#i swear everything in that boy screamed lgbt

[jenniferdiazisatransgirl]

Random Story

Hey everyone,

So I’ve previously mentioned on here that I ran away from home when I was 17, but it is actually more complicated than how I make it sound.

Basically, when I was 15 I came out to my Mum. It wasn’t the first time I attempted to come out. My Mum shut me down angrily the first time, which took place nearly a year prior. She tried to convince me it was all in my head and that I’d grow out of it. She didn’t do this in a polite manner though. She didn’t come off as a concerned parent. She angrily yelled it at me.

When I tried coming out at 15 it was no different and I got kicked out 2 nights in a row. The first night I ended up at my grandparents’ and the second night at my Dad’s. I guess the one thing my Mum did each time was made sure I had somewhere to go each night.

Those proved temporary solutions though. My Dad sadly didn’t have the room for me to live with him and my grandparents had too close a relationship with my Mum, it was easy for her to manipulate me from there. There was a small period during my last year of high school where I lived with my grandparents and my Mum continued to manipulate me and invalidate my identity.

The situation as it was unravelling at home didn’t escape the attention of my school. I arrived at school two days in a row without school uniform and my school books when I got kicked out of home 2 nights in a row. Additionally, one of my friends outed me and so the entire student body knew. That inevitably made it up to the staff at the school.

It was a Catholic school, so I was actually pretty scared of the staff finding out. Catholic schools after all have a reputation when it comes to LGBT+ peeps. Granted, I may have made my judgements based on American Catholic schools.

I remember one day, I was in an RE lesson and we had a substitute teacher. At this point, I kinda floated between hanging with the guys and the girls and well the class had a very interesting split. The girls sat at the front section of the classroom. The guys sat in the back section. I kinda situated myself in the middle.

The guys were being idiots though and throwing stuff about the classroom and the substitute teacher said that all the boys (me included) had to stay behind and pick up the stuff that had been thrown. By this point a lot of shit had been building in my head with the home situation. Things at school were mostly okay, but being lumped in with the boys especially when I hadn’t been involved in their stupidity was the straw that broke the camels back.

I left the classroom on the brink of tears and as I entered the stairwell for my next class I just broke down crying. Two girls spotted me and escorted me to my next class, where once I was sat down a few students approached to comfort me. As our teacher entered the class, he asked what was wrong and I just said, “Everything in my fucking life is wrong.”

So he tells this lass and lad who were stood next to me, attempting to comfort me, to take me to the Bungalow. Now, the Bungalow was the place the extremely bad students went, it was where a punishment called Isolation took place which is like the next step up from Detention.

Anyway, my brain is just like, “Okay, I’m being told off for swearing at a teacher. That is what is happening.”

I was seated in a room on my own though and a few minutes later, the Key Stage 4 Pastoral Manager enters. I only knew her as the Head of Detention (not actually a role at the school) though and taking into consideration this is a Catholic school and I was in the Bungalow. The next words out of her mouth shook me to my core, “Now *deadname*, I’ve been hearing rumours about your sexuality.”

I’m not proud of it, but I was terrified of being expelled and I wanted no reason to make the situation at home worse. I screamed in fear, “I’M NOT GAY!”

She calmly went on though and said, “Don’t worry. We just want to support you.”

The school had been monitoring my situation for sometime it seemed. They had made sure most of my teachers had a need to know knowledge of whatever was going on with me, they had already spoken to my Head of Year, Headteacher and the Head of Child Welfare at the school. They were just awaiting the best time to intervene. It turns out they felt me swearing at a teacher was the best time for that and doing it in a place where they generally dealt with the worst behaved students 😂 They maybe should have thought that one out a little.

Anyway, they got a more in depth idea from me of what was going on at home and they got in touch with the local LGBT+ youth group I was attending. They also got in touch with the Local Authority and Social Services.

The 4 agencies had various meetings together and eventually decided that I could not continue living with my Mum. They agreed that I needed removing from her care. However, I also wasn’t in immediate danger. So they sought to put me into supported housing. From this point Social Services took the lead trying to get that in place.

This was a long process though and lasted into college. By the time I was in college, the team dealing with this was my college, the local authority, the LGBT+ youth group, a counsellor, my GP, a mental health professional and social services. All resoundingly on the same page, that I needed removing from my Mum’s care. Also just for you Americans reading this, college is not the same as university in the UK. University is the one with dorms and stuff. College you still tend to live with your parents. You go to college before moving onto university.

It took until the end of my first year at college and I was then eventually removed from my Mum’s care and placed in supported housing.

And this has all been building up to some utterly ridiculous. So one of the first things I had to do in supported housing, was apply for Income Support and Housing Benefits. As part of this process, you have to go to the Job Centre to discuss your claim and hand in ID, etc. And here’s the thing, to get your claim approved you have to have a “justifiable” reason for leaving home.

I explained the situation and why I had left home. They then asked if my Mum had expressly kicked me out and said I couldn’t return. When I said, “No.” She responded by saying it wasn’t a good enough reason to leave home and that I can’t just decide I don’t want to live their anymore.

This being in spite of the fact this was arranged by Social Services, the Local Authority, the LGBT+ youth group I attended, my school, my college, my GP, a counsellor and a mental health professional. She told me it wasn’t a good enough reason to leave home. When there is that level of agency support that lead to you leaving home and like, I got into supported housing via referral from Social Services.

Like it was ridiculous. I don’t know how I managed to get passed that. I know I did, as I did get my Income Support and Housing Benefits but it was kinda ridiculous.

And I know, I got extremely lucky. I had a lot of support in getting where I am today. The house I live in now, I have lived in since I was 18. I know a lot of LGBT+ young people still end up homeless.

I actually do help people where I can too. One of my roommates ran away from home when they were 18. Like me they are trans and don’t have accepting parents. Knowing the process they’d be faced with, I offered them my spare bedroom. They’ve now lived here 7 years.

The thing I was sorta building up to was being told that leaving home due to homophobia and transphobia from my Mum was apparently not a good enough reason to leave home though. Especially given the multi-agency support I had to leave home, that struck me as ridiculous.

[as-ben]

My gaydar just blown up

[janiedean]

Antis are in the r*dfem cult too and it's sad how almost half of an entire generation of young queer people got recruited into that

I mean... the problem is that they infiltrated a lot of spaces when they should have been shut off since the beginning and I really just hope people wake up to how toxic and generally shit they are at some point never mind that they're nowhere near progressive, but the fact that it happened is bad and the thing is that... basically anti-ism and terfism have an entire list of shit in common starting with wanting people to conform to whatever they think is the correct way of thinking, being antikink, being anti sexwork, othering anyone who tells them they're wrong, discouraging critical thinking and mostly wanting to police what people are allowed to like or not, and like that's why all those dumbass posts that were around ages ago like 'ah op was a terf so I'm cp-ing from them so that they don't get traffic' were like the most fucking stupid thing in existence

because like sorry if I go into a rant here but point is: you can't steal stuff from a terf and presume to repost it as an opinion you share because guess what you're still sharing a rdfem opinion which is most likely not harmless - what is going to cp posts from terfs saying all men are a scum of the earth going to accomplish? it's a shit rdfem opinion that you should criticize because it comes from that side of the fence, and it's not like you can say 'ah I disagree with rdfems about trans women/trans people/being gender critical but they're right on everything else' because just that means that automatically they're cutting out of the list of ppl they care of everyone that's not a rich cis(het) mostly white woman and I put (het) in the brackets because then they preach political lesbianism and go around saying wanting to be with men is being brainwashed by the patriarchy and like... that's not a thing you can pick and choose. it's shit thinking. it's like that time I argued with one who said that going back to separate gender schools would be super feminist bc apparently girls performed better in a same gender environment and boys performed worse so it would bridge the gap in society and like

that just shows you don't know how a sexist society works bc if society is sexist it doesn't matter if a woman is more competent than a man I mean didn't the 2016 us election teach ppl anything

separated genders schools means that you don't interact with ppl of the opposite gender your age regularly every day until you're 18 and like... not to be that person but if you don't have friends of the opposite gender then how are you gonna interact with the opposite gender when you're in university? like... all these people say men should be more understanding of women but how can they if they don't talk to any that are not related to them?

where do you send trans ppl in this scenario?

what about lgbt people in general surrounded by possibly homophobic/transphobic classmates?

also those schools tend to be private in general so what if someone can't afford it?

like basically such a thing only favors (in theory) girls who are well-off, not lgbt and I dare say not non-good looking bc I can swear an all-girls school if you don't conform to whatever's the ideal is not the place you wanna spend thirteen years of your life, but hey that's feminist! because we said so! and it sounded good! yeah no, it's not feminist it's like dumbass 50s rhetoric dressed to sound feminist and it's the same for all terf crap - like you can scream that you don't like surrogacy how much you want and it's a thing that should be discussed/regulated, but someone telling me surrogacy is a travesty bc 'motherhood is a fundamental part of femininity' which is what terfs say about it means implying that if you're not a mother you're not a full woman and that if you want to be a surrogate you shouldn't which in one go negates body autonomy (bc surrogacy is also that if someone chooses to do it out of their own free will) and says that any woman who can't have children or doesn't want to isn't a whole woman, which... they might think it's a clever way to say trans women aren't women, except it cuts off each single cis woman who's sterile, every single cis woman who like doesn't want to have kids and on top of that sounds like victorian age bullshit bc what the fuck we spend the entire 20th century making the point that having children was a choice and a woman wasn't useless if she didn't have any and in 2021 we're sprouting this? like fuck that, and let's not even go into the antikink stuff because saying that if you like something in bed then the patriarchy influenced you OR it means you're not okay or whatever then it turns into whatever crap antis say about ppl being sick in the head for writing kink which is like not anything that makes any sense whatsoever and guess what you get sucked in like that and then you turn into the kind of idiot who agrees with trump/the american right wingers that you should have guards at public bathrooms to make sure trans ppl don't access the one of their gender and like.... sure, as a woman I feel so much more threatened by a trans woman using the stall next to me than by idk a guard feeling me up to make sure I'm a cis woman before I can use the bathroom, suuureeee /sarcasm

tldr: terfism is backwards right wing ideology dressed up as feminism and that people fell for it like this is a disgrace but I'm nowhere near suprised that terfs ended up recruiting antis or that antis ended up being terfs, bc it's the same kind of bullshit thinking and if you don't wonder why you're sharing the ideas of someone whose ideas you technically loathe then good luck not getting sucked in into cults like that :/

[migleefulmoments]

"No one will ever convince me he made that statement, and if you listen to his ACTUAL words about that, he didn’t say he wouldn’t take any more LGBTQ roles." Darren literally said that the gay community would have his head if he took another gay role but somehow to tinhats like Cassie, that means the next role he takes will be a gay character. I guess Darren meant that he knows the gay community will try to murder him, but he has faith in his ability to avoid their attempts. They're such freaks.

When they make grandiose and sweeping statements like this, I feel the full weight of the disinformation campaign they all embrace. Cassie claims “When you listen to his actual words…he didn’t say he wouldn’t take any more LGBTQ roles” so we have to see if she’s telling the truth or she’s manipulating reality in order to soothe their anxiety and allow them to easily fetishize the gay version of Darren. 

What did Darren say? (You can read the entire Bustle piece (X))

“There are certain [queer] roles that I’ll see that are just wonderful,“ Criss explains when we speak at a recent event for Clorox’s What Comes Next in New York, a few days after he returned from an overseas tour with his Glee co-star Lea Michele. ”But I want to make sure I won’t be another straight boy taking a gay man’s role.“Although Criss says it’s “been a real joy” playing queer characters like Blaine, Cunanan, and Hedwig in the Broadway musical Hedwig and the Angry Inch, he now doesn’t feel comfortable taking those roles, which is “unfortunate,” he says. “The reason I say that is because getting to play those characters is inherently a wonderful dramatic experience,” he adds. “It has made for very, very compelling and interesting people.”

One of the reasons they claim they don’t think Darren said the words is because they claim that print interviews are fake: 

12/18/18  ajw720 answered: 

I would like to see a video as well, nonnie, as I don’t actually think he said any of this shit. Print articles are never, ever to be trusted. They are generally fabricated.  

If you recall nonnie, D himself called out an article earlier this year (it may even be the one referred to in this piece of crap) for taking a quote of his out of context about his Filipino Heritage, likely as he was sick of being called white repeatedly.  Fact is, while he is able to correct the “white” narrative, he, at this time, is not able to correct the straight narrative so he can’t even defend himself when this utter nonsense is published in his name.

First of all print articles aren’t generally fabricated and most CAN be trusted if you vet them properly. Claiming  “ALL print articles are fabricated”- and therefore not to be trusted is a perfect cctrope because it gives them the out they need to label everything they don’t like-every single quote, every single story, and every single description as fake news. It’s the perfect strategy for ignoring everything Darren talks about that proves he isn’t Blarren- all the puns and sexual innuendos, all the crude comments, all the sweet things he says about Mia or his sexuality. All they have to do is remind their followers that it was in a print article and Woosh- it’s invalid. Trump is doing the same thing with his base-he’s grooming them to believe that the media is dangerous and that everyone fabricates stories about him. He calls them “the enemy of the people” so when the. NYT proves he laundered money for years through the Russian mafia or that he actively cheated during the 2016 election and is trying to cheat in 2020, his base will scream “fake news” and threaten to go all 2nd amendment on the rest of us.  

Once again Abby uses something to prove her point but misses the fact that it actually proves she’s full of shit- Darren did push back on the interview where he was misquoted regarding his Filipino heritage but he hasn’t pushed back on any other interview he’s ever given. We can see he’s capable of pushing back, he’s interested in making sure he is quoted accurately and yet we’ve seen no other example- the reasonable conclusion is that is because the other interviews weren’t misquoted.    

e Bustle piece and understand that he said he will no longer play LGBTQ characters. It’s clear that Darren has a far deeper understanding of the issue than Cassie and Abby.  Splitting hairs and claiming he didn’t specifically say he would never play a bisexual or trans character is stupid. What Cassie and Abby are missing in the article is this paragraph:

This conversation about straight actors being cast in gay roles is about more than just LGBTQ actors losing out on Oscars, of course. It’s about Hollywood missing an opportunity to embrace new talent who would better serve these stories. And over the years, actors like Criss have become more sensitive to these types of concerns. The Versase star understands that there is an added honesty to actor getting to play characters who share their identities. “The commitment to that drama is told in such a way that it can really effectively reach people’s lives,” Criss says. “I think that really is important.”

Abby gets her wish- there is an audio recording of him making this statement-albeit it was 4 months prior to the Bustle interview and he seems to have evolved his understanding of the importance of representation in those 4 months. In the Hollywood Reporter interview he said:  

“….But I do think about that now, you know, if roles come by that are LGBT leaning - I really think it would be insensitive to the gay community if I were to take another role. I think they’d have my head. You know, I would totally understand that. So I’m certainly cognizant of it. And while it is very tricky, I think the discussion and the questioning is really really important. And I think it’s good that we’re uncertain and I hope that we can find some kind of balance.” -Darren Criss, 8/26/18 

I am an idiot and can’t remember how I got the audio portion of the interview on to my blog so I have to refer you to my old post if you want to hear Darren say the words (X). 

I think you are correct- Darren is well aware the gay community will kill him but he doesn’t care because he has superpowers. 

EDIT** I found this charming comment from Chrisdare who is a “journalist” yet she knows nothing about journalism. I got in an argument with her once and she schooled me that journalists aren’t educated.and will say anything a publicist tells them too.  Whatever, Valentina,  Google should be your friend.     

Anonymous asked: It wouldn’t matter if you saw a video because you wouldn’t believe it anyway. You would say he was being forced to say it. Fact is CCers haven’t believed a thing

ajw720 answered:I believe many things nonnie. I also have a deep and fundamental understanding about hollywood works nonnie and that is something you clearly lack.

Further, if D was straight, i believe he would never allow them to portray him as an asshole.  D is an incredibly intelligent human being, he knows exactly how negatively the straight push reflects on him. and frankly, it would not be necessary if he exclusively slept with female persons with vaginas.

Have a nice life living in delusionville.    

chrisdarebashfulsmiles JCS shut the f** up. 

When we talk about articles and how they are made we talk about facts. I hate when you come here busting balls on professional stuff when you don’t know anything. You can’t even imagine all the shit we do as journalist

It’s not a matter of cc but the fact they are ruining D’s life and career. And if you are a fan you need to start opening your eyes and stop being an enabler. I swear you should feel guilty when he will come out because you helped keeping him in the closet.

Talk about dellusionville! 

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chrisdarebashfulsmiles  Because there’s a power of attorney that allows RR and Ab to do so. To say something D has to prove that the article is harmful and he has to do it through a legal action. And this means breach of contract with all it entails like the two years of stop from signing an anything.

That IS NOT how “power of attorney” works.  But nice try- 10 points for originality and imagination! 

