became a married gay guy living on the West Side with a guy who wants to plant tomatoes. And yet they were still better off, happier and made their lives exponentially better than where they started.

I mean do what you want. It's fandom so it's not like you can't hate a character if you want to. But why hate on Debbie-or any of the kids- when characters like Terry, Frank and Monica existed? They were just trying to make the best out of the rubble they were born into.

Sorry for this Tolkien-length post.

"I hate Debbie" okay and? Me and my tumblr followers disagree

[callivich]

Gallavich Tropes Prompts: Alpha/Beta/Omega

Prompts for fics, headcanons, or discussion, art, etc. Interpret these however you like and feel free to use them as just a jumping off point, you don’t have to stick to the exact prompt! If any fics like any of these have already been written, please feel free to recommend them to me!

Dedicated to @breedxblemickey whose work made me love this trope! 💖 (I’ve only read a few A/B/O fics so hopefully these prompts work for the trope!)

Ian is a king who needs to find an omega mate but every omega prince he’s found so far is not a compatible match. It seems he will never be able to marry. Mickey is an omega and a thief who breaks into Ian’s bedroom, hoping to steal some expensive items. What he doesn’t expect is Ian to come back early from dinner and catch him in the act. And neither of them expect the instant connection they have…..

Mickey is in prison and the guy who he’s been buying suppressants off is being transferred to another jail. It’s a big problem but he has a few more days left of his pills to figure something out. He just hopes his new cellmate is a beta or another omega. Of course, his shit luck means his new cellmate is an alpha. Ian immediately realises Mickey is an omega as soon as his suppressants finally wear off. Mickey braces himself for a fight but Ian is surprisingly kind and understanding and offers to help Mickey out if he needs it.

Alphas can never be together. They are incompatible. It’s impossible. That’s what everyone says, that’s what everyone knows. So why the fuck can’t Ian and Mickey stay away from each other?! They are supposed to want to fight each other, not fuck.

Ian doesn’t know what’s wrong with him. Omegas are supposed to be submissive/bottom, right? And he’s definitely an omega. So why does he not want to submit to any alphas or betas? Mickey doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, while he likes being dominant in most situations, when it comes to sex - he wants something that is forbidden for alphas - he wants to submit/bottom. What happens when they meet? Will they figure out they are perfect for each other?

Omega males are rare - so rare that they are often offered a lot of money from alphas to marry them. [Ian or Mickey] is an omega male who is receiving numerous offers for marriage - he reluctantly settles on one alpha and is engaged to be married. His future seems to be a loveless marriage, that is…until he meets the bodyguard hired to protect him by his future husband. [Ian or Mickey] is an alpha disguising themselves as a beta to get work. As they spend time together, they find themselves falling in love.

Ian is an alpha and the secret bastard son of King Clayton, living as a peasant with his half siblings. He has no idea he is Clayton’s son until he dies and Ian is crowned King. It’s a massive adjustment and Ian is suddenly forced to learn new things. He is also told he can choose an omega consort so he asks for a male omega. A scheming, power-hungry advisor - who hates the fact a peasant is the new King - scours the kingdom for an omega willing to accept money in exchange for spying on Ian. Mickey accepts and is chosen but what happens when he finds he actually likes Ian?

It sucks being the middle child. It sucks even more when both your older siblings are alphas and you are an omega. Ian is feeling out of place and alone until his best friend Mandy accidentally admits her brother Mickey is also an omega. It’s a closely guarded secret and Mickey has been using drugs to hide his status from everyone including his father. Ian tries to get close to Mickey, hoping they can bond over their omega status but Mickey is angry and pushes him away. But Ian is persistent and Mickey finds it harder and harder to push him away…..

Ian is an alpha who works as an EMT. His latest patient is omega Mickey who is suffering from side effects of taking suppressants. He refuses Ian’s help but then Ian gets called back a couple more times when Mickey collapses. Mickey can’t afford the hospital so Ian offers to nurse him back to health.

Mickey is an alpha works as a bouncer at a club where all the dancers are omegas. At least, they pretend to be. All of them are betas acting like omegas. But it’s enough to fool the customers. Mickey is surprised when he realises the new dancer, Curtis, is actually an omega. While logically Mickey knows Curtis can handle himself, after all he is an adult who grew up on the South Side, Mickey still finds himself feeling strangely protective over him….

There is an alpha/omega app which matches unmated people based on location and their rut and heat cycles. Ian is sick of spending his rut with unsatisfying omegas, while Mickey is sick of spending his heat cycles alone. He’s on the app but every time he works himself up to matching with someone, he backs out at the last minute - nervous about submitting to an alpha. Ian has matched with Mickey twice and has been disappointed and confused when Mickey drops out at the last minute - the omegas he’s been with have always been enthusiastic, he’s never been turned down before. The third time they match, Mickey goes through with it and asks Ian to come over to his place. Ian thinks about turning Mickey down, just to be petty, but he’s curious about this guy….so he goes.

Everything is the same as canon except alphas and omegas don’t present until they turn 25. Ian and Mickey have just gotten settled on the West Side and the last thing Mickey wants to do is go through all this weird shit. Will Mickey be an alpha or an omega? How will it change things between them? How will he go through his rut or his heat for a whole year before Ian presents? And what if they’re both omegas or both alphas? There’s a lot to consider and Mickey is worried. Ian is pretty certain that they can get through anything, so he’s not too worried - they love each other, whatever happens they’ll adapt (besides he has a feeling that Mickey will be an omega and he’ll be an alpha).

Mickey never paid attention in the handful of health classes he went to before he dropped out of high school. Which is why he’s in his twenties and he doesn’t realise that he’s built up a natural resistance to the heat suppressants he’s been taking and that they have stopped working. This wouldn’t be a problem if it didn’t coincide with his first time having a one night stand. After years of being in the closet, he’s excited to finally live his life. He can’t quite believe that such a hot alpha, Ian, is interested in him. But he is and they’re back at Ian’s apartment when, seemingly out of nowhere, Mickey’s heat hits him.

