#if you wanna fuck your best friend even if they're the “wrong” gender

[fedorahead]

i know a lot of people who have this logic behind the scenes, and i get it tbh. we all have different life experiences and expectations. my old roommate was fucking her lifelong best friend and had been since they were kids, she didn't consider it cheating; the problem became when she decided to lie about it to her partner even though they were poly and lying was their boundary of what counted as cheating.

honestly we need a much healthier attitude toward sexuality as a society than we have. this kind of stuff isn't normal or acceptable for some people, but not everyone shares the same values and different people just grow into complex relational situations naturally. in my roommate's case, the two of them had gone through a deeply traumatic childhood together and considered themselves two sides of the same soul.... i don't think there's anything anyone who wasn't there can really criticize about that UNTIL they both decided not to be honest about it with their future partners. even then, our society doesn't provide room for the weirder bonds and that's a problem that contributed to the "cheating" situation.

this kind of stuff, the complex messy human interactions and strange formations of love, is why i'm a relationship anarchist. i love my husband more than anything; i genuinely believe he's my soulmate, but that doesn't mean that some weird shit we don't have a cultural perspective to account for ahead of time won't come up. so we've had many discussions about the difference between my unpredictable passions, his in-the-moment decisionmaking, and lasting bond we have. more specifically, how we know we're both complex people going in and those complexities are a part of our love and only contribute to our compatibility rather than being future risks of conflict.

[tjodity]

Loose Transfem C!Tommy thoughts:

@maigetheplatypus57

transcript below cut:

I think Tommy would be fine still going by Tommy and it's easier to remember but she would get so so much gender euphoria from being called Clementine I think when she's younger she doesn't feel any attachment to being a guy and really really wants to look like the girls she hangs out with but doesn't have any context for those feelings and just assumes it's kinda normal and tries to make a joke out of it. Hence "Manly man ulimate man tommyinnit" and "I love women" being running bits. She really idolizes Schlatt just from commercials and interviews and stuff she sees as this guy who seems to just. nail being a man so flawlessly. When Tubbo transitions she's like wow that's so cool I wish I could do that. Anyways. but that's kind of the first even incling that she'd like to be a girl but she doesn't think about it again for a while. Then everything with Manberg happens and she gets to see Schlatt and realizes 'oh this guy is so fucked up. oh this guy was an insecure wreck who ended up destroying everything around him and himself while pretending so hard that he was fine. huh' and the feeling that something is wrong with how she's going about things gets a bit stronger. But she keeps putting it off because of everything happening. BUT THEN WE GOT EXILE. nothing can force you to think about your own identity like being kicked out by your best friend and completely isolated on an island for a few weeks and grappling with suicidal ideation. At this point she's kinda like fuck I don't wanna be me but is having a hard time sorting out what's gender and what's depression and what's escapism. I think her habit of trying to ignore it and overcorrect flares up really badly when she's living with Techno. Cuts her hair short and tries to put on this very cold, violent exterior-

because she's just very scared and feels completely betrayed and alone and deeply uncomfortable in her own skin. Post Disc Finale she spends a lot of time trying to grapple with herself. She finds some of Niki's old clothes that she abandoned somewhere and tries them on in private and gets really freaked out by the fact that she likes wearing them and puts them away. She's not really on speaking terms with Eret and Tubbo at this point she's friends with but he's not always very approachable. Ironically I think the first time he voices any of her thoughts about gender is when she's trapped in prison because Dream won't tell anyone and she doesn't really care about what he thinks of her. And cDream is. a very bad person. But he's also not transphobic, and he also cares about Tommy in his own horrible fucked up way, and he can kind of relate just based on wanting to be someone else and weeks spent in different performances and disliking parts of how he looks. He comes across as dismissive but also tells Tommy that she can just be a girl if she wants, and that she's stupid for stressing out over something like gender. Then a few days later he beats her to death but yknow. I think the first person she'd properly like. come out to would be Sam Nook. Basically saying like hey could you act like i was a girl for a little while pleaseplease please and Sam Nook's just like Okay ^_^ I think she might come out to like. Ranboo next. She doesn't know him suuper well but she just finds them easy to talk to and it ends up slipping out

It would take her a whiiiile to tell Tubbo because she has a hard time talking to him and doesn't want to mess with anything that could upset their friendship but after they start making an effort to hang out more and Tommy starts living in Snowchester she would try to mention it very very casually just when they're doing chores one day. Then Tubbo is hit with like several years of memories of Tommy being arguably very clockable as an egg and him just. not realizing and he has a crisis about not noticing something like that. But when he calms down he becomes #1 Tommy girl supporter. He calls her pretty and cute and Miss and Ma'am and drags her out to go shopping so that they can get dresses and makeup and things for her. Tubbo vaguely remembers how to do makeup and Ranboo wants to learn with Tommy so they have a fun time with that. I think Tommy would love love love wearing dresses and doing her makeup and stuff but would not give any fucks about being traditionally pretty or presentable. She'd run around with very cute dresses wearing a t-shirt and cargo shorts below it with very assymetrical makeup having the time of her life

also she'd grow her hair out and loooove braiding it. Her transition also comes with a lot of relief because for a loong time she's enjoyed things that are traditionally feminine (sewing, domestic chores and upkeep, etc) but wasn't letting herself enjoy them and just letting go is so nice.

I also think with cTubbo #1 Tommy being a girl supporter and also Tommy living in Snowchester with him and Ranboo and them being so close Tubbo would absolutely accidentally call Tommy his wife at some point in conversation. And then there's a beat and then he's like ohmygod im so sorry i didnt mean to say that and Tommy's just like no I'm that from now on. Husband<3 and Tubbo's just completely dumbfounded

[i-was-never-sane]

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[TW: SH, MY FRIEND'S DRAMA]

Back again with some opinions.

I am using gender neutral pronouns because I am uncomfortable with saying their name as of now.

This is not hate at all, I'm just trying to explain my view of the situation.

Okay so like my last post, I expressed that I do not support what my friend did with an AU.

And recently, Freddie, their boyfriend, has said that they have had multiple breakdowns and has done SH a lot lately. However, I have trust issues and find it quite hard to believe because my friend has never mentioned a partner. But, I don't wanna start accusations, it's my preview.

Even though I have my suspicions, I feel sorry that they are going through such a state, and I mean this wholeheartedly. No one should feel the need to do that.

But, that does not mean I will encourage the behaviour of both anon and my friend.

The anon was very wrong in how they worded that message, as I said last time.

My friend is also wrong with how they reacted.

To the anon who sent that.

You are wrong, very very wrong with how that message was delivered.

I understand your anger, and I am also saddened. But that was not a proper approach to the situation. Due to that, see how the people are highly affected.

How the other roleplayers are having to explain and pick sides.

How majority of us are super uncomfortable, stressed and/or tired.

But still, I, personally, view you both, OP and Anon, wrong in your own ways.

To my friend who started the AU.

Again, I feel sorry to how you are dealing with this, no one should do that to themselves.

But I would politely like to say that, the AU can serve as total disrespect to male victims and to people who highly value that story.

Which can make you look and sound very insensitive about that topic.

Now back to my view.

I have read the apology post, and I am not meaning to be bossy or mean or insensitive etc.

But, I am not satisfied with the apology.

Because the 'apology' itself didn't even have the words 'sorry' or 'I am so remorseful' in the first place

I found that the AU also made me mad, seeing as male victims are being discarded.

I remember talking to my friends in real life, the shock and confusion on their faces when I told them that boys could be SA'd as well.

I know some will say; "They made a mistake! Everyone makes mistakes." "They screwed up, but every human screws up!"

I get it, people do make mistakes, but what I saw on @unhinged-waterlilly 's post was something else.

The way they reacted, it just wasn't it for me. It disturbed me too much.

ESPECIALLY THIS POST.

And to find out that someone helped them write that apology made me think; 'Why would they take someone else's responsibility?'

I'm not saying it's their fault but, think about it. Just think about it. I know a person's mindset if they were asked to do something for a friend would be; 'Oh, okay! They're my friend, what's wrong with that?'

What's wrong is, you're doing something that isn't even your responsibility.

I am an atheist, but the stories and myths in Greek Mythology mean the world to me.

So seeing that Odysseus's trauma with Circe being altered so carelessly made me disappointed.

Lilly is and will always be right. If you're gonna make a character get SA'd, fucking learn about it first.

I do not know if I can forgive and forget. But I am trying my best to understand the situation properly, but I really am drained. Just like the others.

my friend's taglist.