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Anonymous asked: An article you should read to help you understand how journalism works .tinyurl/com/y9s49tms. German Reporter At Der Spiegel Fired for Fabricating Stories “On A Grand Scale”. “I’m so angry, horrified, shocked, stunned,” Der Spiegel deputy foreign editor Mathieu von Rohr tweeted Wednesday. “Claas Relotius faked, he cheated on us all.” Journalists can’t just make up stories or publish falsities no matter how much you want to believe that is happening in Hollywood.

chrisdarebashfulsmiles answered: It’s amazing how is crystal clear that you never worked in a magazine or in a PR firm. I work since 2004 and I don’t need an article… I know how it works. We aren’t talking about WSJ and serious stuff. We are talking about gossip and showbusiness so don’t try to be smug because you are failing.

Have nice day/ night wherever you are. :) it’s evening here and I’m enjoying my free time.

bjpb8 Oh, my gosh who is this person. People thrive on gossip and “Rags”. IT SELLS. First begain with papers like En/quire, The Globe, etc. Then spread to SM with blinds. You think other magazines and papers do not want to make money. Everyone prints what sells depending on audiences. Embellishment is part of the trade. They want to catch your interest, which feeds right into what PR wants to sell! Tts a sybiotic relationship at best! It is just some are more talented at making what sounds like truth out of lies. Its called entertainment. You might want ro “read” about it.

The author of the Bustle interview has a master’s degree in journalism from CUNY New York so it is more like the wall street journal than it is the “website” you work for Valentina. Journalists have a degree in journalism.  Anyone can be a blogger - you’ve proved that. 

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D/arren did not write that post! (X) 

12/19/18

ajw720 I have enough faith in Dar/ren Cri/ss personality and his respect and love for his fans to know that the comments attributed to him were not his.  I’ve seem this happen before…I’m sure many of you have, also.  Darr/en is stuck between a rock and a hard place right now.  When he finally writes a memoir about this time, he will let us know about his anquish, anger and remorse.  If one is a TRUE CC and Dar/ren fan, after years of roller-coaster rides via PR, et al…I will continue to take the advice of the person that runse THIS SITE.  “Trust the process…”

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@geminess We have to trust the process and believe that C and D are working hard towards an ending to this absolute tragedy that is legally clean and does not jeopardize either of their careers.  

I believe in them, I cannot accept that D would ever willingly choose to represent himself in this manner and to continue this nightmare of a charade surrounded by utterly and completely vile, disgusting human beings.

Please, please, please may we be right.  I cannot repeat enough there is no alternative ending that is acceptable but D breaking free by ending this sham of an encage, severing ties with his inhumane team, and eventually coming out.  

And yesterday proved once again just how frightening the alternative is.  I would fear for his career and his life.  And it baffles and amazes me that anyone watching, even if you believe he is the straightest man alive, cannot see how harmful that article was.  It was like he used the LGBT+ community to win his awards and is now ready to dismiss them.

(X) 12/19/18

Anonymous asked: On the bright side, this means we’re coming to the end right?

ajw720 answered: Anon, we honestly don’t know, but we can only hope. If D extends his time with these assholes, it will be very ugly for him personally and professionally.

But logic seems to say that this article, the literally offends every fan but the blind and naive, is wholly unnecessary if in fact they are going to continue a professional relationships. And it did not just the fans, think about how many award voters they offended yesterday with that utter piece of crap.

Absolutely and utterly unreal. Hard to believe they are able to get away with working against their client at every turn.

Logic? One thing the cc fandom has proven in the last 10 years is that they do not understand or care about logic. 

12/24/18 (X)

ajw720 It’s interesting how there are such varying opinions on the “straight boy” article. And I think it comes down to 2 questions:

1. Do you believe D is a willing participant in his closeting?

2. Do you believe he actually said what the article alleges?

My answer to both is a resounding no (though he will be forced to validate the comments) and I have good reason to think this. But I certainly see why ones perspective is different if you answer one or both as yes.

This being said, no matter your answers to the above, I don’t see how it can be justified that he would dismiss b/laine in such a manner. And the timing, because I still think it makes him look like an ass and /or a coward as awards are voted for playing queer. And to repeat, I don’t think he should play queer again until his team is dismissed, so I’m not disagreeing with the premise, just the manner it was done, which again, I believe was without his consent.

Not posting to start a fight. Everyone is entitled to an opinion. I clearly am not afraid to state mine, which is very reasoned and based on a lot of information I’ve collected.

Just interesting that some very intelligent people, all of whom believe he’s closeted, can vary so much in what they believe.

[whorizcn]

hello everyone !! because i made a list of a few of my favorite writeblrs, i decided to pick out some of my favorite wips and share them with you all!! so without further adieu, here are some of my favorite wips at the moment !! (aka me poorly describing my current fav wips in hopes you’ll check them out and love them all as much as i do)

@penkai | IMMINENT

a horror with poc and lgbt+ leads!!

i love all of the characters so much?? they’re all FANTASTIC!

a bunch of teens are celebrating their graduation at a party/sleepover when, GASP! their house is broken into by a serial killer and they all have to try not to die. ICONIC!

it gives me such halloween && scream vibes and i am 100% here for it

if you like horror and thrillers i’d HIGHLY recommend imminent, also kai is so nice and i love them.

     Late into the night, when everyone's settling down to go to bed, things seem like they're going just fine

     "Hey, wait...who left the door open?"

@latrantem | THOSE WHO TEMPT FATE

a dark academia, thriller AND paranormal wip (we love that)

i love hugo gianfranco with my entire heart

dylan’s writing is OUTSTANDING

want a book that features manipulation, toxic masculinity, deceit, cults, and immortality? it’s all right here baby

a fantastic wip that i think everyone should check out!!

also, dylan is so sweet?? so please go and support them!

     Five students. Five murders — Engelmann University hides a sinister secret, one uncovered by the wrong group of students; students with an insatiable thirst for power, notoriety, and wealth.

@jugularss​ | FREAK

a psychological thriller wip by the lovely addie

this wip is so interesting! it gives off a wonderfully creepy vibe and i’m so excited to learn more about it!

freak explores mental health and sociopathy, which i’m 100% here for! the synopsis for freak is so interesting and the protagonist has a lot of mystery surrounding her! i highly recommend going and checking out freak cause i love it with all of my heart.

     Young, dependant, fragile.

     That’s what they see her to be, the accomplished model student, She feels thats what they NEED her to be. Their wish is her command, but what they don’t know wouldn’t scar them.

@holotones​ | DEADSHOT

a sci-fi, western, post-apocalyptic wip that is so fucking good it makes me wanna scream

i love myrah so much?? also, sal and lukas are the cutest and i would die for them

haeji’s worldbuilding is EXCELLENT and everything about deadshot is *chef kiss* amazing

30% of humans are sent out to live on a planet called aerope and things are going great. that is until two large pulses tear through aerope, destroying everything the humans built, and taking down communication with earth. our protagonist is a boy who wakes up with zero recollection of his name, his age and has no idea what’s going on or where he is. a group of raiders find him, name him, approximate his age and together they work together to figure out what is going on.

it’s so fucking GOOD! i described it so poorly but i highly recommend everyone go and check it out! the worldbuilding and characters are out of this world and i love it with my entire heart

     He’ll survive long enough to realize that there’s something gargantuan living in the bowels of aerope, and maybe - just maybe, he’ll survive long enough to get all these walking corpses off of this godforsaken planet.

@emdrabbles​ | RIPTIDE

a historical pirate and fantasy wip 

features a fantastic cast of poc and lgbt+ characters, all of which are all so well written and fleshed out that it blows me away. also, lyra could kick me in the teeth and i’d thank her. 

lyra de la cruz is a pirate captain who, seven years ago, proposed to her ex, maria with a promise to love and hold her forever. so it’s a mystery why one day lyra left maria with nothing so she could go live a life of piracy. one day, lyra’s navigator goes missing and lyra finds a pretty note signed xoxo maria. lyra is forced to face the past and a simple rescue mission turns into a big ol’ ordeal as lyra and her crew begin to grow ansty for the truth

it’s so good? like oh my god? the talent, the FLAVOR, the creativity. i could never

riptide is a fantastic wip that everyone should check out and shower with love and support!!

     Lyra De La Cruz has only ever loved one person.      And she’s going to be the death of her.

@apollchiles​ | GOD’S BREATH

one of my faves! god’s breath is a fantasy wip that has some of the best worldbuilding i’ve ever seen?? like holy shit

the worldbuilding in god’s breath is OUTSTANDING! the mythology, the locations, the characters, the history behind the houses. all of it is amazing and everyone should go check it out

also the edits alice makes for this wip are so good?? like i swear it’s illegal for someone to be that talented

if you’re into fantasy and you’re looking for a high-quality fantasy wip, i highly recommend you check god’s breath out! it’s one of my all-time favorite wips!

     Get rid of people who know too much. And never trust anyone more than yourself. It’s time to stop being innocent. It’s time to start your reign.

@vandorens​ | TRAHISION

a dark academia thriller wip (cause i’m a whore for a good dark academia)

azka is so talented y’all it’s crazy

has some of the best characters i’ve ever seen and her character names are all so good like?? teach me your ways, please

one drunken night a bunch of students all decide to pursue immortality (as you do) until one day, GASP! a student turns up DEAD! now our dear protag has to question how well he actually knows those around him

i love this wip with my entire heart and i HIGHLY recommend it to everyone! 

      Because after all, cheating death does come at a cost.

also, guys lmk if the links are working and whether or not you were notified, cause i’m worried the linkes got messed up somehow. love u all !!

[cartooness]

Bby Lav AU

OKAY SO

ME AND MY LOVE @thefearanddespair CAME UP WITH THIS AU LIKE 2 WEEKS AGO AND I JUST REALIZED I NEVER TRULY POSTED IT SO HERE IT IS. WARNING IT’S HELLA LONG.

PINK HOLY SHIT

 WHAT IF EVERYONE FOUND LAV AS A TODDLER

 INSTEAD OF BEING 14, SHE'S 4

 EVERYTHING IS THE SAME EXCEPT SHE'S 10 YEARS YOUNGER

 AS WELL AS ALL THE FRIENDS

 DECAN SINGS LULLABIES

 SHE IS ALWAYS HOLDING SOMEONE'S HAND

 PIGTAILS

 “The moon sings me to sleep every night”

“The MOON?”

“Yeah! He’s very nice, I love Moon uncle”

Lav to a friend as a 4yr old bby

 And she makes friends with mason when they're 7!!

 Super childhood friends to lovers

 Y E S

 And she's always sleeping in someone's room. She doesn't like being alone

 There is always a child's blankey in all the rooms for whenever she wants to sleep with someone

 Someone- Oh can I schedule an appointment on this day?

Hadley- Oh I'm so sorry but that day is taken. I can put you for... a week from now?

Someone- Alright.

 Hadley was actually just rocking lav to sleep.

 SO CUUUTE

 UMBRELLA DAD. THEY'RE TRUE DADS NOW. ALL OF THEM.

 LAV IS STILL POWERFUL AF

 Father’s Day is a BITCH for her lmao

 Ok so she's at like Vivi's house or apartment whatever, and she drops her off at HQ, and there's a giant roll of easel paper, taller than bby lav, with all her dad's on there

 AND THEY'RE TRYING NOT TO CRY

 Or failing in Decan’s case.

 Bby Lav gets a hold of Hadley’s umbrella wand.

Hijinks ensue.

 >:)))))))))

 ÒwÓ

 Otto has to literally YEET Hadley into the fucking sky to grab her, grab the wand, and float safely to the ground again.

 LMAOOOO

 Hadders- Othello. Throw me.

Otto- Um??

Hadders- JUST DO IT

 And then they’re floating down, and Hadley’s cradling the Bby in one arm, holding his umbrella up with the other.

 Like Eclipsa with Meteora lmao

 Y E S. I M LOVE

 If Lav can ever teleport, she and Decan could do the thing Glimmer and Angella do in that last episode of season 3.

 You know, the teleport and catch thing.

 SHE CAN. SHE CAN TELEPORT

 Decan flying after her and catching her and all that in his winged form. Or even Otto doing that!

 Y E S

 Hadley is subsequently freaking the fuck out on the ground.

 PLAYTIME WITH FUN PAPAS

 WITH WORRIED MOM

 “PUT HER DOOOOOWWWWWN!”

Otto proceeds to blow him a rather Loud raspberry lmao

 AND LAV GIGGLING LIKE CRAZY, "AGAIN, AGAIN!!!"

Otto- you heard the little lady!! Again!

 Hadley: “ARE YOU ACTUALLY JOKING ME???”

And Otto blows another raspberry. And makes a rather crude joke.

And Hadley is jusT O F F E ND

 LAV IS A VERY ACTIVE BABY

 THEY'RE ALWAYS CHASING HER THROUGH THE HOUSE OR AT PARKS AND STUFF.

 HER KITTY EYES ARE MORE IRRESISTIBLE THAN BEFORE.

 SHE STILL HAS BEANS AND PURRING

 Hadley: *Bitching at Otto*

Otto: “PBBPPBRBTBRBRPT!! Jeeez, Hadley, all that hot air you’re blowin’ is contagious, crack a window wont’cha?”

Hadley: *Pterodactyl screeching*

 LMAOOOOO

 Hadders- BUT MY BABY DOWN BEFORE I BEAT YOUR BUTT!!

Decan- MAKE US.

 Otto- SHE'S OUR BABY TOO, YA KNOW!

 Meanwhile Lav is enjoying the silly stuff her papas are fighting over and is thrilled of being tossed around. XD

 Decan’s just laughing and twirling and stuff. He’s all just “It’s fiiiiiine!”

 :OOOOOO

LAV IN KINDERGARTEN SHOWING ALL THE KIDS HER BIG ASS EXTENDED FAMILY.

 Lav’s presence just screams ‘Gay Rights’ to all the other little kids.

 Even if not all of the parents agree.....

They get told off

 Lav- And this is all my papas!! They all love each other very much.

The teacher- Lavender, sweetie, did you say that your "papas" all.... love each other?

Lav- Yeah!! Daniel and Cecil love each other. Decan and Otto love each other. Lewis, Vivi, and Arthur love each other. Merlin and Quentin love each other. And Percy and Hadley don't have love yet.

The teacher- *grimace*

Some kid- You're dad's are all *insert slur here*!!!

Lav- Stop, that's mean!!

Some kid- No it's not, it's true!!

And he gets shoved out if his desk.

And poor bby lav comes crying when they pick her up, explaining how all the kids made fun of her and her family.

 Hadley then calls in to the office when he picks her up from school that day.

 He has a few words XD

 A few.....very polite, very CHOICE words.

 And then he’s like to Lavender.

“Now, I’m not one to spoil children, but I do believe that an ice cream....or two....is warranted at a time like this.”

And that means a lot when HADLEY’S the one doing the treating. The responsible, rule-driven and sometimes strict parent.

 YES BIG LOVE.

 “Just....don’t tell anyone else. They’ll have me strung upon a wall, or....thrown in the stocks.”

Very old fashioned boi lmao

 Lav, a good girl, - Okay Papa Hadley!

 And she proceeds to eat two scoops of peaches and cream ice cream.

 Adorable.

 I know!!

AND COULD YOU IMAGINE? BABY MASON?

 They're in the same first grade class and they're table buddies!!!

 They probably have play dates all the time!!

 AND SHE MAKES HIM THINGS OUT OF MAGIC SOMETIMES

 7 year old Lav- Mason, Mason!!! Look what I can do!! *makes a pinecone out of magic*

7 year old Mason- :OOO THAT'S SO COOL LAV!!!!

 This is way too fucking cute, I can’t.

 Mason, showing his pinecone to Kyle, then Nicole, - NICKY, LOOK WHAT LAV MADE ME!!!!

Pre Transition Kyle- Woah! That's so cool!!!

Mason - I'm gonna keep it in my box of special things, where it'll be safe!!!

 BBY LAV PLAYING WITH OTTO AND DECAN’S NON-HUMAN PARTS?

Pointy ears, Tails, Wings, Dec’s Horns, Otto’s Fangs

 YES YES YES SHE WOULD

 “Woooow! You’ve got weally big teeth, Papa Otto!”

Or

“You have vewwy pwetty wings Papa Decan!”

 And they’re just....melting.

 I'M LOVE I'M LOVE

 OR PLAYING WITH DANIEL AND CECIL HAIR. OR ANYONE'S HAIR IN GENERAL

 Hadley’s super long and thicc hair lmao

 Y E S

 One day, Hadley's hair is just. Covered in hair accessories.

 And lav says to keep them in all day. And so he does.

 And it takes like half an hour to take all of them out lmaooo

 WHEN OTTO COMES HOME FROM LIKE TRAINING OR SOMETHING AND HE'S ALL BEAT UP, LAV AND DECAN CLEAN UP HIS WOUNDS, BUT LAV PUTS LIKE PRINCESS BAND AIDS ON ALL THE SCRATCHES AND STUFF.