Ian is the only unmated alpha at court, it wouldn’t usually be allowed but Ian is one of the best knights in the kingdom so the King allows it. So far, he hasn’t had any problems being around the King’s group of concubine omegas. That is, until he sees the newest omega in the group - Mickey - and he falls for him instantly. But he knows he can never be with him, it’s too dangerous, the King would put him in prison or even sentence him to death. Besides, Mickey isn’t even interested in him….or is he?

The government match alphas and omegas based on location and compatibility, and the complex system means they’re never wrong. S1 Ian is excited when he gets his letter but then he is shocked to see the name Mikhailo Milkovich. Because who the fuck is that? He asks his friend Mandy if she knows anyone called Mikhailo and she tells him it’s Mickey’s real name. But there’s no way Mickey is an omega?! Let alone that he’s matched with Ian with an extremely rare high score of 98.5%. The test has to be wrong. When he talks to Mickey, who agrees that it’s bullshit and that he is in fact an alpha, Ian is not so sure….

What if Sammi didn’t show up at the end of s5? What if, when Ian asks “You gonna marry me?”, Mickey offers something he’d always been terrified to offer that suddenly doesn���t seem terrifying at all, “What if we mated?”. Yeah, that definitely gets Ian’s attention. Its not a quick fix, it won’t make Ian instantly better but as they navigate their new relationship as alpha/omega mates….things definitely seem to look more positive.

As omegas get older, their yearly heat gets worse if they don’t mate with an alpha. It’s not been a problem so far, [Ian or Mickey] had usually just avoided alphas for a few days or used suppressants. But this is different, when they reunite in prison - it quickly becomes clear that they’ve got a problem. [Ian or Mickey] starts to go through a heat unlike anything they’ve experienced before. His hormones are going crazy not just because he’s a year older but also because of the stress of prison, as well as the fact he’s in close proximity again to an alpha [Ian or Mickey] who he has a sexual and romantic relationship with. Suppressants won’t be strong enough to stop it. If this continues, the other alphas will quickly see him as fair game. There’s only one thing to do - they have to mate with each other. But that will cause it’s own problems - it will out them as a real couple…..

Mickey gets out of juvie and is forced to get a job at the Kash and Grab. He’s working with Ian, who is a major dork, but Mandy has threatened him to be nice as he’s her boyfriend. So, he’ll be nice. Or Mickey’s version of nice which means he won’t punch him in the face. Ian is weird around Mickey and Mickey can’t figure out why. Until the day when they’re unloading a delivery out back and Mickey gets close enough to Ian to smell something and everything clicks into place: Ian is an omega. And that’s a big deal - male omegas are rare. Ian panics and begs Mickey not to tell anyone. And Mickey….agrees. Maybe it’s because he’s Mandy’s ‘boyfriend’, maybe it’s because he and Ian have kinda become friends….or maybe it’s because he likes Ian more than he realises….

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Fic prompt: How do people who tangentially know Ian react when Gay Jesus goes viral? Do they reach out to Ian/the Gallaghers? Lip's college friends, Milkovich cousins, ROTC classmates, Kash and Linda ... Is Gus Pfender telling someone Gay Jesus was his brother-in-law for 4 seconds? :D

I Heard it Through the Grapevine

“This is a pretty new one,” Gus Pfender said into the mic, sitting onstage at a little bar on the outskirts of New York City. “About a girl I knew a while back. A girl that was totally crazy, you all know the type.” He paused and waited for the knowing laughter to die down.

“No, but really though, she was!” he continued, idly tapping on the neck of his guitar as he talked. “She got me to marry her and everything, then slept with her ex, then tried to marry some other guy before we were even separated! Can you believe that?”

The laughter was more awkward that time, but he didn’t notice.

“Anyway, turns out she came by crazy honestly, runs in the family or something.” Even his band mates were starting to get a little antsy behind him, but he wasn’t quite done throwing his ex under the metaphorical bus.

“Yeah, get this—her little brother started a cult, called himself Gay Jesus or somethin’. Just saw him on the news—he blew up a van!” Gus laughed so hard he almost fell off his stool, but the audience was quiet.

The drummer cleared his throat behind him, and Gus finally got with the program, righting himself and coughing into the mic before saying, “Anyway, here it is; sing along loud if you know it, maybe she’ll hear us all the way back in Chicago.”

And he launched into the opening chords of “Fuck You Fiona”.

In the audience, Mandy Milkovich straightened up at the first round of Fiona’s name echoing around the dimly lit room. Her date—well, her client—touched her arm, and she jerked away before she could remember herself. Remember that she was supposed to like being touched, now.

“Sorry,” she simpered at the short older man, putting her hand on his when he let it fall to the table between them. “You just surprised me, hun.”

She smiled at him sweetly, pressing her tongue to the back of her teeth until it hurt. “Be right back,” she promised him quickly, before standing and grabbing her purse from the back of her chair. “Just need to go freshen up for you.”

She cringed as she said it, but it had the desired effect, the man just waving her away as he turned his attention back to the stage just in time for the rousing chorus of “fuck you”.

As soon as the bathroom door slammed shut behind her, Mandy was leaning over the sink, breathing heavily. Chicago. Fiona. Crazy family. Little brother.

Ian.

She fumbled in her purse for her phone, a sleek black thing that one of her more dedicated clients had bought for her. She swiped past the homescreen that he had set to a picture of the two of them, and opened up her browser.

Ian Gallagher she typed in, holding her breath as the results of the search loaded.

It came out in a single whoosh when she saw it, leaving her limp against the dirty porcelain.

Chicago’s Ian ‘Gay Jesus’ Gallagher Charged with Arson and Destruction of Property read the very top headline. Mandy skimmed the rest through the tears that filled her eyes, not daring to let them fall.

Ian Gallagher, middle child of six, pled guilty by reason of insanity at his trial last week, claiming his unmedicated bipolar disorder was the reason for his irrational behavior.

Oh god, Ian.

Last time she saw him, Ian had his shit together. He had a job, and a boyfriend, and he was taking his meds, and he kept her calm and helped her deal with a fucking body and gave her a place to stay for the night. What had happened since then? How had things gone so wrong for him again?