@zariahthewitch @thegroovydaughterofhestia @if-chaos-was-a-boy @the-gods-strange-children

@silena-daughterofaphrodite @fabulousdaughterofhecate @weakest-son-of-sun

@chaos-pers0nified @neoptolemus-achilles-son @bast-the-best26

@goddess-of-bubblegum @gaygirldoodles @luck-is-crucial @reyna4ever

@vicious-daughter-of-zeus @feral-hermes-child @unfortunate-daughter-of-hestia

@that-girl-cupid @ariathemortal @love-lightning-forethought @emdabitchass @kaiaalwayswins

@champion-of-revenge @clown-energy-skyrocketing @zoe-aura-of-d3ath @itsyourboyezra

@lunar-eklipso-r @pink-koi-lovejoy @that-daughter-of-athena @sleepy-as-a-song @smileyalater

@gellyhelio @daughter-ofthe-moontitan @the-smart-and-the-dumb-one

@trinket-snatcher @southerndaughterofeos @creature-under-ur-bed @burnt-out-bitxhes

[notyourhetloki]

confession (nsfw)

Reader: gender neutral

/NSFW Priest!Haymitch Abernathy x Reader/

A/N: Oops I did it again! And now with a Priest AU because I have issues! My dear friend @mymych helped me with this so thank you!! Couldn't have done it without you <;3

Warnings: reader’s referenced as "kid" but they're NOT a minor, implied age gap, religion, lots of sin, oral sex (male receiving)

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You were both sitting across from each other in an isolated room. It was nighttime already, the church so quiet your voices echoed through the halls. You and Father Haymitch were intimate (friendly, even) enough you could come late hours, so you could talk and he could drink. He was a good listener though, and you were feeling guilty about something in particular that evening.

"So… what is it you wanna confess today?"

"I… touched myself last night. I had a dream about someone close to me."

"Hm. I get that, it’s hard to escape those dreams. But why do you need to confess that?”

“Because it’s wrong to feel this way about this person”

“Only God can say what’s right or wrong, kid. So who would that be?"

"I’m not sure I want to disclose that."

"You’re confessing, (y/n). Omission is also a sin, you know."

"Fine! It was you. I had a dream about you."

Silence. Haymitch looked stunned, but not offended. He seemed… curious. Blue eyes widened with wonder.

"Me?" He giggled. "You touched yourself thinking about me?"

"Yes… yes, I did."

He couldn't help but laugh with nervousness. If you were anyone else, you would see it as a sign of mockery.

"Woah… you got some serious daddy issues."

"Yes, thank you I’m aware."

"So you’re attracted to me or something?"

"Yes, I am."

… "You’re weird."

"And you’re an asshole."

Another laugh from him, this time full and sincere.

"You’re really attractive, love. But the whole priest thing won’t let me do much."

"And if it weren’t for the priest thing?"

"Then I would already be on top of you by now."

Shock. You didn't expect him to feel anything in return, let alone talk about it, now your core ached with more desire than before. You wanted this conversation to keep going, so you taunted him.

"You think you’d be on top?"

… "Oh? So you had sex before?" he laughed

"No. I thought you weren't supposed to have sex before marriage?" you said slyly

"Haha very funny… and you think you know what you want?"

"Oh, I know what I want."

The room turned warmer. Your blushed skin burned with embarrassment at all these sudden revelations, but it was too late now, you were in too deep. And Father Haymitch was looking at you intensely like he could look right through you.

"So what do you want? How did it feel in your dream?"

You looked at him in his eyes… and started confessing.

"It felt… real. I could feel your hands on me, grabbing my skin. Could feel your lips kissing mine. Felt your mouth going down on me, your fingers… inside me. I could feel you inside me, Father."

… "Fuck, (y/n)."

His eyes were closed now, one hand still holding the glass of whiskey he got at the beginning of the session and the other rubbed on his forehead. His legs were wide apart, and you couldn't help but notice the growing bulge in his pants.

"And I kissed you too. Your mouth, your jaw, neck, chest, stomach… Down until I could wrap my lips around you and taste you."

You were suddenly kneeling now, slotted between the Father's legs. His usual blue eyes grew darker, pupils dilated with desire.

"Damn it, doll. Look at what you've done to me…"

He palmed his crotch at the now obvious bulge, and you quickly helped him undo his pants. Finally, when his cock was out, you admired it for a few moments before putting it in your mouth, taking him slowly inch by inch down his shaft.

He groaned, putting his glass on the ground to get a fistful of your hair, guiding you to the right rhythm. He rolled his hips gently as you did your best licking, kissing and sucking on him. As you finally got the hang of it, you felt confident taking him deeper until you felt your gag reflex, his head touching the back of your throat as you swallowed around him.

"Ugh, yeah… just like that."

It felt ecstatic, you could taste and smell him and everything was so good it overwhelmed you. The feeling of his cock in your mouth turned you on so much, your sex ached in anticipation.

You couldn't help it, you started touching yourself then and there as you sucked him off. Father Haymitch seemed to enjoy the view, though.

"Got horny with just my cock in your mouth, huh?" his voice deep and low, sending shivers down your spine. Your response was to pause, look at him in the eye and lick from the base of his cock to the tip, where you planted a gentle kiss.

His eyes glimmered, he chuckled as he tightened the fist he had at your hair. "Naughty little thing."

You continued sucking his cock as you touched yourself, one hand down your pants and the other at the base of his shaft.

You were close, and when his moans started to get louder, you knew he was too. You looked at him, bobbing your head up and down his length and started to moan around him.

"Fuck, (y/n)… fuck. Keep going."

You came first, popping his dick out of your mouth to moan loudly, your hand never stopping from jerking him. It felt incredible, waves of pleasure washing through your whole body. He watched you with his full attention, and seeing you orgasm sent him to the edge.

You opened your mouth wide as you jerked him and soon he came with a groan, shooting cum into your mouth and down your throat. You swallowed while looking at him, and he smiled.

"Damn, you look good like that… you did amazing, sweetheart."

After you two regained composure, you sat by his side and kissed him. Your lips grazed shyly at the beginning, but soon turned into a deep passionate kiss. You could taste the alcohol in him, and he could taste himself. You wanted to kiss the man since you'd met him, and your heart pounded with emotion. Little did you know he felt the same.

"You're a pretty little thing, aren't you?"

—

[fennthetalkingdog]

It's Gendering Time Baby (aka Fenn's weird thoughts about his gender in essay form)

Okay, so it's really late at night while I'm writing this (not the same time that I'll post probably) but my brain's going on a spiral tangent thing so I wanna go down it while I can. So I'm prolly gonna ramble, I apologize in advance.

So anyway, I feel like my relationship with my gender is... unique? I don't know, I see a lot of people talk about how they feel like a man or woman or nonbinary person, or how they feel like nothing or something neutral or "just themselves" but from what I've heard the latter usually call themselves agender or neutrois or something like that. If I had to pick one, I legitimately don't know what I'd say. I know your experience as a kid isn't the end-all-be-all for your identity, but I tend to look back at mine a lot to make sure I'm not adopting a label that doesn't represent me at all—but when I was a kid, I had no conceptualization of gender. It just wasn't something I noticed. Hell, I noticed differences in height more than I noticed differences in gender at the time. If you asked kid me, they'd probably just say, "Huh? What do you mean? How can you feel like a gender??" So that's not particularly helpful.

I didn't really start noticing gender until I learned that trans people existed (high school; had Christian parents and was overall pretty sheltered). And I only really learned about it in the context of "some people feel so strongly about gender that they wish to transition." So of course little me, who barely noticed gender at all, thought that they must be a demigirl because they were born a girl but didn't really feel anything. (I know now that's not what "demigirl" necessarily stands for lol but give lil me a break.) But their parents rejected them and of course, since they now had no other way to express this potential side of them, little me went exploring more. They found labels like "agender" and "neutrois" that seemed to fit their experience so much better, and so the demigirl label was dropped. But it still didn't feel like them, and they still don't feel like me.

You see, my gender is a pretty complicated thing that I like to ignore most of the time. But there was one time I tried to give a friend a metaphor to describe it, and that's the best thing I've got even now so here it is. I have a slightly interesting physical problem when whenever I strain my shoulders too much, the skin on my back becomes really sensitive and if I move in the slightest, it feels like my shoulder blades will break through my skin (consequence of carrying too heavy bookbags in grade school). But sometimes I can feel it starting to get bad because it feels like a hole is forming between my shoulder blades, like a cavern, where muscles that should be chill and calm feel almost like they're being sliced. (I promise this isn't a medical problem.) And my gender almost feels like that cave: a wide, open space lined with smooth, water-worn stone and closed to the open air, with a massive lake at the bottom and a single stalactite hanging from the ceiling. Water occasionally drips down from the stalactite and into the lake, and that's my gender, except the lake feels like nothing and my gender is diluted once it hits the surface of Me. I have a gender, maybe, but it's in parts per million instead of wholes.

