#especially as it relates to the lgtb+ community at large

[gallavictorious]

what about like mickey and geneva crossing paths somehow but don't know each other (i guess before the wedding bc i would guess they would have met at that point) and idk maybe she overhears him say something homophobic and she confronts him and somehow mentions gay jesus and idk. this is 100% inspired by my desire for someone to ask mickey if he knows gay jesus just for him to respond that he knows him biblically lol

Ah, this might just be the most justified desire in the world, nonnie; I salute you! Okay, let's see –

I'm thinking Geneva and a bunch of her friends decide to stage a protest of some kind. Maybe just to raise awareness of the plight of the LGTB+ community in general, or maybe in direct reaction to a store treating gay people less than right... let's be honest, there's a lot of shit happening, so it's not like it'd be hard for them to find a just cause. Brave and resolute they arm themselves with righteousness and march out in the name of their lord and savior, Gay Jesus!

March, as it happens, straight to A Certain Mall – CAN YOU GUESS WHICH? – where A Certain Disgruntled Darling – CAN YOU GUESS WHO? – works. Now, I don't think their protest is aimed at Old Army per se but maybe it happens right outside the store just next to it, and so the Gay Jesus Group and all of their signs and whatever other props they bring kind of spill over to halfway block the entrance to Mickey's workplace?

By rights this should be a case for mall main security, which I assume exists even if I have no idea what the right word for it would be, but let's pretend that they're unsure about how to intervene in a way that doesn't get them into trouble for being homophobic. Maybe their boss is a very anxious and pollitically minded person, highly unsuited for their job? Or just secretly supports what's happening? Either way, mall security does nothing. The protest continues. There's a crowd gathering, some jeering, some curious, and some in silent support. Between that and the protest itself there's not a whole lot of people making their way into Old Army which Concerns the staff working the floor there, and so they send Mickey out to deal with it.

“What's in it for me?” Mickey probably demands, savvy to the fact that this strictly speaking isn't his job, and the fuck does he care if a few hippies stand around chanting whatever so that no one can get in to the store to bother him while he dreams of all the stuff Ian and he can do to and with one another once he gets off work?

I'm not sure what the rest of the staff promise him, but it's good enough that fine, he'll go scare these rainbow kids away. So out he stomps and he immediately identifies Geneva as the ring leader, mostly because it's her holding the megaphon and leading the chants. Our highly questionable hero walks up to her, calling: “Yo! Gonna need you to pack this shit up and get the hell out of here. You're bothering the customers.”

Mickey's scary when he wants to be, that's true, but Geneva ain't no pushoever and she's used to standing up to all sorts of bullies – plus she has the unshakeable zeal of a true believer. She's not backing down, and maybe there's a small part of Mickey that can admire her courage, but a larger part is just really fucking annoyed at these people complicating his workday with this stupid crap.

Sadly (for Mickey) Geneva doesn't give a fig for his annoyance. She stares him right in the eye and launches into a spiel about how the store they're protesting has treated the LGTB+ community in a horrible, horrible way and people need to be made aware of the fact.

Mickey's face wrinkles in disgust. “And what the fuck's whining about it gonna do, huh? Someone insult you 'cause you're gay you beat the shit outta them, or you trash their fucking store to teach them a lesson, but nobody's gonna give a damn about a few signs. Besides, those ugly things” – he indicates the signs – “are boring as hell, you ain't gonna convince people of shit with those.”

(There's an alternative version of this story, I think, wherein Mickey now leaps into a lecture of how to make proper, eye-catching signs, and maybe even leads a little practical workshop in the art of it, because we know he's got an artistic streak. But as amusing as that image is, Mickey ultimately just doesn't care enough about whatever these people are doing to bother, so in this version of the story, that just doesn't happen. Sorry, guys. I cannot be blamed for Mickey not having a whole lot of communal gay spirit.)

Geneva is maybe a little surprised by Mickey's take on the whole thing, but not impressed: “Demanding that we should be interesting to be heard is putting unjust pressure on the victim of systematic oppression and – “

The crowd has followed this entire exchange with varying degrees of cautious interest and now someone – a big, beared man, probably, and likely sporting a MAGA hat too – calls out: “Nobody cares, you fucking dyke! Go suck a dick and maybe you won't be such a bitch.”

Geneva is sadly used to these sort of slurs, and she and her group are more than prepared to defend themselves, but before anyone has a chance to do or say anything, Mickey – whose face has collapsed into irritated disgust – turns around and walks straight up to the shouty bastard and gets right in his stupid face: “Yo, maybe you wanna keep your fat mouth shut, Cheeto-packer, or I'll give you a dick to suck on and I promise you, you gonna fucking choke on it.”

The man stares. The crowd stares. Geneva and the Gay Jesus Group stares too. Mickey, he just stands right there, smiling up at the far taller man; it's that dangerous smile of his, and the beared dude suddenly shows far more sense than his hat would suggest him capable off and walks away without another word.

Unperpetubed, Mickey turns back to the protesters: “So you gonna get out of here or what?”

Geneva isn't quite sure how to respond. She doesn't know what to make of this security guard and his frankly odd and contradictory behavior. “Thank you for shutting him up,” she begins slowly and a little grudgingly. “But we can't just walk away. Gay Jesus taught us – “

“Gay Jesus?” Ah fuck, he should have fucking known, and if he finds out that Ian had anything to do with this, he's going to fucking kill him...

