#like both dads are secretly gay and openly fucking assholes

[buysomecheese]

I’ve only watched a bit of each but Butters’ family (and Butters himself) reminds me a lot of Moral Orel and Orel’s family

[ssreeder]

I'm so looking forward to iroh and zuko properly talking and seeing irohs reaction to zuko being gay.

Like we all know he doesn't agree with the fire nation rn but how will he react?

Will he not support him cause sokkas a guy? Will he not support him because it's SOKKA? Will he accept him? Will he reveal he's known for years zuko was gay?

Especially with everything that happened with zhao, regarding to what jee said to bato on their date. (Which is a very understandable perspective, zuko just got out of this very sexually traumatising situation and almost immediately starts a relationship (his first relationship) with sokka, but then again it is a very unique situation)

One thing I love about some atla fics is how they portray the FNs thoughts on queerness, cause on one hand they were one of the only country's (I think) that treated men and women the same but then again it's also the fucking fire nation.

And I also think zukos whole canon arc can be very comparative to queerness,

His dads an asshole and after speaking out against him he throws him out, and zuko try's for 3 years to regain his father's love and acceptance, and then faced with the opportunity of regaining it takes it immediately regardless of who or what he may hurt (iroh, his own morals etc) but once he makes it back home realises how fucked up everything is and eventually confronts his dad and openly tells him he doesn't agree with him then runs aways.

I also wonder if iroh secretly knows jee is queer it doesn't seem that likely to me but it also is iroh so who knows.

<3

I do think Iroh’s reaction will be a big moment for not only the story but for Zuko’s character development. Right now, Zuko’s technically still a prisoner, holding himself there by assuming Iroh will not understand or judge him when in reality he’ll never know what his uncle is thinking until they TALK ABOUT IT. (Which the FN royal family is just sooo good at healthy communication I don’t understand why this is so hard for them lol?!)

I do agree that the suddenness of the relationship combined with the intensity from both zuko and Sokka is very alarming for people looking at it from the outside (I mean we all totally get it cause we were there but others are like uhhhh hmmmm ok this might be concerning) so I get them gossiping and wondering if this is truly real or what the fucks going on with those boys.

I love Zukos canon arc because there’s just so much about zukos story that can be relatable no matter who you are and I think that’s why he is a fan favorite (it doesn’t explain why we torture him the way we do but ehhhh it’s fine haha)

Hmmmmmm does iroh know Jees gay? Depends on how saucy those music nights got ;)

[depressed-celestial-body]

K so I made some warriors OCs with the felidaze picrew again, some rich ass parents and their four rich ass kids https://picrew.me/image_maker/254030

So like this is an AU so stuff is like...idk more human like? These dudes are all from a rich family cuz their daddy owns a big ass company

Also like I think some of these names might already belong to some canon characters in Warriors? Idk, there are so many of them at this point that it's kind of a waste of time to worry about it unless it's the name of a protag

They also have powers n shit because I have never had an original thought in my entire life and everyone has to have super powers or else I will pass away, buuuut I haven't finalized these powers yet so they're not here

Also TW Adderfrost is transphobic

Goldenmoon

She/her

Openly bisexual

Married to Smokestar

Wasn't a good mom but got better as she got older

Old lady

Matriarch

Runs a charity

Accomplished novelist and musician

Low key a genius

Helps her husband commit crimes

Taught her husband about pronouns when one of the grandkids came out as nonbinary

Really fucking strong

She and all four of her kids are supposed to have like a crescent moon shape but turned 90 degrees under each eye (so they kinda look like they're like holding the eyes up) but I couldn't do that very well on here

Smoketail/star

He/him

Married to Goldenmoon

Patriarch

Wasn't a very good dad, still isn't, but is great with the grandkids

Singlehandedly built an entire corporation

Rich af

Hates everything except his wife and fam

Asshole

Old man

Was a highly renowned fighter before he got rich

Is still perfectly capable of beating you up

He, his wife, and the dude he hates (Hawkstar) are the strongest cats in their territory