She didn’t know. She needed to know. She needed to know that he was okay.

Mandy bit her lip, mind racing as she considered her options. None of them were good. Mickey was gone. She didn’t speak to the rest of her family. She could call Iggy, or Colin she supposed, but she wasn’t even sure they weren’t in jail themselves. Besides, if they weren’t, she didn’t want Terry overhearing.

With shaking hands, she dialed a number she had been pretending she didn’t know, instead. A number that she had been trying her best to forget.

Phillip Gallagher picked up on the very first ring.

“Yeah, alright. No, I know, Mandy. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you posted.”

Lip sighed as he pressed the end call button, rubbing a hand over his face. Joaquin, sitting next to him, blew a stream of smoke in Lip’s face until he straightened again, coughing.

“The hell was that for, asshole?” he asked, waving the smoke away. “You know how much shit I’m gonna get if Tami smells that on me?”

Joaquin snorted. “Still can’t believe you shacked up with your baby-mamma, man,” he teased. “You have a kid now, what the fuck?”

“Yeah, well,” Lip muttered, reaching over to steal the joint right out of his hand despite his warnings about the smell. “A lot of things have changed since the last time I saw you.”

No shit. The last time Joaquin had seen Lip Gallagher, he’d been helping him steal money from the high-end startup Lip was working for. Then he’d just disappeared, only to wander into the little cafe where Joaquin liked to take lunch just a few days ago. They’d been catching up a little bit each day since, but Joaquin’s head was still spinning trying to equate this short-haired, run-down family man with the brilliant guy he knew back in the day.

“So, who was that?” Joaquin pried. “Who’s Mandy? You two-timing your girl already, Gallagher?”

“Fuck no,” Lip exclaimed, nearly spitting out the joint. Joaquin snatched it back immediately—the Gallagher he knew never would have risked the good stuff like that.

“No,” Lip repeated more calmly. “I uh, used to date her,” he revealed. “Before I knew you. But that was a long time ago.”

Joaquin nodded. “So what’s she callin’ you for then?”

Lip rubbed at his lip—Joaquin giggled in his head at that thought—and went quiet for a long moment. Joaquin just sat by him and smoked, content to wait it out.

“She was asking about my brother,” Lip answered finally. “They were friends.”

“Which brother?” Joaquin questioned. “The janitor, or the crazy one?”

Lip eyed him oddly. “The janitor is the crazy one,” he said, but Joaquin shook his head.

“No, no,” he rambled, “the little guy, the one you thought was dealin’.”

“Carl?” Lip clarified, and laughed, fingers picking idly at the knee of his jeans. “Nah, Carl’s actually doin’ alright now, I think. It’s Ian. The one you met.”

“What’s goin’ on with him?”

Lip hesitated, and then, “You heard about Gay Jesus?” he asked, and Joaquin felt his eyes go wide. He almost dropped the joint himself this time.

“No way,” he breathed out. “That was him?” He gestured wildly. “With the kids, and the cult, and the van?”

“That was him,” Lip confirmed grimly. “Off his meds, we think. That’s what he says, at least.”

Joaquin whistled, and handed the joint back. “Think you need this more than me right now,” he said.

Lip didn’t disagree when he took it.

Linda looked up when a stranger entered her store, then promptly rolled her eyes and went back to her magazine. The kids were with the sitter and the store was practically empty, so there was no reason not to take some time for herself for once. A single stoner wandering around the aisles wasn’t that much of a concern.

Still, she kept an eye on him as he poked through what they had to offer. He wasn’t bad looking, despite his floppy hair and red-rimmed eyes—reminded her a little bit of a young Kash, even.

She promptly hated herself for thinking of her absent, no-good husband, and hated the stranger in the store for making her do it.

So when he finally came to the counter, holding two bags of chips and a Red Bull, she might have been just a tad ruder than normal.

“Put it on the counter,” she ordered gruffly when he just stood there, staring into space.

“Whoa, yeah, sorry, sorry,” he rambled, doing as he was bid. “Just came from visiting a buddy, guess I left my mind behind a bit, huh?” He giggled. A grown man just giggled in her store.

“Maybe you know them, the Gallaghers?” He continued while she rang him up. Her hands barely paused when she heard the name. That was a long time ago, and they didn’t come here anymore.

The stoner was still talking, though. “Man they’ve had some bad luck, you know?” He shook his head. “First with Lip’s stuff, now his brother again?”

Linda stilled, bag of chips still in hand.

“Which brother?” she asked despite herself. She shouldn’t care, but somehow she still did. That little shit had stolen her husband, got his boyfriend shot in her store, and bailed on her with no warning, but when he had been there, he had been good to her. Helped her run the store, even helped her with the kids if she begged. She’d been sad to hear it when he went off the rails, but the rumor around town was that he was doing better, now.

“The crazy red-haired one,” the stoner answered, and she guessed a rumor was all it had been. “They call him Gay Jesus now, he blew up a van and everything.”

“Ten seventy-five,” she told him, not commenting any more on the topic. It wasn’t her business.

But as the stranger walked out the door, leaving her to her magazine again, she considered sending some sort of basket to the Gallagher house. For old time’s sake.

She was so caught up in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice the bell over the door ring a second time as someone else hurried out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Iggy Milkovich muttered to himself as he rushed off down the street away from the Kash’N’Grab, forgetting to even steal anything in his hurry.

Ian fucking Gallagher. Gay fucking Jesus. How had nobody around him seen that coming?

Iggy remembered when Ian was living with them, before he went crazy the first time. Or while he went crazy the first time? Who fucking knew, that kid was always off the rails if he thought taking up with Iggy’s kid brother right under Terry’s nose was a good fucking idea.

But there was that one time, when things were mostly still going good, when he remembered hearing Mickey talk to his boy about crashing some funeral. A funeral for a fairy soldier that Ian knew when he was going by his brother’s name out at bootcamp. They’d come home from that thing with Ian practically vibrating, bouncing off the walls with fury at the protest they had wandered into, and he had seen the way it made Mickey freak out.