So I'm basically agender, right? Or I'm some sublabel like libramasculine if my gender feels important to me still, but problem solved, right? Well, those labels technically fit from a technical perspective, but they still feel wrong. I may not have a gender, or at least a strong one, in the sense of having strong preferences about how I'm treated or seen, but at the same time I do? But it comes more in the form of likes and dislikes. I like being seen as a masculine (gender-wise) person over a feminine (gender-wise) person. I like being seen as a feminine as fuck (presentation-wise) dude instead of as a girl who doesn't care for themself. These feel like they come more from my personality than from a gender, so my gender is still technically nothing, but it still feels wrong to label myself as agender or something similar when I have such notable feelings about the matter.

So what do I do instead? Well, I play gender, like how a toddler "plays" as an animal or how a kid "plays" as a character from their favorite TV show. Everything I perform is still me—it's my desires, dislikes, and personality—but I get to be a boy thing instead of what people wanted me to be. If my birth gender is old and crusty and doesn't fit, then I get to choose something cooler, a new role I can play. The difference doesn't really matter on a day-to-day basis, does it? No one can tell if I knew since birth or if I'm faking it or if I'm somewhere in between, so what does it matter? What I know for sure is what I want to do with my body: I want to lop off my boobs and I maybe want to take testosterone. And I like being a boy in a dress. So, technically I don't really feel a gender? But I still don't identify with agender or any of the adjacent "lack at least some gender" labels because it feels weird trying to put a label on something that isn't there. I just call myself a transmasc nonbinary boy/man and move on with my life, because if I stop and think about it I'll confuse myself all over again.

[eternal-armin]

angel of small death and the codeine scene.

after a few weeks of distance and silence, eddie talks to reader about what's been bothering them; and they end up confessing something they're very worried about. reader: transmasculine. cw: mentions of homophobia/transphobia, gender dysphoria. i've been questioning my gender again and this seemed like a good outlet to try and vocalize it so it's a little self-indulgent. i hope you like it anyway :>

life is complicated. let's start there.

jobs are complicated, legal processes are complicated, school is complicated, family is complicated, friends are complimented—and for damn sure boyfriends are complicated.

honestly, the one thing you didn't expect to be complicated was yourself. you were yourself, man, how complex could you be?

oh how silly you were.

every single day, you felt a little bit different from the day before. some days you felt more feminine, other days way more masculine, and sometimes—kind of the majority of the time?—you felt more androgynous. somewhere between feminine and masculine, or even out of that binary entirely. you tried to placate this with different styles of clothes, different cuts, colors, layers, all that. you didn't have the guts to wear a skirt or 'typical girl clothes,' even when you felt like you would only be comfortable in that, because... well, 1980s indiana. you would be crucified.

maybe the worst part of it was that you didn't feel you could tell anyone. not robin, not steve, not nancy, not even eddie. you were dating him, you had been dating for months, and yet you just didn't have the guts to tell him. what a fucked-up little circle, huh? how would he feel? he was dating you, he was gay, and—would he still want to date you? even if you had your more feminine days?

sometimes it felt like you wouldn't mind being called someone's girlfriend. sometimes it felt like 'they' would be a nice way to refer to you. sometimes you hated it when people called you by your real name. but what were they supposed to call you?

you had no idea.

for the past few days, this was all that was on your mind. your grades were slipping a little and eddie was starting to notice how spaced out you were, all the time. at lunch, during class, hanging out between classes, while smoking in the janitor's closet. you were simply closed-off. and he wouldn't usually be concerned, even he had his standoffish streaks, but you told him everything. or you used to tell him everything. every day that passed where you said nothing was wrong, he got more and more worried.

it only takes so long before he needs to ask. and the drive home was one of those times. the van was parked next to his trailer. he turned down the music.

immediately, you were panicking. dry mouth, sandpaper throat, clammy hands, thumping heart. you knew exactly what was about to happen and you dearly wished it wouldn't.

"so, uh, i... i don't really—it's obvious. but i'm fuckin,' i'm worried about you." eddie first started speaking too fast, then too slow. he was still kind of new to initiating the concerned-boyfriend-talks, and it was awkward to him. it was endlessly awkward to you, too. "y-you, uhm, you've been distant. recently. and, like, that's fine! i get it, sometimes i get overwhelmed with me, too! that's cool, it's whatever, but i—if you wanna talk to me, i would be really... i wanna know what's going on. i wanna help you, if you need it. or if you want it. i-i mean, i'm your boyfriend. i would die for you. kill for you, but let's not talk about that."

that little bit of sarcasm made you chuckle. that lightened the mood by a pretty substantial amount. still, you felt panicked. a little voice in the back of your head kept saying that this was a bad idea. a very, very bad idea.

well, your mouth worked quicker than your mind sometimes.

"i'm sorry that i worried you," you began. that sentence alone made his concern sky-rocket, his brown eyes widening to the likeness of saucers. probably not the best way to start your confession. you reached over to hold his hand, a gesture quickly returned. he interlocked his fingers with yours. both of you were a little calmed. "it's just, uhm... internal stuff, i guess."

your voice was so soft. and it was trembling.

"i keep psyching myself out when i want to talk to you about it. it's—it's so dumb, but i always think you're gonna hate me for it."

of course he'll hate you. he isn't an angel.

eddie stared at you for a second. and when you looked back, you couldn't quite understand what that look was saying. if it was saying anything at all. "there is literally nothing in the world that could ever make me even mildly dislike you." he broke into a grin. "it's impossible."

well, that seemed decently true. you shared in his smile, and you felt a little less nervous. now there was a completely different hurdle; how could you describe something to him that you could barely understand yourself? you took a breath, hesitating to speak for another moment. eventually, though, you found some decent metaphor. "y'know those pendulums? the crystal ones you described during hellfire last week?"

"yeah—i have no clue how that's relevant."

"no, no, don't worry, i—it is. i just, uh..." you trailed off and cleared your throat. "i've been feeling like that. recently. and not really in my mood, i'm not having big ups and downs anymore, it's more, like... m-my identity, i guess." it was no surprise that half-formed thought completely confused your boyfriend. "like—like sometimes i feel how i normally do, i'm comfortable with my usual clothes, i don't mind being called by my birth name and shit like that. but sometimes i also really feel out of place in my body. y'know? like it's just kind of... wrong... i guess." even though you weren't done talking, your voice cracked. why the hell were you about to cry? what reason did you have?

he squeezed your hand, keeping you focused, and giving you a reassuring smile. with a little bit more confidence in your poorly-formed explanation, you summoned the courage to continue.

"i'm gonna try and be crude about it, i think. for both our sake's. rip the bandage off, right?" you forced out a wheezy chuckle. "i-i—it's just—sometimes i feel more like a... a-a girl, i guess. or at least more feminine. and sometimes i don't—i don't feel like either, any, at all. and i can never anticipate how i'm gonna feel and i never feel at home in this body anymore, and lord knows i don't have enough money for a new wardrobe—" you cut yourself off. your rambling was becoming frustrated; raising in volume, growing quicker in speed, fumbling as you spoke a mile a minute.

"hey, hey, it's okay, rockstar!" eddie let go of your hand for a second, and you were enveloped in a tight bear hug. the pressure therapy certainly helped bring you back to your senses, taking deep breaths of the open-windows fall air. you could feel the sunrays again. at least the sun wouldn't get in your eyes, not at this angle. "why would i hate you for this, man? uh—sorry, that, force of habit."

you chuckled a little, shaking your head slightly. "no, no, i don't mind. 'man' and 'dude' and 'bro' have become so gender-neutral." it was kind of incredible, how stuff like that tends to happen. "b-but—but you... you don't mind? y-you don't care?"

"i mean, of course i care, but i don't care, y'know? before—i really wanna say something, but i wanna make sure of some stuff." eddie pet your head, running his fingers over your hair. the rings were cold, not that you minded. "like, uh, what do you want me to refer to you as? my boyfriend, orrr...?"

you took a moment to think about it. the answer wasn't gonna be permanent, that was for sure. "u-uh, i'm not sure. i'm fine with that right now, but—i don't—it might not stay. like that, i mean."

