#like if it’s not like canon & you’re like ‘ but it’s not gay anymore :(‘

[radicalisedbabe]

I hope during the break I completely forget 911 exists tbh. Buddies have completely ruined the show for me. They’re a level of nasty that I genuinely don’t think I have seen to this extent in a fandom before,

I really thought buddies weren’t going to be rewarded this season. I really thought it would be made so clear buddie wouldn’t happen. I thought both Ryan and Oliver would finally make it clear. I thought that you morally cannot let the most horrible hateful people win in any way.

But despite buddie being no closer to going canon it still feels like they won

I never even really cared for Tommy, but I was so willing to root for the real gay relationship that is on the screen, that’s never something I would hate on.

But now it’s all said and done, and seeing how these people continue to think it’s okay to treat human beings, and how the show clearly is okay with it, I don’t feel right watching it anymore. Because it’s not okay.

The show and cast will never defend their guest stars who were just doing their job and it’s so disheartening. Both guys will get a new LI and they’re going to get treated exactly the same. And Oliver will continue to bait them, because gotta keep that engagement up.

And I wanna add, I have never seen a group of people who are so skilled in gaslighting. I legitimately feel like maybe I’m the crazy one sometimes. The way they will post about how bucktommys are mean etc, when they say the nastiest thing I have ever seen constantly.

I really feel like it would be best for every person who isn’t a buddie to disengage with the show online. If you’re not that level of toxic, seeing how they act towards people really does just hurt.

[transgnckon]

I find the thought of ppl hating a trans hc bc it turns a ship straight kinda ridiculous if it is not a canon gay ship

Only bc it kinda irks me how ppl just don’t care abt transhet ppl sometimes which is why

[laikabu]

re: my thoughts on laios’s sexuality (long post ahead lol)

let me start this post with this. first, this contains a lot of references to the new adventurer’s bible world guide book released last february. i can read japanese, but i’m sure they’re translated somewhere. general spoiler warning in case. also… i am ESL, so sorry for any grammar errors

second, if you’re on the team that insists laios doesn’t care about humans enough to form relationships, either read the manga again or at the very least read this thread.

last, please don’t chime in with your acearo headcanons on this post. there’s already a majority of posts here that insist laios is acearo and that anything else is impossible. i don’t like it the same way i don’t like when someone declares they hc marcille as bisexual to a poster who reads her as lesbian. i already have enough people here who declare he’s ace on my own art. at least people on twitter of all places don’t do this sort of thing to me. nothing in this manga is canon, you can headcanon anything i won’t get mad if you hc him as bi or something. just. don’t be weird on my post.

okay. trust me, i love women, and i love the idea of making my favs women lovers but the idea of laios being gay really appeals to me because of his background. this isn’t fueled by yaoi since i don’t even ship the only m/m relationship i bring up here, i just think it adds a nice layer to his disconnect with his own humanity

i do think laios has a very abstract relationship with his sexuality for a multitude of reasons. he grew up in a very conservative backwater village. he has a hard time recognizing his own feelings towards others just as much as vice versa. i don’t really care for the “laios is a monsterfucker” agenda people are pushing but i do think he’d engage in sexual thoughts in his own weird way, i won’t deny his deviantart fetish shit

as an autistic person myself, i relate to how he’d prioritize his special interest over social interactions. after all, he was fixated on monster food so he’s distracted from dark thoughts. he’s not an actual glutton

he’s shy around women, but i don’t think it’s out of attraction. i just think it’s because he’s awkward and doesn’t want to be seen as a threat. there’s a couple of times when, out of armor, he deliberately tries to make himself look smaller and nonthreatening.

he didn’t show any interest towards ashivia (the hubby hunter girl marcille replaced) and just humored her because she wouldn’t leave him alone. his other party members thought he was giving her special treatment so he had to tell her he “doesnt want to give her special treatment anymore”(even though he never did), so she left

ashivia did her best to butter herself up to laios and he didn’t care, but laios thought shuro was his bestest friend in the whole world because he was too much of a pushover to reject him. ironically… what ashivia did to him parallels what he was doing to shuro

also… yeah sorry i keep bringing up that one comic of laios saying if he were falin he’d marry shuro and then begging him to take him back to his country, or that comic of laios wondering why he doesn’t like him(and then the first two questions he asks the magic mirror was what if he or shuro were women). i don’t even ship them! but it’s not a reach to assume that he likes men because of this, even if it’s kinda played like a joke(after all,a lot of people like chilshi even though their ‘shippy’ interaction was played as a joke)

of course, given the setting, i don’t think knows he’s gay, he wouldn’t have the vocabulary to label himself. i do want to dance around with the idea of him forcibly confronting his own sexuality after years of yaad pressuring him to produce heirs lol. laios might not be cishet but he’s a king so he rdgaf about that right now. i’m open to him having female consorts for political reasons, but i don’t think he’s into women, is all.

before anyone brings up his succubus… god forbid an author makes hetbait. a part of the plot twist was that not-marcille wasn’t the only succubus enticing laios, his other party members were copied too. she was the only one who approached him. also… succubi aren’t always inherently romantic. once it realized marcille didn’t work, it switched to appeal to his desire to be a monster.

[nqueso-emergency]

It seems like some people are loosing sight of the fact that this didn’t really start as a ship war at all.

Most Tevan shippers don’t fucking care who you ship. Go ahead and ship Buddie, that’s the traditional reason for fanfic and fanart.

The Buddies who aren’t being toxic have been asking why we’re so mad about people still shipping Buddie instead of shipping Tevan.

Not sure how they are still missing that we’re ACTUALLY mad about the swirling toxic echo chamber that is purposely being created by a couple of BNF’s who are making money off Buddie ‘going canon’ and not caring that they have been creating an atmosphere where:

-it’s totally normal to be incredibly homophobic about masculine gay men

-it’s totally acceptable to ruin every social media post from official accounts with hundreds of angry comments threatening violence or sometimes even death to the people involved in making the show and/or the actors

-it’s toxic enough that someone thought they would be supported in their awful efforts to hurt people by writing CSA fics and purposefully forcing them upon people without warning. They were confident that they could do this without getting called out by Buddie shippers because of the general atmosphere that has been cultivated by some BNF’s and they were CORRECT about that

-the incredibly public harassment, homophobia, and threats of violence/death/doxxing that have been aimed directly at any BuckTommy discourse

Like, I’m sorry that you’re sad that not everyone is a Buddie shipper anymore, if they ever were to begin with. Some of us used to ship it for fun not because it was supposed to become real. Some of us have watched 911 from the beginning and SURPRISE, never shipped it to begin with.

But saying we are bringing the toxicity to the 911 fandom is being disingenuous and missing why we’re actually angry.

Stop missing the point on purpose.

READ

[ashes8338]

I’m sure I’ve said it before, but since I snort up little details in games like cocaine off a stripper, there’s one little detail in South Park the Fractured But Whole I specifically think about all the time.

The fact that being charmed makes your character react differently depending on thier sexuality. My New Kid is a homosexual male, but obviously before you’re able to change it you’re defaulted to straight. I noticed rather quickly that when correcting it he didn’t react to be charmed by girls the same, if at all, anymore. Tbh I thought it was a glitch.

Until I was charmed by Timmy.

Again, I thought it was just a glitch or something, until the same thing happened to one of the two canon gay characters.

Now, I know that even when Craig is on fire he’s reacting to it like he’d rather be anywhere else, but he still REACTS to it. Here he just looks pissed off at the fact a girl had the audacity to charm him when his boyfriend is standing right next to him.

Again, compared to somebody like Clyde who’s marked as straight:

[aturnoftheearth]

like the idea of a supernatural revival or whatever because any of the following outcomes would be a win, either to further my bitterness or bring me peace:

a. likely: they cut cas out completely, forever cementing him as the worst treated character of team free will (don’t bother with any more polls), and this inevitably leads to some funny tweets/posts about how jensen ackles didn’t want to leave cas out !!!! he actually wanted them to gay kiss on tv !!! but Big CW shut him down again >:( even if they’re not on the CW anymore. hashtag they silenced him.

or

b. more likely: they bring cas back but don’t mention destiel at all. misha collins says for $500 USD he’ll get on cameo and give his own headcanon. fans of him fund it in 20 minutes. it’s 37 seconds long and awful and shallow and he says “dean tells cass to ‘get out of his ass’ again” while winking very explicitly and end recording. insert scenario a for the jackles thing here.

or

c. most likely: cas back, love confession addressed. cas is like “dean i assure you that, above all, i value our friendship.” dean politely says “hey man, you’re my best buddy, and i really appreciate you. you know that, right? alright good talk.” and claps his shoulder on his way out of the frame, leaving cas with the sad yet contemplative look. okay that’s all no more addressing anything UNLESS it’s a multi-episode thing, in which case they include some sort of bait. a potentially longing look-back from dean, a disappointed? resigned? look from him after walking away, etc.

and bonus least-likely but best possible scenario:

d. destiel canon. old mutuals return. content creation  renaissance. this website becomes inhabitable. another 3 years of lovesickness on ye.

[babyboywinchester]

Hey, why do you hate Misha Collins? Can you explain please, preferably with examples, if you have time and it's not hard for you? I'm just trying to understand, because half of the internet literally in love with him and half of the internet hates his guts, so I want to know why.

I could delve into this, if you’re actually being serious, but it’s hard to tell anymore. I will refer you to @nancylou444’s very extensive list of problematic things he has done.

In short, I find his pandering and lack of a spine to be abhorrent and unbecoming. He continually throws scraps to his rabid base of fans who in turn harass, threaten, name call, and bully others who don’t share their point of view. (That Destiel is TOTALLY ACTUALLY CANON and anyone who says otherwise is HOMOPHOBIC)

His opinion changes depending on whoever is in the room, he says things when he’s alone with a group of frothing at the mouth gay fetishizers, but the second someone is around that can call him on his shit he is 😶. You didn’t see him saying Cas and Dean would be “balls deep” with Jensen or Jared on stage did you? No, because they would have shot that shit down immediately. He does it to stay relevant with a select few fans because he knows that’s all he has. He isn’t a well known or well liked actor. He has no prospects outside of Supernatural and the con circuit and he needs to make money. What better way than to get this gullible rubes to loosen their wallets and give him their hard earned cash when all he has to do his say Destiel was totes canon and TPTB were too homophobic to let it happen.

“Half of the internet” is a very skewed statement. He only seems as popular as he is because this is tumblr and the fans are particularly rabid here… but outside of that, on the internet as a whole and with the general population he is not known or liked at all. It’s only within the destiehell circles.