Has escaped from prison three times

Will fuck you up anyone who misgenders his grandkid Reedpaw except for their mother (Adderfrost)

No, he definitely does not have a favorite kid and it is definitely not Adderfrost

Adderfrost

She/her

Fucking vicious

Extremely talented business cat

Very good at math

Makes her father proud

Probably doesn't like you

Forgets she has children

Hates her ex

Workaholic

Transphobic

Most likely to misgender you

Three kids, Reedpaw, Poppykit, and Juniperkit

Set to take over the company when her dad retires and to take over their territory and become Adderstar when both of her parents pass on

Stormcloud

He/him

Shithead

Hufflepuff

Goofball

Good dad

Got stuck in a bear trap once but was somehow fine

Owns a bar and grill place

Most likely to stand outside and watch a tornado

Two daughters, Foxfang (adopted!) and Brightpaw

Foxfang is gay married to a demigirl named Ravensong

Has had some minor beefs with his dad and Nightclaw over the years

Nightclaw

He/him

Biggest asshole

Has had a beef with every member of the family at some point

Ongoing beef with his dad because he thinks he favors Adderfrost (he does)

Does not get along with his siblings except for Dawnheart

Extremely manipulative

Jealous of Adderfrost and Stormcloud

Secretly wants a big family and is in love with someone named Petalface

Has saved Brightpaw's life twice

Became a straight ally just to spite Adderfrost but then actually started to care because the love of his life is transfemme

Dawnheart

She/they

Aroace

Neurodivergent

The only sibling who actively seeks out Nightclaw to spend time with

Doesn't get along with Adderfrost but wishes she could

Very friendly and kind personality

Least likely to get in a fight

Go-to babysitter

Wishes the whole family could get together without a fight breaking out

Mysterious

All of her siblings are very smart, but she is the smartest

Keeps up with the latest memes

Special interest is astronomy

Kinda gets left out a lot because their siblings are all business savvy and they just kinda get treated as a joke

[mediocre--writing]

Imagine: Billy's twin sister who is the only one he doesn't act like a asshole with. Hers behavior is pretty much like her brother's one, she is bossy and often an asshole but it's a cover because she goes through the same shit of Billy

Bonus: she help Billy and Steve to become a thing, with Robin's help

Bonus 2: she fell in love with Robin

oh god thank you for bringing up billy with a bio sister. it’s one of my favorite things and i could ramble on for like years about it

anyway...

my hc is that if billy had a twin her name would be beatrice and they’d either call her bee or trix

even if she is very very similar to billy, i see her as a wall between max and billy. she understands that billy takes things to far but she also sees why he takes them as far as he does

she has an air of cool around her but she doesn’t try quite as hard as billy

she looks exactly like their mother: same curly hair that falls beautifully down her back, same glimmering blue eyes, same build and posture, same kind soul and same spitfire attitude.

bee and billy are both athletic. i see her as maybe doing track or soccer, so she as a kind of lean build but is still equally as muscular.

they both HATEEEE neil.

i see her as being a daddy’s girl when she was young. like he loved giving her cute toys and buying her sweet outfits and he’s a great dad to her.

but once they get older, bee notices that neil is so much harsher on billy and her mom so she starts rejecting his affection, which then makes him reject her.

bee adapts to a personality more like billy’s because she’s sick of neil.

the first time neil hit bee was a week after their mom left and she asked where she was.

she was no longer a daddy’s girl after that day

when they move to hawkins, bee and billy are equally pissed at max

(also i think the reason they left cali was because max saw billy with a boy and accidentally/maybe on purpose told neil about it, hence the resentment between max and billy)

but while billy was openly mean to max, bee was more subtle about it

(ex: knowing that max only drinks orange juice in the morning and taking the last of it and drinking it as she walks into the kitchen)

bee doesn’t like to drive. she has a drivers license but she just doesn’t care to drive much, so they just drive with billy.

