#hes anything but heterosexual

[parfaitfever]

he is ugly in purpose

[messervixen]

At his core Remus is just that one teacher who “has a wife and kids”

[chuuzmii]

Man i just think its crazy that we have seen multiple different people come out and explicitly say "we wanted to make eddie queer!! We have been trying to make him queer!" and yet people still go "no.. no way he was written as heterosexual hes a heterosexual male" like the level of copium is kinda crazy to me. Like we do remember eddie was the first choice for a coming out right? Right? Like when they thought of coming out they thought eddie it's just that somewhere in the middle of that they switched it to Buck. But like they CHOSE him. You can't say eddie was written as a heterosexual male when literally everybody else has said they've been wanting him to be queer. Like they clearly had to have been putting a lil sumn queer in the text for their first choice at a coming out to be eddie. But idk.. maybe thats just me

[completeoveranalysis]

[3]

Mission failed!

Doumeki was so distracted by the egg (which, like, me too) that he didn't finish his liquor fast enough, which lead Watanuki down a train of thought that only reminded him even more that Yuuko and Mokona are still gone with no trace of them ever coming back. 

COME ON DOUMEKI YOU CAN DO IT. DISTRACT HIM HARDER. 

I have a list of suggestions if that would help. 

All collected from Ao3. 

They seem very effective.

I… oh.

That’s absolutely not what I had in mind. 

[butterflysonnets]

yes i'm rooting for m*leven breakup because byler is neat but mostly? i'm rooting for m*leven breakup for the sake of el and mike.

to me, their romance was always a puppy love born out of a combination of social pressures, naïve curiosity, and a lack of true understanding regarding intimacy and romantic love and what it really is. it was real in that they do truly, deeply care about each other and they are close friends, maybe even shared an attraction, but a maturing romance is so much more than that. they've grown up and out of being boyfriend/girlfriend, and that's okay! i think television/film needs to show more often that most of us don't have definite "soulmates" or first childhood loves that we spend our whole lives with. it doesn't mean these relationships meant nothing and didn't impact us, it just means they've run their course and that something else is in the cards, and this is part of life!

i've always felt el was at her best and most confident self when broken up with mike, discovering who she was and what she liked alongside another girl her age instead of just relying on mike for mentorship on how to live in the real world. she deserves more of an opportunity to find herself, her autonomy, and her independence, and to love who she is, and she's made it clear she's felt insecure in the relationship with mike because she isn't being loved and understood the way she wants, needs, and deserves from someone who is her partner.

also, it's okay if mike doesn't love her in "the way he should". he is not obligated to love her romantically and stay in a relationship with her just because she's a girl, because she "needed someone", or because he cares about her a lot. he shouldn't be pressured into a romance if it's not truly coming from his heart. he deserves freedom to find out and honour who he is, too, instead of just staying in his non-functional first relationship — one he got into as a child, essentially — and defining himself that way because it's what's expected when a boy and a girl are close. he loves her in some way, yes, but it's okay if he doesn't feel comfortable or secure being her boyfriend anymore, for whatever reason that is. he's felt insecure too, and that's valid and it matters.

they are their own people and are steadily growing and changing every day. they need time to figure out who those people are, and it's become clear (at least in my opinion) that those people aren't meant to be a couple at this stage.

they deserve freedom. they deserve to grow up and be authentic to themselves and not feel like they need to lie for the sake of a relationship. they deserve to move on from this version of their relationship that isn't making them happy and rekindle the best part of their bond: their strong, beautiful friendship. they don't have to be a couple if it doesn't make them stronger and better and happier people.

i think it would be healthy and wonderful for a show, especially one consumed frequently by young adults, to show a relationship starting, progressing, and ending on good terms in this way. sometimes things don't work out, and that is okay.

[tenderjock]

outstanding leadership, extraordinary initiative, & steadfast devotion to duty

Daniel&Jack&Peggy, and medals earned in wartime.

"You ever notice that Thompson doesn't talk about the Navy Cross?"

Peggy froze in the middle of adding milk to her tea. After a moment, she put the bottle down and stirred carefully, thoughts racing. Without turning to Daniel or letting her surprise inflect her voice, she said, "What do you mean?"

Daniel shrugged, a little jerkily. "I don't know. Everything's always bigger and better with him, you know? He'll tell you how much he earns or how long his - ah, you know, he'll brag. But he changes the topic every time it comes up."

