#i swear every single one of them was homophobic as

[annymaght]

2021 (S4) Camp Cretaceous ship discourse summed up

[wheatnoodle]

i love you, evangeline.

part1

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robin’s been staring at it all night.

eddie munson. their third of a trio bestie they haven’t seen in years. eddie munson is asking about a girl he thinks he doesn’t know. she hasn’t said a word to evie, doesn’t even know how. that’s not something you can just drop into conversation.

“hey that guy you were like gay in love with but never told just asked if you’re single but doesn’t know you’re you, goodnight!” NO!!

so she lays in her full size bed (literally feels like she has so much room compared to her twin bed back in hawkins), contemplating what the good lord above would want her to do. it’s just gone one in the morning when she makes her decision.

robinabucks: hey eds :)) so here’s the thing

robinabucks: yes, she’s single. but,,,i would prefer it if u didn’t reach out to her or anything

robinabucks: ima be honest, idk if she’s ur type n i don’t want her to get excited

seen pops up under her final message only two seconds after it’s sent and she’s slamming her phone down on her mattress.

eddieisdead: robbie!! hey!! :D

eddieisdead: i get what u mean :/ but i also know my type better than u do

eddieisdead: just seeing as like. im me LOL

eddieisdead: gimme a CHANCE bro ill worship the fuckin ground she walks on i swear😭😭

robin can’t stop the little smile quirking the corners of her lips. her evie has been through too much to be treated like anything less than a queen. she knows eddie’s a good guy. but it’s his possible feelings on evie’s…history…that has her placing herself between the two. she knows he’s not homophobic, he tries to set her up with every lesbian he meets, plus he likes kissing boys himself. but they’ve never had the transgender talk. never had the “is a trans woman a woman to you?” talk that has robin building walls before there’s a chance to think of breaking them down.

robinabucks: eddie im serious

robinabucks: i genuinely don’t know if she’s ur type and it could go bad

robinabucks: like bad bad

eddieisdead: so can everything else

robinabucks: eddie

eddieisdead: robin

eddieisdead: i will do the best i can to not hurt her, sergeant🫡

she starts typing a response but watches as his status changes to offline.

dammit munson.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

A chance encounter

Words: 1,732 [also on AO3]

Rated: E

Tags: No UD AU; Future fic; Record label owner Eddie; Waiter Steve; Eddie Munson has a crush on Steve Harrington; Blood and violence; Sex work (implied); Attempted non-con; Homophobic language; Steve Harrington whump; Eddie Munson whump; Protective Eddie Munson; Protective Steve Harrington

Notes: Happy birthday, @house-of-the-moving-image! I hope you have the most wonderful of days. I'm so happy to have found you as a friend and partner in crime. Hope you enjoy your extra long chunk of Upside Diner, even though it turned out quite gritty for a birthday fic. 😅💕🛼

Eddie grumbles under his breath as he locks the office door and steps out into the dark street. 

Don’t get him wrong, he loves his job. Hellfire Records is his baby. Making music, working with all sorts of different artists and bands, helping them make a name for themselves - it’s everything he ever wanted and never thought he could have growing up in the smalltown hell of Hawkins, Indiana. 

What he doesn’t love is the meetings and the paperwork and the phone calls, especially on days like this, when it all drags on until well into the night. 

The echoes of his boots bounce off the empty streets as he makes his way towards the little diner at the corner. Checking his wristwatch, he swears again. Fuck, it’s even later than he thought. What if Steve’s shift is already over? The thought makes his stomach clench with an unpleasant feeling that distinctly feels like disappointment. The realization makes him pause and furrow his brow. 

Maybe it’s a little bit pathetic, how quickly his visits to the diner have become the highlight of his day. Maybe it’s a little bit weird that he hasn’t had dinner anywhere else in literal weeks. Maybe it’s a little bit creepy, this obsession with a boy he knew fleetingly in highschool. An obsession that makes him come by every single day after work, without fail, just to chew on soggy fries and greasy burgers and watch said boy waiting tables, gliding around like an angel in chunky roller skates and stupidly short shorts. 

Maybe he has a problem. 

And maybe he doesn’t care. 

Because for all his initial reluctance and bite, Steve has actually started coming around. Has been accepting Eddie’s money and attempts at conversation with barely a complaint. Has even stopped asking why Eddie keeps ordering way too much food for one person alone, taking the leftovers behind his counter to munch on. Hell, last week when Eddie came in, he even looked up from the order he was taking and flashed him a wave and smile. Eddie rode that high all night and well into the next day. 

It’s the memory of that smile that makes him pick up his steps. Maybe, if he’s lucky, he’ll catch Steve at the tail end of his shift and convince him to stay around for a little longer. 

The diner is empty, except for a lone person in uniform wiping down tables behind the neon-lit window pane. It isn’t Steve. Eddie spares one glance at the bored-looking girl and turns away with an annoyed groan. That’s it, he thinks, pulling his headphones from his pocket and slamming them on with a little more force than strictly necessary. Tonight officially sucks. Time to go home and fix himself some SpaghettiOs, turn on a late night show and fall asleep in front of the- 

For the rest of his life, he’ll thank fate for making him fumble with his discman. Because if he’d hit the play button a second earlier, he would never have heard the voices. But this way, he does, and this way, he halts his steps, peering into the narrow side alley with a wrinkled brow. The light of the streetlamps only reaches so far, and everything he can see are the dumpsters and old cardboard boxes at its entrance. Beyond them, everything is dark. 

“Dude, get your hands off me, I said no.” 

Steve.

Eddie is halfway around the dumpsters before he even knows it, heart beating in his ribcage like a jackhammer. The alley reeks of piss and rotting garbage. At its far end, almost hidden behind another dumpster, are two figures. Eddie can’t make out their faces, but he also doesn’t need to. The colorful uniform is unmistakable, even in the murky half-light, even though it’s paired with a pair of sneakers rather than roller skates. And besides, he’d know that ridiculously floofy hairdo anywhere. 

He doesn’t know the other man. Only knows that the guy's hands are grabbing Steve’s arms and shoulders hard enough to leave marks as he attempts to wrestle him to his knees. 

“C’mon, don’t be like that,” the man hisses just as Eddie rounds the dumpster. “I’ll make it quick.” 

“Are you deaf or stupid?” Steve sneers, trying to struggle out of his hold. “I said get your fucking hands off me.” 

The man slaps him across the face. Steve makes a pained noise and loses his balance, going down on his knees on the dirty ground. 

The man laughs, curt and mean.

“There you go,” he coos. One of his hands grabs a fist full of chestnut hair while the other reaches for the half-undone fly of his pants. “Now be a good little slut and-” 

The force of the impact sends the discman tumbling from Eddie’s pocket. It shatters on the ground somewhere, parts flying in all directions, but he doesn’t have eyes for it. Instead, he grabs the asshole by the lapels of his cheap suit and hauls him against the nearest wall. The back of the asshole’s head hits the bricks, and Eddie thinks he hears something crack. Good. 

“Eddie?” 

While the man sags against the wall, groaning and cradling his head, Eddie whirls on Steve. Steve, who's just swaying to his feet, eyes wide and shocked. His cheek is flushed and starting to bruise. 

“Shit,” Eddie swears. “Are you-” 

Pain explodes inside his skull, sudden and all consuming. He stumbles, trying to keep his footing and cracks his head on the hard metal edge of the dumpster in the process. He manages to blink the stars from his vision just in time to see the man's fist flying at him. The blow makes his ears ring and copper flood his mouth, and when he regains his senses, he's on the ground with two hands closing around his throat. 

“Thought you'd play the hero, huh?” The man's grin is a manic grimace. A glob of spit hits Eddie’s cheek. “Well, how'd that work out for you, you stupid little-” 

“Hey, shitface!” 

The man snarls and turns. Eddie doesn’t see what happens, just knows that something goes crunch and suddenly the hands pressing down on his windpipe are gone. The man's voice turns into a high-pitched wail of pain. 

Eddie rolls around, coughing and gasping for air, and props himself up on his elbows. The man has shrunk against the next wall, clutching at his face. Crimson blood is bubbling out from between his fingers, hitting the alley floor in a steady pattern of drips. 

“Fuck off,” Steve says and lowers the hand holding the roller skate. His voice is deadly calm, his face steely. “Remember to put away your dick first.” 

The guy stares at him. Steve raises the roller skate again, just a little. The asshole whimpers and scrambles upright, mumbling something to himself. Eddie thinks he catches something about fucking lunatic fags, but he can't be sure, what with the way his voice comes out all wet and garbled. And then he's gone, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste to get away.

Steve drops the roller skate. 

“Fuck,” be whispers, crouching down next to Eddie and brushing hesitant fingers over his split lip. Ten minutes ago, Eddie would’ve given anything to feel those hands on his face, but now he winces and recoils at the sting of pain. 

Steve retracts his hand, flopping down on the ground with a heavy sigh. The shorts ride up with the movement, exposing strong, muscled thighs. His knees are scraped from hitting the asphalt, little droplets of blood beading on the torn skin. 