"chill. yeah, that's fine, whatever. i'll try and find some, like, universal term." you felt a little guilty hearing him say that. eddie, researching? and not for a roleplay campaign? jeez, you should feel honored. but you just felt shitty, like somehow you had forced him to, and he hadn't wanted to do it himself. "d'you still wanna be called 'he?'"

"... same as... yeah, same as before."

eddie nodded. you could practically hear the gears in his head turning, processing the information, trying his damndest to commit it to memory. he couldn't bear the thought of accidentally making you uncomfortable. or feel un-listened to. was that even a word? well, it is now. "and—this is the most important question of all, so listen up—would you rather be called handsome, beautiful, pretty, cute, or hot?"

your muffled laughter against his shoulder meant the entire world. you felt that grin of his against your hair for the seconds until you stopped laughing. "i have no preference."

"good, because the only other option was gonna be 'i really wanna fuck you right now' and you'd hate me if i said that in public."

"you're damn right i would!" and though your words were dead serious, you still laughed right on through them. eddie joined in, holding you yet a bit closer, swaying like there wasn't an uncomfortable center console dividing you two like you were teens at a school dance.

you were beyond relieved. you'd spilled the very life-or-death beans and now here you were, bickering again about eddie's hopeless addiction to brazen and blatant sex jokes like nothing in the world could ever be wrong. you never had anything to worry about, and now, in retrospect, you felt a little foolish. but foolishness was tolerable, especially in comparison to that stomach-wrenching, heavy-like-tungsten anxiety about what could've happened. maybe there was a world where he would be disgusted or something.

but that was sure as hell not this one. and like hell you were gonna complain.

"when it comes to that wardrobe problem," he began. you knew that little sing-song quality to his voice, the way he hummed the words. you knew exactly what he was about to suggest, but he kept speaking before you could object. "i will gladly sponsor you, little one, your wish will be my command. as long as i get to be in the dressing room with you." both of you laughed at that very quick condition. you playfully punched his shoulder, and he fell back against his seat, clutching the spot.

"ack! he's got me! blood, blood, and death!" he went limp. somehow it was funnier that he was trying not to laugh, trying very hard not to laugh. his grin was practically ear to ear.

"i have slain thee, foul beast!" you proclaimed triumphantly. as the laughter died down, the smiles remained. your cheeks began to hurt a little. "you really don't have to do that, though, y'know."

"don't have to do—i want to do it, [y/n], and you are not talking yourself out of my shows of romance through capitalism."

you shook your head slightly. you recognized an unwinnable argument when you heard one. "okay. okay. and i will honor your condition as well." admittedly, a little grin was taking over your smile. you leaned against him, and the world was suddenly feeling a lot less complicated. maybe just because you knew you weren't going through anything alone anymore. now you could say, without hyperbole, that you trusted eddie munson with your life. was that a good thing or a bad thing? only time will tell.

"thank you for this, eds. thank you for everything."

as cliche as it was, you felt yourself tearing up, and your voice cracked. it was like you were right out of some cheesy romance novel or flick. except cheesy romance novels & flicks didn't have same-sex protagonists. oh well.

"oh, sweetheart!" he kissed your head over and over until he could peek you smiling again. "you don't gotta cry. it's basic human decency and compassion. i love ya, i'd never think for a second to abandon you for something like... y'know, yourself." you wouldn't expect this same level of compassion and care from anyone else in the world. maybe robin and steve would understand, but they wouldn't understand like eddie did. not even your parents would show you the same level of unconditional love.

maybe unconditional obsession? well, he was eddie, that kinda came with the territory.

"i love you too, eds. but don't you dare think i'm not gonna thank you, like, every day for the rest of our lives."

"every time you thank me, i'm gonna kiss you till you can't speak. or—better yet—until you can only say my very beautiful and manly name."

"i'll take you up on that."

[johnwgrey]

EITHER/OR

Thank you for the tags @martsonmars @aroace-genderfluid-sheep and @urban-sith 💙💙

slow burn or love at first sight

fake dating or secret dating

enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers

oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence

hurt-comfort or amnesia

fantasy au or modern au

mutual pining or domestic bliss

smut or fluff

canon-compliant or fix-it

reincarnation or character death

one-shot or multi-chapter

kid fic or road trip fic

arranged marriage or accidental marriage

high school romance or middle aged romance

time travel or isolated together

neighbors or roommates

sci-fi au or magic au

body swap or gender bend

angst or crack

apocalyptic or mundane

Some explanations and a few tags under the cut!

At this point I feel like you guys can tell I don't like suffering 😂

I'm gonna keep this short

Enemies to lovers has always been one of my favourite tropes. Way before I started reading fics!! Friends to lovers is nice, too but there's just something about a good enemies to lovers story, you know?

Domestic bliss/mutual pining - I had originally chosen domestic bliss but writing this made me change my mind. I like mutual pining as well, actually. You just wanna yell at them cause they're so stupid and throw away your phone but it's just so nice when they finally get together. I like domestic bliss cause I'm sappy and I like seeing people happy. I'm a simple gal.

Fluff - I like smut as well, don't get me wrong. Reading good smut is very satisfying but I'm afraid I'm a romantic at heart and fluff always makes me swoon (whereas smut can sometimes be hard to read, depending on what they're doing. I'm not always gonna be into the smut, but I'll always be into the fluff)

Multi-chapter - I like one-shots, too. Really, the only thing that matters to me is that it's not too long. I chose multi-chapter cause usually the chapters are shorter than some one-shots and also, it allows me to take breaks while reading the fic. My attention span is terrible. I can't read anything that's too long.

Kid-fic hands down!!!! I'm a sucker for kid-fics!!

Middle-aged romance - I'm closer in age to middle-aged people now than I am to high schoolers so I can relate more. But I also like the idea that it's possible to meet someone and to fall in love, and be desirable/desired etc etc (everything society tells you you can't do past the ripe old age of 25, basically) in your 40s or 50s. It's like, fuck you, society! You can't put an expiration date on my happiness!!

Roommates - although neighbours is very very nice too 👀 I don't know why but the word "neighbours" immediately made me think of the movie what's your number and now I'm like what if someone wrote a wsyn au??? just kidding! unless.... 👀👀👀

I chose crack because I will choose to laugh over everything else most of the time but I would be lying if I said I didn't like angst as well tbh

Mundane!!! I only read snowbaz fics and the boys have been through so much they deserve all the mundane they can get!! Give me the most boring Tuesday evening fluff you can get!!

Tagging @bookish-bogwitch @cutestkilla @ileadacharmedlife @facewithoutheart @sillyunicorn @ivelovedhimthroughworse @tea-brigade @you-remind-me-of-the-babe if you feel so inclined!

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Fireside spice and bonfire 🔥

Thank u!!! 💛💛

Fireside - if you had your dream wardrobe, what would it look like?

Just a mess, frankly aksnfkgn. I've got such a range of stuff I'd love to get: a nice tailored suit, a full ballroom gown, a ridiculous assortment of leather and velvet trousers, entirely too many waistcoats and cravats, enough platform shoes to rival elton john, and anything else that screams Gender at me in some way.

Spice - have you ever encountered a house that you believed to be haunted?

Now, this is where ppl will think im a loon. That's fine, I hold my own beliefs here with a big grain of salt and the acknowledgement I'm likely wrong and my brain is just misfiring or something. But at the same time it doesn't hurt anyone and it brings me comfort, so.

That said, yes. I've done pendulum sessions for family for awhile now, in addition to scrying and Ouija (the last is my most hated method tho because it's boring and doesn't involve anything pretty like my pendulums and my hand sized teeny black scrying mirror.) Not every place dings the bell of Oh Either They Need To Check For Carbon Monoxide or Energy Is Weird Here, but a few I've found to be the latter, personally, to the best of my knowledge:

The barracks at Fort Lincoln in ND. Very heavy and uncomfortable, but like, understandable. Dont think anyone but Custer was real happy in those days, and he was a fucking asshole.

The Old Governor's Mansion here in town. Lotta old white dudes died there. Doors slam shut like mad with all windows closed and no noticeable drafts. Much more irritating than scary because that can damage the old wooden doors.

The trip to New Orleans I took in 2019 was just Interesting Energy City tbh. I'd love to go there for Halloween and see how it feels then.