If this was a genuine ask then I hope that answers your question. I thank you for sending it and hope that helps! If you yourself are a fan of him that is fine. That is your choice and don’t let my feelings about him take away from your enjoyment, but I would ask that you don’t descend to the levels of his other fans who choose to harass people because they see him for what he is.

🩷

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

I hold death’s hand in mine

Summary: The small timeline of Rio and agatha from their first meeting to their discussions on children to the worst heartache either of them could imagine and finally Rio coming back for Agatha after searching for a long time, they still need each other, even if the other doesn’t agree.

A/n: This bullshit has taken me two and a half weeks to write! Why is it harder to write for canon lesbians than it is for non-canon??? I’m proud of this though and hopefully it reads well, maybe I should’ve waited until the series was over but I wanted to get this out l

Words: 2k plus I think

Warnings: no smut but as always 18+ minors DNI just angst and kissing gay witches and sadness and all the feelings

A/n: I’ve read it a few times and it reads okay so ignore any mistakes 😂

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IN THE BEGINNING

Agatha couldn’t believe it, her whole coven dead, it was accidental! She promised, but she couldn’t deny how powerful she felt, when they blasted her with their powers she wanted them to stop at first but then the electricity and power that crackled through her body was too good to pass up, so she let them, she let them basically kill themselves, did that make her a bad witch? Apparently her mother thought so-

A rustling from the forest startled Agatha and forced her to spin around hold her hands up ready to defend herself “show yourself!” She said and the figure emerged from the forest

“Hey it’s okay, relax miss Harkness I don’t want you to hurt yourself” the woman was dressed in some gorgeous green robes with her hood up “who are you?” Agatha asked cautiously stepping back every time the other woman stepped forward towards her

“I’m Rio, Rio Vidal, are you okay?”

Agatha shook her head no looking at the witches that lay on the ground “I…I didn’t mean too” she started to panic again thinking she would be yelled at and Rio stepped into her space holding her hands “don’t cry Niña bonita, you did what you did to survive, don’t ever feel guilty for that, your mother seems like an awful woman to send them after you, the witches got what they deserved”

The witch smiled letting the new stranger hold her in an embrace and Rio changed the subject slighty“I admired the way you took their powers, you will be an extraordinary witch you know”

Rio pulled back slightly removing her hood and taking it off, Agatha gasped “you’re beautiful” she whispered, blushing when she realised what she said

Rio smiled and Agatha wanted to remember that smile forever, god what was happening to her? “so what are you doing here?”

Rio loved away completely and walked around the bodies on the floor admiring the minimal damage, only their wrinkled skin and protruding bones remained, she turned to Agatha getting serious “do you know anything about death?”

“Only that I’ve just killed 4 witches, my coven, but I suppose in their deaths I become more powerful?”

Rio spun around and walked close to Agatha making the other witch a little nervous but still hold her ground “are you planning to kill anymore witches?” Her breath was hot on Agatha’s cheek “I guess it’s inevitable if when they try to hurt me they end up dying”

Rio’s breath hitched “Agatha harkness you are death’s perfect woman, leaving a trail of bodies in your wake is like leaving a trail of flowers for death to follow”

Agatha didn’t realise Rio had somehow gotten closer to her again and wrapped her arms around her back clasping her fingers together holding her close again “are you death?” Agatha whispered and Rio grinned, she was impressed that the girl figured it out so quickly

“Lady death and you are my new obsession, mind me for being so forward” Agatha didn’t have time to ask what she meant before she leaned forward closing the gap kissing the witch, when she tried pulling away Agatha held her head and pulled death in to kiss her again, harsher and more hurried almost like if she stopped kissing her death would disappear

“You taste divine m’lady” Rio smiled and kissed her once more “I will follow you wherever you go, from here to eternity”

Agatha chuckled breathlessly “just to clean up after me?”

Rio shook her head “to witness the making a legendary witch, the bodies are my bonus to that”

Agatha found that very attractive, a woman following her after she killed witches? What could be better, this was going to be a beautiful partnership

“Do you not feel sad anymore then?”

Agatha shook her head “not if you’re going to stay with me”

Rip kissed her forehead softly “I’ll never leave you Mi Amour”

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A HUNDRED YEARS LATER

“Do you think I’d be a good mother?” Those were the first words Agatha had said since they came home and cuddled up in bed with Agatha lay on top of Rio with her head on her chest and Rio stroking her back

“I think you’d be an amazing mother, you’re caring and nurturing” she kissed Agatha’s forehead “and so so cuddly, what baby wouldn’t to lay their head on your chest and have you hold them like they’re a precious emerald?”

“I want a baby, I want to give someone the love and attention I never got from my mother” she moved up settling to kiss Rio softly, they didn’t often kiss like this but it was nice when they could

“Hmm well I may not know much about how babies are made but I’m concerned that we may need a male specimen”

Agatha shrugged “we’re witches, I’m sure we’ll figure it out, that’s if” she leaned back “that’s if you want to have a baby with me”

Rio sat herself up pulling Agatha back to her, holding her face stroking her cheeks “I would be honoured to be the baby’s father, I’d spoil that child rotten, do you think they’ll have powers?”

Agatha smiled “I hope so, we’d be such a powerful family”

Rio laughed “we’re already a powerful family, people fall at our knees from our immense power”

Agatha rolled her eyes “a little dramatic there darling”

“Correct, but back to the topic at hand, you’ll be an amazing mother, you’d look incredible pregnant and your libido is going to be off the charts”

Rio kissed Agatha’s grin off of her face, just enjoying each others company until Rio spoke again “mama Agatha has a nice ring to it”

Agatha felt herself tear up worrying Rio “everything okay?”

Agatha nodded “I can’t wait to be a mom, I’m going to love them so much, I hope they’ll love me too”

Rio smiled wiping her love’s tears away and kissing her cheeks “I guarantee they’ll love you as much as I do, we’ll make up for the love your mother never gave you, you’ll never feel that pain again, I’ll make sure of it”

“You’re going to make me cry all the water out of my body” Agatha said hiding her head in Rio’s neck “good, then you’ll have no sadness left”

“Who knew death could be so sweet”

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10 YEARS LATER

“No no no please Rio please don’t take him! You promised, you promised me!” Agatha cried holding her son, his body was cradled close to her chest refusing to let Rio anywhere near the two of them, a ring of power separated the two women, Rio could easily step through and take what she came for, they both knew that, but Rio wasn’t heartless she just wanted Agatha to understand

“Agatha please, please don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be”

The witch lifted her face from her sons and kissed him on the forehead “you’ll have to kill me to take him”

Rio shook her head “I can’t kill you Agatha nor do I want too, I need to do my job and this is my job, please I promise I’ll take great care of him”

Agatha threw some power at Rio who easily shielded herself from it “take care of him?! He’s dead! The one good constant thing in my life is gone, if you wanted to take care of him you’d bring him back!”

Rio fell to her knees, tears falling down her face “he was my son too Agatha, I don’t want to take him, I don’t want to reap his soul but if I don’t take him someone else will and they won’t be as kind!”

Silence engulfed the room, both women crying softly, Rio wiped her face looking up seeing Agatha staring right back at her “…. cariño let me in please I won’t do anything until we’re ready” her voice was a whisper and she unsure whether Agatha heard her or not, she knew she did when the ring of protection was parted for her to enter

“Come here” Agatha said and Rio crawled over to her never tearing her eyes away from her witch “thank you” Agatha shook her head “don’t, just- just don’t say anything”

Rio nodded sitting with her legs stretched, pulling her son’s legs over her own so he was lay across both women, his favourite position, he’d often crawl into both of their laps on the couch and just sleep, Rio wasn’t around that often so he took full advantage when he could, he loved both his mothers dearly and got extra emotional when Mom Rio had to leave for a while but mama Agatha was always there to kiss his tears away and cuddle his sadness out of him

The memory was shared by both women and Agatha couldn’t hold herself back from leaning her head into Rio’s neck and crying, Rio didn’t say anything just shifted her head so Agatha could rest comfortably

Keeping true to her word Rio didn’t speak, she didn’t speak when Agatha cried for what felt like hours, she didn’t speak when Agatha placed one final kiss to her boy’s cheeks and she didn’t speak when Agatha allowed her to pick up Nicolas to take him away.

Agatha stood up refusing to look at Rio and cut some hair from her boy’s head placing it in the locket around her neck, to keep him close forever, that locket would never leave her body

She turned her back on Rio and the woman took that as her cue to leave, she held him tight and walked to the door, before she left Rio turned back and spoke “I love you”

Agatha bristled sighing and turned to Rio “I hate you” it was harsh, 3 words with such malice and Rio couldn’t hold her tears back from falling again, she was death and meant to be void of emotion but that was certainly not the case here.

Those were last words either women said to each other for hundreds of years, neither had crossed paths and no one dared mention either of them to each other but they thought about each other, Rio was always thinking about Agatha, whenever she was taking bodies she hated the way they looked, mangled and massacred, no style, Agatha made sure the bodies were in perfect condition, leaving them intact, like a beautiful painting, no one came close to that and no one ever would, she did wonder if Agatha ever thought about her

Agatha didn’t think of much besides having ultimate power, she’d take and do whatever she needed to get it, including killing multiple witches, that’s how her reputation came about, not that she minded of course, at least with this reputation no witch ever tried to destroy her, she liked being on her own and could focus entirely on her magic without interruptions

Of course she sometimes missed a certain person, she missed her smile, her laugh the way her eyes lit up when Agatha killed witches, now when she killed them no one appeared, no one came to take their souls, the activity that once excited Agatha no longer did it for her, there wasn’t anyone to share the power with, no one to take her adrenaline out on, when the memories became too much Agatha was quickly brought back down to earth when the memory of that witch stealing her child away from her, ripping her dead child from her arms and leaving Agatha all alone, at least that’s how she remembered it and who she to argue with herself?

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YEAR 2026

She’d found her, after centuries of searching she’d finally found Agatha harkness and she was in somewhere called ‘westview?’ A small town with nothing of note besides a nice library? “Has she lost her mind? It sounds so boring, doesn’t sound like my Agatha”

When Rio arrived in the small town looking for Agatha she’d felt the magic, she felt the electricity left by another witch, the scarlet witch, oh Rio had heard stories of course, and when she went to collect her body….well that was a story for another day.