“What’d you go and do that for?” Steve asks, scrubbing a hand down his face. All of the steel is gone from his voice. He sounds tired instead, infinitely tired. “I had it under control.” 

Eddie can’t help it, he barks a laugh. “Oh, did you, big boy? When was that, exactly? When he backhanded you? Or when he had you by the hair and was about to shove his cock down your-”

“Yeah, well, I’m not the one who got punched and choked half to death!” Steve snaps. 

Eddie opens his mouth to argue, then shuts it again. The boy has a point, sort of. He doesn’t need a mirror to tell which one of them is looking the worse for wear right now, not with the white-hot pain still throbbing through his face with every heartbeat. 

“He didn’t choke me half to death,” he mutters lamely. Steve huffs a humorless laugh. 

“Thanks, anyway,” he then says. It comes out so quietly that Eddie nearly misses it, and when he looks up, Steve has averted his eyes. Eddie has an acute flashback to their first meeting at the diner, when Steve reluctantly accepted his tip money. “Could’ve gone a lot worse if you hadn’t shown up.” 

Eddie feels his mouth tug into a grin, even though his lip stings like an entire beehive. 

“Anytime, Stevie. Now c’mon, let’s get outtaaaaah, shit.” 

Trying to stand is a bad idea. The moment he’s upright, another firework of pain goes off behind his temples and the ground tilts out from under him. The only thing that saves him from going right down again is Steve jumping to his feet and looping one of Eddie’s arms around his shoulders. 

“Shit, he got you good,” he mutters. Eddie can only hum in agreement, too preoccupied with keeping the meager contents of his stomach down. “We should probably get you somewhere with a first aid kit at least.” 

“‘s okay,” Eddie slurs, inadvertently leaning closer into Steve’s warmth. He smells of shampoo and frying fat and blood. “I’ll be fine, I live nearby.” 

Steve’s eyes flit over his face, then off to the side, then back to his face again. He licks his lips and even in his dazed state, Eddie can clearly see how he wars with himself. Finally, he gulps and straightens his spine. 

“Okay,” he says, adjusting Eddie’s weight on his shoulders. “Let’s go then.” 

It’s weird, Eddie thinks as they start to hobble their way down the dark street. He must’ve fantasized a thousand times about taking Steve Harrington home, but never once did he think it’d play out like this. Then again, things in his life rarely go as he imagines, so he supposes he’s just gonna roll with it.

@steddhie @formosusiniquis @steddiehasmywholeheart @ellaelsinore @rozzieroos

Part 4

Tag list: @grtwdsmwhr @p0lybl4nkk @fairytalesreality @colidamae @dissociatingdemon

[lostryu]

i need gay rights because literally not a single self-proclaimed cis/het 'ally' understands the alienating experience that comes with being the only gay person in the workplace.

i am a gnc butch lesbian. i use he/him pronouns. when i came out to my manager regarding my pronouns (i had been an open lesbian since the moment of my hire), she told me that she supported me, but she could not enforce or ask our clients to use the correct pronouns for me. she told me it was something i would have to learn to deal with. she never uses the correct pronouns for me unless a person from a different department (who also happens to be LGBT+) is present. she is our HR in addition to manager.

none of my coworkers in my department ever remember to use my pronouns. if i remind them, they go over the top with the "im sorry's" and the "im still learning" and "you know i try my hardest's!" and "i swear im not homophobic!", it has been over 6 months since i came out. if i say nothing, they continue to use she/her (unless that other lgbt+ person from the other department is present, then they miraculously get it right).

sometimes they call me 'girl'. they always flounder and correct to "man-boy-uh youknowwhatimeanright". they laugh it off. they never bother to ask what terms i am comfortable with, or if i even cared in the first place. they don't care about my gender, they never bother to ask. somehow the subject gets changed every time i try to tell them, or set a boundary.

once in a while in a slow shift, the conversation will hop to our dating lives. somehow, it always jumps to how men suck and how dating a woman must be so much easier. they wish they could be gay and not straight. every time, they'll stare at me expectantly, like i am an animal at the zoo. no matter what i say, positive or negative, i must be lying. i cannot be that happy in my relationship, or if i have any issues, they must be minor. if i say 'why don't you try dating a girl then' to their remarks, they'll laugh, say something like "there is no way i possibly could" with that special tone of disguised disgust.

i am a prop, at work. they tell me about how much they love their kids. how they could bring anyone home and they wouldn't care. "they could be black, brown, or purple," they'll say "it could be a woman or a man! I support gay rights!" Then they will talk about how hungry they are, and how they will be going to Chick Fil a for the 4th time this week. 'as a treat'. it is thursday. they talk about going to Hobby Lobby again for christmas decorations, or another sale. sometimes i think i can taste blood.

its june. they talk about the pride parade and how excited they are to see the queens and their 'funny costumes'. they talk about how fun it is to go and watch, how they like the free things the corporations hand out. they don't want to bring their younger kids though. they're not old enough. they do not know that the first pride was a riot. they do not know what happened during the AIDS crisis, how many died. they don't really care when i try to tell them, they'd rather focus on the fun parts of the parade. the spectacle.

i wear a pronoun pin, to make it easier. still somehow no one can get my pronouns right. a client notices it. commends me for "being brave" and "coming out." she never uses my correct pronouns. i stopped wearing the pin after the 11th person asked me if my name on my name tag was my real one, and after the 45th person went out of their way to use incorrect pronouns every sentence. my manager, the HR, did not care.

i need gay rights, but somehow everything got resolved when they allowed us to marry in 2015. to our allies, the work is done. somehow i am left more alone than when we started.

[sapphologic]

Rings of Power Galadriel actually makes sense.

I'll die on this hill and maybe I'll die alone but that's not the point, if I hear another Tolkien “““loyalist””” piss and moan about her I will throw hands.

“She's not like in the movies!”

My dudes, so was Arwen when PJ replaced Glorfindel with her. That argument is hypocritical. And since when is PJ the measure for the fandom, as some of the haters even hate on these movies, despite them being masterpieces.

“She's so stubborn and rude!”

My fucking DUDES ... Her Elven name is literally 'man maiden'. Would you say the same about a male elf on a quest for revenge?

“Her lore is wrong!”

Well, the showrunners couldn't buy the rights for other writings of Tolkien than The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings and the appendices. The Estate is ...well, the Estate. I wonder if Tolkien would like the way things are handled at all. If you have to worm your way around protected lore, you gotta do it.

“Tolkien's canon is fixed.”

Holy crap, the dude wrote on toilet paper and revised so many things. At one point you just gotta say fuck it and roll with what you like. Are we going to argue about Gil-galad's canon too? Oh wait, Tolkien left that out. Conveniently. He left as many things unclear as he revised previous statements. Over and over. And over. I'm getting whiplash from it frequently.

“Her character/personality is butchered.”

No. Just no. Again: Her literal Elven name is “man-maiden.” Tomboy. Did I stutter?!

That's what you call butchery is a character arc for an amazing heroine who has yet to learn and unlearn. Her ambitions and her hatred are obstacles on the way to become the wise and fair Lady of Lórien. Again: character arc. You should look it up.

She'll have her share of experience, change of heart, desires and hopes. She will change in the series, I would swear on the precious.

You're welcome. I did the work you should do to understand the character instead of being a crybaby about the changes you don't personally approve of. Prime doesn't need your approval. What you gonna do? Piss and moan even harder?!

Also, if you hate Haladriel, don't ever come to my doorstep whining about it. Exactly the kind of ambition Galadriel shows would let someone weaker than her fall in Sauron's hands. Take his hand in marriage. Rule. (and be ruled.)

Actually that ship is worth exploring. Galadriel isn't a bad person, at best she's misled by her thirst for vengeance.

And as an encore since the fanatic crybabies love to demand that every single word written by Tolkien ever has to be met with a 1:1 transfer into other media:

The movies and/or movies doing that would be unwatchable monstrosities and no one would have the patience for that. Same stupid reasoning as in WoT. Also: would be a monstrosity and also... some things you don't want to be seen through a modern media lens...bc then your straight white male “demi god” of an author would be considered racist or sexist or homophobic... Do you really want that? I don't think so. You don't have to embrace changes blindly, but having a hissy fit like a damn toddler about each and every inconsistency/discrepancy just makes you look like a fool.

[cryptidcircuswrites]

FUCKED IN THE HEAD

Dead dove- do not eat || MINORS DNI

!! mentions of guns and gunshots, detailed descriptions of violence and gore, fake out character death, wound fucking, brain fucking, penis in brain sex, brain creampie, head bashing, homophobic language, homophobia slur use, internalized homophobia, mentions of abuse, specifically masky bullies toby about his past with his physically abusive father, age gap but everyone is a consenting adult, degradation and generally mean spirited dirty talk

Like this version? @sister-lucifer wrote one too!

A horrible wet chop rang out, followed by a whoop from Toby. “I g-got the la-las-st one, Mas-sky!”

Masky turned back, mouth open, a “shut up, Rogers” ready to roll out of his throat when he saw it.

“Toby, watch out!” BANG!