I've done most of the pendulum stuff/scrying/Ouija stuff in my own condo, so probably my condo? Weird shit happens here fairly often that even family and the few friends that have visited me have admitted they can't find any rational explanation for, but it doesn't bug me. Not to sound like the fkn low key hippie I am, but it's all just energy in the end to me. If ppl past the veil or however you wanna say, wanna slam cabinet doors open and shut for a good two minutes or stand around as a shadow or yell stuff at me (tbh they're actually polite abt that, but it's usually stuff I cant help with much lmaoo), that's cool. As long as they remember it's my space in the end, i can work with it.

Bonfire - describe your dream house.

A nice Victorian, or something very seventies. If the former, a creepy attic or basement is a must. If the latter, a conversation pit is a must. The decor is gonna be varied and weird and probably a confusing mix of seventies colours and jewel tones. One guest room is all black and red velvet the next is some austin powers/glam rock shit so bright you can barely sleep in it.

Ooh, and built in shelves all over. Built in shelves are a gift no one understands until they have them; storage space is a precious commodity (oh god that's the most nearly middle aged thing I've said today i think lmaoo)

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Stay | Catcher Block

request; (from this prompt list)

notes; gender neutral reader

Long before you started working with him, you and Catcher Block were friends, the kind of friends that would spend long nights cuddled up in bed during the winter and long days spread out on the beach during the summer, normal days in autumn were spent strolling together through the city arm in arm with coffee, normal days in the spring were spent lounging around in each other's space until there was something to do; you were the kind of friends that would stir up rumours about whether or not your relationship was truly platonic. And those rumours only grew when Catcher asked you to work by his side as a journalist for Know. They circulated small at first, mere hushed whispers between secretaries. But then they grew and grew.

Catcher brushed off the rumours like a spot of dust on a black suit blazer, but he knew that you let them get to you; so on a cold August day when the pavement was wet and the skies were grey, he grabbed one of your favourite records, and headed over to see you for the night.

"Oh, this won't do," Catcher tutted when he walked in to find you sat cross legged on your sofa with your head in your hands and your eyes squeezed tightly shut; he frowned a little, making sure his hair was slicked back just right before he placed the record on the coffee table and stole the spot next to you, his spot. Always had been. "Tell old Catch what's wrong, baby."

You sighed, shaking your head as you let out the softest of whines, the most woeful of whimpers. How does anyone tell their best friend that they're in love with them? You wanted to tell him, you really did. "I think we should talk..."

Raising a brow, Catcher couldn't help but to smirk a little as his tongue darted out to drag slowly across his bottom lip, his blue eyes burning. "About what?"

"Us, you idiot," you let out a frustrated groan, suddenly getting up and starting to pace up and down and up and down and up and down in front of him. It made Catcher feel quite dizzy as he watched you pacing like a caged tiger. "I think... fuck! I think we should stop hanging out together and... and I should quit Know."

"No," he shook his head. "No, you can't."

"Why not?" You growled. "Catcher, the rumours that-"

"Because you're the only person I've ever truly loved." Catcher stated, his words too honest to be a lie, his blazing blue eyes too sincere to be dishonest; you knew Catcher better than most everybody else, you knew him like the back of your own hand, you knew when he was lying. And when you stopped pacing to look at him, to gawk, you knew he wasn't lying.

"Catch..." your features softened as you swallowed thickly, a sudden lump in your throat as you did your best to struggle for words, but then he pulled you into his lap and kissed at your neck softly. "Catcher..."

"Baby, (y/n), darling, honey, baby," he murmured between kisses. He pulled away, looking at your lips for a moment. "I wanna kiss you so badly, right now."

You had never kissed anyone before, and you were nervous, but even still, you met him halfway; Catcher lead you in the tango of lips, and you couldn't deny that you melted into him. It was a short kiss, with Catcher pulling away with a knowing grin.

"What?" You asked quietly, so very nervous, so awfully anxious that it was a bad kiss. An awful one.

"Have you ever kissed anyone before?" Catcher inquired, already knowing the answer. "Or was I your first?"

You looked away, but that just gave him the chance to chuckle as he leaned in a little closer, his grip on your hips getting a little tighter, making you whimper softly. "You were my first... it was bad, wasn't it? I, I should-"

"You should stay." He whispered. "Stay with me. Stay at Know. Stay... just stay. Just stay and give me every last kiss you got, baby."

"Catch, I... I..." you smiled, then, pressing your forehead into his shoulder as you wrapped your arms tightly around his middle, letting yourself melt against him. For the first time as more than friends. "I love you..."

"I love you, too," Catcher admitted. "Does this mean you'll stay? Stay with me? Stay at Know? Stay and give me all your kisses?"

"Yeah... yeah, it does, buddy boy."

tags; @aesthetically-bii @bellobi @ewansblve @frosted-starlight @rentskenobi @spnfanboy777 @thenlookatyourphones @snips-n-skyguy0501

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Hiya I meant to send you asks like forever ago but I'm bad so I didn't do that so here they are now they're from this ask prompt thing you reblogged

Feel free to answer these about any of your OCs cause I don't really remember any except rabbit and Knight so~

1, 10, 25, 29, 33, 37, 46, 50, 61, 63, 78, 80, sorry there's so many you don't have to answer them all, I am just cursed with insatiable curiosity only balanced out by my fear of asking too many questions and being annoying—

Hi!!! You’re not bad!! You’re one of the coolest aliens ever!!!! 

I am absolutely answering them all with multiple OCs because I will take every opportunity I get to talk about them. 

Putting it under a cut because it is LONG and I don't wanna bother.

1. What is their gender?

The Knight: (she/her)

Rabbit: agender but they use (they/them) pronouns

The Apprentice: (he/him)

Dijon: (he/him)

Julienne: (she/her) (they/them)

Monty: (he/him) (they/them)

Diana: (she/her)

Captain Pumpernickel: (he/him)

William: (he/him)

10. What are some of their talents/skills?

The Knight: Swordfighting, Dancing, pottery

Rabbit: Parlor magic, puppetry, Acting

The Apprentice: collecting, Dunescotch [the world's rough equivalent of chess], chemistry

Dijon: cooking, writing, gardening

Julienne: biking, photography, bird watching

Monty: people watching, bingo, garage sales

Diana: fencing, archery, calligraphy

Captain Pumpernickel: Singing, acting, swordfighting

William: whittling, philosophy, accordion

25. What is their biggest flaw?

The Knight: her naivete 

Rabbit: Their reluctance to be vulnerable

The Apprentice: His aversion to change and the unknown

Dijon: his self-pitying nature

Julienne: Her self-centeredness

Monty: his...not quite human-ness

Diana: She’s uptight

Captain Pumpernickel: hooboy where do I start? For one, his complete and utter dismissal of everything that doesn’t contribut to ADVENTURE

William: his lack of ambition

29. How would they describe their own personality?

The Knight: “Hmmm. I try to be as nice as possible and I’ve been told I’m rhapsodic! I don’t think my singing’s that good but it’s a sweet compliment!” 

Rabbit: “Witty. Yes. Sarcastic? Yes. The people’s demon? In more ways than one~ Even hell can’t handle me.” 

The Apprentice: “Simple, studious, and an enjoyer of quiet studying. I tend to be rather straight-forward in my methodology.”

Dijon: “God do I even have a personality? What am I besides a vaguely human shaped pile of mistakes and disappointments?” 

Julienne: “A fun loving fun person!” 

Monty: “Just your average Earth person! Nothing else to see!” 

Diana: “Calm, cool, collected, the perfect dignitary”

Captain Pumpernickel: “AN ADVENTURER! And a lover! Of your mother! Bring out the good ale my good fellows! Your captain has won another battle of the wits!”

William: “Personality? Never heard of it. Wouldn’t even begin to know what the word means. I know no such words such as sarcastic, laid-back, carefree. Nooooo.”

33. What is their biggest fear? How would they react to having to face it?

The Knight: Being ignored and unheard. She’d probably get really frustrated and maybe cry a little as a result. If it really got to her, she’d need help being pulled out of a dark place. 

Rabbit: Abandonment. Their general reaction to it is to put on a veneer of not caring and close off from the outside world more, even going so far as to act annoying and unlikable so that people leave before getting close. 

The Apprentice: Not knowing. Or, by extension, not being able to learn. He’d probably lash out in anger and storm off. 

Dijon: Being an unredeemable person. He faces it every day and he deals with it by being melodramatic in all of his writings and wallowing in misery. AKA, not dealing with it. 

Julienne: People being genuine. They’d probably get really uncomfortable and try to excuse themselves from the conversation or make jokes to redirect the conversation. 