She tapped the spoon against the side of her cup. "Perhaps he -" She broke off, struggling for the words that would turn Daniel's attention away from the issue. "Perhaps he simply doesn't like to talk about things that happened over there. We've all been there; it's never anything like the medals or newsreels seem to say it was."

"Yeah, sure," Daniel said. "It just doesn't seem like Thompson to not tell everyone he knows about it."

"You don't talk about your Purple Heart," Peggy pointed out, not ungently. Daniel stiffened.

"That's different."

"It is," Peggy agreed. "It's different for all of us."

A pair of familiar footsteps joined them at the office commissary before Daniel could respond. Peggy glanced back down into her cup and added a generous spoonful of sugar.

"I see my top agents are spending their workday productively," Jack remarked, his smirk a sharp line in his face.

Peggy shot him a rather arch look. "I see Chief Thompson is having an equally productive day," she said. "Have you admitted defeat yet?"

Jack made a face. He'd been fighting, along with Agent Faut and some rather obnoxious pencil-pushers, to balance the New York SSR's budget for the better part of the week. Most of his morning had been spent in a meeting with the senator's aide.

"I got 'em on the ropes," he said. Daniel clears his throat, rather judgementally.

Peggy isn't quite sure who he's been more upset with recently: Jack, for taking the promotion, or her, for not being bothered by it.

His attitude was a bit annoying, to be honest. Frankly, she was never going to receive a Medal of Honor or the position as New York Chief, no matter who advocated for her or what evidence was presented to the U.S. government. Daniel had to know that, too; the man wasn't stupid. And he had to realize that having Jack in charge, where they could keep an eye on him, was better than any alternative.

"We were discussing wartime medals," Peggy said instead of all that. Jack stiffened; Daniel noticed; Peggy rolled her eyes. "I once knew a man who earned an Order of the Bath for strategic actions in battle." She considered the memory. "He had terrible teeth."

"Order of the Bath?" Jack said, disbelieving.

"For conspicuous heroism taking place in a sauna," Daniel said. Both men laughed. Peggy sniffed. They had no respect, these Americans.

"What about Carter?" Jack asked, still laughing.

Peggy blinked at him. "What about me?" she said.

"What kind of awards did Agent Peggy Carter deign to accept?"

"I didn't earn any," Peggy said stiffly. "Women aren't combatants."

That's a bit of an oversimplification, she will admit in the privacy of her own mind. There were a few medals she could have theoretically earned, from the Americans and her own government, had circumstances regarding her service not been so, well, unique.

Some Englishwomen had received medals, but their service had been different than hers - usually as pilots or somesuch, not the covert missions she had in occupied France and Nazi Germany.

She may have qualified from the U.S. Women's Army Corps Service Medal, although it perhaps would have required Colonel Phillips to pull a few strings. Peggy had occupied a strange place in the war: a woman, first of all, and therefore not allowed in combat or eligible to receive medals for heroism under fire. But she had also been a spy, someone who technically didn't exist; and a British operative working for the Americans. Both sides had simply sort of - cut her loose, after victory was obtained and she was no longer useful.

It was only due to Colonel Phillips' recommendation that she had this job in the first place. Peggy pursed her lips, then shook herself out of her thoughts.

Only to find the two men staring at her like they had just been dunked in ice water. It was a bit unsettling. She took a sip of tea.

"Anyway," she said. "I actually do have work to do. Daniel, try to keep in mind what I was saying."

Jack was frowning at her. Daniel was frowning, too, but his gaze flicked to Jack once when she spoke, before he nodded.

"Sure thing," he said, and shifted on his crutch out of her way to let her back to her desk.

: :

Peggy frequently found herself the last person in the office, nowadays, with the possible exceptions being Daniel and Jack. Right now, Daniel's dark head of curls was bent over his desk and Jack's light was still on in his office, although the blinds were drawn.

They've all been working in a companionable silence for the last two hours. Daniel was eating something that smelled hot and spiced at his desk; little noises kept coming from the Chief's office, the sound of a file cabinet being opened or the desk chair being pushed back.

For Peggy's part, she's been combing through reports of gun sales to women matching Dottie's description in the tri-state area. She has found three that warrant a closer look, and was just about to get herself another cup of tea and really settle in when Jack's door opened and he slouched out.