Mickey was in Mexico now. Iggy knew that. Everybody fucking knew that, even if they pretended they didn’t. And it was a bad fucking idea for him to find out about this, for so many reasons.

But Iggy couldn’t do that to his brother. He couldn’t hide something like this. And if Mickey found out some other way, from someone else…well. There was no saying what stupid shit that fucker might do.

So when he got home, he hit the bong to calm his racing heart. Then he picked up the phone, and dialed a number he wasn’t supposed to know.

“Yeah, thanks Ig,” Mickey said into his burner phone. “I already knew.”

His partner for the day, some new cartel wannabe that got paired up with the Gringo to see how he managed the streets, gave him a weird look as he shoved the phone into the pocket of his jeans.

“Who was that?” the burly man asked, voice rough, and Mickey rolled his eyes.

“Your girlfriend,” he answered dryly. “Wanted to know if I had dropped your ass in the grave yet so we can go fuck in peace.”

The idiot looked like he actually believed it, and Mickey snorted.

“A fuckin’ contact, okay?” he revealed. “And none of your fuckin’ business ‘til you manage to climb the ladder past ‘basic bitch errand boy’, so get the shit and let’s get movin’.”

At least the moron followed instructions.

Mickey wiped a hand over his face while the other man’s back was turned, gathering himself. It was confirmed, then. First by those weird-ass rainbow shirts, and now by Iggy, who wouldn’t lie to him about something like that. Ian Gallagher had gotten himself in trouble, and Mickey wasn’t there to save him this time.

He sighed as his partner came back with the rest of the goods, and they set off to a new position on the next corner.

One way or another, it looked like Mickey Milkovich was going back to Chicago.

[cellard0ors]

WHELP.

No one hated this. so, it's continuing. I have no title as of yet. Still dedicated to @lallyloo

Part 1 here

Rhett used to live closer.

Now he doesn’t.

Link knows there are a variety of factors that went into the move, and he respects them. Still, it was nice before - when he didn’t have to travel so far. Now here he is, driving out into the middle of nowhere to see someone who used to be a short distance away.

Everything used to be…closer.

Sometimes Link looks back, riffles through his memories and it’s almost painful. It’s not that the memories are bad per say, it’s more how they feel. So close and so far – recent, yet ages ago. It’s an uncomfortable dichotomy, so he does his best to just concentrate on the present.

And, presently, he’s pulling up to a tiny little cabin surrounded by towering California redwoods. His car crunches loudly over the gravel drive - loud enough to summon his friend, even if his hearing’s declining. Although - to be fair, Link’s hearing is not the greatest either.

Hearing, sight, the combined ache of your muscles and bones - yeah, getting older is a real bitch. Not a word Link likes to say, much less think, but facts are facts. Age isn’t pretty, albeit there are some advantages. One of which being that you can pretty much go and do whatever you please, whenever you please.

Especially if you made a rather lucrative creative endeavor at one point. Mythical Morning may be gone, but the capital earned is doing its job of keeping him cushy in his golden years. Rhett as well, who certainly couldn’t have afforded this place otherwise and as he emerges from his home he offers a wave.

Link returns it, but finds he has to fight off a scowl. Really, it’s not fair. Link went silver early and he always thought he looked pretty damned handsome with it- a total silver fox.

But Rhett?

Well, Rhett always did have a history of beating him.

He might have gone silver later, but damned if he doesn’t wear it better. His beard is neatly trimmed, long hair tied back and he looks like some kind of rugged highlander cowboy combo that could get away with being on the cover of one of those old romance novels Christy used to thumb through.

…terrible…

A man his age shouldn’t look so good.

Rhett shouldn’t look so good.

And considering what Link’s come here to talk about he really doesn’t want to think about that right now.

Focus on the present, Neal, he reminds himself, shaking his head while he parks. When he gets out Rhett charges up, one hand out for a shake, which Link takes and then the two share a brief, back slapping hug.

“How ya been, brother?”

“Told you last night - tired and tired of being tired. You?”

“Same,” Rhett chuckles, “but figured if you were makin’ the drive up here, there might be more to say.”

There is, but Link’s not ready for it, instead clearing his throat while moving towards the two rocking chairs near the porch, “Mind if I-?”

“Help yourself,” Rhett says with an expansive gesture and the two end up seated and looking out over the wilderness. Link’s been here before. They’ve done this before. Just sat in these chairs and shot the shit. But today, Link finds himself a little more riled than usual, a little stiffer, and Rhett must pick up on it, because he sighs, “You might as well spit it out.”

“Spit what out?”

“Whatever it is you’re trying to avoid, bo,” Rhett says and he’s got a cooler of sprite nearby. He grabs a can and cracks it open, taking a swig before continuing, “We can sit here and waste time until you work up the nerve or-”

“I have the nerve!” Link cries but Rhett just goes on as if he hasn’t been interrupted, “-you can just spill. Probably feel better after.”

“Doubt that,” Link grouses and reaches into the cooler to get his own drink. Because Rhett managed to call him out so smoothly, so quickly, he decides to take his time on purpose. What was it Lily said? Be ‘deliberately obtuse’? It’s not quite what he’s doing now, but close enough.

Rhett, unbothered by Link’s act of defiance, merely sips his can and rests in his chair - annoyingly regal and relaxed. Sometimes Link really hates him. But it’s the kind of hate that’s so tangled up with affection that it’s irritating beyond measure, so he just stews over his own soda and waits.

For the longest time, it feels like neither will break the silence, but - considering Link came here to see Rhett and not the other way around - he decides (very graciously, he might add) to bend first, “Is it ever hard on you?”

One of Rhett’s eyebrows wing upwards, “Is what ever hard on me?”

Link shifts about, suddenly wishing these wooden chairs had some cushion, “The whole,” he waves a hand around them, “lonely woodsman thing?”

“…you think I’m lonely?”

“Well, I mean…” Link feels very tongue tied and very stupid and he doesn’t want to somehow inadvertently insult or hurt his friend, “Do you-? Do you ever think about how-how things changed?”