Someone- Why do you have... girly band aids all over you?

Otto- the doctor said I had to keep these on and if I take them off I will die.

 He’s sitting in a chair, like, grumbling as Cecil and Daniel have to take them out.

ALSO ABSOLUTELY HE WOULD DO THAT!

 Big Masculine Buff Man.

Princess Bandaids. And they’re, like, his pride and joy.

 Awwww!!

 Best part of getting beat up. Lav gives him the Princess bandaids. He says they make him look badass.

Proud Papa.

 Cecil’s a fashion designer.

Bby fashion.

 :OOOOOOOOOOOO

 I D E A S

 YOU KNOW HOW LAV LIKES TO BE COMFY? SHE PROBABLY HAS A BUNCH OF CUTE SWEATERS THAT SHE WEARS ALL THE TIME

 ALL HER DADS LOVE HER TO BITS AND YOU WILL DIE IF YOU MESS WITH THEIR SHARED BABY GIRL

OMG. PARENT TEACHER CONFERENCE THINGS.

 GASP. LAV LEARNING ABOUT THE LGBT COMMUNITY. SHE'S 4 INSTEAD OF 14 WHEN SHE LEARNS.

 Also YES all of that is über wholesome

 Otto goes and when people are, like, homophobic or whatever, he sorta lounges back, feet on the table, and does his sorta ‘Blow-Raspberry-Fart-Jokes’ routine that he loves so much at all the other people and they’d be like ‘Honestly this is an grown-up affair, why don’t you act your age you disgusting slob of a man’ and he’s just like ‘Really? Then why don’t y’all stop acting like a bunch of whiny children, whining about the 21st century? Then maybe I’ll treat y’all like adults and this meeting like something important. (Otto is the king of Fart Jokes lmao. He’s a big old child.

And terribly dad-like like that. It’s just one of the truths about him.)

 OMG IMAGINE MASONDER

 Okay so, they're both like, 12 I guess, and it's Lavender's birthday, and Mason gives her like, a really cute stuffed animal, and she Instantly Loves, and she gives him a big hug and a peck on the face.

 Cue awkward silence

 Everyone sees.YES EXACTLY

 Big old moment.

Baby’s First Kiss

 Mason, not knowing what to do, just returns the favor.

 And Lav is almost about to DIE FROM HER MASSIVE BLUSHING.  Mason's fucking. Avoiding all eye contact with everyone, and it's a very uncomfortable silence.

 And finally Lav breaks the silence by grabbing his face and kissing him.

EVERYONE IS LOSING THEIR SHIT

 Hadley, in the back of the room,

"IS THIS ALLOWED!?!?!? IS THIS ALLOWED!?!?!?

Emotional Moment.

And the supposedly steel-hearted Hadley finally breaks down crying. All that internal emotion becomes external emotion.

(And his makeup gets smudged, and it’s all crazy and emotional.)

Otto fucking SCOOPS Lavender up into his big, hairy arms and hugs her. All “HELL YEAH GIRL! How’d it feel!? What was it like?! I know he’s not as good a kisser as D-EEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAKKKK-an, but STILL!” He had that emotional bat-screech moment.

And Decan’s just a blubbering mess. All proud Daddy style. They grow up so fast and all that.

 Mason- ARE YOU ALL OKAY?!?! AM I IN TROUBLE?!?!

Vivi just cheers. Mama Bear style.

 And Lewis is all

"I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU HURT HER IN ANYWAY I WILL BREAK YOU: Mason, scared,- Y-yes sir. I'll um, I'll be good, I promise.

Hadley’s like that too. But a lot less overt.

And a lot more shadow-over-the-face serious.

 He pulls Mason aside for Tea, and has a full on discussion with him over it. Making for DAMN sure he knows what he’s getting into, and making damn sure that Mason has no intention of in any way fucking around and breaking her heart.

 Mason, at the end of it all,- Yes, sir, I understand. Am I free to go?

Hadley - Yes. But remember, I'm always watching. *does that I've got my eyes on you tea sip thing*

And he IS!

 The following week, Hadley pulls aside Lav and asks all about her and Mason. Plot twist is that he KNOWS. And is testing to see whether or not she reproduces what he’s already seen. To test wether or not she’s lying. And if she IS, Mason told her to lie and he’s bricked.

He’s terribly cunning like that.

 The following week, Hadley pulls aside Lav and asks all about her and Mason.

 Lav- Aw, I'm glad you asked! He's so cute, that Button. Anyway, we've been eating lunch together and we shared a cookie, um, we held hands a lot, what else, um, please don't be um, mad, but, um, we kinda..... fell asleep together while you were at work.

Hadders- Oh I know.

Lav- What?

Hadley: Lavender, Darling, you should know by now. I make it my business to know everything. The surname ‘Trivia’ doesn’t come for free.

He could easily pull an Eclipsa and cast some sort of All-Seeing-Eye.

Hadley doesn’t see limits when he’s protecting someone. He’s willing to go as far as it takes.

 Lav- Are you mad at me? I mean, we weren't doing anything, like, BAD, but still, if you don't want us to do that we'll stop.

 H: On the contrary! I’m very happy with you. You passed the test.

I was watching you both. The whole time. And I wanted to be sure that he hadn’t convinced you to lie to me if you were asked. Or, heaven forbid, you lie on your own will. And you didn’t lie at all!

Lav- Oh. Uh, cool! I guess! Also, he is a very good cuddle partner. Just thought I'd say that. Also his hair is really soft and it's fun to play with. And- *proceeds to ramble on about Mason lol*

 Hadley then just sorta sits down and conjures some coffee for himself.

She's in love, Hadley!!!! Yep lol

 And Ashley, on the other hand, is listening to a very happy mason go on about Lavender and it's adorable. He announced to Kyle (he had just transitioned) over the house phone about his new relationship with Lav and Kyle's so happy for him and, of course, teases a bit, but asks for all the details.

 They're Those (tm) friends who love info dumping about things they're passionate about.

Omg, imagine Lav going on and on about Mason to Decan and Otto. They’re just sorta babbling with her. Otto TRIES to give relationship advice but he’s just.... Terrible, it’s terrible advice lmao. He’s just trying.

And Decan’s laughing his li’l head off.

Decan, fanboying,- Oh my goodness, Peaches!! You guys are so CUTE!!!!! When's the wedding~~~

Lav- DECAN!!!!!! Ò//////Ó

 Decan - I'M JOKING. *mostly anyway, they still get married after college graduation*

 O: “K, you gotta try and outsmart him into letting you kill him! But you’ll find as you go that you’re actually falling for him and he’s falling for you too and it goes from there! And you can win him over with pick-up lines or fart jokes or by rapping for him as he sings along and I got notebooks for that sorta stuff if ya-“

D: *While laughing* “Otto, darling, c’mmoooooonnn! That advice sucks, not everybody falls for that crude humour and personality like I did, you know!”

O: “Psh! Oh yeah! Watch her try it and watch it work like a charm!”

D: “Oh yes, a charm, indeed.~ If your ‘embrace your inner animal’ way works then naturally my way would happen next, wouldn’t it? Soften you to mush and then claim that mush as mine.”

O: “Oh, ya li’l SCAMP! GET IN HERE!”

*Otto then proceeds to pull Decan in and noogie him between his horns as he laughs and kicks.*

 OMG THAT'S SO CUTE

Lav- Uhhhhh. I think I'll just. Go with the flow and maybe I'll try and kiss him again on Friday. Might bring a flavored lip gloss with me that day....

Decan- OOOH, SOMEONE HAS PLANS!!!!

Lav- DECAN, PLEASE!!!! ÒÒ///////ÓÓ

 ~~Otto got REALLY lucky finding someone as naturalist and oblivious to human sociality as Decan, let’s be honest, if ‘inner-beast’ crudeness and rude-fraternity-boy charm is his play style lmao~~

O: “Decan, we’re gonna be there and we’re gonna bring the MP3.”

D: “Love-songs, Yes? Can do.”

O: “Warm up those vocal chords!”

D: “Only if you warm up yours.”

O: “We’re gonna give them the best ambience EVER!”

D: “Historical. It shall be written down and carried down till the end of time!”

O: “HELL YEAH! VÁMONOS!”

 Lav- uh, you don't have to do that, it'll be like. Maybe after school? In the courtyard?

They’re, like, playfully pouty like ���Fiiiiiiiiiiiine.’ But really they’re just happy for her.

 God, Otto and Percy are, like, the disaster parents for Lav. Especially for Bby lav.

Otto, especially, would absolutely ADORE Lav. I can’t speak entirely for Percy but I feel like they’d love her a whole bunch, but god, Otto absolutely adores Lavender.

 AWWWWW

Big, buff, tuff, ill-mannered-gentleman Vamp Dad and his li’l goddess.

 OMG HOLY FUCK NUGGETS YOU KNOW THAT THING? WHERE IT'S TWO ADULTS AND ONE BBY IN THE MIDDLE? DECAN, LAV, AND OTTO. Y E S. OR WITH ANY COUPLE ACTUALLY. AND THEN THEY SWING BBY LAV OVER LIKE CURBS AND STUFF AND AHHHH I'M SOMFT. SO CUUUTE!!!! OOH IN THIS AU, MASON AND LAV ARE STILL HELLA CUDDLY AND SNUGGLY. Gonna stop doing all caps lol. Anyway, masonder happens a bit earlier, but they've been friends for like 5 years at the time they are a Thing, so yeah haha. They are THE cutest thing ever. Always holding hands, face holding, sharing food, small pecks on the face, all that cute stuff uwu. They're in 7th grade btw. Both 12. They're relationship is steady and lasts all throughout middle school and high school. (Yes. They are the DEFINITION of an "Endgame Ship.") And then after they do the whole college thing, they tie the knot, have a baby, and live happily ever after uwu. :P

( This next bit is from a comic I did lol)

 QUENTIN GAVE HER THE KNIFE

Otto: “LAV, YOU CAN’T HAVE A KNIFE!!!

Have a crossbow, it’s much more powerful.” “Just don’t go staking papa Otto through the chest, now! It’s bad for me!”

 Lav- Oh cool! What about a sword! I'll be careful, I promise! And Hadley’s losing his mind lol Decan: *Does the moon butterfly magic sword thing*

“Here you are!” Bby Lav-

>:OOOOOOOO I'M GONNA KILL HOMOPHOBIC PEOPLE!!!

Hadley- Lav, honey, that's illegal.

Lav- But Mx. Percy does illegal stuff all the time!! Hadley: *Scoops Lavender up and Mary-Poppins flies the fuck out* YES

And that's what we came up with lmao

[la-paritalienne]

since someone asked you to do a song by song review of nfr, would you do the same with lover?💗

ooohhhhhh gladlyyyyy! thank you so much for asking. 

i’ll be honest, there’s some songs in this album i’m completely obsessed with and some others that i don’t really like, so the review it’s bound to be less flattering than the one i did for nfr, but also i guess more interesting?? also i’m pretty sure that by listening again to the songs i’d ‘crossed out’ i’ll like them more – it’s normally like that with taylor’s songs to me, they get stuck in my head after a while. soooo, let’s get to it.

i forgot that you existed: lyrically it’s quite goooood, and it represents such a distinct feeling, ‘so nice’, as she says. i also really love the beat! strangely the thing i like less and that makes the song one of those that i’m indifferent to is the chorus. a cute opener but could have been amazing w a more poignant chorus, maybe? fave lyrics: in my feelings more than drake

6,5/10

cruel summer: KILL ME. everything in this song is just perfect. the sound, the lyrics, her voice… is gives me chills everywhere and brings me to tears. like it could be one of my favourite songs of 2019 and definitely destined to become an everlasting obsession of mine. fave lyrics: fever dream high in the quiet of the night you know that i caught it and of course i scream ‘for whatever it’s worth, i love you ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?’

100/10

lover: pure beauty. it starts sounding like a slow dance, but it also contains the iconic ladies and gentlemen part which adds a touch of fun + the the swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover, all’s well that ends well to end up with you. ughhh. it’s hard to pick a favourite line bc the lyrics are so sweet, pure, straight to the heart and i’m crying again soooo. a fave. fave lyrics: i’ve loved you three summers now honey, but i want them all. can i go where you go? can we always be this close?

10/10

the man: the beat is cool and the lyrics are super meaningful (ok she’s a white and privileged woman but still… every woman knows what it’s like to always feel like she’ll come second if a man is running too). overall it’s not my fave, again, something about the chorus i think? still a very good one. fave lyrics: let the players play, i’d be just like leo in saint tropez

7,5/10

the archer: the lyrics are really piercing, although the song didn’t stick w the first few listens… i’m listening again as i type and it’s growing on me. still not my fave, but the words are kind of blowing my mind. fave lyrics: who could ever leave me darling? but who could stay?

7,5/10

i think he knows: a fun one, cute and easy. i like the verses more than i like the pre-chorus and chorus. fave lyrics: want to see what’s under that attitude

7/10

miss americana and the heartbreak prince: this one transports me to somewhere i’ve never been. whether is veiled political commentary or a high school fairytale gone slightly sour, i adore it. fun fact: the ‘okay!’ makes me think of avril lavigne from like… my days. this one has got that sound that just gets under your skin, i feel. big yes. fave lyrics: voted most likely to run away with you

10/10

paper rings: a mega jam but also super romantic and kinda moving underneath the funky beat. the only downside for me is when he says ‘baby boy’, it makes me cringe so much gjfjfkgkgk, a shame bc otherwise this would be one of my favorites. i mean, it still is i guess but that’s my two cents! fave lyrics: i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

8/10

cornelia street: this hits hard. like… she tackles that specific kind of emotion and it feels relatable even if it’s technically not something you’ve lived but like… i guess it makes you empathise or project and just… fills your heart. fave lyrics: and baby, i get mystified by how this city screams your name, and baby, i’m so terrified of if you ever walk away 

9,5/10

death by a thousand cuts: i have to admit this is only my second time listening to this one, bc it didn’t really struck me the first time, but let’s see… the refrain is super cool and the imagery is quite strong. still not the biggest fan, i have to say. fave lyrics: i take the long way home, i ask the traffic lights if it’ll be alright, they say “i don’t know”

6/10

london boy: nothing really special about this one to me. it’s catchy tho! fave lyrics: they say home is where the heart is, but that’s not where mine lives

5,5/10

soon you’ll get better: sosososo sad and definitely moving, but not my cup of tea tbh! fave lyrics: i’ll paint the kitchen neon, i’ll brighten up the skyi know i’ll never get it, there’s not a day that i won’t try

5/10

false god: YES TO EVERYTHING. it’s one those love songs that you feel if your throat more than anywhere else. i mean, i do at least. it’s so subtly sexy and definitely not all about sex. every word hits the mark. i still do it for you / you still do it for me babe. the production, the sound… the saxophone… perfect. fave lyrics: but we might just get away with it, religion’s in your lips, even if it’s a false god

10/10

you need to calm down: look… the beat is nice, the lyrics are kind of meh (at best) but i appreciate the meaning like, the effort? i just think there were stronger singles that could have been chosen, but this one came with quite the strong marketing and video etc and at least the lgbt community was involved so, fine. fave lyrics: can you just not step on our gowns

4/10

afterglow: adore. i relate to this a lot, bc i always think i ruin my relationship by idk, talking too much, talking without thinking? but this one makes me feel like… true relationships (whether it’s love, friendship, fam) are meant to last beyond miscommunication. like, this is still very much of a love song, not a breakup song. i’m obsessed w the chorus and the bridge so so much (the bridge is the kind of thing i’d scream crying tbh), but anyway, fave lyrics: this ultraviolet morning light below tells me this love is worth the fight

10/10

me!: again, kind of a weak one to me, although not unjammable. fave lyrics: and when we had that fight out in the rain, you ran after me and called my name

5/10

it’s nice to have a friend: the purest. it’s so simple i don’t feel like listening to it 24/7 but it’s quality, imo. fave lyrics: call my bluff, call you ‘babe’, have my back, yeah, everyday, feels like home, stay in bed the whole weekend, it’s nice to have a friend

8/10

daylight: poetic, hopeful, positive. beautiful. perfect closer. fave lyrics: (the whole refrain, but): i’ve been sleeping so long in a twenty-year dark night, and now i see daylight 

9,5/10

let me know what you think, of course ♡

[storiesbeyondthestars]

Okay, so I read through a bunch of different spoiler free, S7 articles, and I’m going to give my opinions on things I read, and I did take some screenshots of different articles, so this ends up getting kind of long because I am a long-winded person. (Edit: I lied. This got super long.)

First of all, the consensus is that this season is going to be a wild one that focuses more on personal interactions and relationships, which is awesome! 