She found Agatha, wait Agnes? She’d been trapped in a spell caused by that witch, oh she looked adorable, walking around her house pretending she was a cop with a garden hose sprinkler as a gun and ‘driving’ a fake car, maybe Rio could have some fun before forcing her out of the spell, she wondered what Agatha might think of her as, she found out quickly Agatha thought of her as an FBI agent who she “hated” interesting

“Do you remember why you hate me?” Rio needed to know if she did remember, she couldn’t imagine Agatha forgetting everything they went through

“No, no I don’t”

Rio sighed “okay-

A crash upstairs distracted the pair and Agatha went running up the stairs to apprehend the intruder leaving Rio with her beer “she doesn’t remember….I’ll make her remember”

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Agatha remembered, she remembered everything that happened between her and Rio, every memory was running through her mind as they both fought, as Rio’s knife cut into Agatha’s neck, as Agatha gripped Rio’s throat hard

“You can’t kill me” Rio choked out with a little giggle

“You can’t kill me! It’s not allowed” Agatha spat back the two started laughing and loosening their grip on each other “what are we doing?” Agatha asked and Rio rolled her eyes “come on Agatha, you remember our foreplay don’t you? Fighting and cutting, me licking all your wounds clean just so I can cut you up again”

Agatha shook her head getting up and standing away from the woman “I can’t believe you came back”

Rio got up too and pushed Agatha against the wall boxing her in so she couldn’t move away from her again “I spent centuries looking for you, every time I would go and collect bodies I would hope to see you, to see you waiting for me like you used too”

Agatha shook her head “as soon as I killed more witches I got the hell out of there just to avoid you” it wasn’t true but Rio didn’t need to know that

Rio seethed gripping Agatha’s throat again “don’t lie to me! You’ve missed me admit it!”

Agatha smirked “you’re so predictable, so desperate for my attention it’s almost pathetic”

Rio refused to back down gripping harsher and digging her nails into her skin to draw a little blood “because you’re mine, I found you that day when you killed your coven, I comforted you I defended you against your mother, you kill witches for me, like giving me flowers after a long day”

Agatha hissed at the pain and she hated it, she was just a powerless witch now but she couldn’t back down

“You’re also the one who stole my son from me”

Rio pulled back instantly, she was mortified, is that really what Agatha thought happened? “You mean our son? I didn’t steal him Agatha-

“Don’t!” Agatha pushed Rio away and she stumbled back keeping steady “you believe I stole him? All these years that’s what you’ve been thinking?”

Agatha shook her head “I know, I know you didn’t steal him but you didn’t have to take him away, you could’ve brought him back”

Rio opened and closed her mouth unsure of what to say “I- you know I couldn’t do that” Rio pulled Agatha close to her before she could try and run away “come here”

Rio enclosed her arms around the struggling witch “stop fighting me” Agatha struggled a little more before finally calming down and sighing in her arms “it still hurts” she whispered beginning to cry in Rio’s arms

“I know I know cariño I’m so sorry, I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you, but why did you disappear?”

Agatha pulled away looking confused “I never disappeared? Not really, I’ve been around, and I’ve been here for 3 years”

Rio rolled her eyes “that stupid book kept you hidden from me”

“Were you looking for me?”

“Of course I was, you’re the most prolific witch killer and yet, I’ve not seen any bodies from you or heard anything from you” Rio stroked some hair out of Agatha’s face keeping eye contact “I wanted to see you again��

“I don’t think I wanted to see you, that’s why the darkhold hid you”

“Hm that’s a little hurtful Aggie, so what are we going to do about it?” Rio wiped the witch’s tears away smiling at Agatha starting to blush “I don’t know…I don’t know what I want”

Agatha knew what she wanted, she wants her power back, she wants her revenge on The Witch that put her in this situation and she wants…she does want Rio, but god she’s a pain, but she guessed it was a nice pain for the most part “so” Rio brought her out of her thoughts “what do you want Agatha?”

Agatha leaned in kissing a surprised Rio, when their lips met Agatha felt one thing she hadn’t felt in centuries, she felt electricity, electricity that ran all through her body, oh this was good. When she tried deepening the kiss Agatha felt hands on her shoulders pushing her away gently and she groaned “you’re emotional”

“Never stopped us before, did you feel it too? The electricity?” Agatha breathed out watching the way Rio’s eyes glazed over her lips clearly wanting to kiss her again “you did didn’t you? You said you wanted to find me and you’ve found me, so what do you want to do to me?”

Rio was now the one being backed into a wall, she let out a laugh at Agatha boxing her in “there she is, there’s my wife”

Agatha smirked “I’ve missed that word, say it again”

Rio leaned in close to the witch’s ear whispering low “you agatha harkness are my wife, you belong to me and always will do”

Agatha allowed her eyes to close feeling Rio’s lips graze her pulse point but stop just before kissing her “if we start this I won’t stop, you’re not getting away from me again”

“I’m here Mi amour, I’m not leaving you again” Agatha breathed out keeping her eyes closed when she finally kissed her neck “we’ll get your powers later” Rio teased and Agatha chuckled “I don’t think I care that much anymore”

Rio smirked into her neck “you need your powers, I like you formidable”

“Hmm, you’re a menace”

“I’m your menace”

[matcha-milkies]

MARRIED LIFE

Summary: Bill Cipher gets everything he ever wanted, including (especially) a “marriage” to his favorite human. Ford and Stan disagree about where to go from here.

Relationships: Bill Cipher/Ford Pines

Content Warnings: Forced Marriage, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent, (Forced) Alcohol Use

Tags: Triangle Bill, Canon Divergence - Weirdmageddon, Bill Cipher Wins, Collars

Word Count: 1,556

Link to AO3: Here

A/N: I don’t know yet whether I’ll post a second chapter. Perhaps! These gay little cartoon characters sure are fun to write.

Ford looked out over the sprawling destruction that was Gravity Falls. One arm crossed over his abdomen, in the other he nursed a cocktail glass topped off with swirling golden liquid. Bill was none too pleased if he came back and there was ever any left, but Ford could only stand so much of the stuff in one gulp. Besides, if he drank too quickly, the toll on his body was nothing to scoff at. He still had no idea what was even in it. Every time he had asked, Bill’s eye had simply creased in silent amusement, or else he had gone on talking like the man had never said anything.

Little fires dotted the landscape all over. Well, they weren’t so little, were they? Ford always made himself sick with these viewing sessions, but it was the only stimulating thing to do around here, aside from pinging out notes on the piano. And besides, why should he be spared from all the misery? If he was sheltered from it, up in his obsidian tower, the very least he could do was feel bad about it. He took another sip from his glass and grimaced. Great Scott, that was disgusting.

“Sixer?” The name sent unpleasant ripples across Ford’s nerves, but when he turned and saw his twin’s face, he let himself relax. A little.

“Stanley, you’re alright.”

“I better be. That was part of the deal and all…” Stan dusted off the sleeves of his suit, looking around. “Wouldn’t want you, uh… suffering for nothing.” His eyes traveled from the painting over the fireplace and then to the lavish, dark red robe Ford had cinched around his waist.

“Bill had a different flavor of suffering in mind for me.” As if to punctuate that statement, he tilted back his drink and nearly coughed it up again.

“Yeesh.”

“It tastes like bitter defeat,” Ford explained. He saw the face his brother was making. “I’m not being poetic, Stanley. He somehow made it taste like the actual poignant sting of failure. I would offer you to try some if I didn’t think it was slowly poisoning me.”

“Yeah, pass on that one. Why don’t you just dump it out in the sink? You do have a sink in here, don’t you?”

“Ah, yes, of course, why didn’t I think of that?” Ford’s expression softened, and he sighed. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be snippy. It’s just… He would know. By the time I’m to the bottom of one of these, I’m… different. For quite some time.”

Stan seemed to be snapping these pieces together in his head, the drink, the robe, the golden “wedding band” around Ford’s throat. Clearly, it was forming a picture he didn’t like. “Okay, so what’s the plan?”

Ford eyed him and then let his gaze drop.

“Poindexter? You’ve been thinkin’ up a plan, right?”

“Of course I have! Every second of every hour, and I just keep hitting dead ends. He’s virtually omnipotent. I’m bound by contract to him, and even me thinking of ways to get out of it could give him a reason to renege on his end of the deal and hurt you! Or worse, the kids!”

“So that’s just it?! We lie down and roll over?!”

“I-I don’t know, Stanley. I’m mated.” Off his brother’s look, he added, “That’s a chess term.”

“I-I know it is! But could you not use it next time?”

Ford sank down onto the flesh couch. He hated that it hardly bothered him anymore. “Maybe this is it. Maybe… I’m meant to accept this fate, as punishment for—”

“Stop! Stop that! Do you hear yourself?” Stan strode forward until he was in his brother’s face. “You’re this pathetic? You hand the universe over to Bill Cipher on a silver platter and then give up?! You’re probably the only one smart enough to think up a way out of this mess, so how about less wallowing and more scheming?! Who cares what happens to me?!”

Ford screwed his eyes shut as he was berated. “I do! What kind of idiotic question is that?”

“And the kids, you want them to grow up in a world where Bill Cipher is king?!”

“Of course not, but you don’t know the things he’d do to them if I acted out, Stan! He’s not going to spare them because they’re children! He will torture them!”

Stan smacked the glass out of Ford’s hand. It shattered on the floor. Ford gaped. “Stan, you shouldn’t have—”

“I don’t care what he thinks! Neither should you!”

“Stop framing it like I’m on his side!”

“Aren’t you, now?!”

“I’m only trying to be pragmatic about our options! And thank God I am, or who knows where we’d all be right now?!”

Ford froze then, his muscles tensing at a familiar presence in the room.

“YIKES. Who knew the family reunion would get this VOLATILE?” Bill circled them with glee, his eye trained on them all the while. “HEY, I guess I’m part of the family now too, isn’t that right, Fez?” He looped an arm around a growling Stanley and wiggled his ring finger. “We’re brothers-in-law! Ha! Who would’ve thought?”

“Bill.” Ford’s breaths were painfully shallow. “I—”

“And Sixer!” Bill was suddenly in his face, his eye taking up the majority of Ford’s field of vision. “I had NO IDEA you thought about me this much when I’m away! That’s so sweet!” With no warning, his eye turned to a mouth and trailed saliva up Ford’s cheek and temple, leaving his glasses askew and his face scrunched up in distaste. The demon’s eye blinked back to normal. “WELL? Where’s my WELCOME HOME KISS?”

Once he had gathered himself enough, Ford leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on Bill’s face, near the corner of his eye. Bill giggled like a little schoolgirl.