Rhett shrugs easily, “Things change, Link. That’s just life. Nature.”

“Yeah, I know, I know,” Link grumbles, “But I mean-? I’m more like-?” he growls under his breath because he’s annoyed that he can’t articulate his thoughts easily, “You and Jessie…”

“What about me and Jessie?”

“I mean…you were married…”

“We were?” Rhett asks the last as if it’s a hugely shocking revelation and Link hopes his expression manages to convey how he feels about that kind of response, “Yes. You and Jessie were married and then, y'know, um, you-you weren’t and I-I guess I just wondered if-if-?”

Rhett takes a deep pull on his sprite before sighing, “Are you asking if I’m lonely without Jessie?”

“Uh…sort of? Or, I mean, more-more directly - did you ever think this…this is how it would end up.”

“Gosh, no,” Rhett laughs and the corners of his eyes crinkle in that way that always makes Link’s heart twirl a little, “No, I sure didn’t. But; mean, ’s like I said, things change. So do people. Jessie and I loved one another, but,” he shrugs again, “Kids grew up, moved out, and when it was just me and her we’d found things’d changed.”

“But…” Link sounds sort of lost, “How?”

Rhett’s narrows his eyes at him, “Man, you know how. We’ve talked about this! She and I were just…different people than we used to be. Different from who we were when we got married and all. It wasn’t bad - we still loved one another. But there just…”

He rolls his shoulders and sighs again, one big hand rubbing at the back of his neck, “Wasn’t that spark anymore. I love her. Still do. Heck, we still talk - just spoke to her last week! But being in love with her?”

The last is asked in a way that pretty much answers itself. Link gets it. He does understand it. And as Rhett said – they’ve talked about this before. Back when it first happened, even. Link knows the story. He knows it and he knows it and yet…

“I guess, I’m…well, I’m-I’m just asking because you-you live up here all by yourself and I…I live by myself and…”

Rhett’s heavy lidded eyes take on this sad, soulful look, one that makes Link’s throat close up around his words, “That what this really about, brother? You thinkin’ about Christy again? You really the lonely one?”

“Yes,” Link blurts and, sort of horrified that he did, rushes on, “And no. No, mean…this-this isn’t about Christy…this-this is about Lily.”

Rhett’s eyes widen and his head rears back, the confusion on his face paramount, “Okay, alright then - color me perplexed, 'cause I don’t see how my being lonely and then your being lonely has anything to do with your daughter.”

“Lily thinks we should go out!” Link squeaks loudly and hoo boy! Bad enough the words came out in that sharp of a tone, but he also Did. Not. Mean. To. Say. Them!

He was planning on working into it in a far more casual manner. Maybe even jokingly. Like, 'Hey, my daughter thinks we should go out! Isn’t that a laugh riot?’ Or 'So, my children are conspiring against us!’ Or really anything - any way - different than how it came out just now.

Rhett, for his part, doesn’t seem all that rocked by this announcement, “Oh. Um. Alright. Sounds good.”

“Sounds good?!” And wow. Just wow. Link thought he sounded squeaky and loud before. That came out even worse. Mickey-Mouse-sucked-on-helium-and-went-hysterical worse. Rhett must have misunderstood, right? Right?!

As if sensing the question, Rhett finishes off his sprite and tosses the can in a nearby trash can, “Sure. We can go out. Where you wanna go? Wouldn’t mind takin’ a trip. Been an age since we done it.”

His reply confirms Link’s thinking and he deflates, but only a smidge, because he now knows he still has to explain, “No, no, no. I-I mean she wants us to go out. As-as in out out.”

Watching the realization dawn on Rhett’s face should be funny. It really should. More so when he asks in a higher tenor, “Out out as in-?”

“As in a date, man. My little girl thinks we should date,” Link wants to make this into a joke. He feels like he should be able to do that. He knows he should. Because that’s what this is, isn’t it? One big joke and he tries to laugh but the sound comes out so false and weird he stops it immediately, instead pressing on, “Rest of my kids too. She was just…just the one elected to bring it up or-or something…”

Rhett sits up straighter and crosses his arms. His eyes dart from side to side and he looks like he’s thinking so danged hard about this. Way harder than Link thinks he should.

“Let me get this straight: your kids,” Rhett points to Link, “think we,” he waves a finger between the two of them, “should go out with one another?”

“Yes.”

Rhett blinks several times as if he’s physically processing this. His mind a computer pushing through a big old file of data. Which is probably why he offers an indelicate, “Huh.”

“Right?!” Link cries, because he feels like Rhett understands. Rhett gets Link. Rhett knows exactly how Link thinks and feels and Rhett gets this situation, Link’s situation, perfectly.

“My kids pushed me back into datin’ long before yours did.”

…and this was not the response Link expected. He’d expected laughter. He’d expected an eyeroll. He’d expected anything but Rhett to say what he just said and thus his response is less than elegant, “Eh?”

“Locke and Shepard got on me 'bout dating only a year or two after the deal with Jessie was finalized. Think they were worried I’d become some ol’ hermit in the woods…” the last comes out in a bit of a chuckle as Rhett looks around them, “Can you believe that?”

Link can’t help but join him in chuckling on that front. Once the laughter dies down, Rhett sits up, threading his fingers together before letting his hands hang down between his knees, “Told ‘em I didn’t need it. You reach a certain age and you don’t date anymore.”

“That’s what I told, Lily!” Link crows; overjoyed that his pal is in agreement.

One slender shoulder rises and falls in an easy motion as he confesses, “Not that I haven’t been out though.”

This draws Link up short. It startles him. It makes him sit up as well, his own hands mirroring Rhett’s and one of his legs starts jiggling restlessly, “Y-Y-you’ve been-? Been seeing someone?”

“Nah,” Rhett offers a lazy grin, “Not seriously. Seen a coupla different folks, but no one I’d care to see again.”

So.

Rhett had…or is…dating. Sure, he doesn’t call it dating, but still…the omission trips Link up. For some reason, he’d just believed both he and Rhett were in the same boat. Sure, Rhett was divorced, not widowed, but Link had felt – in some way – that it held the same sort of principle.