The boy fell to the dirt, dark red glistening in the moonlight.

A feral scream ripped through Masky’s throat as he tore the head clean off of the woman who just shot Ticci Toby Rogers. Masky would never admit it out loud, but he was afraid in this moment. Slenderman could keep them from dying; Hoodie had tried a few times, and Rogers had had his fair share of accidents, but a gunshot wound to the head?

There’s just no way.

Masky dropped to his knees beside the corpse of his partner, hands shaking as he hesitated about what to do. What can you do in these situations?

“Rogers!” he hisses, shaking the smaller man. “Tobias, please!”

And then life, beautiful sound! Toby giggles, arms pushing into the dirt beneath him.

“I g-got you ther-there, didn’t I?”

"God damn you, boy!" Masky hissed, more venom than a viper spewing from his lips. He kicked the boy, to little satisfaction. Toby only laughed.

He couldn't feel it anyway.

"You were s-soooo upse-t, huh Tim? Thought I w-was dead, huh Tim?"

The masked proxy growls, a grin creept across Toby’s marred face as he pushed himself up from the ground.

“You know, T-Tim, now I h-ave th-three holes just like a r-real girl!” he taunts. “Bet you w-wanna fuck me n-now, huh?”

Toby continued his taunts and jeers. “You’ll f-feel less bad now-now, huh? Cuz I’m l-like a r-eal girl, and y-you’re not such a f-faggot when you fuck my ass-ss. I b-et my head feel-feels great. You should try-try it.”

The older man stops dead in his tracks. It was an interesting idea, sure-- but there was no telling how much damage it would do. A single gunshot to the head was apparently survivable, but could Toby's already muddled brain take his cock?

Masky jumps ever so slightly as the boy slides up behind him, arms wrapping around his waist. "Come on, Tim. Think about how go-good it would be," he purrs.

He didn’t want to. He shouldn’t think about it, about thrusting in and out of his partner, fucking him hard, blood lubricating his hard cock and adding to the sensation— but god damnit if Timothy “Masky” Wright wasn’t a faggot freak who loved fucking the boy almost as much as he loved ruining his thin unfeeling figure. Being immortal and having CIPA meant the boy could take a beating. He often did. Masky abused that, so why would this be any different?

It was just another hole.

He turns, pushing Toby to his knees.

Just another hole.

Toby giggles in anticipation.

Just a quick fuck. Doesn't mean anything.

Masky fumbles with his belt buckle.

Never does. He likes girls.

He reaches into his pants, rubbing himself a few times to wake his dick up.

He likes girls. Not whatever sick shit this is.

“Fuck,” Masky groaned as he pulled Toby’s head back onto his dick. Toby squirmed and whimpered below, nerves firing all over his body.

Masky’s hands grip Toby’s face, fucking into his skull slowly, dragging out the sensation. “Shit, kid, this is even better than your ass,” Masky chokes out in a rare moment of praise.

Toby moaned in response, a sound so sweet and raw Masky could swear he’d died and went to heaven.

What the hell is he thinking? This isn't good. This is just stress relief. Shut your mouth, Tim.

Every nerve in Toby’s body is lighting up in ecstasy as Masky pounds into his brain. Every cry bursts from deep within his chest, pure pleasure ebbing through the parts of his brain still intact. Masky is not gentle despite the area being so delicate. He thrusts hard into the tissue, reaching the deepest parts of Toby’s skull.

He hates Toby. He hates his stupid voice, the way he never takes anything seriously. He hates his twitching, his stutters, how he moans and whimpers under him every time this happened, and most of all, Masky hates how he loves it.

So of course, he fucks harder. He hates that Toby can't feel pain-- he digs his nails into the soft flesh of Toby's face, jaw, cheeks, scalp, throat. No pain. Only ecstasy.

Toby's voice has always been high-pitched and raspy. Whiny, like some shitty greasy Midwest emo singer. It always got higher when Masky fucked him, and if you closed your eyes, you could trick yourself into thinking you were fucking a real, warm-blooded woman.

Masky didn’t close his eyes. Usually, he would. Usually, he’d try and pretend.

This time, he watched as Toby jerked and stuttered and twitched.

And this time, as he watches, as he recognizes the man below him, bleeding, pawing desperately at his crotch, he feels something snap.

Toby whimpers as something is hit. Bone hits bone as his skull knocks against Masky’s hips. Everything is on fire. His eyes aren’t capable of focus, his thoughts are scattered, his tongue won’t form words. All he can think is that he needs to touch himself right this very second.

He paws at his crotch as Masky fucks into him like an animal. He fumbles with his belt, with the buttons, desperate for release.

He doesn’t manage it. All of that requires motor skills that Masky is quite literally fucking out of him right now. He settles for grabbing at himself through his jeans.

“God, Rogers. You’re a fucking sissy-boy, huh? You moan like one,” Masky grunts.

Toby presses harder against his hand.

“You’re a fucking fag, getting fucked like this. Slut.” Toby cums in his pants as Masky tugs sharply on his scalp.

“Nasty little fucker,” Masky growls. Toby twitches harder, moaning as viscera is pushed out around Masky’s dick. "You better be grateful for how I fuck you like this, nobody else would want a nasty little fag-freak like you."

Masky pulled Toby off his dick, slamming his head into the nearest tree.

There’s a crunch as Toby’s nose breaks. Blood and goo spurts out of the hole in his head with the impact. He moans sickeningly.

“You just love being beat on like this, huh?”

What little is left of Toby’s vision is filled with stars. His ears are ringing, his stomach twists and clenches.

He can’t feel pain, so the damage only translates to ecstasy through his dick-scrambled brain. He moans, drooling, tongue limp and jaw slack. The bark of the tree leaves marks in his skin as Masky positions himself behind him.

“Bet you picked up some real weird kinks from your daddy huh? Some wires crossed somewhere, same way they fucked you in the head?” Masky held himself in one hand and pinned Toby to the tree with the other.

“How ‘bout after this is over you tell me who fucked you up better?”

Before Toby can process what’s being said, Masky pushes all the way in. He groans as he fucks into Toby’s skull like an unneutered dog, growling and panting and groaning. Thank god there’s no one around to see this save the dead eyes of the already dead victims, or else there would be no way for Masky to deny that he definitely is into men.

As Masky grows closer, Toby’s muffled whimpers are drowned out by him losing all sense of composure and chasing the pleasure like some goddamn hedonist.

Masky lets out a sharp cry as he finally hits his limit, cum mixing with blood and brain matter and spinal fluid into a gooey mess of a mixture. He thrusts a few more times then pulls Toby off with a sick pop. A squelch as a chunk of brain falls onto the ground, but then no other sound except their breathing.

Toby gurgles slightly, falling to the side. Tim’s juices leak out the back of his head and his eyes, mixing with the tears of sheer pleasure.

“…I should probably get you to Jack.”

[girl4music]

Fuck it. I'm going to keep uploading them because I keep finding even more amazing validation. I swear I love the creators/cast/crew even more after watching these things. I didn't think that was possible.

"We just want to correct history for women and women loving women" is basically the jist of every single one of these things.

And the loose excuses are bloody hilarious to me.

NETWORK: "Why does Xena have to kiss Gabrielle?"

SHOWRUNNER: "She needs to be awakened."

NETWORK: "But why does it have to be like that?"

SHOWRUNNER: "Because it makes the most sense like that!"

NETWORK: "But... but...-"

SHOWRUNNER: "Look, are you losing viewers?"

NETWORK: "Well, no but..."

SHOWRUNNER: "Then shut up then. We know what we're doing."

Truimphed through 90's censorship? More like bulldozed over it and Xena was the one driving the vehicle, knocking down homophobes as she went. Picking up all her girlfriends on the way. This is great! 😂

I think it's the greatest thing ever that both showrunners are like this. I wonder what Sam Raimi would say. Still haven't come across his commentary. Got shit loads from Tapert and Stewart but no Raimi.

Ted Raimi, yes. but not Sam. Yet he is an executive producer too. 🤷‍♀️

But more showrunners that have a WLW ship in their show need to be this damn brave and adamant. Need to really rally behind their fans. The thing is... if they do... they'll get it right back. I'll make very sure of it because I don't fucking show up for what doesn't show up for me.

[afewproblems]

Difficult Days Part Two

You can find Part One Here

CW: Homophobic language (F-slur), period typical homophobia, and anxieties about being perceived as gay by homophobes. The slur is used once in this by the main character in reference to the above anxieties.

***

It's solidified for Shawn in junior year that he's never had someone in his life like Gus.

It feels like it should go without saying, Gus has always been someone he could lay out his darkest truths to and his best friend wouldn't bat an eye. 

Sure, there would be a joke to cut through the tension in Shawn's shoulders, something to make him laugh, nothing less than what Shawn would do for Gus in return.

This is what family is supposed to do. 

This is what Shawn keeps repeating, over and over like a mantra, psyching himself up to tell Gus something he's only just now realized about himself.

They have the house to themselves this afternoon, luckily Henry is working late, and Gus has been talking for the last ten minutes, but Shawn hasn't taken in a single word. 