“OH NO. It looks like somebody was REAL CLUMSY! Let me refresh your drink, doll!” The shattered glass reassembled itself and floated into Ford’s hand. The liquid leached out of the carpet, pouring itself back into place. “You hardly drank any! Here, let me help with that.”

“Bill—” was all Ford managed before his head was tilted back and about half of the glass’s contents were dumped down his throat. He gagged and almost choked, but somehow got it all down. When he was allowed to hold his head upright again, he found it quite the effort to do so. His brain felt fuzzy and full of cotton. There was a weird glittery filter over the world. He felt far more relaxed, despite the pounding point of tension persisting at the back of his mind. Any worry was now faint, like a distant star.

“Ford!” Stan shouted, but it was difficult to care that that was happening.

“Mhm,” was all he said in response, finally letting his head loll and his eyes close. “Mmm.”

“He’s just so TENSE all the time,” Bill explained casually. “This is how I get him to LOOSEN UP. And hey, I guess it makes it harder for him to YELL at you too. You’re welcome.”

“You’re sick, you three-sided freak!” Stan shook his fist, almost like a threat, as if he could do anything to the dream demon. “I’ll end you!”

“DOING AWAY WITH THE PRETENSE, HUH?”

“Pretense,” Ford laughed for some reason, stretching himself across the full length of the couch and propping his head up with his forearm. This seemed to delight Bill, who began petting through the man’s hair.

“IT IS A PRETTY FUNNY WORD, ISN’T IT, IQ?” The demon swirled the drink a little and then brought it to Ford’s lips.

“Mhm,” Ford agreed, his response partially muffled by the glass as he sipped down more of the mysterious golden liquor.

“SEE? I enjoy the MENTAL SPARRING, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes that big brain of his gets in the way.” Bill affectionately tapped the side of Ford’s head as he let the quarter-full drink hang in midair. “ANYHOO.” He rotated to face Stan head-on; the movement was uncanny. “You should get back to the twins! Cook up another adorable scheme that’s doomed to fail! Sixer and I will watch from up here!”

“S’anley,” Ford slurred, shaking his head in protest, but he didn’t get very far in his thought before Bill pressed the rim of the glass to his lips again. “B- ill– please- I-I can… can’t…” The room was spinning now, violently, and he felt like he was going to be sick. It was like he was speedrunning a very bad hangover.

“SURE YOU CAN! Don’t worry, I won’t let you throw up.” Another pat on the head, and Ford groaned his distress as his throat bobbed and the last of the liquid disappeared down his esophagus.

“Unh… S’an… Stan…” His head dropped onto the couch, eyes struggling to focus.

“Sixer.” Stan started towards his twin, but before he could make it more than two steps, Bill snapped his fingers and Stan was gone, returned to where he’d come from. The demon sank onto the couch and arranged Ford until his head was on his lap (however much of a lap Bill had), fingers continuing to card through his hair.

“Come on. Don’t look at me like that, Fordsy. The relatives can come to visit another time.”

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Best Underrated Anime Group E Round 4: Are You Ok vs Moriarty the Patriot

#E1: Are You Ok (You Yao)

Transmigrators modernize ancient China. Chaos ensues.

#E4: Moriarty the Patriot (Yuukoku no Moriarty)

Gay found family criminals versus corrupt nobility

#E1: Are You Ok (You Yao)

Summary:

People from the modern world transmigrating into the ancient Chinese fantasy world has become a common and everyday occurrence that the royal court in the latter has decided to moderate them. If you’re a transmigrator, you must report your existence to Lou Zhu, the master of Best Tower. Once you pass his test and prove that you are indeed a modern person, you can then be assigned to work in different areas of the government and be given a high salary.

Because of this promised benefit, many impostors have showed up before Lou Zhu. And one day, Zuo Yunqi takes this test as well. Is he an impostor, or is he an actual modern person?

But some transmigrators also choose to hide their existence out of distrust in the government. Where are they? And with their advanced knowledge on science and technology, what are they planning in the dark?

Elsewhere, other transmigrators find themselves in all sorts of situations—an art student is detained and forced to come up with a recipe for a poisonous meal, while another is stuck sharing a body with the original soul and fighting for its control. Meanwhile, unrest rises in the Jianghu and a storm brews in the palace. Can our transmigrators’ modern knowledge save the day? Or will their lack of understanding in the current world lead to their downfall?

Propaganda:

As someone who is in the You Yao and YuuMori fandoms and adores both for being very gay while still having a good plot, I’d say these two stories are tied in terms of quality. They both execute their respective genres well and really shouldn’t be pitted against each other. But since I absolutely have to choose, then I’m siding with You Yao for this round. The YuuMori anime is a bit lacking compared to its manga, whereas the You Yao donghua elevates the original novel and breathes new life into it.

I started both shows as an anime-only. While watching YuuMori, there was always this nagging feeling at the back of my mind that I was missing out on something. There were so many instances that seemed odd or abrupt. The “found family” gang felt forced, and Sherlock’s attachment and dedication to William seemed excessive in the episodes leading to the climax and even at the climax. It turns out the anime had cut out a chapter in the manga where Sherlock visited William at the college where he teaches. This was such a let-down for me because that chapter showed how the two interact outside of a crime scene and still be friends.

In contrast, the You Yao donghua was able to stand on its own. You don’t even have to read the novel anymore, which is surprising coming from someone like me who always advocates on experiencing the source material.

In the novel, arcs seem disconnected from each other that, while reading, you don’t get the feeling that there’s an overarching plot. It is only later in the story that everything starts slowly coming together.

Somehow, the You Yao donghua was able to take the scattered puzzle pieces of the novel and connect them all together to deliver a coherent story all the while still keeping the spirit of the original—a suckerpunching emotional rollercoaster ride masquerading as yet another comedy. Characters were also given more emotional depth, which is a plus because the novel only portrayed it subtly. Even the donghua-original characters were so likable that I had to double-check if they were canon.

The YuuMori anime has its good parts of course, but overall I think it could’ve done a lot better in terms of character relationships and pacing.

So yeah, both stories are equally good in each of their own genres. But on being an animated adaptation? You Yao takes the win. Vote You Yao.

Trigger warnings: Guns, kidnapping, and imprisonment. Nothing too dark, though.

#E4: Moriarty the Patriot (Yuukoku no Moriarty)

Summary:

During the late 19th century, Great Britain has become the greatest empire the world has ever known. Hidden within its success, the nation's rigid economic hierarchy dictates the value of one's life solely on status and wealth. To no surprise, the system favors the aristocracy at the top and renders it impossible for the working class to ascend the ranks.

William James Moriarty, the second son of the Moriarty household, lives as a regular noble while also being a consultant for the common folk to give them a hand and solve their problems. However, deep inside him lies a desire to destroy the current structure that dominates British society and those who benefit from it.

Alongside his brothers Albert and Louis, William will do anything it takes to change the filthy world he lives in—even if blood must be spilled.

Propaganda:

The story isn’t quite on par with the manga (solely due to there being not enough episodes to cover full character arcs), but the ‘eat the rich’ vibes are immaculate, the plot is complex and interesting, the queercoding and subtext are both wonderfully done, AND there is a CANON TRANS CHARACTER !!!!

Trigger Warnings: Child Abuse, Gender Identity/Sexuality Discrimination, Graphic Depictions of Cruelty/Violence/Gore, Rape/Non-Con, Self-Harm, Suicide

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If You Want to Give Me Anything (Then Give In)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x John 'Soap' MacTavish

Rating: Mature Wordcount: 1.8k Summary: Ghoap are gay. They are soldiers. They yearn and flirt and it's not really anything. Is it? (Soap POV) CW: Mentions of (past) homophobia towards Soap, blood, canon-typical violence, Ghost gets hurt bad, yearning, awful flirting (I promise all ends well) A/N: Found the dividers here. huuuuuge shoutout to @patchmates for being my wonderful wonderful beta and affirming me that i do have some grasp on these two fuckers. mwah mwah!

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Part I

It’s been going on for weeks. Months, even. It’s never really anything – stupid banter, dumb jokes between mates. Flirting the way men in the military flirt with each other. It’s normal. It’s not anything, no more than bonding and the lack of opportunities to get laid. It’s the way they communicate. Soap knows this, has done this, has been doing this for years.

It’s never anything.

The most it usually led to was teasing remarks from his mates – I’ll start to think ya mean it, Tav, if ya keep goin’ like that. The worst it has led to was hatred and fear, it was slurs smeared on his door and shit in his bed. Shoves and elbows in the locker room that bruised, a cracked rib and no one to help him. Dirty looks, always in places the higher-ups won’t see.  Not that they would have done anything about it.

It’s been years since Soap has let it escalate like that, though, he’s learned from his experiences. Doesn’t try anything with military men, not anymore, because it’s never been safe, and he’s been sold out for a laugh one too many times to risk it.

Instead, every once in a while, he finds himself a nice bloke to fuck when he’s on leave, always a one-and-done deal, never more, never longer. He doesn’t want anybody crying for him when he doesn’t make it back.

Soap doesn’t think too hard on the fact that he hasn’t found anyone in months. Hasn’t had the desire to. Hasn’t gone out to meet anbody, hasn’t even kissed another person… Not since he joined the 141. Not since-

It’s never anything.

“Johnny,” the hushed whisper in his ear rips him from his musings. Soap scoffs to himself. Fuckin’ perfect timing this one has, always. Like he fucking knows when Soap is-

Christ, shut up. Shut up.

His own mic crackles to life when Soap clears his throat.

“Aye, what’s the matter then, LT?”

“You gonna move your arse some time today? Gonna start to think you’re squattin’ just to give me somethin’ nice to look at, eh?”

(It’s never anything.)

“Fuck off, LT, I was readin’!” Soap defends himself. With a guilty pang, he waves the stack of papers he has gathered in the air as if to prove it. He knows Ghost can see him, knows the building has been cleared, which is why Soap allowed himself to get so fucking distracted in the first place.

Stupid, MacTavish. So fucking stupid. One of these days it’ll get ye fuckin’ killed.

“Slow reader, are ya? Always took ya for faster than that.”

“Och, away an’- brain goes too fast, cannae keep the words straight,” Soap mumbles, more to himself. He doesn’t owe Ghost a fucking explanation, the wanker. Certainly won’t explain that he was actually distracted by the thought of what it might feel like to roll up that mask, kiss the scars that hide under there, kiss the-

“Straight, huh? Unlike-”

A gurgling scream cuts Ghost off mid-word. All of a sudden it’s so fucking quiet on the other end.