it’s also a tactic so that billy doesn’t drive AS recklessly as usual because he wouldn’t want to crash with her in the car.

billy is the only person allowed to call her trix. her mom used to call her that and she can’t handle anyone else but billy doing it.

max doesn’t like either twin, but she prefers bee over billy.

bee is also one of the only people who isn’t scared of billy, even on his worst days, because she gets it.

she’s gotten into a multitude of fights and arguments before and can hold her own but she understands billy’s actions

both of them cannot stand when people are behind them. they always sit in the back of the classroom and have their backs to the wall so there’s no surprises. the only time they relax that rule is at parties, and even then, they’re still cautious

they always look out for each other in an aggressive way.

(ex: billy saying “wow you look sad and desperate” before cuddling next to her on the couch when nobody’s around)

after the halloween situation, with billy teasing steve, bee makes sure to tease him about his very not-subtle crush on the brunette

and on the day that max disappears and billy has to go look for her, bee hears his body hit the wall before he leaves, since their walls meet each other.

when billy comes back, without max, sluggish and bruised, neil lays into him for about half an hour before there’s a knock at the door.

bees been hiding in her room, peaking out every once and a while. (her and billy have made the agreement that if one of them is in trouble, the other should stay out of it, because they’ve learned from experience that if one of them jumps in to help the other, it only gets worse)

but max is at the door with the police chief, for some reason.

the chief explains that his daughter and max had been hanging out together and lost track of time.

neil smiled nicely and let max in before shutting the door on the chief.

but hopper saw the teenager slumped against the wall, much bloodier than the kids had said he was after the fight was steve, and the teenage girl sheepishly peaking through her door.

billy and bee argue after she finds out what happened. even if he was mad, he shouldn’t have attacked a middle schooler. that was just fucked up.

they got over it quick because billy apologized to steve and lucas, neither really accepted the apology but it was there.

over the rest of the year, billy and steve grow into friends (ish) and bee makes the girls varsity soccer team and makes some of the best friends she’s had in a while.

including one of her favorite teammates, robin buckley

bee and robin start secretly dating after a night of smoking weed at robins house. (her dad is super chill and pretended that it was nothing out of the ordinary. or maybe robin did this pretty often)

but they’re happy and the only person who knows is billy. robin was reluctant to let him know, but they gave a secret for a secret and they were just a little group ‘o gays.

robin ended up really liking billy after a day spent getting to know each other at a diner.

as robin sat across from the twins, she learned that they were basically the same person and were both excruciatingly annoying. but they were fun

when the twins got jobs at the pool and robin started working with steve at scoops ahoy, there was a lot of trading and flirting.

a free day at the pool in exchange for free ice cream (and an excuse for either twin to make eyes at either sailor)

after the starcourt thing, bee takes it really hard when she thinks billy’s dead, but he’s alive (because i said so) and her and max (and sometimes robin and steve) spend a whole lot of time in the hospital with him.

he gets discharged after like two or three months and his body is stable enough to walk on his own.

bee and billy, now 18 as of july 25, have moved out of the hargrove/mayfield house and are staying in steve’s too big house that his parents visit less and less each year.

robin is the person to give steve a push into admitting he’s bisexual and has feelings for billy hargrove

robin tells him about her and bee.

(steve makes a stupid joke about birds and bees which makes robin hit him)

but steve makes a move on billy one day when steve’s driving him home from physical therapy and they stopped for lunch (because billy lost a ton of weight from months in the hospital and his appetite is larger than before)

but they share a milkshake in a corner booth and are all blushing and sweet smiles and once they tell the girls, robin starts grumbling and hands a haughty looking bee $20.

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i could write more so if you want it just ask, i have so many more ideas for this

[richiethedicktozier]

|| in a combination of many prompts, i present: great best friend eddie kaspbrak helping upset (and secretly pining) richie tozier post- arcade assault. ||

What could Richie say, going home that afternoon?

Hey Mom. Hey Dad. I got called a fa-- this new word today. Yeah, I’ve heard it before but hearing it as my name sounds different. It feels different.