What we can see from the two above parts of an article (or a couple I can’t remember at this point where I screencapped what from -10 for research habits), is the truth we’ve always known that family is the real story behind Voltron. Lauren said it was about love. It absolutely is. I’m excited to see that this concept is really taking hold here, especially since we’ll be seeing all different kinds of love and family. 

As much as I love my ships, I love the story between everyone has a whole even more. To see this directly is going to be amazing.

Just throwing this out there, I’m like 95% sure they’re referring to Lance here. He’s easily the most sacrificial one of the team, and we know that Jeremy had a hard time voicing something because it was mostly crying. I think we found what it is.

While I’m a bit sad that the girls get pushed aside a bit, I always remember that it doesn’t mean they’re not there, not important, not doing stuff. They are. I get the feeling that they’re not going to go on the same kind of emotional journey as all the boys are this time around, which is kind of telling? 

I’m okay with Shiro not being a Paladin anymore. In fact, I think it’s the best possible thing for his character. He was the perfect leader and comfortable as a Paladin, and the best way to show what a character is made of is to put them in a situation where they’re not in their element entirely. So I am SO excited for Shiro this season.

Also, Hunk focus? Hell yeah. And my little, biased shipper heart did backflips at the last part involving Lance and Keith, though with the acknowledgement that the ‘crush or two’ thing may not at all have to do with them and it could just be about being leader and right-hand of Voltron. Plus...

I’m not quite sure I hold much value in an article that can’t spell Allura’s name right, but if Lance is a focus this season, and Allura’s not, but they show signs of a stronger bond...? 1 + 1 ≠ 2 in this case. Keep in mind, I’m not saying that Lance’s endgame isn’t Allura, I’m just saying that there’s some contradictions here.

Also while on the topic of specific characters...

I saw someone saying ‘oh look Shiro IS going to be a Paladin’. No. No he’s not. This is in reference to Season 3/4 when Shiro returning cut into Keith being Black Paladin. Of course we know the REAL Shiro wouldn’t have pushed Keith and stepped on his toes as much as Kuron did, so I think he’s going to feel bad about that. There may be a little awkwardness to it, but I think we’re going to see Shiro really actively be pushing Keith to lead, taking a step back. It’s what he wanted originally. 

I really, genuinely think that the line up for the lions with this team is final. However, it could hint towards people taking over for them in the future, or moments where they pilot other lions, but not permanently.

This is SUPER interesting. This roadtrip to Earth is going to focus a LOT on interpersonal relationships and I am HERE for that in every sense of the word. I’m very curious about the characters who’ll pull apart, since I honestly can’t see it being the core team, but that doesn’t leave much room, does it? It’s not going to be Keith and his mom. It won’t be Allura and Coran. I COULD see Shiro kind of purposely pulling himself away from the others a bit, including Keith (kind of a stepping off and ‘go be great’ thing like he did with Pidge in S1E1). These don’t HAVE to be negative things. I can’t see it being Keith and anyone, because he’s been gone for a long time from his point of view. So I don’t know.

Gimme all the matchups. Gimme Keith and everyone (since he’s been gone so long). And I genuinely mean everyone. Gimme Keith and Pidge on their field trip or something too. Don’t let them be the Zuko and Toph of the group. ALSO Hunk and Allura. I wanna see them be awesome together. Hunk, Allura, and Romelle side trip please!

Plot lines long thought abandoned. Okay, my shipper brain went towards Klance. I’m sorry, it did. My logical brain, however, says that this is not in reference to that at all. I think that might have to do with Hunk and Shay, whether to say ‘yes this is a thing’ or ‘no sorry but we’ll acknowledge this for you’.  

The second part, character development people have been hoping for with certain PaladinS. Okay, this one does scream relationship-wise to me, but it also CAN still be platonic. It really, really can. I really think this is in reference to either Lance/Keith, or Lance/Allura. And yes, it could genuinely be either one of them. 

This just is sort of reinforcing to him that they’re talking about Lance/Allura, Keith/Lance, or potentially, maybe even Keith/Allura but the last one is less likely to me (that’s the key here, because even watching through again, Keith and Allura being together romantically doesn’t make sense to me, but that’s a personal interpretation. You may very well see something I don’t.)

The way paragraph structure works is you group like things together to make a single point. If something is in the same paragraph, it should be related to other things in it. First episode in season 1 we established that Keith and Lance were going to be tied to one-another’s stories in some form. We also established that Lance was attracted to Allura (he was flirting with her). 

‘Arguably been on that path all along’. They think people are going to argue about it. It’s a romantic ship one way or another, and it has been planned since day one. No amount of screaming, threatening, or crying from a loud, small, nasty part of the fanbase has changed a thing.

I actually can’t find the article where this one came from. Now, first, we need to look at what could possibly be seen as a controversy, since that has a negative connotation to it. It’s also a very interesting word choice. Is it that the majority of the online community is going to lose their shit? Or is it the parents of kids watching it might stop and say ‘wait, what’? 

I genuinely get the feeling that this is either going to have to do with a relationship, or a personal sexuality arc. 

I think if it had to do with Shiro and Adam, they’d say it. It’s not a spoiler anymore. We KNOW they’re going to dive into it more. 

The online fandom is going to be generally super excited for LGBT+ portrayals on this show. It wouldn’t be a controversy at all to show Adashi (I like this one more because Adam called him Takashi), or for Lance to have a bi-arc.

Klance, maybe a little more-so, because shipping in general can be very touchy (if the backlash of calling Adam abusive says anything). It’s still possible though.

Also as much as I don’t want to say it, that small, loud, nasty portion of the fandom that flips out may do just that if Allura and Lance end up being a thing, but honestly, I don’t think either of these last two things would be considered a controversy.

Keep in mind, the core audience of Voltron is not teenage/adult fans online. It’s created as a family show, meaning that it absolutely is made to appeal to older and younger audiences a like, but the core audience are kids.

Kids who don’t spend time on tumblr/twitter freaking out over ship, and their parents that are going to be spending the money on merchandise.

I think many people would be excited to portrayals of LGBT+ relationships, we know that there are those parents that will swear off the show because of it. We know there are people that will scream about it ‘forcing representation in everything’ as if media content in and of itself hasn’t always been informed by political or personal opinions and issues (spoiler alert: it has). 

The ONLY thing I can think that would be considered controversial (which I don’t personally agree with but here we are) would be more LGBT+ rep. Maybe it is just Shiro and Adam’s relationship, maybe it’s Klance, maybe it’s just a bi-arc for Lance. Maybe it’s something else. 

It’s all about perspective. 

OKAY SO THIS PART. THIS PART HERE. They’re going to spend like at least a year and a half getting to Earth. Holy shit. There’s so much room for character moments here and growing together in ways that they couldn’t in the castle. The castleship was HUGE. I mean, the lions are massive and they’re always shown as teeny-tiny compared to it. There was lots of space to get away from one another. Camping in lions? Nope. All together all the time. This is absolutely Why relationships are going to be front and center.

It also means that they’ll be gone from Earth for two years at minimum. That’s insane.

Time itself playing a narrative is amazing too! I get the feeling that everyone’s going to think Voltron is gone. There are going to be aliens on Earth. They also had blueprints nad plans for Altean tech and they had examples of Galra stuff as well. People think Voltron is gone, but they’re not going to completely lose hope. In fact, Voltron will be like martyrs probably. Almost a legend again. ‘Legendary defender’. 

There was also one saying that Voltron might almost be outdated, which is wild but makes so much sense. Lotor made his own that almost beat them, after all (with Allura’s help). Haggar’s been to Oriadne too. Voltron is going to need some kind of boost in the end to go back to being the legendary defender it always was.

And finally...

LESS MOTHERFUCKING TRANSFORMATION SEQUENCE FUCK YEAH.

[emilyjunk]

baby

lobstersweettarts asked:  Can you do one about Beca going into labor with baby from chapter 15 please? It would be cute with her feeling huge and achy and sick, trying not to panic and trying to breathe thru contractions as they get ready for the hospital, while Emily goes around, being as stoic as she can for her sake, helping her to feel better rubbing her back and squeezing her hips, but also so excited. That would be cute

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Emily’s prepared for this. She’s read all the books, talked to all the right people, blogged on all the right blogs.

“Fuck fuck fuckity fuck!!”

She guesses nothing really prepares you for having a baby, though. And she’s not the one even giving birth!

“Okay, Beca, baby, just… just breathe, honey okay?”

Beca glares at her in the way only pregnant-Beca has ever glared at her, but Emily’s like, totally used to it by now. It’s been about six months since the glares started and she never really even thought they were scary, she just found them cute.

It’s a little scary now, though.

“Okay, right, yeah, you’re doing that. Mhmm.”

Beca groans, both her hands splayed against her lower back as she paces the hospital room. “This has been happening for hours. When will it be over?”

Emily’s a bit at a loss here. Beca won’t sit still long enough for Emily to do any of the things she prepared for, like giving Beca a hot compress or feeding her ice chips or those massages they learned in the LGBT-parent birthing classes they attended.

She pouts at her wife.

“Do you want me to get the midwife?”

Beca moans, looking at Emily pleadingly. “I want those drugs.”

Emily hesitates. “You wanted to try without the drugs, sweetheart, remember? And she said you were at the 6 centimeter mark last time she checked, that means we might be too close to birth for our backup drug plan.”

Beca groans again as another contraction comes on. “Motherfuckerrrrrrrrrrrr.”

Emily hurries to her side, her hands hovering helplessly around Beca’s same-size-as-Beca stomach.

“Oh my God,” Beca gasps as it ends. “Birth fucking blows.”

Emily likes to think she’s been a champ through everything. Beca is the best thing in her life, and having a baby with Beca was like, her number one wish in this whole world, so when Beca got pregnant, Emily had been determined to be the perfect partner and give Beca everything she needed.

She’d gone to the store at 2am for Beca’s sauerkraut craving. She’d rubbed Beca’s feet endlessly. She’d accompanied Beca to every doctor’s appointment, stopped drinking coffee so Beca wasn’t left out. She’d befriended all the hospital nurses and the midwife by baking them cookies so they’d be extra good to her inevitable-monster-of-a-wife when the time finally came.

(Beca had teased her about that one, joking that the nurses were going to fall in love with Emily despite her clearly pregnant wife.)

She’d been stoic through the morning sickness, calm and collected through the cravings. She’d been the supportive voice of reason whenever Beca questioned her own ability as a mom, when her emotions got the best of her and she doubted everything about herself she’d ever known for certain.

Emily was meant to play this role, to fill the slot of the perfect-pregnancy-partner.

That’s all going out the window now. As tears fill Beca’s eyes, her wife sweaty and red and in clear pain, Emily’s on the verge of a panic attack.

She’s helpless to do anything and seeing Beca hurting with such an intensity terrifies her.

She’s trying not to cry, to keep it together for Beca’s sake, but it’s so freaking hard. It takes only one more contraction with Beca contorting in pain for Emily to break.

“I’m gonna get the midwife babe, okay? I’ll be right back, I swear.”

She practically sprints out the door, intent on finding the midwife, and runs right into the woman in the hallway.

“Oh. Emily.” The midwife - Molly - smiles at her. “How’s it going in there? How’s Beca?”

“Horrible,” Emily gasps. “She wants the drugs.”

Molly looks at her knowingly, like she gets this all the time. “Emily, we discussed this, remember? You guys wanted to try it without first. We have the Demerol on hand and as a backup we have --”

“I know what we decided,” Emily interrupts. “But she’s hurting.”

“Of course.” Molly rubs her arm reassuringly. It’s just not reassuring, like, at all. “Most women who decide against the drugs start asking for them once labor begins. That’s why we decide beforehand, when the mother is in a better frame of mind.”

Emily nods. “Right, yeah I know that. But I think Beca knows now what she wants. Like she knows, okay? She knows. She knows.”

Molly gives her a placating smile. “Okay, well let’s check on her and see, okay?”

She leads Emily back into the room where Beca’s looking like the opposite of million bucks, her arms wrapped around herself tightly. Emily barely stops herself from bursting into tears.

“Hey, Beca,” Molly says. Beca just grunts,. “How you doing? I’m gonna measure you, alright?”

Molly does her thing between Beca’s legs and Emily grabs Beca’s hand (honestly more for herself than for Beca, but she’ll probably never admit that because she was supposed to be good at this, not the emotional wreck she’s currently trying to repress).

Beca squeezes her tightly when another contraction comes through, intense and violent. Emily’s fingers might have fallen off but she can’t feel them anymore so she doesn’t know either way. A sob wrenches through Beca and Emily trembles.

Stay calm, Emily. Your job is to stay calm.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu --” Beca gasps, trying to curl into herself. There are tears on her cheeks and her eyes are clenched shut.

“Um,” Emily squeaks. “See, let’s do the drugs. She wants them. Can’t you give her something?”

Molly’s shaking her head, moving to the nurse call button. “No, Emily, we --”

“Listen, I know what we planned. But I think that ship has sailed here.”

Beca’s crying harder now -- yeah, her wife, the strong, brave, stoic Beca Mitchell, is openly sobbing in front of random people -- and Emily’s about had it.

Stay calm, Emily. Stay calm!!!!!!

“Emily,” Molly says seriously. “Okay, it’s too late for that. Beca’s --”

“CAN WE PLEASE JUST GET MY WIFE THE FUCKING DRUGS?”

Everyone freezes, even the distraught Beca, staring at her. Emily’s never been anything but polite to these people, has probably hardly been anything but polite to her wife of five years, but she’s losing it here. She can’t take this.

She squares up, waiting for Molly to rip her a new one, but Molly just laughs. “That’s the spirit, Emily. But as I was saying, it’s go-time. We’re at ten centimeters. That means it’s time to push.”

Emily stares. “P-push?”

“The baby’s coming.” Molly grins as the other nurse comes in, handing her some latex gloves. “Hear that, Beca? Time to push.” Molly gives Emily a meaningful look and Emily jumps into action.

“Oh. Right. Yeah.” She leans toward Beca, her heart aching, fear and excitement and mostly fear did she say fear buzzing through her. “The baby’s coming.”

“Is it a baby or a --” Beca gasps, her face contorting “-- or a fucking bowling ball?”

Emily hears some kind of hysterical laughter that doesn’t sound like her own coming from her mouth. “I’ll make sure to check.” She brings Beca’s hand to her lips. “You got this okay, I know it’s horrible, but you can say fuck as many times as you want even if it’s in front of the baby. This totally is an exception, you get a giant free pass, okay? I love you. I love this baby already. Do you think it’s a boy or a girl. I can’t wait to find out. I don’t care either way. It could even not be one of those things and I’m still not gonna mind. It could be a robot and I won’t mind. It’s our baby, wow you made it like, inside you. Isn’t that crazy, Bec?”

She thinks Beca laughs but she’s totally pushing and it doesn’t seem like a laugh as much as a scream. “Rambl...ing.”

“Yeah. Yeah I’m so good at rambling. It’s really distracting, isn’t it? You can totally barely feel the pain right?”

“N - no.”

Beca pants desperately. Molly and the nurse are saying something, to each other, to Beca, Emily has no freaking clue. She’s just trying to get them both through this experience without either of them fainting.

“Squeeze my hand if it hurts. I don’t even care if my fingers fall off. Who needs fingers when you have a baby?”

Beca’s ignoring her, but that’s okay. She’s squeezing tighter. Emily couldn’t move from her side if she wanted to.

They somehow manage to make it through, Beca pushing and screaming and crying, and Emily trying not to scream or cry. One second Molly’s yelling “keep going almost there you’re doing great Beca!” and the next second, the shrill cry of a newborn infant pierces the room.

“Baby!” Molly yells triumphantly, holding up a raisin thing in her arms.

Beca finally releases Emily’s hand, slumping against the bed. Emily’s staring at the raisin thing. “Baby,” she murmurs, dumbfounded.

“He’s a boy!” Molly beams. Then she’s sweeping him away to do her midwife stuff. Emily leans over, putting her hands on Beca’s cheeks.

“Bec?” Beca grunts, exhausted. Emily wipes away the tears and smiles. “Bec, we have a boy.”

Beca smiles, her hand tiredly reaching up to grab Emily’s face. “Yeah.”

“You’re so amazing, I’m so in awe of you.” Emily finally does cry. She made it through but she can’t make it any longer. The tears come pouring out. “I love you so much, you’re so awesome.”

Beca snorts.

“MY WIFE IS AWESOME!” Emily screams, kind of at the midwife, kind of at nobody in particular. “She’s a fucking superhero.”

“She is,” Molly agrees, finally appearing back in front of them. Their boy is cleaner and - and - and perfect. He’s perfect.

“Oh.” Emily says, her tears renewing with an unmatched fervor. Molly places him in her arms and Emily stares.

He’s pinched and wrinkly and crying, but he has Beca’s eyes, a beautiful, vibrant blue.

Emily’s never loved something - someone - so much in her life.

She looks back at Beca in awe. Her wife made this person. He’s theirs. They have a family.