Soap bites his tongue so hard he tastes blood. Surely this is just Ghost fucking with him (he has never done this before, would be against regulations). Surely, this is just Ghost dicking around; his voice will crackle to life in Soap’s ear again, rough and beautiful like always and Soap will call him a bastard and Ghost will call him a wanker, and Soap will make a joke about wanking and-

(It’s never anything.)

A few seconds pass. The line stays quiet.

“Ghost?” Soap isn’t panicking. He is too good for that. But he is worried, can hear it in his own voice, can feel his heartbeat thunder in his ears. “LT, request ye check in.”

Nothing. Silence on Ghost’s end, deadly and dripping in violence.

“Fuck. Fuck,” Soap whispers to himself.

Decides to just take the stack of papers, shoves them all in his pack. He can sort through them later. The others are too far away, it was supposed to be just him and Ghost, and Ghost wasn’t even supposed to get involved. A silent takedown, this was meant to be, a quick slitting of throats, one guard killed by Ghost’s fatal trigger finger and two more when Soap snapped their necks. Nobody was ever supposed to know they were here. Nobody did know.

“LT, how copy?” he repeats, just to make sure.

There is nothing, then-

A crackle, a groan, the huff of someone whose air is getting pressed out their lungs, then shrill feedback that nearly blows Soap’s eardrums out and then – silence again. Cursed fucking silence, which means nothing good, nothing fucking good has ever come of silence.

Soap’s blood roars.

Fuck. FUCK!

Soap books it. He’s out the door in seconds, out the buildings within the minute, sprinting full speed to where he knows Ghost’s vantage point was.

Can’t be too late, can’t be too late, he’s never been too late, Ghost is good, he’s so fucking good at what he does, he’s fine, he has to be-

All Soap hears is the cracking of dry wood beneath his soles as he slows down, approaching the nest Ghost had built to keep Johnny safe from afar. Not a single sound in the air, not a fucking bird singing.

“LT,” Soap hisses through his teeth. “LT, ye hear me?”

A quiet groan rips through the silence, there is the barely audible stir of metal against metal, and then-

“Johnny?”

“Fuck!”

Around the tree, just steps away from Soap, Ghost is propped up, a man curled over him in a weird position, leaking red from a smile that’s too low to be his mouth. Ghost’s one hand is curled in the man’s hair, fist so tight it must be white underneath the dark fabric of his glove.

His other hand holds the knife, dripping blood, fingers curled loosely around the hilt. The moment Ghost’s dark eyes meet Soap’s, the knife clatters to the ground.

Johnny is by his side in no time at all, is cradling his head in his own bloodied hands, is staring at him, trying to gauge how bad it is.

“He get ye, LT?”

Ghost just groans in response, shoves the dead body off his lap as he nods in sluggish motions.

“Fucker came from the back, had a knife in my fuckin’ side before I knew what was what- cut my fuckin’ mic off-”

Soap’s fingers search frantically for the wound, find it, press down on it, down on the hot blood like he could keep it inside if he tried hard enough.

“Yer so fuckin’ pale I couldnae tell if ye were bleedin’ oot, LT,” he jokes weakly.

“Be fine, Sergeant.” Ghost stares at him with intent eyes, something in there Soap can’t quite place. “Be alright. You’re here now, aren’t ya?”

Soap nods, still pressing down on the wound.

“I go’ ye, Ghost. I’ve got ye now. Even have what we came for,’s all right here.”

“Well done, sweet’eart.” Ghost’s eyes are slipping shut as he says it, and Soap’s heart skips a beat – skips two beats, only to make up for it after. Blood soaks Soap’s hands but all he can hear is Ghost’s gritty voice. Sweet’eart.

It’s never anything.

But Soap is weak, he’s so fucking weak for this man, and words push their way past his lips before he can hold them back, bottle them up like he has done for months, like he does every time Ghost opens his damn mouth, and now he’s bleeding and-

“Don’t- fuckin’ say tha’ if ye don’t mean it, LT,” Johnny chokes out, his voice rough.

“Mmm.”

The sound Ghost makes is barely a sound at all. His eyes don’t open when Soap taps his cheek, and suddenly, Soap’s heart is racing for a different reason entirely.

“Oy- OY! Stay with me now, LT, come on- come on, I’ll call for help, we’ll fix ye right up, won’t we- Ghost- Simon!” Soap is definitely not panicking. He’s too good for that. His fingers are not shaking when he calls it in, his voice does not break when he hears Price confirm they are just two minutes out. Soap’s eyes are dry as he keeps talking to Ghost – taling to Simon –, as he patches up the wound as best he can, and keeps talking and talking and talking.

“Come on, doll. Come on, ye cannae die on me now, I fuckin’ refuse tae let ye. Ye will die when I fuckin’ say so an’ no’ a day before tha’, do ye hear me, Simon? Ye do nae get tae call me sweetheart an’ then just pass tae fuck oot so ye don’ have tae talk aboot it, who do ye think ye are, ye absolute rocket-”

Brown eyes blink awake, just for a moment, to stare at Soap from far away, clouded and tired with pain.

“You’re no better, Sergeant, are you? You and those fuckin’...” Ghost drifts off, mumbles something incoherent. Soap slaps his cheek, and Simon’s eyes slowly open again. “Mm, those… those bloody… fuck-me eyes ya make at me...”

What? 

Soap’s hand comes down again, harder and harder, slaps Simon awake again when his eyes – his beautiful eyes, framed by the whitest lashes Johnny has ever seen – threaten to close again.

“The fuck are ye on aboot, Ghost? Think all tha’ blood loss is gettin’ to ye, aye? Come on, hold on fer me just a little while longer, the Captain will be right there and we’ll get ye oot, come now, love-”

“Love.” Johnny can hear Simon smile through the mask, can see the crinkles of his skin and the corners of his eyes lift. “Gotta die for you to call me that, Johnny?”

“I’ll call ye tha’ whenever ye fuckin’ like if ye stay alive fer me, love.” Soap is not panicking. It’ll all be fine. Surely it will all be fine, God would not be so cruel-

“MacTavish!”

Price’s hand on his shoulder, just as Ghost sags down again, eyes fluttering closed. Impossibly white lashes against the stark, dead black of his greasepaint, covering the freckles Soap knows he hides there. Soap stares at him, presses the hands that cradled his face to Simon’s neck now, can feel a pulse, just barely.

Price is shaking him by the shoulder, impatient, worried.

“Come, Sergeant. Exfil point five minutes out, gotta carry this heavy fucker there somehow.”

“I’ll take him,” Soap says numbly, bats Price’s hand away when he offers to help him up. “Come on, Cap, I said I’ll fuckin’ take him.”

God fuck, Ghost is so heavy. Don’t call him dead weight, just don’t, he’s not- he can’t- he won’t be- he’ll be fine, just fine.

They make it. Just barely, just so, but they make it.

➤ Part II

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Not that long ago the LotR trilogy was rereleased in theaters for a limited time and I saw them multiple times, three of those being with @ath3alin who watched me take all of these Aralas notes throughout the movies (there’s nothing wrong with canon, it’s just really gay). So I’m gifting them to the internet, you’re welcome.

Fotr:

The scene where Aragorn is singing like a weirdo into space = it was a song that Legolas would sing to him when they were children, and then they would sing it together once Aragorn learned Elvish better. When Frodo asks what woman he sings of, it’s really Legolas, because he misses him

TT:

When the riders of Rohan surround them, the first thing Legolas does is reach for Aragorn so that’s going in a fic at some point

Legolas really just wanted his crush to look cool in literally every moment Aragorn did something he could have done in like two seconds

At least Legolas’ first instinct is to look at Aragorn every time something happens or every time he says something. Like,,this man might as well never be looking anywhere else

“Nobody cares for the woods anymore (That’ll probably be a Thranduil fic somehow, we’ll figure it out)”

I will say, it would be a fun headcanon to have Legolas feel the things the forest does; i.e. their pain, their joy, their sadness. And instead of being weird it’s actually really sweet and Aragorn does find it a bit adorable once he develops feelings for Legolas

Forest scene: Those fuckers are standing ridiculously close to each other. Honestly, I’d like to headcanon that Legolas specifically speaks to Aragorn in Elvish when he’s afraid or nervous

Honestly, Aragorn would be lowkey attracted to the way Legolas absolutely just knocks that guy out with his arm and he doesn’t understand it until later

Let’s be real, Legolas would be so offended when Snake Man smacks Aragorn like that, like “hello, that’s my boyfriend, you’re not my president”

Legolas standing next to Aragorn count: 18

Legolas lowkey being sad not being able to ride beside Aragorn on the way to Helm’s Deep

I genuinely wonder what it would be like if I rewrote the dream sequence. Like, if it was Legolas even though he’s there with him and Aragorn wakes up wishing that the dream were true and, once again, not understanding exactly why he feels that way. Although it does make for a bit of an awkward moment between the two of them in the morning and Legolas is extremely confused

Not sure what to do about the Evenstar, probably just forget about it in the second AU (whatever that would be honestly i have no idea)

Honestly in this second AU i would love to explore whatever the fuck is going on in Mirkwood that Legolas has to deal with and Aragorn realizing that something is fucking with him. Perhaps instead of the Undying Lands scene with Eowyn it’s instead similar to that since we’re speaking about Aragorn staring into the distance

Lowkey Aragorn looking terrified when Legolas just runs off to take out that scout and he’s like “fuck where are you going, don’t go where I can’t follow”

Legolas getting minorly injured in that battle (of the cliff I guess, his face is BROKEN by the way) and doesn’t address it until they find Aragorn and then it genuinely starts to affect him to the point where he finally passes out and everyone is like “FUCK what happened, oh my god he’s hurt”

God Eowyn’s face is nothing compared to Legolas’ when they think Aragorn is dead

Someone would gladly say, I think, “the guy was fucking heartbroken, he wouldn’t rest one fucking second because he knew that’s exactly what you would do and he figured that since he couldn’t save you, this was the least he could do”

The look Legolas gives him when he refuses to rest literally screams “sit the fuck down, I swear to the Valar I’ll kill you myself”

Aragorn: “Why do you hurt? What is your pain? Please, tell me!”

Legolas: “The trees. The Woodland Realm. My…My home. They are dying.”