He stopped in front of her desk. She looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. He stared at her for a second, looking troubled.

"Yes?" she ventured, when it became clear he wasn't going to say anything to her.

"Can I talk to you?" he asked, rather abruptly.

Daniel was looking at them now. Peggy drummed her fingernails on her desk, then nodded and followed Jack into his office, where he shut the door behind them.

He then proceeded to stand at his desk, hands braced against the wood, staring blankly. Peggy was honestly starting to get worried, not that she thought letting Jack know that was a good idea.

"Chief Thompson?" she said. She didn't touch his arm, but it was a close thing.

Jack opened his desk drawer and pulled out a box. It looked like a large jewelry box and was made of navy blue leather, with gold detailing. Peggy didn't need to ask what was inside it - even if it hadn't had the name of the medal printed on it in little gold letters, she would have known.

"You should have it," Jack said. His face was grim and set.

"Jack!" Peggy said, shocked.

"You should have it," he insisted. "I don't - it shouldn't be me, anyway. And you deserve it, Peggy. We both know that." Jack glanced at her, then glanced away. "I was going to put it out on my desk but - I couldn't. I can't. You should have it."

Peggy stared at him, feeling like her heart was in her throat. Jack Thompson was a liar, and a fraud, and a self-serving, arrogant pain-in-the-arse to work with, but sometimes he still surprised her.

And, anyway, it would do no one any favors to make this into a bigger deal than it already was. She nodded, and carefully took the box and tucked it under one arm.

"I'll keep it safe," she said quietly. Then, more briskly, "Do you want me to brief you on the progress I've made in the Underwood case?"

"Christ," Jack said, rubbing his eyes. He laughed, a little wetly. "Yeah, that'd be great. Tell me you got something."

They talked for a few minutes. Jack agreed with her that there was meat in the rumor of a bank robbery being planned, although neither of them could fathom why a notorious Communist would want to rob a bank. When Peggy left his office with the Navy Cross in hand, Jack was pouring himself a Scotch, looking exhausted and like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Daniel looked up as Peggy fastened the clasps of her purse and got her coat. "You leaving?" he asked, and then considered her more closely. "Are you okay, Peggy?"

"Yes," she said. "Just, you know." She looked at Jack's office door and clutched the rectangular shape in her purse tighter. "I need to get home."

"I'll walk you out," Daniel said, still watching her. "I'm just about done here anyway."

Peggy waited while he grabbed his coat, hat, and briefcase. She had to watch her pace a bit when she's walking with Daniel, but the company was usually worth it. Tonight, she was tired and a little shaken and a bit too reflective, and she appreciated the distraction of having to make small talk with Daniel as they walked to the subway station together.

As they were waiting for her train - hers was due in four minutes; Daniel's, in six - Daniel said, apropos of nothing, "I guess I just never expect Thompson to care enough about anything to feel, I don't know." He looked across the platform blankly. "Shame or guilt or, or loss. Or anything."

Peggy looked at him. "I know what you mean," she said.

"You know why he doesn't talk about the Navy Cross." It wasn't a question. Daniel wasn't looking at her.

Peggy tucked her heavy purse tighter to her torso and breathed out slowly. "Yes," she said. Just yes, and nothing else.

Daniel nodded, still staring across the empty platform. "Is it something I should know about?"

She gave that some thought. "It's not something I'm going to tell you," she said finally. "Not without Jack's permission, which I don't think he'd give. But it doesn't change who he is, not really. It might explain some of what he's done, recently." Then, because she wanted to be honest with Daniel: "Although you may not like the explanation."

He dipped his chin to his chest. "Alright," he said, then again, quieter, "Alright."

Her train arrived, and Peggy boarded, wishing Daniel a good night. Peggy observed him through the car's dirty, cracked window, a dark figure braced on his crutch, looking down at the concrete beneath his shoes. Peggy put one hand into her purse, pressing her palm against Jack's medal as she watched him.