Monty: The republic finding him hiding out on Earth. He’d fight or do anything possible out of desperation. 

Diana: Being a disappointment 

Captain Pumpernickel: Not being able to bang your mom not having adventures with his crew. He'd probably be reduced to a shell of his former self.

William: Not being able to talk his way out of a situation. 

37. How easy is it for them to say “I love you”? Do they say it without meaning it?

The Knight: Pretty easy but she means it when she says it. She's just full of love tbh.

Rabbit: It's really hard for them to say "I love you". Really really hard. Especially at the start of their arc, they would never say it, however much they mean it.

The Apprentice: It's hard for him to say, simply because it's not quantifiable enough. How does one properly explain how much they love someone? He prefers showing love through actions and more direct compliments.

Dijon: It's not easy for him to say, but he says it without meaning it, both knowingly and unknowingly.

Julienne: She doesn't say it often, but she says it to the people she cares about occasionally. She prefers to say it through time spent and physical touch though.

Monty: The Dude Loves Everything. But they also barely understand the meaning of the word so...

Diana: She doesn't say it almost at all, but prefers to use acts of service and gift giving.

Captain Pumpernickel: He never says "I love you" because he usually doesn't really mean it. He'll use some other compliment or compound of it.

William: He doesn't throw it around easily, so when he says it, it has so much more weight behind it.

46. How easily can they express emotions? How easily can they hide emotions?

The Knight: She expresses her emotions a lot and very easily, but she has a hard time hiding them.

Rabbit: They think they're sly at hiding their emotions, but they let micro-expressions slip constantly. If anyone decided to notice, one would

The Apprentice: He's a blank sheet baybee. What is he thinking? Unless it's frustration or anger, you'll never know.

Dijon: He's just kinda sad all the time. He's miserable and everyone notices.

Julienne: She allows some emotions to come through. It's a bit of a calculated effort.

Monty: All of his emotions come through all the time and he doesn't mind.

Diana: Well, she hides her sadness and happiness, but allows her frustration and such to shine through.

Captain Pumpernickel: He expresses emotions very openly and very loudly. He is a dramatic ham of a captain.

William: He keeps a near perpetual smile that occasionally wavers when things go wrong. He doesn't like to open up emotionally.

50. How would you describe their style of clothing? How would they describe their style of clothing?

The Knight: "fun and comfy!" Light armor with room for mobility but colorful

Rabbit: "...sexy" literally naked except a cloak.

The Apprentice: "practical and sensible" like a fucking nerd

Dijon: "presentable" the best time to wear a sweater, is all the time

Julienne: "quirky" quirky.

Monty: "human clothing for humans! :D" weird mixture of 1800s stuff and modern day stuff. Weird guy.

Diana: "regular??? Clothes???" Fancy ballgown at first then swashbuckling but still expensive.

Captain Pumpernickel: "EXTRAVAGANT AND ASTOUNDING" sexy hobo pirate.

William: "only the highest tier clothing/s" ...rags. doesn't care enough.

61. Which season is their favorite season?

The Knight: Spring

Rabbit: Autumn, harvest festivals and such are good for demons.

The Apprentice: Winter, you have excuses to stay inside and work. Plus the vibe is nice when it's harsh outside and cozy inside

Dijon: Summer, fewer holidays and he's not really cold resistant.

Julienne: Summer. They like the general vibe and popsicles and shorts and sunglasses and such.

Monty: Winter, they love the holidays.

Diana: Summer, she likes the heat.

Captain Pumpernickel: Autumn! He just thinks the weather and vibe are RIPE FOR ADVENTURE!

William: Winter! He like staying inside and the cold.

63. What is always guaranteed to make them smile?

The Knight: her partner! Or a silly joke! Or a delicious snack! Or friendship!

Rabbit: schadenfreude

The Apprentice: order and productivity

Dijon: his favorite childhood book

Julienne: her pet rats! Or pet frog!

Monty: A human thing like paperclips

Diana: this one is a hard one. Succeeding at any of her hobbies.

Captain Pumpernickel: ADVENTURE. and friends

William: seeing Diana smile and be free.

78. Who do they consider to be their best friend?

The Knight: The prince!

Rabbit: the Knight

The Apprentice: books

Dijon: julienne

Julienne: no one. Monty is close.

Monty: ALL HUMANS ARE BEST! AND FRIENDS!!

Diana: no one [William eventually]

Captain Pumpernickel: The sea. And his first mate. And his quartermaster.

William: no one [Diana eventually]

80. Are they a morning person or a night owl?

The Knight: Morning person

Rabbit: Night Owl

The Apprentice: Morning Person

Dijon: Night Owl

Julienne: Morning Person

Monty: Morning Person

Diana: Morning Person

Captain Pumpernickel: Morning Person

William: Night Owl

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Roman Analysis

If I am going to be doing analysis of the sides why not start with the noblest Roman of them all! Let's go plebs.

We're going to analyze and sort things into 4 different categories which. They'll probably overlap like a lot but it's fine. (ihope) So the categories are going to be

Moral Alignments/Standards

Social Standing/Interactions

Personal Issues

Use/Goals for Thomas

Ready? No? Me neither but let's dive in.

Moral Alignment/Standards

Neutral Good

I debated with this and Chaotic Good a bit, however, Neutral Good fits better.

Roman would prefer to follow the law but only if the law is just and upholds to his moral standards.(kinda funny he was a judge.) He wants to help and while he can be self righteous at times and prideful, he generally tries to treat people well and uphold a standard of purity.

He may have moments of doubt such as in SvS. He was the judge because he was the one who was in the most agreement with Deciet, however he chooses what he believes is best for Thomas in the end.

Social Standing/Interactions

This one is an interesting one for Roman. He is generally respected among the other sides, however he is somewhat antagonistic. He tends to but heads with Virgil and Logan most, because of their criticisms of his optimistic attitude, and at times his input will be ignored.

His antagonism to the other sides has improved however it seems. He's genuinely making an effort to be more understanding, lessening the nicknames and trying not to judge people because they don't agree with him.

(ex: SvS "Are you seriously so close-minded to think that everything said by someone you don't like is automatically untrue?" and DWIT "Oh, shut up, Nerdy Wolverine. No! Ugh! I mean-*sighs* I'm sorry, Logan. I didn't mean that.")

Now to analyze interactions with specific sides:

Patton & Roman: A friendly interaction, mainly positive, however Roman has belittled Patton before. They do care about each other which has been shown and will often agree on matters of Romance and Dreaming. There doesn't seem to be any antagonism between the two of them besides sometimes not taking each seriously.

Roman & Logan: Friends however, they argue plenty. They can be annoying to each other, and fight over ideas over Thomas's future and what he should do. That is also, oddly enough what they agree on the most, even creating alliances against the others when arguing over it. They are both critical of each other but will support each other in some of their pursuits. They have been trying recently to understand each other and be more kind.

Virgil & Roman: They started off really rocky. Really rockily. However over the episodes they get better, and are friends now. At the beginning they mainly fought and didn't find a common ground until The Dark Side of Disney and even then it didn't really relive the tension between the two until AA. They tentively became more aware of each other, and Roman even started including him more in videos such as the Christmas episode.

Roman & Deciet: Roman and Deciet actually seem to get along fairly well. Deciet plays to Roman's sensitivities and desires, advertising to his ego I suppose. Roman even comes to Deciet's defense, probably because he's trying to be more... trusting? Less judgemental? Not sure which exactly but he's trying. They're an odd duo but they seem friendly.

Remus & Roman: They have literally interacted twice and Remus knocked him out twice. They're definitely more of Cain Instinct siblings than anything else. And from what Roman has said on Remus, he dislikes him, due to him being like a mirror image of everything he doesn't want to be. I want to see more of them because I love sibling dynamics and I want to see if they could ever be nice to each other but I don't think we will. :(

Personal Issues

Oh this is going to be fun because Roman still hasn't had his issues resolved. We've had an episode on his issues (Am I Original?) but it didn't really address what was wrong and it's ending didn't really... fix anything. Roman was still dissatisfied. And it didn't address all of them. But I think it's coming up because at this point it's been lead up to for so long that if it doesn't I will be very surprised and riot. Help! Him! So what are these issues?

Well the one addressed in An I Original was his dissatisfaction with his own work and perfectionism because he can't let Thomas down and while it was,,, handled? Sorta, it felt like it was putting a bandaid on a bullet wound. Roman still seems to be disappointed in his work and instead of well, dealing with said issue, internalizes it.