Shawn nods as Gus continues, keeping up the appearance of listening while trying to find the words to begin his own conversation in stops and starts as Gus pops their rented tape into the VCR in Shawn's room.

Every Wednesday, no matter what, Gus and Shawn have a dedicated one on one hangout night. It’s one of the last traditions from their childhood, though they still haven't grown much beyond reading comic books, taking turns playing Donkey Kong, camping in the backyard, or grabbing a rental from Blockbuster with their allowance. No matter how busy either of them got with homework or extracurriculars, both admittedly would not have stopped Shawn, they made time to hang out.

So Wednesday nights are always Shawn and Gus time, even when one of them is hiding earth shattering news that could potentially ruin everything--

Gus crashes into Shawn as he jumps on the bed, slamming him and the vicious thoughts playing on a loop in his head back onto the mattress, whooshing the air from his lungs. 

Gus crows out a victorious laugh, “in comes Gregarious Guster with the chair, taking out the villainous Supercilious Spencer from parts unknown!” 

Gus cups his hands around his mouth as he sits up, “Guster, Guster, Guster--”

“I swear that spelling bee wrought absolute havoc on your vocabulary,” Shawn huffs from the bed, still flat on his back. He manages a grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes and that is when Gus finally seems to see how quiet Shawn has been.

“Okay, what's up with you?” Gus demands, poking Shawn’s side with a rigid pointer finger, hitting right smack in between his ribs and eliciting a pained squawk from Shawn.

He rolls away slightly, hiding his face and his bruised ribs, wracking his brain trying to find something to stay, because, how the hell does he even begin with something like this?

Because, hindsight being what it is, all the signs were there and for someone with his observation skills it was incredibly embarrassing to have missed this.

Around freshman year, right around the time the other boys in their grade started talking about girls and their smiles, about supermodels and their legs. 

And it wasn't as if Shawn didn't notice these things, he absolutely did. 

Abigail Lytar with her waves of brown hair flecked with copper, her heart shaped face and big brown eyes? Talking with her always made his hands clammy and his stomach feel like it was rolling in summersaults.

But when Anthony Llewellyn knocked Shawn's backpack out of his hands after slamming into his back freshman year and didn't stop apologizing until he had picked up the bag and given it back to Shawn, it felt like the earth had stopped spinning.

Anthony's warm hazel eyes, that were more green than brown, and crooked smile made Shawns face feel strangely numb and his chest fluttery.

Almost the same way he felt with Abigail earlier that month. 

Shawn watches him leave, rendered speechless for the first time in his life, and finds himself waving stupidly as Anthony leaves for his next class with a dimpled smile stretched over his face.

It isn't long before Anthony becomes a fixture in Shawn and Gus’ life, hanging out at lunch, sitting together in class when their time tables do manage to match up. 

The three of them get along like a house on fire…for the most part.

“Looks like they're pulling out all the stops for the next Governor debate,’ Anthony says in lieu of a greeting as Shawn and Gus arrive at their usual cafeteria table, he has a copy of the Santa Barbara Independent in front of him and is lazily flipping through pages as Shawn takes a seat beside him while Gus sits across from them both.  “Why do you have that?’ Gus asks with a frown, ‘scratch that, how do you have that?” Anthony raises a single eyebrow at Gus, looking down at the paper and then at Shawn with a conspiratorial grin, “you're hilarious Burton, like you don't walk past the news rack on your way into the building every morning, besides, I need it for my Current Events unit. “See, Shawn here gets it,” he continues throwing an arm, heavy and warm, across Shawns shoulder, tugging him into Anthony's side. Shawn feels his ears burst into flames at the contact and can't quite stop the goofy grin from taking over his face. “Well, this isn't History,” Gus says, reaching into his backpack for his brown bag lunch that Mrs. Guster packed for him. Bologna on brown with an apple and Wagon Wheel, like they're still little kids. Shawn slowly reaches for his lunch bag, prepping to swap sandwiches with Gus, trying his hardest not to dislodge Anthony's arm from his shoulders. Gus continues, oblivious to Shawn’s herculean trial, “it's lunch time and I for one can't wait to talk about the new Evil Dead movie--” Anthony scoffs, “that slapstick gore fest?” he removes his arm from Shawn and closes the paper. Dammit. “Yeah, it's supposed to be the best one yet,” Gus takes a bite of his apple for emphasis, “I don't know how they're going to top the last one though--" Anthony snorts and starts to get up from his seat at the table, his chair scrapes loudly against the linoleum flooring, cutting off Gus. “As stirring as this conversation was I'm going to head to the library before class, see you in fifth Shawn,” Anthony salutes the pair of them, as he pushes his chair back in and slides the paper off the table before slinging his backpack over his shoulder and making his way out of the crowded cafeteria. Gus lifts his wrist to his face, taking a deliberate look at his watch before leveling Shawn with an unimpressed look, “I think Anthony set a new record for finding any excuse to bail on something other than school”. “Yeah, yeah,” Shawn huffs, reaching for Gus's saran wrapped bologna sandwich and sliding his turkey on rye across the table which Gus takes immediately. “Seriously,” Gus continues, “that guy needs to chill, Sam Raimi's no joke”. “Anthony's super chill, I'm sure he's got a test or something coming up, now where do we think that worm hole spit out our beloved chainsaw wielding Ash?” 

Shawn does his best to try and make it work between his new friend and his best friend.

But, Anthony is usually busy after school, between studying and his debate practice he doesn’t have nearly as much free time as Shawn and Gus. 

Which Gus seems to have no problem with whatsoever, something that baffles Shawn to no end.

It's only ever been something discussed exactly once. 

“Anthony is funny and nice and smart and laughs at my jokes, sure he doesn't play video games but pobody's nerfect Gus!” “Nobody's perfect?” Gus snorts as they roll their bikes towards the racks just outside the mall.  The Santa Barbara Plaza finally brought in new copies of Star Fox after the first shipment sold out nearly overnight, which the pair of boys had been waiting to hit the shelves for weeks.  “I've heard it both ways,” Shawn grins as he locks up his own bike next to Gus who rolls his eyes. They make their way into the air conditioned space and breathe out twin sighs of relief as cool air rushes over them, before making their way into the heart of the Plaza. “It’s not like I hate the guy,” Gus tells Shawn after a beat. “Oh come on Gus, don't be the summer of 68," Shawn says, throwing an arm over his friend's shoulders, “you're still the only one invited to Thanksgiving, not many else get that honor”.  “Well, you know that's right”, Gus smirks briefly before his face shifts into something pensive. “It’s just,” Gus says slowly, carefully, his eyes trace over Shawn’s face before he continues, “the guy’s a bit of a…” “What?” Shawn says sharply, wincing at the clear annoyance in his voice.  Gus seems to chew the inside of his cheek as he takes a breath, “a bit of a--no, you know what he's a snob Shawn--” “No he’s not--” “He’s literally at debate practice Shawn, and it’s not even a school program!” “So what!” “So, why is it so important that I like him?”

And to that, Shawn doesn’t have an answer. 

Over the next year Gus still doesn't warm up to Anthony as much as Shawn --which…it's, it’s fine. 

Really. 

He still doesn't quite understand why he wants Gus to like Anthony so badly, but the need claws against his ribs in a way Shawn can't quite pinpoint.

Contrary to popular belief, Shawn isn't stupid; a fact that his dad would use endlessly to hold him to a higher standard. 

But it isn't until their junior year that the need begins to escalate, and the butterflies intensify until Shawn finally puts two and two together.

It’s at lunch, on a random Wednesday in February, that Anthony leans over to grab his backpack from underneath the cafeteria table, bracing his hand firmly on Shawn's shoulder, and Shawn is met with the overwhelming urge to kiss his friend. 

Oh holy shit.

He wants to kiss Anthony Llewellyn. 

It hits Shawn like a freight train. 

This is why he's always a little flustered whenever Anthony is around, this is why he wanted Gus to like him--to approve of Anthony.

Oh god. Oh god, how was he going to explain this to Gus, how was he going to explain this to his dad.

Shawn’s stomach clenches at the thought of how Henry would react to having a--

Shawn shakes the word from his head, even as the echoes of it continue to reverberate. 

No. 

There aren't any other gay kids at their school, not that Shawn thinks he's…he still likes girls as near as he can tell.

But the apparent lack of gay kids doesnt seem to stop the rest of the student body from throwing the word faggot around, as though it will eventually catch someone out.

He swallows down panic at the thought of the accusation being thrown his way, if Tommy Decker and Marcus Boon were assholes when they were kids, they were nothing compared to some of the jocks in highschool.

Shawn continues to spiral through fourth period science, one of two classes this year he thankfully doesn't share with either Gus or Anthony, before the bell finally rings, releasing them for their final class of the day. 

But Shawn detours, making a beeline for his locker, his heart in his throat the entire way. He dumps his textbooks and notebooks --there's no way he's going to be able to concentrate on homework tonight, slams his locker shut, making a few other teens startle and glare at him as they make their way to class. Shawn breathes out slowly and calmly makes his way to the side door before slipping into the muggy afternoon.