She gently lowers him down to Beca’s chest, watching Beca meet him for the first time. Beca’s eyes go wide, exhaustion forgotten. Her face is open in amazed wonder, staring at their tiny son. Emily’s breath catchers in her throat.

She thinks she falls in love all over again.

“Hi,” Beca whispers, her voice raspy and thick. She looks back at Emily. “He’s so small.”

Emily nods, overwhelmed into silence. They stare at their boy together, holding hands and watching his tiny chest move up and down, his baby fingers reaching for nothing.

“I love you,” Emily repeats for the hundredth time that night (she thinks it’s still night. She kind of lost track). She presses a kiss to Beca’s palm. “I just really love you.”

Beca’s smile is tired but true. “I love you, too. He’s pretty dope, isn’t he?”

Emily chuckles. “He’s the dopest.” She squeezes Beca’s hand, vibrating with happiness. “Let’s have another.”

Beca glares daggers at her. “Too soon, Emily. Too soon.”

“Well we can adopt this time?”

Beca grunts, her eyes shutting. “Wake me when he’s ten.”

Emily swats at Beca’s shoulder playfully, but Beca’s already dozing. She lifts their son off her lap and holds him close to her chest.

“Hi,” she coos at him, careful not to wake Beca. “You probably already know this, but you have the bravest, most awesome mom in the whole world. You’re gonna be so loved, baby.”

He doesn’t even have a name yet, but he already occupies every bit of space in Emily’s heart.

Nothing could have prepared her for this, but staring down at her sleeping wife and newborn son, she thinks that’s okay. They have each other and that’s all she needs.

[dreamingoffairys]

Teardrops & Coffee Chapter 9

Hello hello everyone! Thank you so much for your positive feedback on Chapter 8! It made me feel great after that long hiatus, and I'm super inspired for continuing this fic now ;) 

Sorry that I didn't get this chapter up as soon as I expected, I've been busy with school, my job, and with the WWTDP event (not to mention coordinating Stingue week!). So yeaah, I'm busy. Lmao. Thankfully, I've already begun working on Chapter 10, so hopefully that will be done by the end of the month!

I hope you enjoy this chapter, it's chalk full of new characters. Sting's finally going to make some more friends!

[Sidenote, kudos to @splendidlyimperfect for inspiring me to add genderfluid Freed to this fanfic!]

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Sting felt like today was destined to be a shitfest no matter what actually happened.

He didn’t sleep at all the night before, so heartbroken from Rogue leaving that he couldn’t relax. It didn’t help that today was apparently club day, which meant that if you wanted to join a club, you had to go the main square on campus to check out all the booths.

Although Sting originally had been really excited for club day, now he was dreading it. Rogue would probably be there. Hell, Rogue might even be in a club he’s interested in. And if there’s one thing Sting does not want to do today, it’s talk to Rogue. In fact, he doesn’t even want to see Rogue. What the hell was that asshole’s problem anyways? Why had he took off so suddenly last night? It still infuriated him beyond belief.

In a moment of sobbing rage, Sting had blocked and deleted Rogue’s number last night. Looking back on it, that was one of the dumbest things he could’ve done, but it was too late to go back on it now. Sting is going to be Rogue free for the next few days, no matter what. He needs time to cool off at the very least before trying to confront Rogue about everything that happened.

Currently, Sting finds himself in the library after his English class, fuming over the required reading due next class. The words swim before his tired eyes, blurring together and becoming even more of a confusing mush than before. “Fucking dammit-!” Sting hisses, nearly knocking over his Cup Noodles sitting on the table beside him. “I fucking hate this! I fucking can’t-”

The sound of someone clearing his throat jolts him so much that this time, he actually does knock the noodles over. “Shit-!” Fortunately, he manages to grab them before it spills much, just splashing a bit of hot broth on his white sweatshirt. “Fucking-”

“Could you please keep it down the library, please?” the stranger says, and Sting looks up at him to send him give his best death glare. “Some of us are actually trying to study,” the guy scoffs. Sting gets a good look at him before saying anything. The man has long dirty blond hair, greenish brown eyes, a pair of thick red glasses, and is wearing a white button-down shirt.

Sting shoots him a nasty look. “Look, I was trying to study too. Mind your own business.”

The man raises an eyebrow at Sting. “You more looked like you were getting frustrated and swearing loudly. Oh, and spilling things.”

Sting fumes and slams the book shut. “I’m really not in the mood. I didn’t sleep at all last night, and I’m fighting with the person who usually helps me study.”

The man stands up and walks over to Sting’s table. “Oh. I’m sorry for being rude, then. I simply thought you were causing a disturbance.” He gestures to the book Sting’s reading. “Pride and Prejudice?”

“Unfortunately,” Sting grumbles, rolling up his sleeves to hide the yellow stain from the shitty processed broth of his early lunch. He keeps speaking without thinking, too annoyed and tired to process his thoughts before he voices them, “It’s a bunch of heterosexual nonsense.”

The man with glasses laughs and sinks into the seat besides Sting. “Slightly. But I quite enjoy it. I wrote a 10 page paper on it last semester.” He pushes his glasses up his nose. “What is your name? If I’m going to help you, we should at least be acquainted. I am Rufus Lore.”

Sting blinks, surprised by everything about this man’s reaction. “Uhhh...I’m Sting. Sting Eucliffe. I’m new here this semester, so...I’m kind of overwhelmed.”

Rufus nods and clicks his tongue, “I remember the feeling. I do not fault you for being frustrated, then. I’m assuming literature is not your strong suit?”

Sting shakes his head, “I’m majoring in Computer Sciences. Which is funny, actually, because I’m bad at math too.”

Rufus laughs softly, “A...friend of mine is majoring in Music, but his voice is terrible. No one has told him yet. I do not want to be the person to burst that bubble.”

Sting nods and sets Pride and Prejudice back down on the table. “I don’t blame you.” He cracks the book open, goes back to the page he was on, and starts to read aloud:

"His pride," said Miss Lucas, "does not offend me so much as pride often does, because there is an excuse for it. One cannot wonder that so very fine a young man…”

About an hour ticked by for Sting and Rufus, and by the end of the study session, Sting felt more level-headed and prepared for class than ever. He had two pages of notes in his composition notebook, as well as some annotations in the actual book itself. Before leaving, Rufus gave Sting his phone number so they could text back and forth if Sting had any questions. Rufus even promised that if they met up again, Rufus would bring his own, fully annotated copy with him and let Sting read through it.

Sting left the library with a grin on his face, not caring that his sweater has a stain on it or that he and Rogue aren’t talking, because he’s prepared for the English discussion. This is probably the first time in his damn life he’s felt this confident about it! He’s going to strut in there and be the most educated motherfucker in the whole room. All the boys are gonna stare at him in awe, and all the girls are gonna be envious of his rad analyzing skills. Fuck yeah, he’s gonna show them!

That excellent mood is immediately shattered by the sight of far too many booths all spread out in front of the library. Shit. He’d almost forgotten about club day! Sting checks his reflection in his phone camera and grimaces. He looks like total shit, dark circles and all, with his hair an ungelled disaster crammed into a dirty beanie. Not only that, his sweater looks stupid rolled up at the sleeves like this, and the skinny jeans he’s wearing weren’t originally supposed to be ripped. Oh well. He was going to have to wing it.

He walks out into the crowd, having to push past quite a few overly enthusiastic sorority girls. One of them has long white hair and smiles at Sting kindly when he moves by, and she’s the only one who doesn’t make him extremely uncomfortable. The others stare at him as he passes, and he feels like he’s at high school all over again being ogled by the cheerleaders as a target either to flirt with or to criticize.

Once he manages to squeeze through, he takes a look around at the booths. He sees a sign reading “Improv Club” in sparkly letters with the two drama masks on it, and behind the booth is a familiar redhead and blue haired man with a tattoo on his face. Beside them stands an orange haired man with glasses, who is talking to a girl while clearly flirting with her. Nooo thanks.

Next he sees the Earth Club, a group of students with green t-shirts tending to little plants, talking passionately to bystanders about recycling, or handing out pamphlets about water conservation. Sting spots Yukino next to a girl in overalls with braided pigtails and smiles at her awkwardly. To his surprise, Yukino smiles and waves back, clearly unaware of the drama going on between Rogue and Sting.

Sting’s eyes skim over the signs for some other clubs...Dance Club, Chess Club (it’s there he spots Rufus), Debate Club, Video Game Club (where Natsu is hard to miss, screaming at some heavy-set man about cheating), and Acapella Club.

Finally, Sting spots the club he came here to join: the LGBT+ club. But before he can walk over there and introduce himself, a voice echoes through the speakers set up in the grass. “Hi everyone! My name is Jenny Realight, and I’m your Student Body President for this semester! And this here is Hibiki Lates, my amazing Vice President.”

Sting sighs with annoyance and glances up at where the two of them are standing. Jenny Realight looks like a stereotypical sorority girl like you see in the movies: sorority shirt, tight jean shorts that show off her legs, long blond hair curled perfectly, and makeup that’s visible from here. Beside her stands Hibiki Lates, a slender young man with “handsomely messy” hair and a dazzling smile. They both made Sting feel even more pissed off than he already was. They were the kind of people he’d prefer not to associate with.

And so, he walks across the way towards the people he did want to associate with. There are people behind the booth, all sporting various pride pins and sitting in folding chairs. On the far left is a brown-haired woman with a bisexual pin wearing a crop top and maroon jeans, her sandaled feet up on the table, drinking out of a matte dark blue water bottle. In the center is just an empty chair, but Sting sees a white jacket draped over the back. On the right is a person with long green hair wearing a red jacket with a genderfluid pin and a gay pin. Sting already felt very welcomed.

“Err...hi, my name’s Sting Eucliffe, I’m new here…” He bites his lip nervously, then carries on. “And I’m uhm, I’m gay, and I was wondering if I could join the club.”

“Obviously,” the brown-haired girl grins lazily and hiccups, and it’s then that Sting realizes that water bottle definitely contains something stronger than water. “I’m Cana, and this is Freed. Hold on one sec, I’ll call Lyon over to get you signed up.” She takes a huge swig from her water bottle, hiccups, then turns her head and shouts over her shoulder, “OI! LYON! GET YOUR GAY ASS OVER HERE, WE GOT SOMEONE WANTING TO JOIN!”

The green-haired person (Freed?) smiles kindly at Sting. “Thank you for considering joining. We’re always happy to have new members.”

Sting grins and rubs the back of his neck. “Thanks. Uhm...sorry, I don’t mean to be rude but ah...your pronouns?”

“Oh!” Freed sits up a little taller, looking proud, smiling wider. “That’s not rude at all! In fact, I appreciate your consideration. They/them, please.”

Sting nods, mentally filing that way. “Okay, gotcha. They/them. Easy enough to remember.” He flashes Freed a shy smile, and they beam back at him.

“Ahem!”

Sting’s head snaps up at the sound of someone clearing their throat, then does a double take. The man standing above him was perhaps one of the most...eccentric...people he’s met so far. His hair, dyed bright white, has so much gel in it Sting swears he can see it shine in the sunlight even from under the cover of the booth. The man’s eyes are lined with black eyeliner, and he has a bit of white glitter on his eyelids. The top he wears is a black cropped sweater with light blue writing on it that says DRAMA QUEEN in big bold letters with a crown on the “Q”. A pansexual pride pin sits right over his heart, attached to the “shirt” (if you could even call it that). His pants are tight light-washed skinny jeans, and he tops off the look with a white belt with a sparkly buckle. Sting feels like he’s just walked into a gay bar and met one of the strippers.

The man shoots Sting a smug smile, then extends a hand. “Hello! I’m Lyon Vastia, I’m the Vice President of the LGBT+ club. Oh, and I’m also a member of the Improv Club, which you should join as well, we could always use new members.” He eyes Sting for a moment, the smirk widening. “I have a feeling you’d fit right in.”

Is he...flirting with me?! Sting screams mentally, feeling like he’s falling into some alternate dimension. He’s too stunned to shake Lyon’s hand, simply staring at the man in front of him in embarrassment.

Cana rolls her eyes and leans back further in her chair. “Lyon, chill. You’re scaring the poor kid shitless.”

Lyon sighs and passes Sting a sign-up sheet on a clipboard. “I’m simply trying to be a good host, Cana, because one of us has to.” He quirks an eyebrow in the direction of Cana’s “water” bottle, then clears his throat again and turns back to Sting. “If you sign and put your phone number down here, we’ll contact you about all club events. We meet every Wednesday at 3pm in Professor Bob’s classroom, our first meeting is next week.”

Sting takes the clipboard and the pen. There are four columns on the page, each with a question. What is your name? What is your phone number? What are your preferred pronouns? Are you out or closeted?*

Sting follows the page to the asterisk, finding a small note that says We simply ask this because we may sometimes do on-campus events, and if you are not out yet or are uncomfortable in participating in pride events, we won’t put you on the sign up list for responsibilities for set-up, etc.

Sting smiles at how considerate this is, then scans the list of names. Is Rogue…?

Returning Members:

Lyon Vastia (he/him), out.

Cana Alberona (she/her), out.

Freed Justine (they/them), out.

Meredy Fernandez (she/her), out.

Juvia Lockser (she/her), kind of…

Hibiki Lates (he/him), out.

Sting pauses for a second, blinking at that last name. Wasn’t that the guy from Student Government? Sting suddenly felt bad for prejudging him.

New Members:

Lisanna Strauss (she/her or they/them), out.

Flare Corona (she/her), out.

Kagura Mikasuki (she/her), closeted.

Eve Tearm (he/him), closeted.

Sting lets out a sigh at the lack of Rogue’s name, then realizes he has no idea if it was a sigh of relief or a sigh of disappointment. Pushing away his confusing feelings, he answers the questions: Sting Eucliffe, his phone number, he/him, and I’m out & proud.

He hands the clipboard back to Lyon and finally manages a smile again. “Thank you. I can’t wait for the first meeting. I wish I’d had this opportunity back in high school, I haven’t had enough queer friends throughout my life.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Cana tips back more liquid from her water bottle. “I’ll drink to that.”

Freed looks at Sting supportively. “Well, you’ve come to the right place. That’s why we’re here, to provide a safe space, spread awareness, and to help LGBT+ students meet other people like them.”

“All great goals.” Sting adjusts his beanie nervously, feeling his anxiety kick in just a bit. Do these people actually like me…? What if after the first meaning they decide they don’t want me there anymore…? “Well, um, thanks for helping me out...I should get going now, I’ve got homework to do.”

“Wait, Sting, before you leave,” Lyon holds out a hand, and Sting turns to look at him. “You’re a freshman, right?”

Sting nods, “Yeah, I’m totally new...only my second week here.”

Lyon shoots him a smile. “Then you probably haven’t been to a party yet, have you?”

“Oh shit!” Cana exclaims, her chair landing back on all fours with a thunk . “Yeah! This guy named Orga throws fucking awesome ragers, and most of the people at his parties are either queer or just hella chill with everything. If you wanna meet more LGBT+ people, you should totally come.”

Freed nods, “They are a great way to relieve some stress.”

“There’s one tomorrow night,” Lyon folds his arms across his chest. “Orga’s brother has a fairly big flat like 5 minutes from the campus, he lets everyone come over and party. If you want to come, we can meet out by the front sign?”

“Look,” Sting holds his hands up, “I appreciate the offer, but like, I’m not really interested in you-”

Lyon snorts. “I got that part. I was just teasing you. I’m inviting you as a friend. Think of me as your mentor in the college life of an LGBT+ person.” He moves his hands to his hips, smirking proudly. “I’m taking you under my wing.”

Cana laughs into her water bottle, “Pffft, please don’t. Remember what happened last time?”

Lyon sighs dramatically, “Oh, you bitch, it wasn’t even my fault. Why’d you have to bring that up?”

“Um-” Sting stammers out, starting to feel overwhelmed and anxious. “I’ll think about it! Um, you have my number on the sheet, ah, text me when you’re at the sign and...and I’ll let you know if I’m coming or not. Thanks!”

Not wanting to be there any longer, Sting takes off through the square towards the dorm rooms, wanting nothing more than to collapse into bed and watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine until he passed out. To his relief, he makes it there without running into anyone he knows, and immediately strips down to his boxers and socks and face-plants onto his bed. He jams his earbuds into his ears and pulls up Netflix, finally feeling relaxed with his stomach full of budget ramen and his body resting on the comfort of his favorite blankets.

He’s getting better, very slowly, day by day. His anxiety is something he pretends doesn’t exist, but the more it resurfaces, the more he realizes that repressing it only makes it worse. Now that he’s acknowledged it, he can tell when he needs a break from social interaction like this. The best thing to do is to detox by being naked (or mostly naked, since he had a roommate and he didn’t want Laxus to walk in and see his bare ass sticking out) and making himself laugh.