You chose someone to spend the rest of your life with and when their life or your life ended, that was that. There was nothing else, no one, else. And he’s aware how immature that is, how backwards-thinking, but it just…it’s what he always thought. Until now. Until this very moment where Rhett revealed that it’s not that way at all.

At least not for him.

Rhett…seeing people…with-with potential romantic intent…

For some reason it just doesn’t compute and now Link knows he’s the one blinking madly as he tries to process this. One reason it’s hard to swallow comes to mind, so he asks, "You-you never mentioned…?”

“Gentlemen don’t kiss and tell.”

“You’re telling me right now!” And there’s that hysteric tone again.

“Not givin’ you names, now am I?”

Link feels the sound of sheer disgruntled aggravation that leaves him right now really nails his feelings home. Rhett, however, is unmoved, “Gotta say though, Lily is way off base…”

Link’s hands unhook as he practically melts. A wave of relief washes over him, his whole body falling back to rest against the chair, “Finally!”

“…we already know one another.”

Link’s head snaps back up so quickly it defies his advanced age, “What?”

“Well, not only are we well past the age of dating, dating in and of itself is for people who don’t know one another,” Rhett returns candidly, “We’ve known one another damn near all our lives. So, telling us we should date isn’t quite right. If we went out, it’d probably be called something else.”

“What?!”

Rhett strokes at his beard thoughtfully, “Wonder if there’s a name for that? People who’ve known one another for a long time, but then decide to bump it up a notch. Mean, it’s probably still just called 'dating’, but I really think they should come up with another word for it, because they’re making up new words all the time for all kinds of things so, you think there’d be one for that.”

“WHAT?!”

Rhett looks at Link and he edges closer to him, voice colored with concern, “You alright there? Thought I was the one with the bad hearing. My hearing aids really help, so if you think your ears are starting to go you can ask your doc about-?”

“My hearing is fine,” Link stresses, “But I’m not sure about everything else, because, apparently, I’ve woken up in some alternate universe!”

“…well, we did used to say we traveled the multiverse.”

“Can it, McLachlin!” Link points at him, tone sharp, “You’re the one who said it wasn’t a question you needed to answer!”

“…a question-?”

“Back on the show!” Link cries, “One time you said you didn’t need to answer the question of what it’d be like if we kissed or made out or-!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Rhett laughs and waves both of his hands, “Look…first off - for the most part - you’ve always had a better memory’n me. Even back before we were old coots. Second, pretty presumptions of you, ain’t it?”

Link frowns, waits for Rhett to continue the thought and when he does, it takes all the strength Link has within in his body not to strangle the other man, “Mean – you jumping right into kissing and making out…haven’t even taken me out proper yet. If you want to start courting me…”

“I don’t!” Link practically leaps to his feet at that. A rather impressive feat considering his body doesn’t move with near the alacrity it used to, “I-I-I mean, I’m-I’m not-!”

“No?” Rhett sniffs, “Rude.”

“What?” And Link hates repeating himself, hates sounding so stupefied but honestly: what the heck? “Do you want me to be courting you? To take you out out? To date?”

Rhett looks far too damned tranquil for this conversation, “Just because a long time ago I said I didn’t need to answer the question to that, don’t mean I’m not pondering it now.”

And with that, Link dies.

Or he feels like he dies.

Or something else.

Something transcendent. Something where he really has confirmed that, somehow, the planets have shifted, the stars have aligned, and he’s been transported to another universe, because he couldn’t have possibly heard that right.

Yet he knows he did.

Link feels lightheaded. He feels like he’s outside of his body, his voice coming back to him in an echo, lips moving unbidden, “But-? You’re-you’re not-? You’ve-you’ve never been interested in-?”

Another easy shrug, “Not sure if I’m interested in men. But I sure as shit am interested in you. Always have been.”

Link really thinks he should sit back down. Sit back down or fall down. Just…down…

His hands feels shaky and wild as they find the arms of the chair, as he lowers himself back into, as he breathes, “You’re interested in-in-in-?”

Link’s head moves around as if looking for someone else, because saying ‘in me’ (and the ‘me’ being Link himself) doesn’t seem at all possible.

Rhett, seeming to finally take pity on him, sighs, “When I say ‘I’m interested in you’, I’m not declaring some secret, unrequited, suppressed feelings for you, man. I’m saying you’re my friend, I find you interesting, and I ain’t entirely opposed to seeing if there could be more to it,” he unlaces his fingers to wave between them, “To us,” then he changes one of his hands into the two fingers to motion between their eyes, “To this.”

“…this…” is all Link can manage. It comes out faint and whispery. He’s still pretty convinced he died. Probably happened on the ride here. Damn twisty backroads.

“…’course if you’re not interested,” Rhett sucks his teeth, “Or chicken…”

Link snaps back to life right quick. He’s alive. He’s alive and in his body and his ears are burning, his heart pounding, his cheeks bright red as his blood pressure rises, “I’m not chicken!”

Rhett just eyes him balefully and-and the utter gall of it! Of those eyes looking at him in this fashion and Link puffs up, “I’m not! I’M a modern man, dang it! I-I’m not afraid to-to-!”

He runs a hand through his thick (now completely) silver hair and tugs it hard, “It’s just-? It’s crazy! It’s insane! It’s-it’s-it’s-!”

He’s stuttering all over himself, all the things he wants to say not coming out of his mouth quickly enough and he just points at Rhett accusingly, “It’ll ruin our friendship and be all kindas awkward and-!”

Rhett leans back in his chair, crosses his arms again and stretches out his ridiculously long, giraffe-like legs, “You know…we drank one another’s urine.”

Link stalls at that.

“Once upon a time.”

Link is still stopped. Enough that Rhett just breathes in and looks off to one side, “Messed around with one another’s feet. Did Mama Bird/Baby Bird. Cuddled with cockroaches.”

“Thought you said I had the better memory.”