That whole argument scene, the expressions goddamn

Legolas was definitely helping Aragorn get dressed in his armor what do you mean

Aragorn calling for his husband in the middle of a fight count: 3

Perhaps I’ll headcanon that Legolas does some of the shit he does just to impress Aragorn

RoTK

I imagine Legolas participating in the drinking game with half a desire to impress Aragorn, half a desire to screw with Gimli, and perhaps a hope to attempt to drown his sorrows of unrequited love depending on the story

The scene where Aragorn leaves the others while they sleep, what if he were to speak to Legolas instead of Eowyn

The way they look at each other at exactly the same time is crazy holy shit

It’s a common fandom thought (the one for this ship at least) that Legolas drags Aragorn away from holding the Palantir because he doesn’t want it to hurt him more than it already has (also that Legolas held him in his arms across his chest, that’s fun)

[kinardsboy]

I read your "rambling post" about some peoples insistance that Eddie is gay and that Chris is the most important thing in Bucks life and tbh I think the answer as to why is simply fanfiction brain rot. There are a lot of BoBs whose opinions are based on what they read on AO3 and not what they see on the show- I´m sure a huge number of them do not even watch anymore. they consume edits created by other Buddie shippers. I think this is also why you can´t get any examples for any kind of romantic inclination between Buck and Eddie from them that happend after season 4 and even those are not as cut and dry as they make them out to be. The Will scene is not a love declaration. Buck being upset over Eddie getting shot is not a sign of his romantic feelings for Eddie. However, in all the fanfic and edits that followed it is. I think people are quite literally conflating fanfic with what happend in the show and can´t tell the difference anymore

Hey anon,

I totally agree with your analysis. I was working on a post but deleted it where I basically said that shipping has ruined people’s perception of shows and how they interact with fandoms and buddie is just proof of that. Dont get me wrong I love shipping people, but I feel as though a majority of these types of buddie shippers only watch a show if there’s a ship to be had, instead of enjoying a show just because its good.

Because canon 911 doesnt actually have a lot of buddie content, they turn to edits and fanfiction and then forget or replace canon in their head because they like it better. Now there’s nothing wrong with preferring fanon to canon, but it becomes a problem when you genuinely start acting like its canon and try to pull “evidence” from stuff that never happened or that you’re straight up interpreting wrong.

As for the will, it is definitely not a love declaration and I actually think its a little unfair. I understand where Eddie was coming from, his parents arent the best and there aren’t a lot of other people to watch Chris, but it was something he shouldve asked Buck about first.

Buddies love to joke and say he baby trapped buck and while I can fill a whole post about why that’s nasty to joke about I will just say, baby trapping isn’t something to joke about; but its also not what happened in the will scene. Eddie was trying to reassure Buck that he wasn’t a failure and that Eddie trusted him. Thats all. Like you said it wasnt a love declaration.

Ryan (or Tim? Honestly I forget) *edit* ryan said he didn’t understand why eddie would do that, yet Buddies chose to ignore this. They also repeatedly ignore the fact that Ryan and the show has doubled down on Eddie’s heterosexuality.

So yeah, heres more rambling lol. Thanks for the ask anon!

[just-queue]

Final thoughts on Five x Lila situation

I get it. But I don’t want it.

I get it because of the following:

- Five deserved a piece of happiness after his long sad lonely life

- Five also acted totally in character the whole time. He retired and found connection with someone. Of course he didn’t want to leave. But also of course he eventually revealed he found a way home, because he knows it’s right.

- Lila was struggling with suburban life, and allowed herself to fall into this fantasy of living off the grid with someone who treasures her. The SECOND home was found, the fantasy broke and she didn’t run from it.

- Lila didn’t “trade suburban housewife with being a cottagecore wife”. Her life with Diego involved a pessimistic husband, organizing loud children’s birthday parties at arcades, living with family, balancing children schedules, etc. The time in the greenhouse involved survival, which is more “adventurous” than suburban life. It’s also paradoxically more peaceful.

- The mental vs physical age thing and age gap isn’t a big deal in canon for these characters based off their previous work fucking with time

- I did love seeing two hard-ass stressed badass characters be soft for one another.

- After six years, the growing hopelessness and realization they may never go back home, you’re going to intimately connect to each other in ways no one will ever be able to match, regardless of your past experiences with them. This is a very common troupe in fiction.

- Technically it was cheating, but I think the post-apocalyptic space-time forced proximity desperation is a very valid excuse and shouldn’t be seen as cheating, ESPECIALLY when she went back home the second she knew she could.

- Aidan as an adult gave consent to the scenes. We need to realize he isn’t a kid anymore, he can decide what he wants to do and we should respect it.

I don’t want because of the following

- I still feel icky that Lila knew Five with a child body, and now has romantic feelings for him? THATS the taboo troupe I personally can’t get behind. Age difference? Weird but fine. Knowing them as a child? Nope. But I also get this is a personal preference/feeling/reaction with the fiction I consume. And I know I said before their previous professions shows they know different mind/body age, but that doesn’t change the fact he had a child body when they met and she watched him grow up.

- It also feels icky the importance the writers put on Five having a romantic subplot RIGHT when Aidan was of age. Especially cause Five / Aidan are so sexualized. It’s not necessarily WRONG, I just feel icky about it.

- It was shortened because the season was short, so it didn’t land as well as it could.

Here’s the main reason I didn’t want it.

IT DIDNT NEED TO BE ROMANTIC LOVE.

I am aroace. I understand that deep intimate connections can be made without romance. Similar to how everyone says Frodo and Sam were gay lovers when in reality strong platonic bonds can reach that level of devotion and intimacy. Not every character needs a romantic partner, and Five never displayed any romantic or sexual affection for ANYONE until this.

(Before you say anything, YES he did have Delores, but that was also just a need for connection when alone for decades. That doesn’t change the fact she’s not a real person, and he would very unlikely be attracted to her without the traumatic apocalypse world.)

ROMANCE. ISNT. NEEDED. FOR. DEEP. CONNECTIONS. we could have had two platonic soulmates living a happy life together, with kisses on the top of their heads, sitting shoulder to shoulder reading books, holding hands while looking for scrape metal. BUT NO. IT HAD TO BE ROMANTIC. UGH.

Like the stuff post-subway could have been similar still without a dumb love triangle. Five could have been Lila’s person, like Meredith and Christina in Greys Anatomy. And when Five sees Diego and knows Lila’s feelings about their marriage and such, he would go into protective mode.

I will admit I’m bitter about media putting romance on a pedestal. And I’m also not saying Five should be canonically aromantic and/or asexual. I just feel the weird parts of the situation would have been “fixed” if it wasn’t romantic, just a true platonic bond.

[futuremrscameron]

hazel callahan x black reader headcanons

totally sfw hcs of hazel (pre bottoms movie and post bottoms movie) as a friend, a crush. and your girlfriend. just pure fluff and vibes

a/n: i have never written headcanons before, i am just someone desperate for hazel x reader content so wish me luck and i hope you enjoy <3

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content warnings: reader is neurodivergent (autistic), hazel is neurodivergent (autistic), mentions of past microaggressions, canon typical violence (duh gay fight club), femme reader, mentions of sex, making out, and swearing, established relationship, he/they pronouns used for hazel

⭑ pre bottoms

• you guys have chemistry when you meet

• no literally you guys have chemistry togethe you're lab partners

• he compliments your first day of school box braids and you thankful he didn't ask if it was actually horse hair like some fough cough jeff) compliment their chemistry skills.

• hazel is shockingly good at chemistry explains the bombs

"hazel." "yeah?" "you're like… really good at chemistry." “thanks." "can you be my lab partner for the rest of the year?" "sure!" "really!?" "yeah why not my mom says i should make more friends outside of pj and josie." you know them as the school losers but that’s the last thing you’re worried about and more focused on him saying yes. you smile, "well then we can be partners until we graduate." "it's a deal!"

• y'all are fast friends. you just click.

• they talk to you about their bombs and you talk to them about whatever your current hyperfixation is.

• you're just chilling at his house painting your nails as he works on his latest creation.

“so should i make the red wire the fast detonator or the green one?" he asks. "definitely green." you answer not even looking up from your work. he smiles, "you get me."

"and so i said ‘no pj you can't borrow my catwoman comic book because this is limited edition and the last time i let you borrow one i had to use a box cutter to unstick the pages.’ it was totally gross.” “ha, i remember that."

• people don't get your friendship. like at all. students and teachers alike.

"but you're pretty and popular and cool and no offense, but they are so weird."

“coach g should you be calling your students pretty?"

"why? is it weird?"

"yes but it's mostly weird that you're a teacher so involved in your students' personal lives."

“well you know i've been going through a divorce recently-"

"well look at that must've lost track of time gotta head to third period bye!"

• pj especially doesn't get it.

“josie, i am telling you there is no way that girl is not using hazel." "could it be possible that she genuinely likes hazel and that they're actually good friends?"

“jos, it’s hazel we’re talking about here.”

"pj..."

• the only thing they get is that hazel is weird and you're weird somehow match up but they get confused again cause you're so cool! and hazel's hazel

• that coolness is just people thinking you're hilarious when you're being serious.

"oh my god y/n you're so funny!"

"thanks! but i was being serious." "GOD I CAN’T!?

• you tell hazel you're autistic hoping that they'll tell you they are too.

"sooo you know how i always say that people can never tell if i'm being sarcastic or not cause of my monotone voice?" you’re trying to act nonchalant on your bed as you not so casually bring up your theory.

hazel doesn’t look up from their text book, "yeah?"

"it's cause i'm autistic."

"cool."

"and i think you might be too."

hazel looks up at you. "yeah."

you nod slowly, "yeah?"

hazel nods, "yeah."

you smile, "cool."

• you hang out so much hazel's mom starts expecting you.

hazel sits on his bed kicking his feet as he watches you check out the outfit you’ve put together in the mirror.

"which one looks better with this top pink skirt with ruffles or the jean skirt?"

"definitely the jean skirt."

"i’m not loving the top anymore now that i'm seeing it with the jean skirt. you turn to him, “can i raid your closet?"

“are you gonna return it this time or keep it like a thief?”

"rude! i'll have you know that i am planning on returning those shirts after i wear all the outfits i planned in my head."

mrs. callahan walks in before hazel can rebuttal, her smile widens when she sees you.

"hi kids."

"hi mrs. callahan!"

hazel doesn’t bother turning partly due to being entranced by you. "hey mom.”

mrs. callahan frowns at hazel’s monotone greeting but is quickly replaced with a grin once she turns her attention back to you.

"are you staying for dinner y/n?"

you give her an apologetic smile, “i can't today but i'll be back tomorrow so save me some of that yummy chicken parm."

mrs. callahan smiles and leaves the room. hazel shakes his head at you before returning back to his book and mumbles, "dickrider.”

you whip your head around, "what was that hazel?"