He also seems to be disappointed in... well himself and Thomas's relationship status. He's lonely, and his view of his own worth seems to... be lacking.

Examples of said thoughts:

Am I Original?

[Roman]: No! If I can't think of an original idea, what would you think of me? I can't.... let you down.

[Roman]: It's just... I only ever pushed you toward your dreams, Thomas. And I never said a bad word about you. Why don't you want to listen to me more? This whole thing could've been avoided if you did.

Moving On Part 2/2: Dealing With Breakups

[Roman]: Possibly because it reminds you of a time when you felt... worthy of someone.

Crofter's: The Musical

[Roman]: Roman, you dunce! You made a joke and now they'll think that everything is fine.

Learning New Things About Ourselves:

[Roman]: I'm sorry that everything I make isn't the Creation of Adam...

[Roman]: Earlier. I made you angry. I do that quite a bit actually... I provoked you and you retaliated with violence. (Under breath) Like a stupid caveman.(Aloud) But! I am responsible for my actions and my actions alone...So, I'm sorry

[Virgil]: You feel low.

[Roman]: That's not true!

[Patton]: It's okay!

[Roman]: Don't assume!

[Thomas]: You don't need to save face.

[Virgil]: In almost any case,

[Patton and Virgil]: We'd embrace you.

[Roman]: That's rich...

[Roman]: -sighs- It's so hard to create anything that I'm proud of when it's critiqued, so harshly... by you.

[Logan]: What?

[Roman]: Nothing ever seems to be good enough, professional enough... Serious enough for you.

Selfishness vs Selflessness:

[Deceit]: Wow, guys, it's so cool how you never listen to Roman.

[Virgil]: Why is he still here?

[Roman]: Why am I still here?

[Deceit]: Wooow.

[Virgil]: I meant Deceit!

[Roman]: The one and lonely! What? Freudian slip.

[Roman]: It's my sworn duty to help Thomas achieve his hopes and dreams.But Thomas wouldn't dream of attaining his hopes through deceitful means.

[Deceit]: Sure, and you want that stuff that makes you happy, right?!

[Patton]: Do I!

[Roman]: Do I...

Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts

[Roman]: *sighs* Yeah. It's a little like looking into a funhouse mirror, but instead of a giant head, or, like, long legs and a tiny torso, ... it shows you... everything you don't wanna be.

His self worth is... lacking in many aspects. But I don't think it's what's going to be addressed next, I think that's going to be Virgil being an ex-darkside. So hopefully it's soon but... I'm not sure. And I'm not sure if the others are noticing this issue.

Use/Goals for Thomas

He is "Good" Creativity, Ego, Dreams, Romantic aspirations, and Passion. He also is the embodiment of his femininity and masculinity at the same time? Fuck gender roles is what I'm getting from this. Of course he is still a "Manly man, a man who is Manly!" but Thomas has said he represents femininity in a Q&A. So.... fuck gender roles. That's the answer right? Probably.

What he aspires for Thomas to do is to be able to persue his dreams and goals, as evidenced with "I only ever pushed you toward your dreams, Thomas." (AIO) and "It's my sworn duty to help Thomas achieve his hopes and dreams." (SvS) Roman typically goes after this by pursuing a new role, a new romance, or encouraging Thomas to try things to expand his career. Since Thomas is an Actor/Youtuber, Roman is able to influence a lot but seems to be willing to take the side line if Thomas doesn't feel comfortable following said dreams in the way he intended.

He's a dreamer, through and through, complete with the idealization factor. He encourages Thomas to accomplish his dreams but only if Thomas is willing to do so in the way purposed. Which makes sense seeing as he is,,, Thomas.

So that is my Analysis for this week, and until next time, it's just a theory.

A SANDERS SIDES THEORY.

Thank you for reading. Peace out!

[heryellowcup]

Bechloe prompt- Jesse and Beca are best friends, but everyone thinks they're dating. One day, Chloe receives a call from Beca (Beca pocket dialed) and hears a conversation between Jesse and Beca with Jesse encouraging Beca to confess her feelings to Chloe.

thanks for the prompt! this was fun.💕

Chloe frowned when her phone rang and Beca’s name popped up on her screen. Her best friend hated nothing more than talking on the phone ( “Why call when you can just send a message, am I right?”) which is why the redhead was extremely surprised to receive a call from her, especially at this time. Thinking it was probably something serious, Chloe immediately picked up, a little worried.

“I’m not gay!!” Was the first thing she heard Beca say and wow, what a great way to start a conversation. It wasn’t news either. Chloe had always known that Beca was painfully straight, unfortunately. It was pretty much the only thing that bothered her about the other girl. The brunette was just perfect in every other way, at least to Chloe, which wasn’t all that surprising considering she had been crushing on her for years.

“I never said that! But you like her, don’t you?” Chloe furrowed her eyebrows in confusion when she suddenly heard Jesse’s voice as well. Beca was with him, of course she was. The two of them had been a couple for a while now, or at least that’s what the other Bellas had been suspecting. It wasn’t far fetched, considering how much time they spent together. But then why were they talking about Beca potentially being gay?

“Beca??” Chloe asked a few times but apparently Beca wasn’t able to hear her. She was starting to realize that maybe she wasn’t supposed to be listening to any of this. And she was completely right with that assumption, because Beca’s phone was in the back pocket of her pants and she had no idea that she had accidentally called Chloe. If she had known, she probably would’ve stopped talking right away.

“Of course I like her, she’s my-“ Beca groaned as she got interrupted by Jesse who just kept being persistent.

“Not like that! You like her! As in, you want to kiss her and shit. Or you get butterfl-“

“Dude! That’s gross. I don’t do butterflies and cheesy crap like that.” Chloe could almost hear Beca roll her eyes.

“Okay, what do you feel when you see her?” Jesse then asked and Chloe subconsciously imagined Beca glaring at him, which is exactly what had happened.

“Fear.” That was her answer? Really?

Jesse seemed to be thinking the same.

“Fear? Seriously?” he chuckled, obviously confused. He was expecting something cute but then again, this was Beca he was currently talking to.

“Yes, fear. She makes me feel all of these… things. It’s quite scary. Scary as fuck, actually.” Chloe could hear a nervous undertone in the brunette’s voice and she wasn’t surprised about that. Beca really didn’t like talking about her feelings.

“Oh wow. She makes you feel things? Like, actual emotions? That’s huge!” He deadpanned and judging by the groan that followed soon afterwards, Beca had probably hit him. “So, what kind of things does she make you feel then? Naughty stuff? Oh I’m sure you think about her when you-“

Chloe could hear the grin in his voice, but unsurprisingly Beca cut him off with another slap before he could finish. “Shut your mouth, dumbass! Or I’ll tell Posen that you have a toner for her!”

Chloe giggled softly, very amused. Jesse and Aubrey? Really?

But, this whole conversation had also confirmed that the Bellas had been wrong and Beca and Jesse were, in fact, only friends. Unless they had some freaky shit going on. And Chloe was very happy about that. Well, as happy as she could be, knowing that Beca liked someone else. That she liked another girl that most likely wasn’t her. That totally wasn’t her.

“Why don’t you just tell her?” Jesse asked and Chloe could hear Beca snort.

“Why would I? To embarrass myself? Chloe’s straight anyways.”

Jesse started laughing loudly at that and Chloe would have been offended if he wasn’t so damn right.

It also took her a few seconds to comprehend that Beca had just used her name. She had just used her name in this context and it suddenly hit her all at once. Her stomach churned, in a good way, when she realized what that meant.

It also dawned on her that this was definitely not a conversation she should be listening to, now even less so than before. And she felt guilty, she really did. But she was also very nosy and she had been waiting for this moment for so damn long. There was no way she could hang up now.

“What’s so funny?” Beca asked, presumably pouting and very confused.

“Chloe’s not straight, Beca! Actually, she’s probably as far from straight as it gets.”

Beca seemed to be a bit taken aback by that. “Chloe’s gay? But she-“

“She’s not gay, idiot! She just loves people, I don’t think she gives a crap about their gender.”

Chloe almost couldn’t believe how spot on he was.

“So I have a chance…?” she then heard Beca ask softly.

“What do you mean? She’s like, in love with you!” Chloe chuckled and she blushed because god, he was right again.

“Yeah, right!” Beca scoffed.

“I’m serious. Don’t you see how she acts around you?”

“She acts like that around everyone!” Beca protested but she presumed that Jesse had shot her some kind of look because she then heard the other girl groan in what sounded like defeat.