As the train pulled away from the platform, Daniel seemed to shake himself and turned toward the opposite tracks, where his train going the other direction was arriving.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

one thing abt fujimoto’s writing that i will always adore is that you can tell he really loves women. like. he loves women. woman enjoyer. and you rlly can’t say the same for most male mangaka 💀

[prophecyofgray]

club penguin was a transgender website for transgender people & every motherfucker in that game had something lgbt going on. dot she/he/they bisexual. aunt arctic she/he lesbian. PH she/they lesbian trans woman. gary the gadget guy he/him gay trans man. rookie he/they gnc af gay transmasc. jpg he/him gay trans man. idk what the fuck cadence has going on and i don’t think they would want me to figure it out but either way i respect it. klutzy any pronouns bisexual. Any questions

[sirmanmister]

Realized I forgot to introduce Eileen again LMAO

My sea shanty interest was reignited and I was like “:O Boston is a coastal town I can make a sailor oc!!” And promptly remembered Far Harbour exists and so now she is there :)

She left the mainland after nearly destroying the entire commonwealth for her kiddo Eliza. Blew up the Prydwen, Railroad, nearly collapsed the Minutemen, and eventually destroyed the Institute when they created a synth version of her husband and she realized just how much they were manipulating her. She left Eliza with Nick and fucked off North, a good fifty miles past the Nakano residence, where she fixes up an old boat and fishes the days away in solitude. Nick eventually finds her a year or two later and needs her boat to head to far harbour to find Kasumi Nakano, and they get stranded there together cuz a sea monster basically ate her boat :)

Anyway she’s also from Newfoundland and Labrador, got military training from soldiers she helped guide through the Northwest Passage, and commonly goes by “The Lobstermonger” in Far Harbour due to her hiding her identity out of shame for all she’s done. I <3 her I’m sorry

[sciderman]

Being told Daniel Ways Deadpool is just a crazy™ idiot from a looney tunes show just to read it (for a third time, now as an adult, after seeing something past the first two issues) and see that while YES, Wade is crazy™ in the book, to the point of just randomly having halucinations and a second voice (whitch both still kinda piss me off, because while NOW it's supposed to be Madcap, back then it was just kinda offensive), he was also a pretty fucking smart individual, to the point of tricking everyone on a bunch of occasions, that whole scene of him alone on a boat after killing a shark, his sometimes dark and kinda depressing inner thoughts, it was just kinda a shock.

And while Wades jokes don't always land for me, the book actualy got me to laugh a bunch of times, while the portrayl of mental illness outside of depression is out-dated and offensive, at least he wasn't JUST a crazy idiot, and Medinas art for Wade is so good imo.

(Also the Bullseye arc was so fucking fun, with the look into Wades backstory, the more and more cartoonish violence, the art, the jokes, the pay-off at the end of the story too)

do we think that the white box is something inherently offensive? because i mean - i write wade with the white box. it's not related to madcap - it's something that's part of him - but i don't think it's anything that isn't just, part of any human – the voice of self-doubt that makes you question your worth. the intrusive voice in your head that makes you fall into destructive habits – i think it's something very real (for everyone) but it just manifests in different, more extreme ways for someone who's been through as much as wade wilson. (that's why peter has red, too. peter has his own boxes of self-doubt.)

i think there's a lot to enjoy about way's run. i love the boxes, and i think they're something that sets wade as a character that's kind of unique. yeah, it wasn't exactly handled in the most sensitive way in regards to proper representation of mental illness, but – i think it's a huge loss that it was erased. because wade could be such an interesting, unique representation that you don't normally see taken in a sympathetic and likeable light. you always see these sorts of disorders as something terrifying - something only in horrors and tragedies - you don't see it manifested in the characters you're meant to root for. the characters who are striving to do better.

i think white box was such an interesting device that gave deadpool a unique voice - gave us an in into his head - kept an entertaining dialogue going with wade even when there were no other characters present - and gave us opportunities for comedy in unexpected places. and i honestly kind of feel like it's some sort of erasure to get rid of those boxes, and make wade just like every other marvel character. i think a writer who's sensitive and creative could do something so, so interesting with those boxes.

i miss you, wade's boxes. i could write an essay on thi

[palukoo]

this is SUCH an insane thing to say in a random blog post/obituary especially as the author is ostensibly not a lesbian. like truly hello??? that said. well… points we’re made!! there WAS something vaguely dykey about her.