"nothing!"

• face timing every night and hazel telling you to wrap your hair/put on your bonnet before you fall asleep

"i’m not gonna fall asleep."

"yes you are"

"am not?”

"are too"

"am not"

“are too"

"am not!"

"are too!'

"am no-" you do fall asleep

• the first time you take them with you to get your hair done it's like that episode from craig of the creek when craig and his sister go with their mom to get her hair done.

"y/n."

"yes hazel."

"there's a rocket ship outside."

“what?"

“you know the thing you ride that takes you to space but in the malls?"

“there's money in my purse." he's already out the door before you finish.

• he was not expecting an all day venture

"does it usually take that long?”

"if you want it to look good, yes." you say looking at your newly done french curl braids in the mirror before getting ready to back out of the parking lot you look over and he's staring at you so deeply. you smile confused at what’s happening but amused.

"hi?"

"just wanted to say thank you for taking me with you i know i can be a lot sometimes and i cry a lot more lately cause of my parents divorce and i probably ruined your self care day but i'm really glad i got to spend time with you."

"hazel... you're a lot but you're my a lot and i'm always glad to spend time with you. and i'm here if you ever need to talk. yeah?"

"yeah."

"cool."

"cool.”

* bottoms movie

• you can't go to the carnival with hazel because you got sick the night before

“i told you not to eat all that popcorn on and empty stomach"

"for the last time it was not because i ate it on an empty stomach! it was that damn bowling alley popcorn i tell you."

"tell that to your poor toilet, how are you feeling by the way?"

"oh amazing i haven't vomited since this afternoon."

"well you missed another one of coach g's rants about amelia earhart."

"damn it!"

"i’ll tell you all about it when i bring you ginger ale and crackers later."

"you're the best."

"uh huh."

• they tell you about everything that happened at the carnival

"and you're sure they've actually been to juvie?"

“yes! pj said ‘sure hazel!’"

"she was being sarcastic love."

“noooo. wait."

• you think it's not only a bad idea but also a scummy one to start a fight club to get girls but hazel assures you that he'll do his best to make it a safe space so of course you believe her simp

• you're surprised they're actually doing kinda

"you know you should come check us out."

"maybe i will what's in it for me?"

"um female solidarity?"

"ehh i could just watch sex and the city."

"y/n!?"

"i’m kidding hazel, of course i'll come." i mean you had to see what the hell was going on in that that was giving hazel those hot scars.

• hazel tells you about how they found out about jeff and their mom.

"damn."

"i mean i know she's been struggling since the divorce but him!? he's a total meathead." he whines into his pillow as you rub his head

"and 18."

"and 18!? which yes legal but still gross!"

"totally."

• you know that hazel did not get pj's sarcasm about the bomb and told her this but they already made up their mind.

"hazel please tell me you did not bring a bomb into my room to sneak out of my house and go bomb jeff's car."

”i did not bring a bomb-"

”hazel!"

"i’m sorry!"

• everyone knows it was the club obviously but you were not expecting to see them go into the gym and for hazel to come running out with tears streaming down their face five minutes later you lose them somewhere in the hallway of the locker rooms and eventually find him less than a minute later headed to the bathroom and follow them.

"hey what's wrong."

"just pj being stupid."

"want me to kick her ass?" you would too and he knows it so he laughs as he wipes his nose, "no need i got it."

• the pep rally was...something. everything happens so fast from the cheerleader's routine (if you could call it that) to tim calling on hazel next thing you know that grown man is being let out of a cage to fight hazel.

• they hold their own at first then goes flying and to rub salt in the wound, tim exposes pj and josie.

• you were not expecting that kick in the face and it's like the world was muted but you felt yourself scream you assumed that it was gut wrenchingly loud from the way people were looking at you

"HAZEL!" you run faster than you ever run in your entire high school gym career to get to them. the other girls also ran to his aid but you don't even register them being there. “hazel please get up hey you're okay we're good get you up and out of here come on come on hazel." you let the girls carry him out as you guys pass josie and pj.

"y/n we didn't-”

"don't. don't try to blame this on pj you're your own person josie. all he's ever done is be a good friend to both of you. even when god knows you didn't deserve it and this is how you repay him!? fuck you! don't come by their house."

• you spend even more time at hazel's house, something thought was impossible, and the girls from the club come by which warms your heart.

"so you're the famous y/n that hazel's always taking about." you hear from behind you, “hi i know who you are isabel not in a creepy way though."

“it’s fine i get it.”

you give her a small smile and get back to chopping garlic for hazel's tea, “so, how long have you guys been together?" this almost made you cut your finger instead of the garlic.

"oh uh no we’re not-"

"no? cause i see how you look at them and how they look at you-"

"it's not like that we're just friends."

"okay."

“okay." she's still looking at you with a knowing smile. "it's just that i used to look at jeff that way and recently i've found myself looking at josie that way."

"oh."

"yeah."

“do you love her?"

"it's a bit too soon to say don't you think?" she smirks

"yeah you're right of course stupid me-"

“i do."

"oh..”

"yeah.." you feel awkward not knowing what to do with this information or just ignoring it

"um i should get back to making the tea."

"and i'll go check on hazel."

"okay bye."

”bye."

• hazel swears their feeling well enough to go to the football game

"please please please!"

"no way! you're still healing."

"doctor said i heal like a victorian child."

he smiles, obviously proud of that description.

“hazel that’s… not good.”

"look the point is i drank your all your delicious garlic tea and feel great!"

something about hearing them talk about liking something you made makes you wanna hide your face in a pillow,

"look the point is!"

he sticks out his tongue at you for throwing their words back in her face, "tea or not you're still not back at your usual 200%.”

”i'll have you there and i won't over exert myself please."

"you make i can't resist this puppy dog eyes." they tackle you with a hug (which you feel so normal about by the way)

• you do not have any misplaced school spirit or pride so you just rock hazel's a blue letterman jacket a white tank top, a red jean skirt some sneakers tied your mini twists into pigtails with a ribbon and called it a day. (though hazel pointed out to you in the car that you are actually wearing the school colors. "and also the US flag." "hazel i will turn this car around.")

• of course the devil works hard but pj and josie work harder cause these girls came running to you guys

"oh hell no where do you guys get off!?"

"after therapy"

"pj!"

"girl do not test my patience right now."

they tell you that they came to apologize to hazel which they do and after three shitty attempts it's a half decent apology. hazel agrees to help them with the bomb and now you guys have to come up with a distraction but the cheerleaders are a no go despite your please and so pj kisses hazel refuse okay that one's got a little kick to it. ooh. you know it's for a distraction but it still hurts.

• you watch as the fight club completely annihilates huntington like actually you're 99% sure that at least two of them are dead.

you go up to hazel after, "great job out there by the way super cool how you beat the shit out of them."

"thanks." you're trying not to stare but blood really looks good on him, "so! that kiss looked fun."

"yeah?"

"yeah... you could've asked me you know, to kiss you for the distraction."

"couldn't do that to you.”

ouch.

"couldn't kiss me?"

"couldn't use you as a distraction."

"oh."

“yeah." he looks like he’s waiting for you to say something "well i'm honored-" and next thing you know their kissing you and you're kissing back and it feels like everything you could've hoped for plus minus the blood which is salty as you lick their lip you pull alway a little to breathe and they pull you back in like they're starved for water after walking in the desert and when you finally break away you're a bit dizzy. "that was."

”yeah."

"wow.”

“why haven't we done this before?"

"i don't know." you both chuckle, "we definitely should though." "oh definitely."

you fall into a comfortable silence still holding onto each other "so what do you wanna do no-" and there's the explosion.

"think that was the one with the blue wire"

”jesus christ hazel."

* post bottoms

• y'all are basically autistic bf who doesn't get sarcasm x autistic gf who runs on sarcasm

"are you being sarcas-"

"no i'm not being sarcastic." or "yes i'm being sarcastic."

• you basically live at each other's house but it's cool cause your parents you guys together sometimes you think a little too much.

"hi mrs. y/l/n."

"hi hazel! oh are you staying over?"

"no he's got a family thing mom." you say trying to push hazel up the stairs faster 'damn they're strong! fucking self defense club and taekwondo' you think to yourself

"yeah sorry i can't stay tonight but i'll be here tomorrow."

"is that hazel i hear!?"

you groan loudly as hazel’s grin grows. it’s a blessing and a curse that they get along with your parents.

“your dad’s home?” hazel smiles.

"jesus christ." you mumble exasperatedly.

"hi mr. y/l/n."

"how have you been? how's your mom?"

"i'm good and mom's great we're actually going out later tonight to celebrate her 6 month anniversary with jeff.”

"oh!?”

"well technically we are here to play catch up because i am behind on two english assignments-"

"hazel.”

"not helping sorry."

• your relationship is pretty much the same as your friendship except now you guys kiss

• like a lot

"we should-" kiss "probably-" kiss "study-" kiss "so we don't fail-" kiss "you mean so you don't fail this test.” as he goes in for another kiss you stop them with your finger, "excuse me!?”

they realize their mistake, "i mean-"

you cross your arms waiting for them to elaborate or dig themself deeper into the hole. "yeah?"

"in the sense that-"

"uh huh?"

"i got nothing."

"yeah i thought so.” you push him off the bed to study like you were supposed to be doing in the first place

"ow!?"

• hazel is your passenger prince TM

"sorry i still don't have my license." he says as he gets into your car buckling up. "hey you know i love driving you around plus you get to be my passenger prince." "awww thanks babe."

• they've got weird nicknames for you but you love every one of them he comes up with

"how you are you doing today my silly rabbit?"

“silly rabbit?"

“do you like it?" he smirks, giving you butterflies in your stomach.

“i love it." and you actually do. simp.

"how are you doing on this fine evening ms. y/l/n?"

"why not mrs. y/l/n?"

you smile intrigued by their strange but charming words. "well that's my mom so." you shrug.

they nod, "true.”

"babygirl!"

“babygirl? really?"

“it's cute!"

"i guess."

"do you hate it?"

"no of course not i love every pet name you give me actually makes me feel like i gotta step my game up."

"what!? you give me great pet names."

"yeah like what?"

"handsome."

“okay”

"passenger prince."

"sure."

“gay boy."

"i'm surprised you like that one."

"oh it's my favorite."

• your love language is discussing things about hazel that hazel did not know and hazel's is acts of service

"you look like you would love cheez-itz."

"huh never had them before."

"well try em out."