*

Shawn is wallowing faceup on his bed with a pillow on his face when he hears Gus calling his name downstairs. 

Shit. 

Because it’s Wednesday. 

And Gus had excitedly bragged about picking up the last copy of Jurassic Park after waiting over a year for it to finally come to home video.

It's just one night, Shawn thinks as he hears Gus bound up the stairs two at a time, he can get through this without saying anything. He just needs more time to really think about how to phrase it, that’s all.

“Okay, what's up with you?” 

Or not. 

Shawn sits up from the mattress, rubbing at his tender ribs where Gus has jabbed his finger, “I don’t think that chair was regulation, did the commissioner sign off on that thing? Also have they ever explained where ‘parts unknown’ is supposed to be? How can I truly get into character without--”

“Nope,” Gus cuts him off midstream, “nope, you haven't made a face like that since they announced Alicia Silverstone wouldn't be in the Clueless TV show”.

“ABC is nuts if they think we'll accept a lesser Cher,” Shawn hedges, avoiding Gus's sharp stare. 

“Shawn, come on,” Gus says as his eyebrows pinch in a worried frown, “what's going on?”

So much for trying to make it through today without spilling his guts, Shawn thinks to himself.

“Today has been,” Shawn says slowly, swallowing the next words he wants to say, stressful, panicked, hopeless, what if, what if, what if--

“Difficult,” he lands on eventually.

“Okay,” Gus says calmly, though his shoulders have tensed and his eyes scan Shawns face, worry lines intensify as puts the remote on the mattress.

“So, you know,” Shawn says haltingly, trying to breath while looking anywhere but Gus, “do you remember--shit, this is hard”.

Gus stands up from the mattress and Shawn immediately hates the distance, “just spit it out Shawn, how bad can it be? It's not like you have a thing for my sister or something right?” 

Shawn winces slightly at the accusation and Gus freezes briefly before snatching at the discarded pillow on the floor with a groan and presses it into his own face.

“Please,” Gus says, the word muffled by cotton and polyester, “don't tell me you want to date Joy?”

Shawn grins a little at that as he pulls at a loose thread on the corner of his comforter, “uh, no, I mean you're sister's great and all, maybe in another life we'd--”

“Dude!”

“Right,” Shawn tries to take a deep breath as his heart rate begins to increase, it feels like the temperature of his bedroom has climbed ten degrees in the last five minutes, “that actually uh, helps me uh, explain this, sort of?”

Gus nods for him to continue. Well, in for a penny, in for a Kennel --or whatever the saying is.

“So you know how your sister is a girl?”

Brilliant.

Gus levels Shawn with yet another unimpressed glare, “yes Shawn, I live with her”.

Shawn tries to breathe out slowly but the words suddenly begin to fall out of his open mouth, strung together nearly incoherently, “okay, okay, well what if I think she's hot, but I also, I also think I might maybe think that--

“Shawn,” Gus sighs, pinching his nose with a heavy hand, he looks like he's ready to take his tape back, revoke their Wednesday hangouts and Shawn hasn't even confessed anything yet. 

“You have to swear that this stays here,” Shawn blurts out. He swallows heavily as Gus’s eyes widen even more than before, “even if you never want to talk to me again after”.

“Shawn what the hell are you talking about?” Gus yells, his voice panicked now as he steps back to the bedroom door, looking around the hallway once before slamming it shut and whirling around, “explain now!”

“I like Anthony”.

The words hang in Shawn's small bedroom between them, the silence that follows swiftly after only punctuated by Shawn's breaths that come too fast, in and out.

“I-I think, I mean, I, god, I didn't realize it until now but I just…”

Gus stares at him, his normally expressive face completely unreadable now. Shawn can’t stop his lungs from stuttering, it’s like he can’t catch his breath.

“And I do still like girls but I--Gus can you just say something or shoot me so I stop talking, please”.

Gus brings his hands up to wipe at his face, it’s only then that Shawn can see the way they shake slightly.

“Okay,” he says between his fingers, before letting his hands drop to his sides.

Shawn licks his lips, “just…okay? Thats--you’re not--”

“I thought you were going to tell me you murdered somebody or you stole your dads car after which, you would be the murdered one,” Gus snaps, shaking his head with a long slow sigh. He makes his way back over to the bed and sits down beside Shawn.

“Look, I can't say I fully get it, especially the Anthony part of it all, but you're my best friend Shawn, and that trumps everything else”. 

Shawn feels something in his chest that has been coiled tight around his heart since his revelation at lunch begin to loosen. He blinks against the sharp sting at the backs of his eyes and releases a punched out laugh. 

“And I’m relieved Henry isn’t going to murder you” Gus adds, startling another bark of laughter out of Shawn which draws Gus in as well until they’re both laughing like idiots, flat on their backs on the mattress. 

Shawn doesn’t want to think about what Henry’s reaction to this might be, not right now. 

He pushes the thought away, locks it into a box of future worries, because he’s never had someone in his life like Gus, that will accept him as he is. 

And Shawn wants to hold onto that for a little while longer. 

After the credits roll and the sun has deserted the horizon, Gus nudges Shawn with his elbow with a raised eyebrow and a grin.

“So, which one’s hotter, Dr. Grant or Dr. Sattler?”

Shawn snorts out a laugh, his chest bursting with a warm mix of relief and happiness, “Tough call Gus, it might be a tie”.

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[ohdorothea]

This tournament is being run by and for queer fans so please keep that in mind! Homophobes will be blocked on sight <3 More polls here and more info here! Lyrics for the songs and FAQ under the cut!

Question...? lyrics

(I remember)

Good girl, sad boy

Big city, wrong choices

We had one thing going on

I swear that it was something

'Cause I don't remember who I was before you

Painted all my nights

A color I have searched for since

But one thing after another

Fuckin' situations, circumstances

Miscommunications and I

Have to say

By the way

I just may like some explanations

Can I ask you a question?

Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room

And every single one of your friends was making fun of you

But fifteen seconds later they were clapping too?

Then what did you do?

Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? Oh

Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight, oh

When she said it was too much?

Do you wish you could still touch her?

It's just a question

Half-moon eyes, bad surprise

Did you realize out of time?

She was on your mind

With some dickhead guy

That you saw that night

But you were on something

It was one drink after another

Fuckin' politics and gender roles

And you're not sure and I don't know

Got swept away in the gray

I just may like to have a conversation

Can I ask you a question?

Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room

And every single one of your friends was making fun of you

But fifteen seconds later they were clapping too?

Then what did you do?

Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? Oh

Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight, oh

When she said it was too much?

Do you wish you could still touch her?

It's just a question

Does it feel like everything's just like second best after that meteor strike?

And what's that that I heard, that you're still with her?

That's nice, I'm sure that's what's suitable

And right

But tonight

Can I ask you a question? (Can I ask you a question?)

Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room? (In a crowded room)

And every single one of your friends was making fun of you (You, making fun of you)

But fifteen seconds later they were clapping too?

Then what did you do?

Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? Oh

Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight, oh

When she said it was too much?

Do you wish you could still touch her?

It's just a question

🫶🫶🫶

Mastermind lyrics

Once upon a time, the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned

You and I ended up in the same room at the same time

And the touch of a hand lit the fuse

Of a chain reaction of countermoves

To assess the equation of you

Checkmate, I couldn't lose

What if I told you none of it was accidental

And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me

I laid the groundwork and then just like clockwork

The dominoes cascaded in a line

What if I told you I'm a mastermind?

And now you're mine

It was all by design

'Cause I'm a mastermind

You see all the wisest women had to do it this way

'Cause we were born to be the pawn in every lover's game

If you fail to plan, you plan to fail

Strategy sets the scene for the tale

I'm the wind in our free-flowing sails

And the liquor in our cocktails

What if I told you none of it was accidental

And the first night that you saw me, I knew I wanted your body

I laid the groundwork and then just like clockwork

The dominoes cascaded in a line

What if I told you I'm a mastermind?

And now you're mine

It was all my design

'Cause I'm a mastermind

No one wanted to play with me as a little kid

So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since

To make them love me and make it seem effortless

This is the first time I've felt the need to confess

And I swear

I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian 'cause I care

So I told you none of it was accidental

And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me

I laid the groundwork and then saw a wide smirk

On your face, you knew the entire time

You knew that I'm a mastermind

And now you're mine

Yeah, all you did was smile

'Cause I'm a mastermind

🫶🫶🫶

The question is which song is queerer to you! Queerer can mean whatever you want it to mean; you might consider a song queer because you think it was written that way, or because of Swiftian lore. It might be queer to you because of how you relate it to your own life. Maybe you think from a purely literary standpoint the lyrics have queer themes; maybe you're just thinking about vibes!!!

If you’d like to send in interpretations or propaganda for a specific song you can send them to my inbox! All interpretations are welcome and let’s be open and kind in response to all interpretations <3

[kerubimcrepin]

Episode 26 - A Hairy Mystery

TW: Discussions of in-universe false allegations of S.A. towards animals and/or children. Discussions of addictions, and what might be actual S.A.