[martinskiseyes]

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[autistic-katara]

*looking at 99% of the x readers in the bsd fandom* he would not fucking say that

[lokiiied]

number one reason i need lokius canon:

• THEY’RE IN LOVE

number two reason i need lokius canon:

• piss off the straights

[hide-in-imagination]

You know what? I see a lot of people praising your dominant Simón, and I love him too, but I haven't seen anyone point out that he is... I don't know if ashamed is the right word, but it's funny reading things like "Ambar melted under his touch and he threw decorum out the window" or "in the nights where the excitement and haze of arousal shredded all shame and sense" like, you'd think he's thinking about the kinkiest kink of the kinks, but he's just talking about doggy 🤣🤣. I don't know, it's cute. His romantic side can't fathom the thought of not being face to face or going to a love hotel, but he's dominant side wins sometimes. I wonder how far he could take it before he's romantic side intervenes and be like... What are you doing, you dirty dog? 🤣🤣

HAHAHAH Exactly! You get it! 😂

Anything beyond missionary and romantically staring into each other's eyes seems like too much for him 😂😂 At least at first; he's been relaxing a bit with time. But he definitely had this idea, prior to Ámbar, of like, you know, soft loving, 'making love', so whenever it gets rougher and it's more about the pleasure than the feelings he's like "Is this okay? Am I using Ámbar? Am I objectifying her too much? I should be more respectful than this. But she seems to enjoy it. And goddd, it feels good." 🤣🤣

Basically, as always, he's trying very hard to be good. You know, a good person, a good boyfriend-- respectful, kind, caring-- and he's still figuring out what classifies as 'good' in the sexual aspect of their relationship skdjfn. Which, you know, it's perfectly okay! It's about two people, after all, and about getting to know each other, so let's not bully him too much for feeling 'ashamed'-- They just started this relationship and it's their first time being with someone that they love, so they'll learn each other's limits together❤️

(I mean, if he had just straight up bent her over, pulled her hair, and spit in her mouth like 'yeah bitch, take it', I don't know about you, but I wouldn't believe it, like, that's not Simón skdjn. IT HAS TO BE IN CHARACTHER, GUYS!!)

'I wonder how far he could take it before his romantic side intervenes', yeah, I wonder too🤔 Because it also comes down to personal preference, and I'm pretty sure he's not into BDSM, so he would never go that far skjdfn. Then again, everyone's got a different definition of 'far'-- Some people like being slapped and choked, others would call that violence, some people like to be humiliated or called a 'whore' or a 'slut', others would walk away immediately if that happened. So yeah, I don't know, what do you consider far? Pet play? Blood play? Piss kink?

(Simón would do neither of those btw ksjdfn)

I don't think Ámbar would like getting slapped or choked. Maybe spanking? Maybe Simón could tie her to the bed, play with the control that would give him, add some toys into the mix like a vibrator-- I feel like that's as far as they would get 😂 But again, not immediately, I think they'd have to date for at least a year sdjkfn.

[calpalsworld]

I phrased stuff weird and I want to clarify Treetop **IS ALSO** a "queer disabled nerd." What I meant by "queer disabled nerd" being part of Windows design notes is how she is very open and confident about her identity and her labels. More of a first impression than an objective truth. Like for reference (in the script drafts) the first time you meet Windows she is geeking out and laughing. The first time you meet Treetop isn't even in person, its through him leaving passive aggressive notes.

Cuautle has worked with Treetop for a year but only learns midway into the plot that he Has Interests (horror movies, anthropomorphic objects, new wave music). Treetop hates infodumping and showing excitement, it makes him feel out of control. Windows will infodump to anyone anywhere.

Also despite Treetop having one eye I don't think he ever in his head labels himself as disabled. He just says "I lost my eye." Windows took time to warm up to the label, but nowadays she uses the word a lot, which is why I use it so often in her character descriptions. She uses the word a lot because people misunderstand her and think she is just either "lazy / attention seeking" or infantalize her, so she needs the label to empower herself.

The only identity Treetop is proud of and not repressed about is being Native, because he had his family and friends throughout his life that were Paiute like him. I think he feels some guilt over pursuing his evil government scientist career, since relative to his younger years he's hardly spent any time engaging with his culture and community. (Treetop is kind of a spamton-esque figure. dont ask what it means carry on). But its definitely something he is surprisingly confident in and open about considering how hateful he is to everything else about him.

tldr; Treetop and Windows are both queer disabled nerds but what I really meant is Treetop is an introvert and Windows is an extrovert.