After a few episodes, his phone buzzes with a text message. For a split second Sting forgets that he blocked Rogue’s number and feels a spike of both anxiety and excitement, hurriedly clicking on the banner without even reading it. Instead, the message is a notification saying he’s been added to the group “Magnolia University LGBT+ Club”.

Both relieved and disappointed at the same time, Sting dumps his phone onto his nightstand amongst the food wrappers and Coke cans, and then buries his face into his pillow and lets sleep overtake him.

[biamondpickaxe]

All Hail The Outlaws

Genre: More angst than I intended

Words: 1.8k

Summary: Dan doesn’t understand why some people are so damn homophobic

A/N All of this has basically happened to me so at this point I’m just turning my traumatic coming out experience into a phanfic I’m so sorry.

Contains: Sexuality crisis, swearing, discussions of sex, homophobia, homophobic slurs, anti-vaccination beliefs

Dan didn’t realize what he was saying until the words came out of his mouth.

“I don’t see what the big deal about being gay is.”

His friend, Zakary, paused the game of Halo and looked at Dan with an expression he couldn’t quite read.

“You got something you need to tell me, Howell?” Zakary joked, snickering.

“I’m just saying. Think about it, Zak. Technically, what’s the big difference between fucking a dude and fucking a girl?” Dan made sure to keep his voice down, knowing that Zak’s mom was making dinner downstairs.

“Dudes are fucking gross, man. Girls are hot,” Zak said simply.

“Okay, yeah, but it would feel the same, right? Fucking them, I mean,” Dan continued.

“I’m pretty sure sticking it up a dude’s ass would be different than a girl’s pussy,” Zakary snorted.

“Okay, well then what about blowjobs? Same thing, right?” Dan asked. He didn’t exactly know why he kept pushing the subject, but he figured he should learn to be able to prove his point if his parents wanted him to be a lawyer.

“Do you just let anyone suck you off, Howell? Even if they’re not attractive? Guess that makes sense, though, all fags are sluts. That’s why they all have AIDS,” Zakary said before unpausing the video game and carrying on as if nothing had happened.

“I’m not... I’m not gay,” was all Dan said. He quickly got back into the game as well, not wanting Zak to know how badly his words actually hurt.

Dan swallowed the lump in his throat and fought back the tears that were pressing hard against his eyelids. It was fine.

That night Dan couldn’t sleep. He thought that everyone was attracted to both sexes. Maybe not romantically, but sexually, at least. It just made sense to Dan. It would feel good either way, what was the big fuss about?

Apparently, not everyone felt the way Dan did.

He sighed, turning himself onto his side and curling up into a ball. What did this mean for him?

He wasn’t gay. He knew that much. He couldn’t be gay because he liked girls. But the thought of being with a guy, kissing a guy, holding hands with a guy was just as appealing as doing all of those things with a girl.

After two weeks of fighting with himself and a lot of research, Dan decided that the term bisexual fit him the best.

Now it was just time to tell his parents.

When his parents both got home from work, he approached them in their bedroom where they were watching TV.

“Hey, guys. I need to talk to you,” Dan said, starting out simply. This was good. A good place to start.

His mom turned off the TV, a silent go-ahead for Dan to start talking.

“Well, I’ve been thinking about relationships and things. Love and stuff...” the 16-year-old paused and looked up at his parents with scared, wide brown eyes. They mostly looked confused, so he figured he should get to the point.

Dan swallowed and sighed before speaking again. “Dating a girl... and kissing a girl... that sounds good to me. It feels right. Appealing, I guess.”

Dan chewed on the inside of his cheek before continuing. “But, the thing is... I can also see myself doing all that with a boy. It feels equally as right and appealing. So, I’m not gay, ‘cause I still like girls, but I’m bisexual.”

When Dan said the words, he expected to feel a great weight lifted from him. But he didn’t. He could just feel his heart beating in his chest and adrenaline coursing through his veins as he scanned his parent’s faces.

The anticipation was eating at his insides, rotting them away with acid and Dan wondered if he was going to throw up or pass out or die when his mom finally spoke up.

“Alright. Why don’t you, uh, go to your room and let your father and I talk about this?”

Dan just nodded - he didn’t know what else he could do - and scurried out of the room and into his own. He sighed and flopped down on his bed, the butterflies in his stomach not ceasing their fluttering.

That was easy. Too easy. He could almost feel a static in the air, like the calm before the storm. It made the hair on his arms stand up and he had the urge to flee but he knew he had nowhere to go.

So, he stayed on his bed with his eyes closed as he tried to steady his breathing.

Ten minutes later, Dan’s eyes shot open when he heard yelling coming from his parent’s room.

“No! This is a phase and you know it!” Dan’s dad screamed.

Dan rolled his eyes. This was the kind of thing he read about online when he had researched other people’s coming out stories, but he never actually expected to hear the words from his dad.

Dan sighed. He thought his parents would be okay with this, but he was wrong.

“He’s doing it for attention, why can’t you see that!?” Again, his father’s voice sounded throughout the house. At that moment, Dan was glad his brother was at a friend’s house so he didn’t have to hear all the yelling.

The pit in Dan’s stomach grew as the arguing continued. He was numb. He could hear each and every word that was being screamed and he just let it wash over him, but he knew it would sink in sooner or later.

Dan only let himself go when he heard his parent’s bedroom door slam, and then the front door being slammed. He curled in on himself and cried himself to sleep.

Over the next two years, Dan kept exploring his sexuality. He identified as gay, straight, definitely-not-straight-but-I-don’t-need-a-label before finally landing back on bisexual. It was still the only one that felt truly right to him.

Even though the first time Dan came out was less than perfect, the moment Dan felt like trying out a new label he went to his parents and told them. He always had a close relationship with his parents, and he could talk to them about anything.

Dan didn’t want the topic of his sexual orientation to be taboo just because their initial reaction wasn’t great. Dan wanted to normalize the discussion of LGBT topics because, in reality, it wasn’t anything abnormal.

So, Dan found out that each time he came out to his parents it was easier and they reacted better each time.

It took two years, but eventually, his parents and brother were excited to go to pride with him. Of course, they were still learning and growing, but they were always improving.

Dan was grateful for this. He voiced that one night while on Skype with his new best friend (slash kind-of-boyfriend), Phil.

“I’m grateful for them being willing to change,” Dan said.

“That’s good!” Phil said, smiling at Dan through the shitty webcam.

“It’s just... well, nevermind,” Dan decided. He averted his eyes from the screen of his laptop.

“What is it? You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, but I’m here for you, no matter what. You know that. I’m not here to judge,” Phil replied soothingly.

Dan exhaled through his nose. He was grateful for Phil, too. They had only been friends for a few months but it felt like they had known each other for a lifetime.

“Well, as great as my parents are sometimes, with my mom it’s like... I never really know what she thinks of my sexuality. It’s just... it can feel like her acceptance is just a facade,” Dan confessed.

“Why do you say that?” Phil asked.

“About a year after I came out - for the first time - things were going well. Until one day she told me that she thought that people were only gay because the government created vaccines to make them that way. To control the population or something,” Dan explained.

Phil gasped. “Oh my god, Dan.”

“I mean, I’ve always known she was anti-vaccine. I don’t agree with her but those are her beliefs. I just never knew that she thought vaccines had anything to do with LGBT,” Dan said.

“That’s... terrible,” Phil said. It was clear he was still processing everything Dan had just said.

Dan had never told anyone this before, so as soon as he let it out, he couldn’t stop. It was like a portal had been opened and all of these emotions he’d been burying for years with no one to talk to were finally coming out.

“It doesn’t even make sense. Like, I’ve never even been vaccinated up until this year. She wouldn’t let me until I was 18. And even then, there are ways to have biological children so the concept in and of itself is completely illogical,” Dan ranted.

“I know. What she said... it’s not true. I’m so sorry you had to go through all that, Dan,” Phil said.

“‘S fine. But, like, what do you even say to that? Oh, son, I think that a large part of who you are was fabricated in a lab and then injected into you. So I just said ‘oh’ and then went to my room,” Dan paused to take a deep breath. “She says that she doesn’t still think that, but... I don’t know. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to trust anything she says again. For an entire year, she let me believe that she was all accepting when really she was thinking this the whole time. She still reads all these anti-vaccine books and... I guess it just hurts.”

“I’m sure it does, baby. Nobody should have to go through all that. Especially someone as amazing and kind and cute as you are,” Phil tried his best to be comforting, but there was really nothing he could do that would heal these deep scars except for simply being there for Dan. He knew it was all he could do, but it still didn’t feel like enough.

“And then, a few weeks ago, she basically implied that gay men deserve to be called faggots. Like, what the fuck? Who says that? Who buys their son rainbow flags and goes with him to pride and then says that? Of all things, why did it have to be that?” Dan felt his throat closing up as he talked. He forced the tears away, though, determined not to cry in front of Phil. He was good at that - not crying.

“Bear, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” Phil said, deeply saddened.

“It’s okay,” Dan sniffed, “just a few more weeks ‘til I get to come visit you, right?”

“That’s right, angel. Just a few more weeks.”

I don’t want to get into an argument with anyone about vaccines. This is just me basically venting about something that happened to me.

Idk if pride and vaccines and all that work the same way in the UK as the US but it’s a fic so just go with it please.

I take prompts/requests! <3

Title from X Ambassadors - Masterlist & AO3

[tammythompson-singslikea-muppet]

She Doesn’t Like Dogs (Richie Tozier x Bi reader)

What’s up losers guess who’s back with some Richie shit. Don’t worry he doesn’t die this time. I found a giant prompts list that gave me some cool ideas and this is one of them. This is also my first time ever writing an LGBT character so yay me.

prompts: Just pretend to be my date

Excuse you

I shouldn’t be in love with you

its midnight what do you want 

those things you said yesterday.. did you mean them 

they don’t like dogs. it wasn’t gonna work out

Lotta prompts I know  

Warnings: Swearing, sexual suggestion 

Aged up to 17 btw  

(Y\N) Your Name 

(Y\N\N) Your Nicname 

(Y\E\C) Your eye color

You sat in your living room with your bestfriend Richie. He was babbling on about some stupid fight he got into with some dude at the arcade the other day who was from the town over. Your focus was more on to the t.v. show playing in front of you, seeing as Richie gets mouthy with everybody and this is not an uncommon occurrence. But when Richie started snapping his fingers in your face your attention was immediately brought to him. 

“Are you even listening to me (Y\N)” You turn off the t.v. and turn to the trashmouth. “Sorry Rich” He laughs and continues his story. Your mind gets distracted again, this time by Richie’s leisurely appearance on your couch. His sweatpants hanging low off his hips showing off the band of his underwear, no shirt hanging from his shoulders. His beautiful dark brown curls all messy from waking up only about an hour ago, no glasses yet. The gorgeous sight,to say the least, was something you wouldn’t mind seeing every morning. You were pulled back into reality by the words “Just pretend to be my date” that had so happen to fall out of Richie’s mouth. Shocked, your eyes widened.

“Excuse you” 

“Oh come one (Y\N) it will be fun. All we have to do is show up for like ten minutes, I’ll flaunt you around a bit and we can be on our way.” You began to grow nervous. To say that you had a crush on Richie would be an understatement. You had only told your other bestfriend Ben Hanscom, but no doubt the other losers knew about it by now. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if even Richie himself knew. Thinking about what he had just said made you snap at him.

“I’m not some piece of meat to be flaunted around Richie!” 

“Right sorry, no not at all, but please please (Y\N). You don’t have to wear anything fancy, its just crashing some stupid highschool dance.” You looked into Richie’s hopeful eyes and caved in. Damn were you a sucker for those eyes.

“Fine.” You let out a sigh. Richie jumped out of his seat hugging you. 

“Thank you so much!” You pushed him off of you, the sudden gesture startling you. 

“On one condition-” You raised an eyebrow and held up your index finger.

“Ok what” 

“You let me pick what you wear” The trashmouth houghed and rolled his eyes, but to hell if you weren’t gonna have your fun with this too. 

“Fine ok you can pick out my clothes” You smile satisfied as Richie laughs at your childish grin thinking to himself ‘That smile fucking kills me. Damn Tozier you are so fricken whipped.’ Truth be told the boy was head over heals for his bestfriend, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do to see that amazing smile that sends an unshakable feeling of happiness from the pit of his stomach, across her face.

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   It was the day of the dance and you were just about to go shopping to find Richie’s outfit, when the phone rang. You heard your mom answer it so you continued to get clothes for the day. That was quickly interrupted by your mom yelling up to you 

“Honey, its for you!” You quickly walk over to the phone in your room. 

“Hello?” You hold the phone against your shoulder with the side of your face,

“How’s it going beautiful?” Your girlfriends voice graced your ears  as you were looking for a nice sweater to wear. 

“Just looking for something to wear. what about you sweets?” A few months ago you were starting to feel lonely and hopeless about ever being with Richie. That’s when Elaine, more known as Lainey, came into the picture. You met at a dinner and she asked if she could buy you a shake. Why the hell not right? A pretty girl wants to buy you a drink, you flattered. You see you weren’t really sure if you were bisexual or not, but it was something you had seriously questioned on numerous occasions so it couldn’t hurt to figure it out. You still weren’t quite sure and you didn’t know if it was because you just weren’t or because you were to in love with Richie to feel that way about Lainey. Either way you knew you had to break it off with her and probably soon, she was a nice girl and you didn’t want to end up leading her on. 

“Nothing I’m super bored and was wondering if you wanted to hang out today.” 

“Ya sure I was just gonna go shopping.”

“Oh cool I’ll meet you where?”

“Why don’t you just pick me up.” 

“Ok I’ll see ya later” You said bye and hung up the phone. You already had in mind what you wanted to get Richie and you thought it would be fairly easy to find. When you were finished getting dressed you ran down stairs and put on your Doc Martins then headed out side, Lainey’s car was right where it usually was.

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    When you got home you fell onto the couch letting out a huge sigh. The shopping part of the trip was successful, You got exactly what you needed. Everything else went down hill. When you had gotten to the store and Lainey had asked what you were here for you had totally blanked on the fact that you told her absolutely nothing about the deal with Richie. You weren’t sure what her reaction would be, but you had it would be a good one. It wasn’t. She ended up yelling at you, saying that it was cheating and that you couldn’t go. You being the stubborn ass that hated being told what to do, told her that, that was bullshit and you were going anyway. She didn’t like that very much. So she decided to walk out shouting “Don’t even think about fucking calling me!” and drove away leaving you to walk home. After a few minutes you heard Richie come in. 

“What’s up hot stuff?” You simply through the bag of clothes at him.

“Shopping go well?” You huffed

“I’m gonna take that as a no.” Richie headed to the bathroom to change. The subject was thankfully avoided when Richie shouted for the bathroom right across from where you lay on the couch. 

“Are these girls jeans!?” Your mind shifted from the happenings at the mall and you burst out laughing. He walked out grabbing at his crotch 

“My wang can’t fucking breathe in these damn jeans (Y\N) my balls feel like they are being shoved back up!!” You fell of the couch laughing. Once you compose yourself you look up at Richie standing there. No shirt, just like this morning, the jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped, the sight was nothing short of amazing. You couldn’t help but bite your lip, your cheeks turning pink.

“Enjoying the view sexy?” You snap your eyes to the floor. 

“In your dreams Tozier” 

“Every night baby. Now come help me take these off” You gulped ‘Oh if only Richie’ You thought to your self and then proceeded to mentally slap yourself for the thought. You heard a chuckle escape from his lips ‘Oh shit can he tell how nervous I am’ You were usually calm and witty, like Richie, but just the way he looked had you all flustered. When you gut the jeans off you had immediately look away afraid of what your mind would do.

“There is a large size in the bag just incase these didn’t fit, but I would put the shirt on first so its easier to tuck in.” You told him folding the jeans and putting them on the dinning room table. After a minute Richie came out (of the closet ;) ;) ) and found you not in the living room. He ventured through the open threshold of the living room into the dining room which lead to the kitchen where he had found you. You turned around from the window to find a very handsome looking Richie dressed in a black button down tucked into a pair of black tight fitting women’s jeans, which he looked rather nice in.

“Well look at you dapper Dan.” You say walking up to him, looking him up and down. He laughed at you remark. 

“These fit much better, but my balls and dick will still be screaming by the end of tonight.

“Come on lets go watch a movie or two before we go.” He put an arm around you leading you to the living room. 

“Or we could do other things.” Richie hints at being the trashmouth that he is. You roll your eyes and pick out a movie.

Halfway through the second movie you decide to get up and get changed. You walk upstairs and down the hall to your room. You turned on a cd to listen to while getting dressed. You put on something kinda fancy, but not to fancy that you wouldn’t wear it causally. You had already put on some make up this morning but you decided to touch it up a bit and put on some lipstick. You walked down stairs and Richie’s eyes were glued to your presence. 

“Well damn (Y\N\N) I think my jeans are getting tight.” You slap him upside the head. 