“’Bout some things,” Rhett offers with a small grin, “My point is – we’ve done much crazier things. Only difference this time would be that it’s personal and it’s not for an audience.”

Link digests that, chews on it. He rolls it over and over again in his mind. Rhett seems to be waiting for him to answer – one way or another and when it becomes obvious that no real answer is forth coming, he lets out another sigh and rises up, wincing some.

Link would bet it’s due to his lower back twinging, because sitting long periods of time now just does that to him. Link knows, because it does it to him too.

Rhett puts his hands in his pockets and offers another blithe shrug, “Look, don’t worry about it. I don’t blame you if you’re-”

“Okay.”

Link’s eyes are downcast. They went in that direction when he knew his final answer. He wants to raise his head. He wants to know who said it, that quiet word. So quiet as to almost be inaudible.

And shy.

Quiet, shy…unreal.

And he knows he said it. Knows it came from his mouth. And he feels it when Rhett gets closer to him, feels the heat of his friend and he can just make him out of his peripheral vision as he repeats just as quietly, just as shy, “Okay?”

Link licks his lips and looks up. He looks up into his friend’s kind eyes and feels his head wobbling on his neck as he nods, “Okay. Yeah. I…I guess it’s…it’s worth trying…”

“So,” Rhett’s lips tug up in one corner, a teasing sort of smirk, “You are courting me?”

Link shoves out at him and the two laugh. But the fact still remains. Link has just agreed to go out with Rhett. Out out. As in a date, as in…

…and Link knows, eventually, the panic will return. But for now? For now, it’s nice to just be with his friend and laugh.

[swiftfootedachilles]

It was autistic!Mickey and nerodivergant!Ian (I wasn't specific with how or why he is) going on holidays and how they struggled with it but liked it and it was based off my experiences of loving traveling and exploring but struggling because of being autistic and needing certain things/routines

You inspired me so much by seeing someone talk about ALL aspects of autistic!Mickey in a postive light and not acting like he's a helpless, delicate little thing that can't consent or live his life or love his husband

Thank you for your kind words and if I ever decide to publish it you'll be the first to know

-dedicating a fic to you anon

aww that sounds wonderful!

i relate SO much!!! i love the idea of traveling around the world and wanna move to germany next year but im also TERRIFIED of losing the familiarity of home. when ive traveled in the past i would get so anxious i wouldnt even go out that much. i would only do something if i had others with me and would literally even not eat because i didnt wanna go to a store or restaurant alone. but i still love going other places and making new memories! i just havent found a conducive way for me to do it yet

mickey pushed ian to move out then when he realized it would disrupt his life, he hated it! i can see mickey so badly wanting to drive south for a vacation and then getting there and realizing he didnt plan for certain things and melting down as a result. he is very capable and independent, but that doesnt negate his autism! he is BOTH. even, he is capable and independent partly BECAUSE of his autism. he can stim and be nonverbal and melt down and lash out and STILL be so incredibly strong physically and emotionally

now im thinking about mickey alone in mexico, already completely thrown off bc he really thought ian was gonna go with him, trying to establish new routines and not having ways to cope with the change ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️😭😭😭😭😭😭

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MONDAY the movie (review)

Even though I’ve already made an hour long video review for my YouTube channel because why not? I still need to take my thoughts into written form and give them to anyone who comes across this on tumblr ‘cause yeah, I want to.

1. If you expect me to talk about nudity, nah, I don’t give a shit about that and just because I love Sebastian to bits doesn’t mean I’m gonna go ahead and sexualize him because that’s not me nor what I care for so as long as nude scenes concern me, that’s all I’ve got to say.

Also, if I see people body shaming any of the actors in this movie, Imma come for ya, bitches.

Now now, let’s go!

Overall, this is such an incredible and beautiful movie. Since I watched the trailer I knew that somehow I’d love it because it seemed fun and the characters in it were very real to me. And this is a surprise because I cannot begin to explain to you how much I despise romantic movies but this one? Damn, this one was so damn good.

The story pretty much follows Chloe and Mickey and they’re far from being perfect, that’s one of the things I like. They’re two flawed individuals who found each other and shared a night and a whole day that were enough to jump ahead and decide to begin a story. That was great,

One thing I enjoyed a whole lot is how well used was the typical trope of the airport scene. It was so fun to watch because the scene wasn’t there at the end but it was part of the beginning of their story, y’know and one thing I despise about RomComs and blahblah is that it’s always about meeting and falling in love but never about building the relationship AND THAT’S WHERE MONDAY GOT IT FUCKING RIGHT. They dedicated their time to actually build a relationship between the two MC’s, not just the typical we met, we fell in love, that’s all you need to know. Nono, these guys are moving in together, they’re sharing their time, screwing around, cooking for each other, learning to live with each other, getting through work, through life, seeing what they like about each other, fighting, making up. And that’s great because it’s REAL. That’s what real relationships are all about, about how you build knowing the two are totally flawed people who screw up a whole bunch and have issues.

The characters throughout the movie were so beautifully laid on that canvas, they had a development that felt real, and yeah, I’ll keep using the word real because even the camera work makes it feel like that. It only contributed to how much I really liked it... but back to the characters. AWESOME. I’m not really gonna spoil much because people need to see it but THEY’RE SUPER INTERESTING PEOPLE TO BE AROUND and in the entirety of it I was really moved by them.

Denise Gough, WHAT AN OUTSTANDING ACTRESS. DAMN. She’s so physical and it’s beautiful, and what I mean by this is that there are plenty of moments in which Chloe is only expressing herself through physical movement and Denise just managed to convey every feeling, thought and sentiment that Chloe was going through in a magnificent way. I really felt for her and there were countless scenes that gave me all the feels. She is the HIGHLIGHT of this story.