" might. oh by the way i made you a cassette tape.”

“i love you."

• so you say i love you and run away like literally you sprinted so fast hazel got whiplash and you almost jumped into jeft on your way out.

hazel of course calls you that night on face time of course 'damn face time' you curse steve jobs in your head but answer anyways

“hey hazel."

"hey."

"what's up-"

"you ran away earlier."

"what!? no i don't know about running."

"mom said you almost knocked over jeff.”

"well jeff is like 6'0 and also can i just say that it is crazy that she is still dating him-"

"y/n."

"yes?"

"you're rambling and trying to distract me with your rambles cause you know i love listening to you ramble."

you pout as you look down and pick at your pillow’s loose thread. "maybe.." you were.

"look it's nothing to be ashamed of.”

"we've only been dating for 3 1/2 months haze!"

“3 months 3 weeks and 4 day but yeah. look if it makes you feel any better pj says we moving at a snail's pace for a lesbian couple."

you scoff. “oh wow the great pj blesses us with her wisdom from her throne on no bitches mountain."

“y/n."

you roll your eyes. "sorry, no female companions mountain."

"y/n."

"yes."

"i love you too."

“oh.”

“yeah."

"cool."

“cool."

"just give me one second while i scream in my pillow."

"take your time."

• you guys are inseparable after that can't find one without the other you even help hazel bleach their eyebrows for prom (you go to prom together cause duh) and he keeps a bonnet under his pillow for when you come over and tet's be honest 9 times out of 10 stay the night

• you guys are voted cutest couple in the yearbook that year beating out josie and isabel by 1 point

hazel veins at the couple. “voted for you guys just so you know."

you turn to hazel, eyes wide. "hazel!"

isabel smiles. "aw thanks i voted for you guys."

josie looks offended, betrayed, and shocked a her girlfriend’s reveal. "isabel!"

• you and hazel get matching tattoos during the summer to celebrate your six month anniversary

"we should get like matching hearts but like with a fist and a bomb inside."

"okay breaking bad let's think about this for a second this is permanent why don't we just get hearts with our initials."

"ooh like a tree carving."

"see this is why i love you."

[aemiron-main]

“Gay Henry Truthers Are Erasing An Interracial Relationship During The 50s”: No We Aren’t, The Struggles Of An Interracial Relationship Are Still Very Much Present Even With Gay Henry & You’re Actually The Ones That Are Erasing Key Aspects Of Both Henry and Patty

So, it’s weird to see people talking about how gay Henry analysis is “erasing an interracial love story in the 50s” as if people arent also trying to erase the story of a gay kid in the 50s & the HNL conversion therapy allegory & also erase the way that Patty’s feelings specifically being puppy love is a key part of her reclaiming her sexuality/rebelling against Mr Newby, and also the fact that even with gay Henry, the struggles of an interracial relationship are still very much present.

I just think it’s a bit odd and reductive to try and reduce it down to “gay Henry headcanons are erasing an interracial love story,” when a.) it’s not just a headcanon, it’s analysis of canon, and b.) part of Henry’s story is very much being gay and the heavy heavy conversion therapy vibes/comparisons with Hawkins Lab and Brenner and how that ties into Brenner and Henry’s dynamic AND the fact that the struggles of an interracial relationship in the 50s are STILL PRESENT with gay Henry, I’m not erasing a single thing in that regard- Henry still stands up for Patty/joins in with her at the audition after Walter makes racist remarks & Henry still goes on his dates with her & they still experience all of the same things that they would experience if Henry was straight- except with some added queecoding on top.

So, yeah. Enjoy Creelby all you want, but I do think it’s strange to try and twist the fantastic story we have here re: gay Henry and Patty & intertwining queerness with interracial relationship & the concept of “being normal,” into an “us vs them, you’re Morally Wrong for believing that Henry is gay,” debacle.

Like, could they be more obvious than the “I like the gay ones?” line from Patty? It’s not subtle. Not to mention the stuff that IS subtle re: Henry’s queercoding (him basically having his “boys only,” moment when he’s in the boys bathroom & Patty comes in & he says she’s not supposed to be in there), etc etc.

And also, ignoring the queer side of things also erases the intricacies of Henry and Patty’s dynamic with their parents. Here’s why:

So, I talked about this in my other post-TFS gay Henry post, but part of Henry’s reason for having a relationship with Patty/going on dates with her etc is due to Virginia’s emotional incest and the fact that Virginia doesn’t want him to be with Patty & that Virginia is jealous of Patty.

Now, you might be saying “but Em, isn’t rebelling against Virginia and being with Patty just a testament to Henry’s romantic love for Patty?” To which I say: no! And I say “no,” because Henry’s key “romantic” interactions with Patty happen after Virginia tells him not to be with her- it’s not that he was already asking her out on 5 million dates and super interested prior- he was happy to be around her & trying to be “normal,” etc prior to Virginia’s complaints about him being with Patty, but the main date etc happened AFTER that conversation between Henry and Virginia. Henry’s date etc with Patty is a response to Virginia’s controlling behaviour and emotional incest and Virginia’s jealousy towards Patty- Henry straight up asks Virginia if she’s jealous of Patty after Virginia says that she doesn’t want Henry around patty anymore.

So, this demonstrates how Henry may have not pursued a romantic relationship with Patty if he wasn’t a.) trying to be normal (which, Virginia literally makes him repeat “My name is Henry Creel and I am normal,” all the time), and b.) if he wasn’t trying to rebel against Virginia’s emotional incest and controlling behaviour.

And there’s also the Brenner aspect of all of this. I talked about this in another post, but in TFS, many of Brenner’s conversations with Henry tie heavily into themes of sexual assault and conversion therapy in a way that’s SPECIFICALLY tied to Henry being gay and Brenner talking about how Henry can never be “normal,” specifically in the context of going to prom/being around girls, and Brenner also talks about how “I know you like it,” re: trying to claim that Henry likes killing, but it’s written and set up in such a way that the subtext is definitely tied to “I know you like being assaulted by a man/by me because you’re gay and nothing can fix that/I’m not trying to fix you, because you can’t be fixed, and I know you like it,” which then later ties into Henry and stockholm syndrome vibes and Henry wondering if he belongs in the lab, and again, that stockholm syndrome and self-hatred vibe with Henry is specifically tied to his queercoding.

And when it comes to Patty, trying to act like her and Henry are this end-all-be-all true, reciprocated romantic love & ignoring the references to it being “puppy love,” and the direct Mileven parallels erases a key part of Patty’s dynamic (and trauma) regarding Mr. Newby, as Patty is afraid to perform in The Dark of the Moon not only because of the sexual aspect of the play, but SPECIFICALLY BECAUSE Father Newby would have an issue with her performing in a play with explicit material.

So, Patty’s puppy love with Henry/her feelings for him/going on dates with him are also rooted in rebellion against Mr Newby, just like how Henry going on dates etc with Patty is rooted in rebellion against Virginia and her emotional incest. Ignoring Henry’s queerness & how Virginia’s emotional incest pushes a queer boy towards being in a relationship with a girl AND also ignoring the way that Patty rebels against Father Newby by pursuing a rebellious puppy love relationship rather than “waiting for marriage/waiting for a relationship that’s Approved By The Church And Me Newby/a True Love Moment TM” really reduces the depth of both characters.

Like, one thing I actually really enjoy about the puppy love side of Creelby on Patty’s behalf is that Patty doesn’t have to justify her relationship with “oh but it’s True Love-“ instead, she’s simply doing it because she wants to, because it makes her happy, she’s finally getting to make her own choices and break away from Mr, Newby’s controlling behaviour. She doesn’t plead with Mr Newby about how “oh, it’s True Love, please let me be with Henry, I want to marry him and spend my life with him-“ instead, she takes matters into her own hands, and enjoys her little puppy love/fling without that “justification,” of “oh but it’s True Love,” and without continuing to try and appeal to both religious standards and Mr Newby’s standards.

And again regarding how Patty’s feelings for Henry/going on a date with him etc are tied to Patty’s dynamic with Mr Newby, Patty even has a line that she says to Henry, where she says “what are you, my dad?”

So, not only do we have the familial coding there coming from Patty, but we also have a connection between Henry and Mr Newby created via that line, which reinforces what I said about how Patty initiating a relationship with Henry isn’t just because she’s “deeply romantically in love with him,” but instead, is also very very connected to Patty’s dynamic with Mr Newby & the way he punishes and controls her & the effect that Mr Newby has had on Patty’s expression and understanding of relationships and sexuality.

There’s also the emotional incest aspect between Patty and Mr. Newby, as Mr Newby’s wife left him for Ted Wheeler’s dad- and so, Patty ends up filling that void in a weird way, and Mr Newby treats her more like a controlled wife than he does a daughter/child.

So, yeah. It’s just a little frustrating to see people try and claim some sort of moral highground re: interracial relationships and Creelby vs gay Henry while also ignoring the conversion therapy aspect of Henry’s story and how that plays into his dynamic with Brenner & Brenner’s abuse towards him, and while also ignoring the way that gay Henry/puppy love Creelby plays into both Henry and Patty’s dynamics with their parents. Frankly, that sort of attempt at moral highgrounding comes across as a “grasping at straws/trying to cope and find a moral highground because the evidence supports gay Henry,” approach, which again, is frustrating.

Like, gay Henry doesn’t erase the interracial aspect/struggles of Creelby at all- but people are trying to use Creelby’s status as an interracial relationship to sweep Henry’s heavy handed gay coding under the rug and sweep the fact that Patty’s feeling being puppy love is a key pert of her character under the rug, and prove that Creelby is a reciprocated, endgame-esque romance, which not only then erases key aspects of Henry and Patty’s characters and dynamics with their parents and with Brenner, but also frankly comes across as people trying to use the struggles of an interracial relationship as a way of “proving,” that a ship they like is endgame, while also erasing key aspects of those characters & it just feels disingenuous to try and use the fact that Patty and Henry are an interracial relationship as justification for why they’re endgame/as an attempt debunk gay Henry when that doesn’t work & when they’re reducing the depth of Patty and Henry’s characters in the process.

Like, is it just me, or is it weirder to flatten out the characters of an abused black girl and an abused gay boy simply because you want Patty and Henry to be endgame?

Hell, I ship romantic Creelby in a fanon way!! I have a bi Henry au!! But when we’re talking about analysis & trying to claim some sort of moral highground in that regard, I think it’s really important to consider what elements of character dynamics and story get erased when we remove key aspects such as the puppy love dynamic and Henry’s gayness.