How about to his friends?

I know we aren’t exactly talking right now, but Bowers just fucking ran into me at the arcade and-- hey! shut up and listen-- GUYS! He asked if I was trying to bone his cousin.

What about himself?

God what a fucking idiot, you looked too long. The way you looked at him. The way you touched his hand. You should have let him go. He’s not your friend. He’s not your friend. He’s not like you, not a disgusting and worthless loser with a perverted secret. What a fucking trashmouth. Filthy mouth thinking and saying filthy things...

One thing Richie never prepared for, was having to tell Eddie. Just Eddie, alone on his front steps. Granted, he didn’t have to tell him anything, but with Eddie it was like Richie’s already running mouth suddenly would attempt a marathon.

“Why are you sitting still? Are you dead or something?” Eddie laughed, already walking up the pathway to Richie’s house. Richie gave him the finger, his words still strangled in the back of his throat. It burned like he was still trying to run. “Most of us are at the clubhouse, maybe going to the quarry later. Why are you here? You hate being at home.”

“Tired.” Richie muttered, adjusting his glasses. “Long afternoon.”

“It’s fucking two.”

“Yeah.”

“Richie, what the fuck? Are you high or something?” Eddie reached up and shoved Richie’s head down, moving his glasses again. “Did you smoke in your house?”

Richie wished he was high, or something to make the harsh air hissing in his lungs feel more like a pillow than a brick blanket.

“No, fuckface. I didn’t. You think Wentworth is at least an iota of cool to fucking smoke?” Richie snapped, pushing Eddie’s hands away. “I’m just sitting.”

“That’s stupid. Sit in the clubhouse with us.” Eddie laughed, grabbing his wrists. Richie refused and Eddie’s grip soon slipped into Richie’s hands.

We don’t like our town being filled with a bunch of fucking fa--

“I’m not going! Just shove it, Eds. I want to sit here.” Richie yelled, yanking his arms back. Their hands pulled apart with a snap, their fingers clinging together.

Eddie blinked at him. “We have a hammock.” He said plainly. “Sit in it with me. Come on, Rich. What the fuck.”

“I said no!” Richie shouted. It was the only thing he could openly deny with Eddie. Everything else was involuntary-- the sweating, the blushing, the need to make him laugh, the need to annoy him, the need to see him-- the least Richie could do was push away those things he could control. Give himself a half a chance to be normal.

Eddie moved Richie’s legs and sat on the step below him. He placed his arms on Richie’s knees, looking up at him the way Richie always imagined people in love did. He nudged his glasses and blurred his vision.

“What happened today?” Eddie was asking like a parent-- or maybe a concerned girlfriend or something. Well no, he was asking like Eddie. Like a great friend, a companion.

A boyfriend, really.

No. No. No. No. No.

"I got run down by Bowers today.” Richie sighed, looking at his hands. “Chased me all the way to the park.”

“Oh fuck-- Why did he do that? I mean, not that the bastard ever has a good reason to do any of his boneheaded bullshit, but where were you when he found you?” Eddie was asking because he was concerned, but Richie began to hear his father’s echo in his voice. Asking what he was doing, where he was going, what did he say to ask for the bullying.

“Just the arcade.”

“Oh.” Eddie groaned. “Fuck that guy. He’s so fucking stupid-- looks a like a weasel, have you ever noticed that? He’s got that really like thin fucking face that just--”

“He called me a faggot.” Richie said, point-blank.

Eddie’s words died, his mouth hanging open as if new ones would just appear. “Oh. Fuck.”

“Yeah.” Richie thought by that point he’d be crying-- like a fucking girl-- but instead, he was just cold. His throat was stale and his tongue was heavy. The truth was the truth, huh?

“Wanna get ice cream?” Eddie said suddenly, sitting back. “Come on, I got a crisp ten that’s got a double scoop of gross ass mint-chocolate chip with your name all over it, Rich.”