Geneva frowns at his tone. “You know about Gay Jesus?”

Mickey's lips twist into something that's not quite a smile. “Know him biblically,” he offers sardonically, and he takes no small amount of pleasure at the sight of Geneva at an actual loss for words. (Sure, he's only known her for two minutes, but he has this feeling that it's a very rare sight indeed.)

Then he sighs; this has gone on long enough. He picks up his phone and calls his boyfriend (who has the very good sense to pick up almost immediately): “Ay, asshole, can you tell your fucking groupies to go be pains in someone else's ass?”

“... what?”

And Mickey explains while Geneva and her squad yet again stares and then Ian talks to Geneva and of course he doesn't talk her out of protesting – because she is right to to do it, let's not forget – but in the end they reach some sort of compromise that leads to the Gay Jesus Group taking themselves and their signs elsewhere, and Mickey swaggers back into the store, equally pleased and disgruntled. The staff working the floor has followed the entire thing and now they have questions, but Mickey just gives them one forbidding glare and they very hastily return to folding clothes and whatever. The customers start walking in; peace has been restored; all is well.

(And when he comes home that night the whole incident develops into a complicated – but utterly playful, never fear – argument about who owes whom what; does Ian need to make things up to Mickey for starting the whole stupid cult in the first place, or is Mickey in Ian's debt for needing him to resolve the situation? They don't actually reach an agreement on the issue, but I think it's safe to say that both of them feel quite satisfied by the time they eventually fall asleep in each other's arms.)

[1-800-nymph]

Offerings & Devotionals | Eros 🏹 ♡

Offerings |

🕊 chocolates

🕊 apples & pears

🕊 cinnamon rolls/bread

🕊 candles that remind you of him

🕊 gold jewelry

🕊 barley

🕊 wine / grape juice

🕊 hot chocolate / coffee

🕊 strawberries & cherries

🕊 daily love message offering (not mine)

🕊 sex, masturbation, & orgasms

🕊 erotic & romantic poetry

🕊 avocados

🕊 any Aphrodisiac food!

🕊 rose insence

🕊 anything vanilla related

🕊 flowers: roses, myrtle, baby’s breath, jasmine, marigold, daises, lilacs, magnolias, orchids, tulips, bleeding heart, primrose, forget me nots, lillies.

🕊 herbs, spices, powders: vanilla, lavender, cinnamon, pepper, basil, bay leaves, coco powder, brown sugar, barley, chili powder, coffee grounds/powder.

🕊 crystals: rose quartz, pearls, angel aura quartz, opal, citrine, jade, clear quartz.

Devotions |

🏹 spray some rose water on your face or body for self care, to smell good, & to attract love

🏹 write love letters to Eros, your friends, lovers

🏹 learn the practice of archery / admire it

🏹 apply a love dust to yourself every day as a simple devotion & offering when you’re low on spoons

🏹 practice sex or love magick in the name of Eros

🏹 write romantic poetry or recite Sappho’s poems since she was a worshipper of Eros & Aphrodite. Also, she crafted poems of bittersweet & charming romance.

🏹 practice self love & self care! Dedicate a self care night to Eros; take a long bath with rose petals, try out some new face masks, read a romantic book or jam out to some sweet songs, eat some chocolates, hang out with him and take the first step of loving yourself.

🏹 treat yourself to lingerie/sex toys/new clothes/makeup/get yourself something that’ll boost your confidence & make you feel desirable!

🏹 create a devotional playlist of songs that make you feel soft, lovely, & fond of life & beauty & love.

🏹 personally, I’ve seen that Eros adores to bake with me, especially when the recipe calls for chocolate & cinnamon. So bake some chocolate cookies with some strawberry icing with loving & bonding intentions & share it with loved ones!

🏹 learn a Romance Language like spanish or French!

🏹 protect the lgtb community! If you’re lgbt+, know that you are valid & deserve healthy love! (We stan our same-sex love defender & guardian, Lord Eros!!!)

🏹 kiss the necklace/ring/bracelet you dedicate to him every day since he is known to be the god of kisses

🏹 light phallic shaped candles in his name (if you can!)

🏹 dab vanilla extract to your wrists, the back of your ears, and a bit on your neck to smell sweet

🏹 work with nymphs or satyrs!

🏹 and lastly, Eros was sweet, charming, & loving, but he was also stubborn, mischievous, & stood up for himself when he knew he had to. Remember to be kind, but to not let people walk all over you. Stand up for yourself & remember that you are amazing in Eros’ name!

How to get closer |

♡ Meditate upon him; channel your godphone and let his voice, touch, and thoughts embrace you. Listen to him & talk to him.

♡ celebrate valentine’s day in his name if you’re comfortable with that! Honor him/Pray to him every Friday as that is his sacred day.

♡ if you become romantic with Eros, write him love letters, bake him sweets, muse about him in poems, leave a space open on your bed for him to fall asleep with you, do as you would do with any lover <3

♡ most devotees of love deities begin practicing in love magick! Of course, you don’t have to become a love witch or dedicate a large part of your craft to love magick, but it’s a way to get closer to Eros.

♡ don’t be afraid to be who you are around him. Don’t be afraid to cry in front of him, vent to him about your stress & drama, giggle to him, goof off with him, blush at him, express your anxiety & doubts; don’t be afraid to show your emotions & love for him. Be who you are & trust that Eros loves you with every fiber in his being & will try his best to help you.