This episode is a doozy, both canonically and due to the analysis I conduct.

From the first seconds of the episode, we can note one very important detail:

The episode's narration is not censored by Kerubim, as is usually the case, but filtered through Joris's very limited understanding of sexuality and other adult things, and metaphors alluding to those.

Which results in this being a very dark episode in every single way possible and kinda batshit insane, when thought about for too much.

This is the same house as the one we'll see in Episode 50, Deadly Charm.

During Episode 50's time, the two of them share this house. This may suggest that the two episodes happen relatively closely, timeline-wise. It would make sense, considering the fact that in both of these episodes, Lou investigates crimes.

This investigation sounds like how long a war that would result in the birth of a very cool huppermage would last.

This episode will be hellish to translate... First of all: all the little text on these images? Just gibberish. Also, it's the same gibberish copypasted in all the newspapers.

However, we have some juicy stuff in the big text blocks: real text, with more context for the ep, besides what we see through Joris's ~imagination~

Big text on the top:

"LITTLE CAT (??? something something)

LITTLE CAT WHO DRANK MILK WAS NICE, FRIENDLY AND WELL-BEHAVED, WHICH DOESN'T/DIDN'T---

THIS BY PUTTING LAXATIVE IN THE BOWL OF HIS SWEET SELF"

Big text on the bottom:

"HE LOOKS LIKE A BEANPOLE(???) -----------UN"

Firstly: the newspaper name says "BOTA" instead of "BONTA"... Not even a spare letter "N" for the starving public?

The text on the left is, for some reason, upside down, and the letter N is in my transcription only because it makes more sense than W. What is says is: "EST U(N)E FIOTTE"

Translation: Someone (a female judging by "une") is (I am about to quote google here) "a homophobic(?) swear word for men(??)."

I'm sure someone in Ankama was very giddy to have snuck this in, but god, I wish I knew what this really means.

Don't worry. There are worse hidden texts in this episode... Like this next one.

I guess that what Kerubim is accused of is. Uh. not... literally eating a cat. It's something... different. Or eating the cat and also doing other things to the cat. hm.

I guess for Ecaflips, doing this to a cat, is not just an animal thing but also uh. a kid thing.

...Idk if I ever wanted to know this much about the World of Twelve. Man.

To pause from the insanity of this episode so far, I want to point out, that, both here, and in the episode 50, which we had established, takes place close to this one, Kerubim and Lou are very close to marriage/consider each other fiancés (in episode 50, she is referred to as his wife, despite them not being married).

So... I am assuming both of them take place before Ecaflip City! We're making some real discoveries here, folks.

This episode was funnier before I knew this was Kerubim's twitter callout arc. Now it's just sad.·😭

Also, in a better circumstance, I would comment on how cute it is that Kerubim says he likes cats (or babies, considering that for ecaflips... yeah. man. this episode is making me say insane things.) that much.

No wonder he's going fucking insane.

The first one is a reused text asset from the first episodes that says "MAISON DE NERUBIM CREPIN". What she is writing seems to be "RMCP"

The second one is, uh. Yeah.

Judging by the paintings, I suppose this episode takes place after Vax's Art (ep10) and Bashi the Shark (ep7).

I know these are just reused assets, but also — it's Ankama's own fault that they gave me this to do theorizing with.

Jesus fucking Christ, here we go. Twenty pages of analysis incoming:

He had a very interesting evening. Getting drunk (as usual), gambling (as usual)...

But having a woman "ride" him, while being very, very drunk, too — is this also, in fact, usual? Hopefully, it was a literal riding, horse-style.

Judging from Lou's phrasing and reaction, as well as this episode's whole thing so far, it was probably not.

Which is... not good at all. Yeah.

We'll never truly know, with Joris's unreliable narration in this episode. But I am sad to report, that I don't think it would be out of character for Kerubim to... have these things happen to him, and be okay with that.

And it's in-character for Lou to view Kerubim's habits of getting drunk and gambling everything away, while having ambiguously-nonconsensual (on his side) relations with women, as punishable evils on his part, good old "shit boyfriend" behaviours.

Instead of, y'know, self-destruction.

...Okay, I think I am ready to present something to you, so here's a refresher for my earlier liveblogs, in the form of the six tenets of theorizing about their final break up we established:

She left sad, and unlike many other times, without any anger for Kerubim.

She left Luis with him to watch over him.

She also left Luis because he couldn’t go with her, but that could mean many things.

She left after Ecaflip City, obviously, and at that time, their relationship seemed the healthiest. (Well, as healthy as it could be.)

Unlike all the other times, Kerubim didn’t go searching for her. It seems this separation was final in a way no other was, and there had to be a reason that he didn’t go and try to make up. An unsolvable issue.

Both Luis and Kerubim blame Kerubim, and the first one uses this to make the second one angry.

I think it's time to make to finally reveal my Divorce Theory:

I think Lou left Kerubim after regaining her memories, and realizing that they're just bad for each other.

She often manipulated him using his insecurities and fears of abandonment, which are the result of his childhood traumas. She hit him, and disregarded, or at times exacerbated, his various mental health issues.

While he has cheated on her many times while being completely sober, without any regard for her personhood and feelings. He's gambled away her memories.

Yes, they loved each other, but they were horrible together.

And I think it's a very sad realization to have about someone you've been in love with for your whole life:

That all you've ever managed to do is hurt each other, and make things worse.

...Now that I'm done with sad divorce theories, let's finish up this episode.

The newspaper that shows miss Kitty behind bars, has all the same text as the newspaper where Kerubim is behind bars, so I won't include it, but this?

This has a plot twist:

"EM ILIE EST U(N)E FIOTTE"

...Emilie, if you're out there: years ago, in Dofus: Aux Trésors de Kerubim, someone called you a bad word.

And I hope it was a joke and not some office drama. I really do hope so.

...My reaction to this whole fucking episode, Keke.

My exact reaction to all of it.

This is the face of a parent who knows that he will have to assess the damage. A second plane has hit the fucking pentagon level damage.

The "will he be asking me what "riding" means now?" "will he be asking me why "you ate a kitten" allegations got me into prison?" level damage.

Actual nightmare.

[joyswonderland1108]

This is so fucking tiring.

Notice how my posts keep on being rants despite me trying to see the bright side of things? But the way this goddamn fandom treats both Jimin and Jungkook is absolutely disgusting (Again i’m not talking about the good ones out there, y’all know yourselves, kudos to you).

No wonder solos hate “OT7″ asses, i don’t condone any “solo’ness” but this fucking fandom gives them every right to hate their guts. Imagine loving a person so very dearly and a group of people who are supposed to treat that person with respect actually treats them like shit, how the fuck can you like these people or respect them. How do these oh so-called OT7s enjoy calling out solos when they can’t even call out themselves on some bullshit they pull out, learn to admit your own flaws before seeing other people’s flaws. 

Not only did people completely fail to see Jimin’s pov through his album, completely denied the symbolism in it, pulled lots of homophobic comments from their asses because they just can’t fucking accept that his album was queer-coded, wanted so bad to make “Like Crazy” a break up song when Jimin himself explained that it wasn’t inspired 100% by the damn movie’s story, ignoring completely that the boy made a whole album about his struggles and frustrations, something deep something that needed an open-mind and lots of understanding.

But now they’re completely ignoring the fact that “Seven” is a fucking single not just some images. Remember my post about Tiktok Army? Well they’re still at it. I keep on clicking on “not interested” but the way these videos are just so endless that they still pop up on my fyp.. Again i’m not linking any Tiktok i’ll post screenshots feel free if you want to consult the page but honestly i don’t want to give them clout

It’s all about the MV, explicit version, JK was topless in the ONE picture that dropped, y’all thirsty motherfuckers can’t even bother be excited for the actual single, and this is not even the worse Tiktoks out there, everybody is more concerned about it being explicit and having a woman in the MV, they’re all like “Oh well he was topless in the schedule picture that dropped which means the MV will be sexy, JK will be naked, JK will be grinding on Sohee” MOTHER.FUCKERS! Do y’all even care about JK? 

For all i know y’all smartasses, Jimin’s concept photos had him topless too, or specifically naked under a blazer but he was NOT in “Like Crazy” and in “Set me free pt2″ he was because he had a whole ass poem written on his chest, now what? Are we going to pretend this never happened? I swear it’s sickening they’re not even allowing us to enjoy the build up until July 14th, i try to distract myself but it ends up being there on my face no matter what. 

And to answer @milan1013 on your reblog about the live

There’s nothing wrong with the tiktok but the caption got me, because tell me why tf are people now shipping JK with Mingyu from a damn less than 2min Live knowing damn well these two are very dear friends. Again, i will say it again and again and FUCKING AGAIN!!!! JK is shipped with every living being, everything and everyone that breathes his way is shippable with JK that at some point do people even see him as a human being or.. ?

Sure it’s fun when it’s innocent all jokes ha ha but God fucking dammit the fact that out of an MV of a song that neither one of them even dropped, he’s already shipped with an actress and from a damn mini live he’s shipped with his friend now seriously where the fuck are we going, it’s becoming less and less fun each day to be in this fandom..