“Quit being such a perv Tozier.” 

He rubs the back of his head laughing. As you were putting on your shoes Richie couldn’t take his eyes off you. He truly thought you looked breathtaking, and he was kicking himself that this wasn’t a real date. ‘If only’ he thought.

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     When you got to the dance you just about snuck in without being caught. The large gymnasium was filled with teenagers, some bored sitting at their table, but there was a lot of kids who looked like they were having fun. You were walking around aimlessly till Richie found who he was looking for. 

“Well looked who actually showed up.” 

Richie introduced you to the guy he fought with at the arcade, apparently about whether or not he could get a girl. The boy who appeared with blonde hair and grey eyes look at you and said

“Blink twice if he is holding you hostage.“

You just laughed, not being very good at social situations. 

“I assure you she is here at her own free will. I mean who could resist this.” Richie then put an arm your waist and rested his hand on your hip. You felt a slight blush creep up leaving a pink tint to your cheeks, one of which you prayed to God Richie didn’t see. 

You spent the next twenty minutes or so conversing with that dude and his friends none of which you bother to remember the names of, mostly because you were barely even involved in the conversation much to you liking seeing as your social anxiety never takes a fucking rest.

“I’m gonna get a drink, (Y\N) do you want anything?” Richie turned to you and asked. You shook your head no and continued to play with your bracelet you always wear. Richie saw the nervous tick that he had noticed on multiple occasions that you do in social situations like this. He put his hand on your shoulder rubbing his thumb against it, and when you looked back up at him, he gave you a little smile which you returned. You look back to your hand fidgeting with your bracelet. When you looked back over to Richie he was so obviously flirting with some redhead. Your hand went to your hair as you tucked a piece behind your ear. You’ve always wanted to e a redhead. You smiled at the thought of your friend Bev and her beautiful fiery red hair. You wondered for moment if Richie would like you better with red hair. A frown adorned your face as you shake away the thought. ‘Its obvious Richie doesn’t like you and your hair color isn’t and shouldn’t change that (Y\N)’ You scolded yourself internally. Soon Richie came back to the table with his drink and a smirk. You shook your head and shot him a disapproving glare which he returned with a smile.

    A slow song to which you did not know the name of was now playing through out the gymnasium. Richie looked over to you, a gleam of what seemed like hopefulness in his eye and asked,

“Do you want to dance?”

You were shocked at first, but obliged none the less. He led you to the dancefloor with a hand at the small of your back, sending shivers up your spine. You made your way to the middle of the dance floor, Richie placed his hands on your hips and your arms rested around his neck. It was nice, for a minute it had felt like you and Richie were the only people there, just talking and laughing a bit. But the boy got self conscious about his strong feeling for the girl he had known for so many years. His mind was so insistent that she would never have feeling for him, that she could do so much better than his sorry ass, never mind the fact that she now had a girlfriend that he has yet to meet. So as a defense, trying so desperately hard to hide his feeling, Richie started checking out other girls. You had noticed the freckled boy suddenly became distracted and only half interested in your conversation. You followed his eyes to the girl in a skin tight dress dancing with some douchey looking guy wearing a letterman jacket. You scoffed, fed up with Richie’s bullshit. You had, had enough and wanted to go home. Involuntarily without any permission from your brain whatsoever, before you even knew you were talking, the sentence “I shouldn’t be in love with you.” had left your mouth with a sour attitude. Richie’s whole body froze when he heard those words. His eyes snapped back to yours in shock. 

“What?” 

Your eyes widened and body tensed as well. You quickly retracted your arms from around Richie’s neck and practically ran out of the school, Richie hot on your trail. When you had gotten outside you were relived to feel the fresh air fill your lungs. The glasses clad boy grabbed your forearm once he caught up. For a person with much shorter legs you could walk pretty fast. Once you turned around to look at Richie you instantly felt suffocated. At that moment your anxiety was on overload and just wished you had never come. 

“Why do you have to be such a dick Richie? You asked me to be your date, albeit pretend date, but that doesn’t change the fact that all you have been doing is flirting and looking at other girls!” You yelled. You heaved out desperate and angry breaths and when Richie just stood there saying nothing you continued to rant.

  “You are the only boy I’ve been able to think about since we were fucking twelve, Richie, TWELVE!!! How have you not noticed that I am so damn in love with you, Richie Tozier. Even with fucking Coke bottle glasses you’re still blind as shit!” You both chuckled at that last statement. You sighed heavily. Richie didn’t quite know what to say and he was internally yelling at himself for not being able to say or do anything. You continued to look at him with sad eyes as he stood there silent with a look on his face you couldn’t quite read. You looked down at the ground, defeated.  

“Alright well if your just gonna stand there and say nothing I’m calling a cab home.” You turn back toward the school building at the brink of tears, feeling your heart break. 

For the first time since they had gotten out side, Richie had finally said something. And boy did he could have said something else, anything else at all, but the boy was left to deride himself as the first thing he said was,

“No, I’ll take you home.” It was quite and sounded almost broken as it came out of his mouth. You huffed, your heart officially shattering as tears welled in your eyes. Oh how he had hoped he would’ve said something different. 

“If you don’t mind I would just rather be alone right now.” Your voice came out low sounding almost betrayed.

Richie didn’t like the thought of you taking a cab alone. Although he knew you could handle yourself, he couldn’t stand the thought of leaving you alone with some smug creepy ass middle aged dude. So he handed you his keys.

“Here you take my car, I’ll take a cab.” You obliged just wanting to get out of there. You drove home with tears in your eyes craving the sweet comfort of your bed. When you finally got home, after what felt like forever you went straight to your room got into some sweatpants and a sweatshirt and just went to sleep.

                             *****                *****                 *****            

You hadn’t talked to Richie since yesterday. It was currently late, around 12 or so and you were sat in your room on the phone with Bev, talking bout various things, but mostly Richie and the happenings of the dance. You suddenly heard taps at your bedroom window. 

“I think somebody is throwing things at my window hang on a sec Bev.” The girl on the other side of the phone let out a laugh, knowing full well that it was Richie, having overheard a conversation between him, Bill, and Eddie. She sat patiently on the other side of the phone hoping you wouldn’t hang up and she could hear the encounter with the boy you were currently fucking pissed at, according to your own words. You made it over to the window and pushed aside the curtain to have another pebble hit the window and startle you. You opened the window and looked down to find none other than Richie Tozier. 

“What the hell Richie!” 

“Let me in we need to talk” 

Before you could kindly tell him to fuck off he was already making his way to the other side of the house for you to open the front door. You ground and picked up the phone that was on your bed. 

“It’s Richie I’ll call you tomorrow.” 

                                      *meanwhile at Bev’s*

“She hung up” Bev said turning to Stan, Mike, Bill, and Ben. Eddie not present because of his mother. The boys all muttered various things along the lines of dammit and shit. 

                                   **************

You opened the door with a disgruntled look on your face. 

“It’s midnight Richie, what do you want?”

“Can I come in?” Richie asked. You gave him a questioning look unsure if you even wanted him here. 

“Look (Y\N) I really need to talk to you please let me in.” He pleaded. You sighed and let him in. The both of you went towards the living room and took a seat on the couch. Richie was reluctant to start, afraid he might say something wrong and mess things up even more. He took a deep breath and said to himself fuck it, its now or never. 

“Those things you said yesterday… did you mean them?”

You looked up at him and nodded. “Yeah I did.”

An awkward silence fell as Richie thought about what to say next. Trying to delay the inevitable of saying sorry and the fear that you for some reason wouldn’t except his apology he asks about her, what he though, current relationship. “What about Lainey?“ 

This question just made you further upset and sent your mind in a spiral of bad endings for you and your bestfriend Richie Tozier. 

“She didn’t like dogs. It wasn’t gonna work out. Now are you gonna apologize or not.” You snapped at him not wanting to talk about Lainey and the real reason you guys broke up. All for that stupid dance. 

“Look (Y\N) I am so sorry for what I did. I treated you like shit, and you are the last person to deserve that.” He sighed and looked into (y\e\c) eyes trying to find the pull he needed to quite being a pussy. 

“The truth is I’m so in love with you it’s not even funny. I was only doing those things because I didn’t think you felt the same way. It was all supposed to be a distraction, I never meant to hurt you.” Richie pulled up his glasses and looked at you waiting for a response. You just stared at him, which scared the boy even more than words. You couldn’t think of anything else to do but bring your hand to his cheek and pull him closer until the gap between your lips was no more. He was shocked at first but kissed back. You two pulled away only for a second before connecting your lips once again, passion running through the both of your veins like a power surge. When you pulled away the second time you took a minute to look in each other eyes before Richie broke the silence. 

“Can I have my car keys back now, hot stuff?” You chuckled and got up and grabbed them off the table. Richie snaked an arm around you and rested his chin on the top of your head. “Hey why don’t we go for a drive?” He offered, knowing how much you love aimless car rides with loud music. 

“Ok”

[shookethbrooketh]

my 11 year old brother used the word lesbian as an insult today... what do I do? I really don't want him becoming one of THOSE people. Especially since IM a lesbian (but I didn't tell him that ofc). I know it's probably bc he's young/uneducated/ doesn't understand this stuff, but how should I teach him to be more accepting?

i literally typed out this entire long thing and then refreshed too early and it didn’t post… fuck me in the ass… here we go again

i totally relate to that. the redneck and jock boys in my gym class call everything they don’t like gay. luckily my gym teacher is hella progressive and one of my favorite people on the planet but she’s not any more up for dealing with their bullshit than we are. we just scream swears at each other with no repercussions. it works. i constantly think “this is the gayest group of homophobes i’ve ever met” at them, and one day i said out loud “man this class is gay” and they were like “no this is pretty fun” and i was like “no,,,not bad,,,legitimately homosexual,,,” and they ignored me. sorry for my little gym class tangent; on to your problem. 

honestly the next time he says it sit him down and let him know it’s not an insult. tell him what it really is in the simplest way possible while also making it seem like you’re completely outside the equation. if you’re feeling bold throw in a little more general lgbt education too. just make sure he knows what to say and what not to say in specific contexts :) 

[the-dauntless]

So, my friends are always wanting me to “feel my feelings” and all this nonsense…like it’s a problem.  So I’m going to take this opportunity to scream into the void that is tumblr and call it a fucking day.

 

I am completely inadequate compared to all of my friends.

 

Why do I feel that way?  Well I’m so glad you asked.  Let’s start:

First, you’ve got one friend who is just a boss at makeup.  Like seriously, they can go from stunning, runway makeup to death makeup and everything in between and its always amazing.  Plus, their skills as a witch are incredible on so many fronts.  And don’t come for their friends or family, or else they will open a can of Puerto Rican Whoops Ass on you so fast, it’ll make your ancestors dizzy.

Then, you’ve got their fiancé.  Now, where his fiancé rocks makeup, he rocks art.  I mean, his color technique is like nothing I’ve ever seen.  And beyond that, his art in general is fantastic on so many levels.  And he can ground like nobody’s business too.  And can we talk about his rock/crystal/gems knowledge?????

Next is my roommate.  First of all, she can sing like a fucking goddess.  She’s been classically trained and it fucking shows.  She can belt out notes so that they can be heard from across the state but she can also sing those same notes with such clarity at such a soft volume that you’d have to stand right next to her to hear it.  And if you need Celtic knowledge, she’s the one to go to.  From deities, to spells, to traditions, to myths, she’ll have a book to reference to you.

Then there’s her sister.  And let me tell you, I could write a whole post on just how fucking incredible her sister is.  But to sum her up, she’s an incredible HPS, she’s a fucking boss at everything she does (she also just graduated college this week!!), she has SOOOOOOO much knowledge on witchcraft and traditions and deities and botanicals and fae and orcas and so so so much more.  Honestly, I’d kill to learn from her!

While we are talking about how much knowledge my friends have, let’s talk about the youngest of the group.  If you have any Norse pagan questions ever, he is your guy!  So much knowledge, I don’t know how he keeps it all straight.  And he is currently in college and is designing and creating all these incredible theater designs and props and whatnot.  You should also ask him for his Lavender Chamomile Sweet Tea recipe, because it’s BOMB AF!!  He can cook some awesome desserts too!!!

And continuing on the knowledge train, you know another confusing thing to learn about?  Astrology.  There are so many moving parts (no pun intended…ok maybe a little intended) and so many different meanings for almost the same things.  Well, this friend can take your birth chart and read it as easily as you are reading this post.  Fucking incredible!!  And they will tear down every wrong bit of LGBT+ information you present them with.  Trust me, they have done their research.

Now let’s move on to their brother.  Now he is relatively new to our group but I can tell you this: he is the most incredible story teller you will meet.  I am super stoked for the D&D session he has planned!!!  And he is like a giant puppy dog.  Like he’s just so happy and funny all the time.  And he gives the BEST hugs!

And last, but certainly not least, is the wild child of the group!  Can I tell you how much this boy has grown and learned and changed in just the past year????  Like this boy went from “I’ve never been part of a ritual before” to “let me tell you what just happened between my guide and my deity.  Also I went wandering near the fae doors again…” (yeah that’s right you little shit, I just complimented you and threw you under the bus in the same sentence)

And then there’s me…what do I bring to the table?  Abso-fucking-lutely nothing.  Like I don’t know shit, I can’t sing for shit, I can’t cook for shit, I can’t create/draw/color for shit. I can't relationship.  I can’t even happy right.  Like there’s absolutely nothing spectacular about me.  I guess I’m pretty great at swearing.  And I’ve got a typing speed of about 48 WPM…woot?  But that’s all I’ve got going for me.  I can’t even hold a candle to all of the fucking awesomeness I am surrounded by and it makes me feel completely inadequate.

There.  Feelings felt.  Good times.

[thehalfworld]

Fanfic MST: Forbiden Fruit: The Tempation of Edward Cullen, a Twilight fanfic [part 8]

And here we are at the end. I hope you’ve all been enjoying the ride, because it’s about to get a whole lot weirder in this, the final chapter.

Warnings this time around: a whole lot of drug use, some underage drinking, DUI but it’s okay because Tiaa is a vampire, bestiality, and an attempted sexual assault. Also did I mention drug use? There’s a lot of drug use.

Recap: Tiaa met a panda bear named Snoofles on her way to school (please don’t think too hard about this) and learned that she can now talk to animals, among other abilities. Thanks to a vague new ability of hers, she accidentally made her mean classmate Lauren get struck by lightning while they were in a verbal spat. Edward finally decided to leave Bella for Tiaa and the two celebrated by having sex in the middle of the school. Bella walked in on them and got upset.

Chapter 1

Previous chapter

hey guys sory its been so long since an update, i hav been so busy latley. sooooo..i had a fight with my old beta but i have a new 1 now an she is helpin me byut she is on vacaton this wk and next so i promise i will sort the spellin mistaks out wen i can!

Did she refuse to beta your fic after you stole her poster of Gerard Way?

Chapter 8 - the Kidnap

I sat alone in the changes rooms, i was all most naked and looked awsome with my exotic lithely hair falling down over my face like a curtan of soft yellow cream with bits of purple in it but I didnt care how beautifull or eqxisite I was any more. 

Tiaa doesn’t care how beautiful she is, but she had to start the sentence off by reminding us all how beautiful she is. And that she looks awesome. And her hair is exotic.

Whatever that means.

Edward was gone. he had left to follow Bella to stop her from killin herself and i was SO mad. 

Wait, are you mad Edward is attempting to prevent Bella from committing suicide?

how coud he leave me like that after sayin bella was a cow and he didnt like her no more? 

That doesn’t mean he’s fine with letting her make attempts on her own life, Tiaa.

I was pissed! and the tears were falling down my face like a tepid summer rain of misery and woe. 

I love this goddamn sentence.

So i went home and skipped school and sat in my room in my black corset and leather panties and i smoked some drugs and started to weep. 

To be fair, this is a really solid stoner-goth aesthetic she has going.

…wait, hold up, leather panties? 

Leather panties?

dave came in and made a big smiley face.

He’s in a really good mood for someone whose brother was murdered hours ago.

"hi tiaa! I didnt no you were home! how was school today?" (he didnt notice i was smokin drugs he thougt my cigarete of pot was a chapstick)

Okay, for the sake of argument, I’ll buy that Dave visually mistook a spliff for chapstick… but can he not smell that she’s smoking weed?

"it sucks!my life sucks and i want to DIE!" i scremed and my eyes glitered with beauty.

Love how Tiaa is suicidal but still needs to make sure we know how pretty she is at all times. Reminds me of the bit in “My Immortal” where Enoby was flirting while sobbing.

"u teenagers and ur problems, LOL!" he said laughing a lot, and i knew he thougt i was just some silly kid wineing about homework and dumb boys and stuff. 

Well, replace “homework” with “getting raped by the relative of a caregiver, turning into a vampire, and accidentally seriously injuring a classmate” and Dave’s on the money.

he didnt no i had killed a man and lost the love off my life and had made lauren get hit by lighting and that all the kids at school thougt i was a freak becase my face and bodys were so diffrent from everyone elses.