“No, I don’t know if--”

“I just offered to buy you ice cream that is easily the grossest flavor. You don’t get to argue! Just fucking get up and grab your bike.” Eddie grabbed Richie’s hands again and yanked him up.

They both nearly toppled over; the taller one of them shouldn’t have been on the higher step. Richie clung to Eddie’s hands and stumbled down the walkway. Even after telling Eddie the truth, he hadn’t tried to avoid touching him-- his hands.

“W-Wait, where’s your bike?” Richie asked, pulling away and wiping his palms on his shorts.

“I walked. We live like, a few blocks apart.”

“Yeah but we’re going downtown.”

“Yeah.”

“Where is your bike?”

“Richie.” Eddie laughed, and pointed at Richie’s bike on its side in the grass. “You have pegs.”

“You’re gonna ride on my bike. With me?” Richie tried to sound possessive. Of the bike, that is.

“Yeah, come on. Don’t be so w--” Eddie stopped and chewed his lip. Don’t be weird. Richie had no say in it; he’d tried. “Don’t be scared-- I’m not gonna die or anything. We won’t tell my mom.”

“Okay. Sure.” Richie said. Oh, this was a bad idea.

And it sure fucking was. Richie sat on the seat while Eddie stood behind him, arms bracing on his shoulders. He called out into the summer wind, laughing and jostling Richie to try and get him to join. He focused on the road and got them to the ice cream shop in one piece-- two pieces, technically. Two separate boys. Not at all conjoined or comparable to any one, unified person or feeling.

Eddie hopped off Richie’s bike the moment he stopped. The shop had a walk-thru window-- for anyone stupid enough to not want to go into crisp air-conditioning. Which was, of course, both Richie and Eddie. They hated going inside the parlor; large masses of sweaty people covered in sticky syrup and loudly crunching on cones? Richie could already feel Eddie’s skin crawling. Birthplace of food borne, close-contact illnesses.

Eddie ordered as Richie waited by a streetlight, balancing himself and the bike against it. It was still strange-- and maybe a move of pity-- that Eddie was buying him ice cream after he’d admitted the worst thing about himself. With absolutely no denial. Even if it meant that Eddie knew that Richie was gay now, he still only took his word for it after hearing that Bowers had called it out in the middle of arcade.

God. He was disgusting.

“Alright, here we go! One fucking gross double scoop of mint chocolate chip. You know, that’s another reason you’re a trashmouth-- you’ll eat just about anything, huh? Mint? Dude, that’s like eating toothpaste.”

"Hey, at least I can handle a little variety! You only eat vanilla!” Richie laughed, taking the cone from Eddie carefully. “Are you allergic to fucking fun, Eds?”

“Hey! It’s arguably the best flavor!”

“Is fucking not. It’s like eating nothing! It’s flavorless. The base of all other ice creams. It’s like eating ice cream primer.”

“When is the last time you had vanilla?” Eddie said, crossing his free arm over his chest. “I think you need a goddamn refresh, asshole.”

He held the cone out to Richie, eyebrows raised. Richie could see the small dip in the top swirl where he’d already licked.

“No.” Richie said, pushing it away. “I’m not licking your-- not sharing your ice cream, dude. That’s gross. I don’t know where that mouth has been.”

“Says the trashmouth.” Eddie retorted, grabbing the handlebar of Richie’s bike as he wobbled. Richie was trying, by all means, to not drop the cone and speed away. It wouldn’t have escaped any of the things swelling inside of his chest, but at least he could die in solitude.

“Would you just fucking try some?”

“No.”

“Rich, come on. If I’m asking you to share my food, I think it’s okay! I know you don’t have fucking weird diseases-- and I sure as fuck don’t. Just fucking have some.”

“No. I can’t.”

“You can’t?” Eddie echoed Richie with a laugh, but his smile fell. “Richie, come on. You can.”

“No. I-- I think I should get home or something. Wentworth is having a really big hard-on for curfew lately so--”

“You don’t have a curfew.”

“I-- I could.”