[itchyeye]

Yknow whats torturous about liking tma isn’t even tmp. It’s the fact that the tma fandom is filled with high schoolers who make it their lives mission to mischaracterize every single plot beat and action in the show while somehow continuing to call jon a ‘small bean’ or misconstruing michael’s character so much it makes my head hurt. And god i don’t even want to talk about the stereotypical and homophobic mess that is fanon elias

yeeeeeeeah listen every fandom has it's young'un's and i spent a good chunk of my own internet existence being a young'un in fandom spaces so part of me begrudgingly understands... but the general age skew of the tma fandom into v young pre/teens has always been extremely surprising and confusing to me... the show itself is quite........ adult? in theme and execution. very little swearing due to podcast/app store limitations but like the content of the show is quite adult. a bunch of early 30s researchers at a fringe paranormal archive catalogue and investigate stories of gruesome debauchery and horror while their soul sucking dead end careers drain the life out of them IN MORE WAYS THAN JUST THE USUAL ONES ☝️🤓

the "elias is gay and homophobic" thing and the general eagerness for fandom to spout just like. plain simple bold faced fox news homophobia and then call it a "joke" is an INSANE development in internet fandom culture that drives me bananas. and then if anyone points out "hey this isn't funny. this is homophobic." the response is always "noooooo i'm queer!!! i can't be homophobic it's just funny!!"

ok. can you explain to me what about it is funny? ha ha this man is gay? that's funny for what reason? explain it to me slowly so i can really understand.

[crossroadsnumber1doctor]

{ this post is entirely ooc }

Hello there! Welcome to this Roleplay Blog out of a million however you might have gotten here. First, something important to get out of the way before getting into the actual intro info:

i am not part nor affiliated with the official BOGGIO team, personally being just a fan of the game / characters, and therefore nothing of which I say or do here should be taken as canon, this is simply a roleplay / parody account of one of their / PHIGHTING!'s characters. I can't possibly know every single detail about, well, anything and will very likely mess things up especially since I don't have a twitter and therefore can't exactly access any twitter posts made about phighting lore and such unless it's directly shared with me. Most of what's here is either taken by Soda's tumblr QnA, the Official Phighting Wiki ( the fandom.com one is outdated ) or my own personal Headcanons.

If you're still here and would like to continue reading this intro then without further ado lets get onto it ( click readmore )

( this is going to be a very long post )

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This is primarily just another silly little RP / Ask / Parody Blog for Medkit from the game PHIGHTING! on Roblox. I'm not exactly the best roleplayer however and might possibly get a tad out of character from time to time if I'm not careful, which I do apologize if that ends up happening.

It might also take me a while to answer and respond to stuff due to the fact that I tend to like to think for a good while before deciding to do so ( or i might just straight up forget / get distracted in which case you are welcome to direct my attention back to it ).

I'll likely also send in some Roblox screenshots and such both IC and OOC. ( with something to differentiate which is which of course )

Although my art's not exactly the best I will likely try to respond with a simple doodle or drawing from time to time because well it's fun to do and I feel that it could make some things seem more interesting and such. :)

Most of the drawings and SS's here are simply my own but I will make sure to provide credits and such if I use someone else's stuff for my own purposes of course!!

Aslong as you aren't NSFW ( gore / graphic stuff is fine by me but will be tagged just incase anyone else isn't fine with it or is made uncomfortable by it ), Racist, Transphobic, Homophobic, A proshipper / comshipper, abelist, aphobic, zionist or otherwise just not really that good then I'm completely open to interactions most of the time! If I don't answer right away then I'm probably busy / distracted but I will try to get to it as fast as I can when I do notice it. I don't mind AU or OC interactions but try to let me know the context behind relationships and such beforehand!

I am relatively fine with shipping aslong as it, yknow, isn't bad, forced or a proship / comship or anything but due to personal preference and the fact that I do headcanon Medkit as Demiromantic I would prefer to take it slow at first atleast. I might also ask for reasoning though that's just out of curiosity if it's something I'm not familiar with.

The Mod / Blog Runner doesn't exactly take things too seriously most of the time and swears a lot so that'll probably reflect in OOC posts. I have pretty bad bad grammar / English aswell so if there's any particularly bad mistakes do make sure to point them out so I can fix them.

Not sharing the main blog for the time being but if you do recognize me then.. Hiiiii!

All in all, I am looking forward to interacting with this community and seeing what happens! :D

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Pronouns for Medkit - He / Him

Pronouns for Mod / Blog Runner - He / It / They / Xe

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Caution;

Do take in account that due to the nature and backstory of the character that this blog revolves around it will likely touch on some topics of extreme violence or atleast the aftermath of said violence, PTSD, Paranoia and Cults / Cult Life.

All of the above will atleast have an attempt to be properly tagged whenever directly mentioned / brought up. Please do let me know if I miss anything or need to use different / more tags.

More will be added to this if seen fit

Although for most of these I either have personal experience and / or tried to do excessive research about please do also let me know if I can do / portray something better!

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Key;

Normal Text in any way -> OOC

Chat + Italics -> Narration / Actions

" Green Chat in Quotations " -> Speech [ Italic Green Chat in square brackets ] -> Thoughts

Bold text in any of these likely just means that it's important or atleast that it should be a focus point. Small text will likely be less important or whispering / mumbling / in a quieter tone of voice depending on the context.

Will add more if needed

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Headcanons;

Suit / Main Reference made by myself.

If text too hard to or unable to read due to coloring here's the text left -> right, top -> bottom

Farsighted

Long Fur + Fands due 2 being blackrock born demon

Long, long-furred tail

Other than longer fangs nothing too remarkable about mouth

he / him under a transmasculine flag

Small Holes in gloves allowing unsheathed claws to stick out

Other;

Due to his current circumstances Medkit probably isn't really looking for love or a romantic relationship in the first place, nor would he probably be able to completely trust anyone viable for that position to get close enough or those feelings at the moment. That doesn't exactly mean he CAN'T but it's very unlikely.

Probably tired most of the time and all the caffeine from the coffee probably isn't helping. And back pain. Can't forget the back pain. This dude literally sleeps on a desk i cant imagine how that back feels.

Medkit usually doesn't let anyone other than the people he trusts on his blindspot / left side while idle and able just so that he can keep an eye on what's going on, frequently preferring to have that side closer to walls and other obstructions otherwise. Also likely so that he knows that someone would be watching on that side while he can't.

[quodekash]

HSDFHSDFX I SAW ONE MINOR SPOILER FOR EPISODE 7 AND IM SO EXCITED AAAA

THEYRE ON A DATE THEYRE ON A DATE THEYRE ON A DATE THEYRE ON A DATE HERKDBFHN

oh

so joke isnt the first time he's had romantic interest for a guy?? thats funky

OMG

THEM

I LOVE THEM AND ALSO P L E A S E GIVE ME ANSWERS FOR LAST WEEK BECAUSE IM STILL CONFUSED AND CONCERNED

k i s s

WAIT

OMG

GIUW3EHGTPOIJH4OEIWHTBGOI43HJBEHWTPIOJGBH4P3IOE N

AAAAAAAA

IM LOSING MY MIND

THEY KISSED

THEY KISSED THEY KISSED THEY KISSED AAAGIH4EORSGBD

IM DYING GUYS IM DYING

HEEEEEEEEELP

HSDHFHHAHFHSDFHDFHSHDFDHSFDHSHGHHDSHGHFDHGFDHJGHJHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I need to move on from this scene so I can watch the rest of the episode

ive watched it four times

I just want to keep watching it holy frick they mean so much to me

... I watched it a fifth time

okay I need to watch the rest of this episode

bro this grandma is terrifying

im already scared of old people but this grandma is top notch

im very scared of her

oh, and not only is she terrifying, she's also homophobic

welp

scratch that, I guess she's not a homophobe

at this point they're just joongdunk

thinking about this

HSHDHF HE KEEPS THE SUNFLOWER PILLOW ON HIS BED

they forgot to change the clock but I think its better this way because this means that, in one minute, he was sitting at his desk eating a snack

and then was sitting on the floor and moved his snacks and laptop and papers with him

and then moved the papers and snacks AGAIN so he could lie down

and then fell asleep

all within the same minute

(the quality is terrible but I swear the clock says 2:03 in every single screenshot)

and im telling you, its the biggest adhd mood ever

POKKKKK

HELLO POK

everyone say hello to pok

I love him so much

DUDE

BRO SUDDENLY HAS GAME

im fine.

what are you talking about, you can't go straight to anything mate

grjegskb it's about to happen its about to happen its about to happen

side note: I love zoos shirt a lot

I want that shirt

Y E S

AAAAAAAAAA

damn, zo was hungry

anyway AAAAAANOGERNOSJDLGB

he's such a teenage girl, I love him so so so much

(I say about an adult man)

GERULDJBFG

another side note: I also like joke's shirt

I want both of their shirts please

he's so dumbfounded

and honestly mood

HE'S SUCH A NERD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

HIS CRUSH HAS KISSED HIM TWICE NOW

HIS CRUSH CALLED HIM HIS BOYFRIEND

HE'S LOSING HIS MIND AND WE LOVE HIM FOR IT

that was lovely

im a little scared for next episode bc it looks like creepy stalker guy has moved on to Zo (I think that was the same guy??? it looked like the same guy I think maybe), BUT on the BRIGHT SIDE, WE GOT SO MANY KISSES THIS WEEK

JOKEZO FINALLY KISSED AGAIN, AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, JENGPOK FINALLY KISSED AAAAHEORSGOBREIODFBH

let's just go back to the jengpok kiss one more time

HSDHFHDSJGHF

okay I feel better now

bye bye, until next time :)

[crazylittlejester]

Hey, I'm going to be a tad bit ranty, and this by no means is targeting anybody but-

I am getting tired of some Zelink shippers on the internet man.