“You should tell her!”

“Oh yeah, sure! So you want me to walk up to her and be like ‘Hi Chlo, how are you? By the way, I like your cute freckles and the way you smell and also the way you get excited about the smallest of things. Oh and you also made me realize I might be gay. Plus, I really wanna kiss you like, all the time-‘”

Chloe then heard rustling and other noises that sounded like Beca might be moving her phone and then-

“Oh shit.”

It was the last thing she heard Beca say before the phone call ended abruptly.

[chaoticsimlish]

Tumblr Pride Challenge: Day 10

Today is what lgbtqia+ cliche do I identify with and it is at this point that I wonder who wrote these prompts. So, being pansexual/nonbinary/genderfluid lets look at the cliches normally associated with my identities.

Pansexual

That we're actually just bi-sexuals

That we're going through a phase

Because we're pan we aren't capable of monogamy

We can't get along with bisexuals

We're only interested in threesomes or orgies

Alright so pansexuality is defined as an attraction to people regardless of gender or being attracted to people of any gender. It is always compared to bi-sexuality because being bi means you are attracted to two or more genders and in that way it can easily cross over with pansexuality. I've had people ask me why I define myself as pan and not bi before and the reason is, gender isn't a factor for me in the attraction conversation at all, whereas some of my bi friends have said "Well I like feminine people and nonbinaries, but not masculine people". For me, I just like people. I don't care if they're masc, fem, nb, agendered, or anything else. As long as they are a people I can be attracted to them.

The going through a phase thing is something that is more of a universal thing lgbtqia+ people hear, I think. When I came out to my mom when I was 12, she told me it was just a phase and I'd get over it. She was wrong and she understood that, so when my sister came out to her, she didn't say that again. Some people just gotta learn.

I'm just gonna lump the last ones together. I am polyamorous as well, however, my boyfriend Matt is not. He says he doesn't mind but, past experience has told me that he actually does mind it. So, I put the polyamory on a shelf and I'm just with him now. I know some people will have critizism for that BUT Matt and I have also been best friends for seven years and I can't see myself being with anyone else right now so it doesn't bother me at all. If I really wanted to take poly off the shelf again and explore it, he'd support me even if he wasn't 100% percent comfy with it. I don't find myself hunting down threesomes or orgies, nor do I find myself at odds with my bisexual friends. People have the oddest notions about people they don't know.

Nonbinary/Genderfluid

You're doing this for attention

You're just confused

That nonbinary is a new concept

Being nb is a political statement

Being genderfluid is all in your head

You can just change clothes if you wanna be more masc or fem

Trigger warnings for: Self harm, gender dysphoria, body dysmorphia

Alright so lemme start this out by saying, I was a perfectly fine happy girl when I was growing up. I was a tomboy but, that wasn't unheard of. It wasn't until I hit age 10 and my boobs started growing and my body started changing that I begin to have body dysmorphia and gender dysphoria. Basically, my body felt like it was no longer my body and I no longer felt like a girl. This is also about the tike my depression and anxiety really started to take its toll on me. I was under an immense amount of mental stress and I felt trapped in the body I was in. So, I began to self harm as a form of stress relief. I would cut these big x marks in my legs because this wasn't my body it didn't belong to me. It got bad enough that I accidently cut too deep one time and almost died alone in my tub.

Mom found out about the cutting and snapped me out of the habit quick and from then on I just started doing research about gender. Once my depression finally settled into the norm it is for me now, it made things a lot easier for me and the dysphoria and dysmorphia became background noise. Now, this isn't the average experience for everyone, this is just my experience. When I was eighteen I found the term nonbinary and it fit me better than anything I had felt before and I felt right for the first time in a long time. I found genderfluid when I was 20 and that became my new signifer.

Tl:dr: Fuck you if you think I went through hell just for attention or out of confusion. Non-binary has been a concept in many cultures for thousands of years and can't be reflected on just outside changes. It's a mental state not always a physical one.

To whomever wrote this prompt, wtf

[mlmxreader]

Words, Words, Fucking Words | Obi Wan Kenobi

request; ""It's wrong to be in love with your best friend who's also your roommate, isn't it?" with university obi wan?" // ANON

notes; gender neutral reader, university AU

The flat you shared with Obi Wan was quiet, eerie even, as you sad reading a book and he focused on his studies, an assignment from Qui Gon that had to be in come midnight; the clock was ticking, four o'clock in the morning so close yet so far, neither of you able to sleep. Although the cause of your insomnia was far different to his; while Obi Wan insisted on turning in the assignment as quickly as possible, you were debating on how to tell him about your feelings.

About how you loved him. How you cherished and treasured him, even if he seemed to become angry when you went out drinking with classmates, even if he sulked and brooded for the night when you talked about people you found attractive; you wanted to believe it was jealousy, but you knew it wasn't. Deep down, you knew that he would never feel the same way, to Obi Wan, you were just his classmate, flatmate, and best mate. That was all. That was all.

Looking over at you from his laptop, Obi Wan frowned. "Why don't you go to bed? You look exhausted."

He caught a glimpse of your book, the script to Hamlet, when you put it side, shrugging and sighing heavily and deeply. Rubbing your temples as you grumbled. "I wouldn't be able to sleep if I did."

"Would it make you feel better if I joined you?" He asked, knowing that you often slept better when he shared your bed, he didn't mind it, he revelled in those nights and how you would snuggle up to him and sleep soundly in his arms. He often liked to think that you were dreaming of him, that you were off in a world where you were his and he was yours. Even if he knew better.

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes tightly shut as you let out a mighty yawn, your jaw clicking as the sound ripped through the flat, smashing and shattering the silence like ice. "I don't think so... I just... words, words, fucking words that I want to say but can't."

Obi Wan furrowed his brows, looking you up and down with caution and worry, tilting his head to the side as he slowly licked his lips, pondering, wondering, thinking. "And why can't you say them?"

"Because they're words that nobody wants to fucking hear," you answered, "they're words that are better off forgotten."

He shook his head, tutting softly as he moved over, patting the spot beside him. "Come sit with me, at least, then."

You were hesitant for a moment, not wanting to get too close in case he could hear the way your heart screamed for him, but you still got up and sat beside him, resting your head on his shoulder as you watched him type up his assignment; you were so close, and you could feel the words leaving your mouth before you had a chance to stop them, "it's wrong to be in love with your best friend who's also your roommate, isn't it? I mean, it's stupid to think that-"

"No," he answered softly, "no, it's not... not wrong, and even if it was... it wouldn't stop me."

There was silence as you processed his words, eventually looking up at him, seeing his beaming smile and the softness behind his eyes as he held your gaze. "Obi Wan... are you... are you telling me that you... you feel the same?"

Obi Wan nodded, still flashing that beaming brilliant bright smile of his. "How could I not? You're amazing, (y/n), and I... I know we've been friends forever, and I know we're on the same course, but... I can't help it if I'm in love with you."

"I love you, too," you muttered, clinging onto his arm the way a lost puppy clung to whoever rescued it. The way a kitten clung onto a blanket with its claws. "I... I love you, too."

He turned his head to the side to kiss the top of yours, sweet and tender, before he turned back to his laptop and sighed. Three thirty-seven in the morning, submissions for assignments wouldn't be open until eight. "You should get some sleep, love. It's nearly four."

"I wanna stay up with you," you whispered, nuzzling into him.

Obi Wan had an idea, it wasn't brilliant, but it was good, it was a gentle idea. "And what if I don't stay up? Would you sleep, then?"

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[rainbow-demoness]

Taking this one out of the tags because it casually explained something about bff's that I've experienced but didn't understand: #adding here: there was an episode of mst3k that was a 50s educational film about girlhood friendships that was just steeped in lesbianism#the 50s mom was worried that the daughter was spending too much time with her best friend#forgetting that all close girlhood friendships are like first love#and that she had had a similar overwhelming crush on her childhood bff#it made me very sad that that view isn't perfectly natural now and that when girls are too close they are considered#playing with the fire of lesbianism#even people who consider being gay fine still don't like people doing things that are affectionate without labelling those people gay#it's not gay to kiss the homies good night#and honestly#lesbianism is such a complex topic so much debated#and the girls in the original story at least the older one clearly is not a lesbian she's bi#the younger one has some decisions to make for herself#people need to stop trying to label other people#if you wanna fuck your best friend even if they're the “wrong” gender#just do it you only live once#and love is more important than labels or society#just don't lie about it to your partner