Do I really need to tell this girl to stop humanizing her rapist? She killed him in self-defense! It was one hundred percent justified! C’mon, Tiaa, don’t be so hard on yourself.

Also, nobody cares about Lauren.

"dave your a good person but ur SO FUCKIN DUMB! YOU ASSHOLE!" i shouted at him and i threw my ashtray at his head WITHOUT TOUCHING IT (i could make stuff move when i was angry now...it was so weird! why did this have too happen to me!)

Well, yeah, that is weird, but I don’t get the woe-is-me attitude about it. Telekinesis is a really cool ability. Also, turns out Dave is literally so dumb that you can be an obvious nonhuman smoking weed in bed while screaming about wanting to die and he’ll take you for an ordinary teenage girl holding a tube of chapstick.

"haha, i guess your right" he laughed (he thougt i was joking, i wasnt spoiled or anythin) 

…so did the ashtray miss?

"its so nice havin you hear tiana, your so pretty. i swear your even prettier than before! 

I can’t help but feel that the amount Dave and Marie compliment Tiaa on her looks borders on inappropriate, considering she is sixteen and they are her foster parents. 

and i think your boobs hav grown!" 

Case in point.

"yeh i no they are like an E cup now" i said.

I guess it’s a good thing she’s a vampire, then, since I’m pretty sure vampires can’t get back problems.

Wait. Can vampires get high? Does being high feel different if you’re a vampire?

Dave smiled and patted me on the head and left.

That Dave!

I was so sick of bein treated like a kid and no one listenin to me that i got up and got dresed in a long black dress and took some pills (of drugs) and went out to the local nightclub which was called Pablo NIghtmare - it was a goth club were all the cool people went in forks. 

Listen, I don’t know Washington State, but in my neck of the woods small towns don’t have goth nightclubs. 

I love that she specified the pills were drugs, in case we thought they were sugar pills or something. 

bella probably had never even heard of it, LOL! 

If there is a goth nightclub in your small town, I guarantee you everyone has heard of it.

i met snoofles on the way and he came with me. 

You’re taking the panda out clubbing?

we went to the club and got drinks and started dancing to the heavy metal music. 

…I’m starting to get very confused about Snoofles. My initial impression was that he’s a regular panda bear, but Tiaa is able to communicate with him because she’s a vampire and can talk to all animals now. But I don’t think ordinary pandas go to clubs, get drinks, and dance to heavy metal music.

Although I’ve never met one, so I could be wrong.

ppl there stared at us cos i was so diffrerent looking and Snoofles was a panda, but we didnt care we were havin so much fun we were SO drunk and had taken a lot of drugs so my head was fuzzy like there was snow everywhere.

I adore the similes in this fic. No idea what Tiaa is on but I definitely know what the author means by feeling like there’s snow everywhere in your head.

"hi your called Tiana arent you? I am Jasper and I go to your school" said Jasper Cullen who was tall with blond curly hair like straw only soft and nice and not dry. 

So… not like straw, then.

he was tall. 

Yeah, you mentioned.

he was wearin a black pulover and red metal pointy shoes. (AN - haha, that descripton sounded beter in my head, OH WELL!)

No, it’s good, I dig it. Simple goth on top, bling on the bottom, may or may not be wearing pants? It’s a look.

"hey whatever" i said. "why arent you with that girl i all ways see you with?

"you mean my GF alice," he said and locked soddenly very sad and started to cry and bite down hard on his lips.

"what is wrong Jasper?" i said

"the problem is i dont love her like she loves me. i am gay, and thats wrong, and i feel so horible about it!" 

Of course he’s gay. Look at his outfit! Look at those shoes! I can’t even see him for real and my gaydar is going wild.

"theres nothing bad about bein gay u no" i said. 

"REALLY?" he sed, and looked chocked with his mouth open.

Good on Tiaa for being an ally. I love how Jasper reacts as though he’s never considered the possibility that his gayness might be alright. He’s a vampire too and has been alive for well over a century, so that’s a lot of internalized homophobia… but he’s also been around to witness the entire modern LGBT rights movement, so you’d think he might have gotten the “it’s okay to be gay” message before.

"yeah, its proper normal and Snoofles is gay and everything" i said and Snoofles waved and Jasper waves back. 

If you just got a bad feeling about what might happen next, trust your fucking instincts.

he smiled and we all stared dancing together and Jasper gave us some of his drugs.

I really wanna know what they’ve been taking, because even though Tiaa isn’t human I feel like anyone who can get high should have to worry about drug interactions. Weed and alcohol is fine, but aside from that I have no idea what the hell Tiaa is on except that she described it as “pills” and a lot of drugs that come in pill form do not play nice with alcohol. She probably isn’t going to fry her liver or anything like that given that she’s essentially undead, but I doubt she’s immune to having a bad trip.

we had a relay good time and jasper met another gay guy called Vince and we all got in Snoofleses car at the end of the night and i drove around while the others all had sex in the back of the car. 

A note: At this point in the story I quite literally had to stop the MST for a bit so I could pour myself a very stiff drink. 

The panda has a car. The panda is having a threesome with a vampire and a human in the back of his car while another vampire drives it. This is treated as normal because the panda and his two human(oid) sexual partners happen to all be gay.

Like, I’d normally feel pretty weird about the “promiscuous gay” stereotype being invoked, but I’m way too busy feeling weird that the author thinks it’s normal for gay guys to want to screw a panda because the panda happens to be gay too. Also, keep in mind Snoofles can only talk to Tiaa — the dudes he’s having sex with can’t understand him. I’m gonna say a panda who behaves like a human and owns a car is probably capable of consenting, but I still feel mighty weird about the idea that two dudes who perceive Snoofles as an ordinary, non-talking panda would want to have a threesome with him.

I guess the promiscuity aspect isn’t even bad considering how Tiaa and Edward have been acting with each other throughout the fic. The bestiality, though, I have trouble overlooking.

(i was drunk but cos i was a vampire it was ok to drive i had beter reflex than humans!)

Sure, but do you even know how to drive? In most states, it’s not legal to get a learner’s permit until you’re Tiaa’s age, so we’re not talking “experienced driver with superhuman reflexes,” we’re talking “superhuman reflexes, but on somebody who quite possibly has never sat in the driver’s seat of a car before.”

but soddenly somethin jumped into the road infront of us and i had to stop the car and get out. there was a man standin in the middle of the road he was tall and mussely and had black hair like the black feathers of a raven in the black darkness. 

But was his black hair like the black feathers of a black raven in the black darkness? I just want to be clear on the color.

he was good looking but he looked so angry i got out my samurai sword (i often have it with me!) but somone jammed up behind me and tore it from me, there were like ten people all grabbing my body in the darkness and they put a thing over my face so i coudnt see and they tied me up! 

Oh, of course, her samurai sword. Yep. Been with her the whole time.

Jasper Snoofles and Vince were too busy doing gay sex on each other to notice, i cud hear them grunting and humping and having orgasms on each other - it was so cute but now was SO not the time! 

She’s being attacked by a group of ten or more people, who have overpowered her, restrained her, and blindfolded her, in the middle of the road. Three people (well, a person, a vampire, and a panda) are present and they don’t notice this happening at all.

Like… I know they’re all intoxicated and, uh, otherwise occupied at the moment, but did they not at least pause to notice Tiaa slamming on the brakes to avoid colliding with a stranger in the road?

The men who had caught me took me away and somethin hit me over the head and i was unconshous.

when i awoken i found myself in a small dark room and the tall mussel man was in front of me. i was strip down to my underwear and i was chained to a chair with some metal chains and i coudnt move.

Tiaa has superhuman strength and reflexes. She has telekinetic abilities. She can affect objects and people by touching them. 

Yet she can’t get out of being chained to a chair?

I call BS.

"WHO ARE YOU YOU WANKY PERV!" i shoyted.

She sounds like Wheatley from “ITS MY LIFE!” now.

"I AM JACOB...THE WEREWOLF KING!" he yelled with his eyes rolling around in his face - he looked so mad and CRAZY!

Jacob’s a big dude who can turn into a wolf, but he’s also about fifteen and just learning about the whole werewolf thing, so I doubt he’d be “king” of anything. Also Tiaa could take him easy.

"NOOOOOOO!" I scremed and i try to broke myself free but i was under so many heavy chains so i looked into his wagging face insted.

I don’t know why she reacted so negatively to Jacob’s response. There is a longstanding vampire/werewolf feud in the Twilight universe, but Tiaa is very newly turned and shouldn’t know about any of that yet. Learning your kidnapper is a werewolf sucks, but if you’re already a vampire you’ve got an edge too.

"Watt do u want from me? why am i here?" i say and i started to cry.

"YOU MUST BE PUNISHED FOR WHAT YOU DID TO BELLA SWAN!" he shreeked and the drool was sloapping down his face just like rain only thick and foam-like. 

So… not like rain, then.

"YOU ARE A HALF-BREAD! 

I’ve got to change this blog’s name right away. I don’t know what I was thinking naming it “The Half-World” when I could have named it “The Half-Bread.”

Also, hold up — what did Tiaa do to Bella? Is this just about “stealing” Edward? Jacob and Edward aren’t exactly buddy-buddy, and if Bella’s single Jacob has a chance with her, so if anything I think he owes Tiaa a thank-you.

YOU SHOUD NEVER HAVE BEEN BORNE! YOUR FATHER WAS A VAMPIRE AND YOUR MOM WAS A WHITCH! ITS WEIRD AND WRONG AND NOW YOUVE BROKEN BELLAS HEART! HALF-BREAD! HALF-BREAD! HALF-BREAD!" 

Well, this really does speak for itself.

This dude was insane, he was so angery he was jumpin up and down. 

Sounds like my second-grade teacher. She was the daughter of a well-known Republican senator and she had to resign after she tied a kid to a chair with a jump rope. True story.

But something he said had caugt my attention .

Good job on the punctuation.

"What do u mean my mom was a whitch?" I said.

What do you think he meant, genius?

"MY FATHER USED TO NO HER! SHE LIVED HERE IN LA PUSH AND SHE WAS A WHITCH! SHE COUD MAKE FIRE COME FROM NOWERE AND CONTROLL THE WETHER AND TALK TO ANIMALS AND LOADS OF OTHER STUFF! SHE WAS A FREAK LIKE U!" 

I guess this does explain Tiaa’s extra powers, but, I have to say, I don’t think Jacob gets to criticize anyone else for being freaky when he can turn into a wolf.

Of corse! It all made sense now! 

It didn’t all make sense. There’s still an interspecies gay threesome that needs explaining.

I was so shocked I fainted,

and also got my periods and commas mixed up,

When i woke up Jacob was in front of me and he was NAKED! He was smilling in a proper creepy way and looked totaly weird like a greasy frog thing and his male genital item was not nice like edwards it was like a horible wet mushroom.

Honest to god I love these similes. 

he stroked my knee with it and i gapsed. whatt was he going to do to me! 

I think I have an idea, actually.

but sudenly before he coud come any closer the door of the room we were in burst open!

IT WAS EWDARD!

Here to save the day! And to end the fic, because this is it for “Forbiden Fruit”: BeckyMac666 left us all on a cliffhanger, so we’ll never know what happens.

I do genuinely love this fanfic. I love how it’s written, I love the similes, I love the purple prose and the melodramatic tone, and I love my girl Tiaa. It’s a truly fantastic badfic, and I’m happy I got to introduce others to it, too.

[feather-prompts]

Izuku is a transboy.

Katsuki and him still have a rocky relationship but it’s never based on Izuku’s gender (I headcanon that Katsuki really doesn’t give a flip about what parts you got under your belt, so long as you’re strong, he’ll respect you). In fact, Katsuki would be the first person to defend Izuku if someone misgenders him (”YOU CAN CALL HIM A WEAK, QUIRKLESS DEKU BUT HE AIN’T NO GIRL YOU ASSWIPE”) 

Featuring utterlySupportive!Inko, notATotalDouche!GenderNormBlind!KindOfOverprotectiveBrother!Katsuki, generallyHelpfulIfABitBadAtExpressingHimself!dad!Might (which is kind of normal now that i think of it), and pretty much really cool class 1A (even INeedToRethinkMyPrioritiesDoILikeWomenOrCurves!Mineta)

Shipping optional but always fun. Probably not KatsuIzu in my mind, but anyone else is pretty epic.

Check below the cut for some more ramblings about this

So!

Like I said, Katsuki is kind of like Izuku’s really awful, overprotective older brother (”But Kacchan! You’re only like… a month and a half older than I am!” “Shut it Deku, as if I’ll let that half and half bastard take you out for prom” yes i know, japan doesn’t do prom shutup, i’m using it as an example). And because he doesn’t give a flying flip about gender norms, he’s totally the guy who’d say “Pussy up” or call someone a pussy as a compliment (like, hello, that thing pushes out a fucking baby, pussies are awesome, take it as a compliment ass!).

Imagine, the first day at U.A. – there’s a mixup with the uniform that Izuku is sent because his records still has him listed as female so U.A. sends him a female uniform (because Japanese laws on LGBT rights are still really iffy and you can only if you get an SRS and if Izuku is, yanno, saving to get everything done in one swoop, even with his mother’s support. If Hisashi isn’t around or is actively against it, then he might not even be able to get reassignment surgery until he hits legal age @ 20 which further complicates matters). And Izuku is upset becaues, fuck, his dream is already being blasted but he’s like.. “I’ll just go in today with the skirt, bring the extra ones with me and get them exchanged for pants at the school store in the office”. One day. He can totally deal with one day in a skirt, right? 

And while uncomfortable, Izuku perseveres because it’s fucking Izuku, but then he gets there and the store’s not open yet and won’t be until, at the earliest, later that day (or even later that week – it’s not unusual for stuff like that not to be active until class reps and everything gets voted on) so he begrudgingly and awkwardly makes his way to Class 1A. 

He still meets Uraraka at the door, and she’s surprised because, wow, she thought he was a boy during the test, sorry for calling you that ahahaha (but no, Izuku was really flattered, even though Uraraka called him the plain looking boy with curly hair when talking to Present Mic), and Katsuki still blows up about seeing quirkless little Deku in his class again.

Except the blow up is less “how did a quirkless loser like you make it here!?” and more “what the fuck are you wearing, you fucking hate skirts, you idiot!” And Katsuki is revving up to pull Izuku to the nearest bathroom and yelling about if he’s going to be stupid and uncomfortable, how about he be stupid and uncomfortable in his pants (because yes, Katsuki is a jerk, but he’s secure enough in his masculinity to wear a skirt especially since he knows he’s got the legs to rock it, and he knows just how much Izuku hates looking like a girl).

Of course, Aizawa-sensei stops them because instead of going to the start of the year assembly for his aptitude test.

Katsuki still pulls him to the male changing room and the moment someone (Probably Mineta, maybe Kaminari) says something, he’s about to scream something back but Izuku beats him to it. He clearly states “I’m a guy” (maybe even tossing in a “yeah I’m not built like you, but get over yourselves unless you’re trying to overcompensate for something”) and gets changed into the gym uniform. 

(of course, Kirishima is like “wow, that’s manly”) (later on, maybe at the end of the day, Bakugou gives Mineta a piece of his mind because holy shit, he’s a creep, and lets him know that if Mineta pervs on Izuku, he’s calling him gay for the rest of his life)

Also! All Might doesn’t know Izuku is a trans boy until maybe… two or three months into Izuku’s training. Izuku has ridiculously bad cramps, so he misses school, but he doesn’t want to miss cleaning up the beach but he honestly can’t move because fuck you cramps.

And then All Might calls but Izuku’s phone is far away, so Inko picks it up, and All Might starts talking about how surprise he is that Izuku isn’t early for training as he usually is, and is there a problem and stuff like that.

And then Inko goes off on this unknown man, who’s suddenly “training her child” and don’t you need permission and she swears to all the kami that if he’s a pervert trying to take advantage of Izuku’s good nature and the fact that he’s not built like other boys, there will be hell to pay, leave my boy alone you pervert, he’s on his period, etc 

Now, All Might’s floundering like… he didn’t know Izuku would have to deal with periods?? He didn’t take into considering that because he honestly didn’t know so eventually, after Inko takes a breath to keep going he’s like “Ma’am, your son is a fine, outstanding young man and I did not know that I would have to take into account a more painful than normal menstrual cycle when I drafted up my training regime. Please give Midoriya-shounen my regards and some hot water, and tell him to take it easy for the next few days, and I’ll see him when he feels capable of moving”

And that, that right there, makes Inko and this “Yagi Toshinori-san” hit it off (imagine, Inko and Toshinori start dating a little while later, and Izuku is mortified because “holy shit, my mom is going out with All Might but I don’t know if she knows he’s All Might, what do i say!!”)