Like, I get it. It's a pretty darn cute ship and in some cases I love it to peices (Skyward Sword and Spirit Tracks Zelink my beloveds), but I swear some of us are straight up insane.

They go out of their way to beat down anybody who doesn't only ship Zelink or completely despise other female characters because it gets in the way of the "correct ship". Seriously I cant be the only one to notice the pure hate Ilia gets because she's another one of Link's love interests. Like, I get it, seeing ships you don't like is annoying, but to harp about how only one is right and above the rest is plan stupid. In some cases it doesn't even make sense, like for TP, but if you dare mention it it's as if you insulted their mother 🙄.

And don't even get me started on the homophobia. They act as if Link kissing a man or Zelda kissing a woman will send them into a coma.

I really like this community, but the shipping discourse is atrocious and trying to find somebody who also likes Zelink but isn't insane is difficult and if I mention I like it people are afraid I'm one of the crazy ones too. It's disheartening and is the reason why I don't even dare go onto Zelda Twitter anymore despite the amazing artist.

Sorry about the rant, but I really had to get this off my chest because I had the misfortune of stumbling upon somebody here doing the exact thing that ran me off of Twitter 🤦‍♀️.

I’m sorry you’ve had a bad online experience with that, I luckily haven’t had too much of that happen around me

I understand why people ship Link and Zelda in all the games, and while I personally don’t, I don’t disagree with people who do. I think it’s a bit insane (/pos) of nintendo to not really confirm anything and leave everything up to the player’s interpretation, and the best part about that is that we don’t have to ship Link and Zelda in every game. There are so many other great ships in the games! And yeah, homophobia is really disheartening and I hate to see it happen in fandoms I care so much about as a queer person myself. Personally every single version of Link gives me queer vibes in some way, and seeing people being so outright homophobic makes me sad.

Keep shipping who you like, as long as it isn’t problematic 🫶🫶🫶 The best advice I can give it to try not to let others ruin a fandom you enjoy, I just block homophobes when I see them

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hi… i’m sort of new to tumblr. I got into marauders a while back but have just sorta chilled on ao3 most of the time. I got tumblr recently and came across your microfics, and then your advice asks. And I need some. Advice. So erm, yeah, i’m just gonna explain and then maybe you’ll be able to help me? Thanks so much. This is gonna be slightly complicated, just to warn you. (Oh and insanely, INSANELY long. So sorry about that). 

So this thing happened recently. I’m a girl and one of my best friends is also a girl. We’re both 17, dunno if it’s relevant but, yeah. Recently, she admitted to having a crush on me. 

I’m straight. It wasn’t weird or anything. She’s been out to me as a lesbian for a few years, and so when she told me, it was more of a “get it off her chest” sort of thing.

I think I reacted alright. I just nodded and smiled (probably slightly weirdly, i was a bit shocked). She told me she wanted us to stay friends, but she wanted to put a little distance between us so she could get over it. Which is totally fair so I agreed and i’ve been trying to keep things sort of, on her terms. You know? 

Anyway, that was a while ago and a few months ago she got this girlfriend who’s like- super annoying. We don’t talk as much as we used to (we’re still close though) and I do miss how we used to be, but I get it. But her new girlfriend, watching them be together makes me want to throw up. 

And i’m not trying to be homophobic, i’m around quite a few of lgbtq+ relationships and even more single queer people, like half my friend group are queer and some of them dating, but these two are annoying as hell. 

She’s never really dated before? And it’s good. I know that. Duh. Cause maybe she’ll hang out with me more again. But like, i’m all for supporting girls, but her girlfriend is so annoying. 

And I can’t totally explain it… she just like really irritates me. But I don’t have like- a reason? She just hasn’t exactly done anything to make me hate her, except exist around me and my friend SO MUCH. 

It’s annoying. I get no alone time with her anymore. She always has to bring her girlfriend. 

And my town is like mostly cool with queer relationships. I mean not like accepting but like- won’t punch you. My parents are the same. They’re all “as long as it’s not my family or friends” do as you please. Which is a bit weird but whatever. 

So like, they’ve been on dates in our town and she even brought the girlfriend to MY house. And I can’t tell her I don’t like her girlfriend cause that’s rude but it’s like fucking torture every time I have to be around them. 

And she isn’t happier, by the way. She isn’t. I can tell, and she isn’t. But it feels selfish that I don’t want her to have a girlfriend cause now I don’t get to hang out with her one on one. And I guess it would mean her not having a crush on me anymore so we could hang out more except her girlfriends always there. 

We used to hug and touch and spend all our time together and now she’s all busy with her new girlfriend. 

And again, I swear i’m not homophobic. But I feel sort of homophobic when I watch them cause I really can’t even be around it much anymore. I leave whenever they start kissing cause I don’t need to see that. And according to one of my guy friends  it’s uncool that i’m okay with guys kissing and not girls? 

You can’t be homophobic in one direction that’s insane. And i’m not. I just, it bugs me. Is all. 

Anyway I got into this argument with her and she called me homophobic. I probably paused for a second, you know to process. Cause I understand that’s a valid fear for her in our town, but she knows that’s not true. Two of our friends are in queer relationships. And I find both of them sweet. And I don’t care if they’re kissing or whatever. 

Plus i’ve been totally supportive of her… up until now.

It’s just one of those things. Like yeah, girls are cute and sweet and i’d date a girl too if I wasn’t straight, but she doesn’t need to like- make out in front of me or anything. 

And when I opened up and told one of my best friends (who is also queer but I knew it wouldn’t make her uncomfortable cause she knows i’m not homophobic) and explained all this to her, she just laughed at me. Which was shockingly unhelpful even from her. 

Look tbh I don’t totally know what i’m asking you, just like, how do I be normal around them? I don’t want to lose her over this, and I certainly don’t want to be homophobic or anything. 

And it’s weird cause i’ve literally never felt any weirdness around lgbtq+ relationships (or people for that matter) before. Hell, I went with my friends to pride.  

And it’s never been a problem online either.

So I don’t know what’s causing this… 

So yeah, any advice? 😊

Also i’m rlly sorry this was so long and hectic and probably makes no sense. I just needed to talk to someone and you seem really lovely and I don’t know how to explain it to anyone. 

Oh and i’m pretty new to social media. i’ve never really liked it. And new to being in majority lgbtq+ spaces. So if this sort of thing might bother your tumblr buddies please ignore me, cause I really don’t want to hurt anyone or make anyone uncomfortable. 

I just feel like i’ve exhausted my options in figuring this out, so might as well consult the internet. And i’m sure as hell not going to reddit. 

Anyway, thanks for reading my hectic insanity. Don’t worry if you have nothing to say. If I can’t figure out why i’m being weird then I don’t know why someone else could. I’ve been trying to be nice and just sort of ignore them when they kiss and stuff as of lately. But I still hate it. 

Hi!

Okay, so first of all, no need to apologize at all! I'm here to help :)

So, I think there are a few things you need to think about.

Could it just be that you're not used to being around affectionate queer people? How often are you around queer couples who are affectionate? Is it maybe something you need to adjust to so it doesn't feel so strange?

How are you feeling when you get upset about them making out? Turned off? Scared? Jealous? These are VERY different emotions and might give you a hint about the reason behind your feelings.

Could your feelings be because you don't like the girlfriend as a person, and nothing to do with the queerness of the relationship? Maybe she's just...not very fun to be around and that makes you feel negatively?

Alternatively, could it be because you miss your friend in a platonic way, and you just want to go back to how things are? And your feelings are manifesting in this way?

I'm going to VERY gently suggest one last option, and I want you to know that I'm not trying to push you to feel this way, it's just one possibility. All of the other options have equal possibility. But based off of some of the things you said, could it also be that you are a bit jealous of the girlfriend in a more romantic way? It certainly doesn't HAVE to be this reason, but it's something to think about.

I think you need to think about all of these questions and reflect on the basis for your feelings. No matter WHY you are feeling this way, it's clear that you care about your friend and you want to work this out, so I wouldn't call you homophobic. At most, I would say maybe you need to adjust to being around queer couples. Good for you for putting in the effort to ask about your feelings and educate yourself. You seem like a great friend <3 <3 <3