Sebastian... ah, what do I got to say about Sebastian? I love this dude, like immensely, and there’s a thing about his characters that he either makes me love them with all my heart (exhibit A: Bucky Barnes) or hate them to pieces (not even gonna talk about the jerk but name starts with F of fuck-you-bitch). Mickey was one of the ones I loved. His story made me feel so close to him and it’s a guy from which you can learn a lot, especially about one of the most important things the movie is about: seizing the moment, just living and taking those chances. What I liked the most about Mickey is that he’s got so much to live and learn yet, he’s sort of a man-child at times and you get that. He’s reckless, a mess, does everything last minute, I mean, if I dated a guy like him he’d probably drive me insane... and I guess that’s why I loved him, because he’s a mess and he knows and still tries his best with what he’s got. I just... I’m glad they grabbed a guy like Sebastian Stan who’s like perfect (in my definition he is, okay?) and everyone has a crush on and just had him portray this very flawed real man.

That’s the thing: Chloe and Mickey are so real because they both are imperfect and the movie is a true depiction of what being in a relationship with imperfect people is like, it’s not just the pretty things, it’s the everything that makes it work. It’s going past those first months of everything is pink color, everything is love and sex and beautiful and seeing how the person you love is a little different to what you pictured and yet, in spite of all those flaws and issues, you choose them.

Then, the message of the movie, the idea of just jumping into those ideas even if they’re insane. The living, loving with all you’ve got, fighting for the people you love ‘cause they’re worth it. Going out there and just being... I mean, it’s a reminder that all we really need is to go out there and do our very best to enjoy and have a great time.

I’m quite happy with this movie so good feelings over all.

[ticktockofthemetronome]

“ i don’t care if the clock turns backwards. i don’t care if i keep on hurting. i don’t care if you won’t look at me. i only want you to live and smile. ”

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❝ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮'𝙨 𝙤𝙘 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

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𝐁𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

name: starly nicknames: blue tangy [floyd], madame penance [rook], my dear [azul] gender: female age: 16 birthday: december 12  star sign: sagittarius height: 150cm hair: wavy black eye color: dark grey  homeland: ?

𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

dorm: ramshackle year: first class: 1–A, student no. 28 occupation: student club: boardgame club best subject: math

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

dominant hand: right favorite food: hard for her to pick, but she generally likes saltier foods  least favorite food: shrimp (she can’t eat that and most other seafoods due to allergies) dislikes: witnessing death  hobbies: lying down in bed and practicing magic talents: understanding things really quickly

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»—————————–✄ personality, um, and trivia down below

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

✦ starly is an ambivert. she won’t initiate conversation unless it’s necessary, and she won’t be engaged in the conversation if the other party doesn’t interest her. when she’s with people that she is comfortable with, starly is much more talkative and sociable, sometimes being really loud to the point that she needs to be quieted. when enough time with people passes, she will be exhausted and go quiet. she is a go-with-the-flow type of person, so depending on her mood, she can either be the one who tries to stop people from doing something crazy, but more often than not, she’s either enabling it or partaking in it. 

✦ honest to a fault, starly wears her heart on her sleeve most of the time, making it easy to tell when she’s happy, angry, or just plain bored. she is also a horrible liar, and she’s aware of this, so she mostly gives up and tells the truth anyway. however, when it comes to the deepest problems that eat away at her, starly will not indicate anything that she’s going through something. burdening others with her problems makes her feel a little guilty, and she either has to trust the person completely or be pushed enough times to get her to talk. 

✦ starly is not easily motivated to do things because she wants to lie down and relax all the time, hence why she doesn’t have many hobbies. she may be writing some stories from time to time, but they’re not very frequent. she also doesn’t like it when her peace is ruined, so when she’s first transported into twisted wonderland, her stress is almost palpable. due to this, she hates having to face conflict and would want to go about her day without any problems aside from school. however, when something truly captures her attention, she will fixate on that and dedicate nearly all her time to that one thing. 

𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜

“ heal what has been hurt. change the fates’ design. save what has been lost. bring back what once was mine. ”

penitent’s deal is the unique ability that enables starly to reset time to any point in the past, though the farthest she can go is her first day in nrc. her unique magic takes three seconds to activate after she says her um incantation in which no one can move. after those three seconds, time will stop moving before it starts reversing at light speed.

due to its near omnipotent nature, starly will feel weak after using her unique magic— how weak depends on how much time she resets. resetting a few hours back won’t do anything as long as she has her magical pen, a few days may give her a slight headache, weeks may give her a migraine, and months may leave her sick for a day or two. the reset also physically affects her, so if theoretically, her 22-year old self would reset to when she was 16, she would be back to her 16-year old self physically. however, the blot will still accumulate in her crystal from magic usage. when she says her incantation, she is rendered immobile, leaving her open to attack, so anything can happen in that timeframe. if starly dies during the three seconds that the reset is activated, she may not return in the next timeline. 

most people would not remember the events of the previous timeline. however, depending on the amount of magic one has, some may be sensitive to the resets. mages with decent enough abilities may experience a slight sense of deja vu or have somewhat vivid dreams of the previous timeline that could be forgotten. strong magic users such as the dorm leaders experience a stronger sense of deja vu and will have vivid dreams about the previous timeline. then there are the particularly exceptional ones who will know that a reset has occurred.

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚

✦ starly originated from a universe where my friends’ sonas and mine interact with each other! she didn’t have her own standalone story where she’s the only one in ramshackle until very recently, and there are many differences between her standalone story and her story in that universe. for this blog, i will only be sharing her standalone story.

✦ starly was originally supposed to remain magicless all throughout her story in twisted wonderland. however, one day, i remembered this undertale au called flowerfell where frisk’s resets cause a flower to grow on their body. it made me think of how in twst, you can always return to any part of the story, which made me think about the possibility of resetting time to any point in time as you wish. and that’s how starly’s um came to be. 

✦ speaking of her um, it was originally titled as reset. however, it sounded too literal and too short, so it was changed. 

✦ starly has the habit of always apologizing even when she doesn’t have to (example being saying sorry to someone when she just needs space to move and she has to go past that person). she thinks this is why took calls her madame penance. 

✦ starly is very competitive in games, hence why she chose the boardgame club. her favorite opponent is azul because he’s the best at bringing out that desire to improve in her. 

✦ like the in-game mc, starly comes from a world where even the concept of the great seven and mickey don’t exist.