“You’ve walked out your front door at eleven at night to go swimming in the quarry with us before.” Eddie said, licking the top of his ice cream again. Richie did the same as if only to try and keep himself from sounding like more of an idiot. “Richie, man, what the fuck is going on? Is everything alright?”

They were on the sidewalk in the middle of the afternoon, any number of eyes possibly staring at them and measuring their distance, watching their expressions, reading their lips. There was nothing Richie could say there. Nothing he would want to.

"Are you deaf? I said that I’m fine.” Richie said, nearly grinding his teeth.

“I’m not blind either!” Eddie said, gesticulating his cone around. “You look like shit.”

Oh, well that was good to hear coming from Eddie. He already knew he was ugly-- that he’d “grow into his looks”, whatever the fuck that meant-- but now he had confirmation that no matter how much “beauty was subjective” or whatever, Eddie thought he looked like shit. Great. Amazing. Fantastic. Best thing he’d heard all fucking--

“I mean like. You don’t look like yourself. Your face is like, gray, man. Like, completely gray. Wiped and exhausted. Is everything alright-- besides the Bowers stuff.” Eddie said.

“Can’t it just be the Bowers stuff?” That was all Richie could hear. Over and over and over and--

A blink. A pause. The acceptance of a secret. “’course it can. Yeah. It can just be him. I mean, the guy’s a total fucking dickwad-- doesn’t fucking know anything.”

“Right? What a douche.”

“A fucking shitpile.”

Richie laughed and it hurt, but in the best way. It was the shattering of something old that had formed. Something he didn’t know had built up. He hadn’t said anything-- hadn’t incriminated himself in any way-- but he was no longer alone. He was safe, but he could still be so with his best friend. It could count as lying if Richie really looked at it closely-- but he didn’t want to. He closed his eyes and breathed slow, trying to pretend he was stopping his laughter rather than any possible tears.

“Wanna go home? Go to the clubhouse?”

“What so you can get spiders in your ice cream?”

"Fuck you.” Eddie said, hitching his leg over the back of Richie’s bike. He wrapped his one arm across Richie’s chest and kept the other at length, ice cream unable to drip on either of them. He rested his chin on Richie’s shoulder. “They probably all went to the quarry by now, so we can just sit-- talk if you want.”

Richie’s feet were on the pedals but he was frozen, nearly toppling them over. “O-Okay.”

“I mean, we don’t have to-- it can be about whatever. Like when you’re gonna get a fucking haircut.” Eddie laughed, spitting out some of Richie’s hair that had curled into his mouth. “Hell, I’ll fucking cut it myself.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” You wouldn’t dare touch me like that-- be so close on your own.

“Snip snip, Richie.” Eddie teased, clapping a hand on his chest. “Come on, let’s go before your Colgate Cone melts down your hand, shithead.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, dickwad.”

“If you don’t start pedaling, I’m going to nose you with this cone.” Eddie teased, faking- out nearly smashing the cone onto Richie’s face. Instead, he reached across Richie’s chest with the arm and licked the cone. It grazed his face, getting a sticky stripe on his cheek and a bit in his hair.

“You’re so bossy when you’re on a sugar high.” Richie said, settling further on the end of his seat, letting Eddie sit on the back.

Richie started pedaling, trying to get out of sight of the sidewalk as quickly as he could. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hide his smile, but didn’t want anyone to catch him with it-- catch him with Eddie, resting his head against Richie’s.

This time, he wasn’t doing anything. He was just biking when Eddie grabbed him, comforted him. Richie hadn’t done anything wrong, and he could feel the thinnest ray of warmth-- of that summer sun and wind-- cracking through his chest. He could finally breathe.

Bowers was probably right; Richie was exactly what he said he was. But, biking across town to the clubhouse, it was maybe the first time that Richie had ever felt okay about it. Felt good. Felt even the tiniest, vanilla-spotted bit of happiness for it. Maybe Bowers was right, but being there-- being with Eddie and letting himself lean against the comfort of someone safe and silly and sweet-- was too.