#only love for gay bike anon

[themotherofhorses]

Hi guys, it's Vic! Also known as:

Round TWO at addressing the extreme racism in the CoD fandom!

So it’s both odd and funny that my Indigenous fem!OC has pissed off so many random people, especially with the fact that I created her to ship with Ghost.

(A fictional character that has NO canon love interest, FYI. Sorry to bust y'all's little bubble. Well, there's Mara and Urban Tracker....)

Anyways, I really don't care if this post sounds bitchy in nature. I really don't, not anymore. Some of y'all need a damn wakeup call. Several months ago, in December of 2023, I made a post (here) regarding the sudden influx of hate I began receiving following the posting of my OC, SilentDove Reyes. For around two weeks after that post, the hate died down, and I felt motivated to create more content involving Dove and Ghost.

Until the hate picked up again with every little thing I posted that related to my OC x Ghost.

However....this new hate incorporated the MMIW. A bold ass move, in my opinion.

If you are not aware, the MMIW stands for "Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women." Alternate spellings include the MMIWG & MMIWGTS (Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women, Girls, and Two-Spirits). As of 2023, statistics indicate that Indigenous women face a 10x murder rate than any other race/ethnicity. I have made a previous post regarding the issue, seen here. The unfortunate truth is that young Indigenous girls are more likely to be SA'd and murdered than to attend college. Let that sink in for a moment.

Now, I am an Indigenous woman. That is no surprise there; I fashioned my OC to provide myself (and, by extension, others) with Native representation in a franchise I greatly enjoy. What IS surprising, however, is that me doing so has pissed off so many people. I'm very certain some of y'all must descend from Andrew Jackson, or John Wayne cause, christ on a bike driven by a pike.

Here is a screenshot of a hate anon I recently received:

Listen, I don't care who you ship Ghost with. I really don't. I've blocked numerous shipping tags, remained mindful of the content I'm interacting with, and surrounded myself with fellow mutuals who also have personal OCs. It is really that easy.

What I do care about is the fact that some of you CANNOT separate fanon headcanons from canon material.

Exhibit A:

So let’s clear some stuff up!

Soap x Ghost is NOT canon.

Ghost being queer is NOT canon.

And, most definitely, Ghost being a woman abuser who would harm/abuse/murder a woman (either physically, emotionally, psychologically) is NOT canon.

What IS canon is his and Soap's strong bond. In my eyes, that is a brotherly bond, reminding me of a big brother/little brother relationship; in my fanfiction, Soap is Ghost's children's uncle. In fact, his son (second-born child) is named after him.

You are, of course, free to view them as romantic; what you are not free to do is attack OC creators/non-shippers for not perceiving them like that.

That is just fucking weird and delusional behavior. Knock it off. You're giving your fellow normal shippers a bad name.

ALSO! Let’s clear things up!

1. I’m not straight — I’m bisexual and demisexual.

2. I’m only half white (Spanish, with Mexican heritage). I’m QUITE LITERALLY an enrolled Native, so I guess the best way to describe me is “biracial.”

3. It’s y’all ruining the canon gay representation by shipping Laswell—a GAY woman—with Price, despite the fact that she canonically has a wife.

4. My OC does not have a “dumb fucking name.” Her name is an Indigenous name with a specific backstory to it; it’ll be explored further in future fanfics once I find the motivation to return to writing.

Anyways, I highly doubt this will be the last post I create regarding this problem; apparently, a nice chunk of the fandom has this intense animosity towards fem!OCs, fem!Y/Ns, and BIPOC!OC creators. Alright. With that being said, I invite anyone who has similar experiences to share yours, either in the reblogs or in separate posts.

As sometimes we say during pow wows:

“The floor is all yours.”

Thank you!

[kittykat940]

byler doubt is this little hobgoblin that lives in the back part of my brain. he's usually asleep but today he woke up and whispered, "yeah, finn is filming with noah way more than he's filming with millie atm, but what if that doesn't matter? what if mike and el are super happy together and they go off on their own storylines regardless? what if the show is separating them because there's nothing to fix in their relationship, thus there not being any need for them to be filming together? if they were filming together, there'd have to be conflict, right? what if he's with will because the show is trying to further repair their friendship, make them completely platonic, and then end the show with mike swinging an arm around el and giving will a fist bump? or worse, what if they don't bring up will's feelings at all? he doesn't expect reciprocation from mike so i doubt he'd be the one to confess. if Mike is straight (I seriously do not think he is, but WHAT IF), then he won't confess either. what if nothing happens?

I'm so sorry to dump this all on you. I know there's probably tons of evidence that nothing I said above is going to happen and I know it would be awful for the story, but today my mind keeps going towards countless "what if" situations and my brain just isn't working. I keep debating with myself and I think it would be so so good to hear from someone else that I don't need to doubt Byler like this. ❤️ Thanks for listening

anon do not apologize to me i have always said bylers can come to me with their doubts even though i never have them i get it but anon the duffers have been separating milkvan since s2 and always pair mike with will...i will honestly be shocked if milkdud is endgame that would be awful writing and make no sense for the characters lol every time i see a byler have doubt i bring up the biggest byler proof to me...the painting lie

not only did wills feelings make mike confess and make him feel loved but we are forgetting the parties main rule...friends dont lie drama is coming for mike and will and i cant wait....the leaks are also looking good for byler endgame we got mike and will on bikes with holly 🥹 we got the church scene they are filming soon so we should get crumbs soon! stay positive anon the duffers are smart they know what they are doing if you are still having doubts after this then here is mike gay panicking over will in s4

[cultofdixon]

Good Ol’ Dixon Advice

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] | Carl Grimes [ROMANTIC] • He/Him Pronouns • Crushes are weird and Daryl may not have the golden standard advice. But he’ll do his best • ANGST/SFW • TW: PTSD / Nightmares / Scars / Messy Confessions / Self Harm Mentioned

Requested by: Anon

“Hey uh…dad? You’ve got a minute?”

Daryl looked up from the bike frame noticing his son standing at the garage door extremely anxious. He stopped what he was doing to give Y/N his attention.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! Or I don’t know. I just. Uh….” Y/N tried his best to be blunt about it, but he doesn’t know how Daryl would react to such. So might as well just… “I’m gay”

The archer blankly stared at his kid watching his tense shoulders relax when he shrugged before turning back to the bike frame.

“So? Love who yea want”

“Oh. Okay cool, so how do I do it”

“Huh?” His full attention returned in a split second as Y/N brought himself more into the garage to avoid anyone listening in. Both being paranoid individuals about eavesdroppers even if most aren’t around. “What do you mean ‘how do I do it?’ There’s no handbook to being gay”

“No! I know…like that much. I’m talking—-talking to your crush. Shit like that”

“Language, bud” Daryl scowled, asking for a certain tool for Y/N to grab as he did. If he’s going to be there, he’s going to learn and help with building the bike. “I don’t know how to deal with that that well”

“Seriously? You and Carol aren’t something alre—-“

“Y/N!”

“What! She’s not here! Aaron and Eric aren’t here! NO ONES LISTENING”

“WHOLE TOWN MIGHT AS WELL IF YEA YELLING” Daryl snaps, ultimately regretting it when Y/N retracted as he takes a deep breath. “Sorry. Shouldn’t have yelled. But again, I ain’t the best with crushes either. Hell, I only talk to yea most”

“Clearly. But you do grunt for every other sentence” Y/N states listening to him grunt in response, only proving his point.

Daryl handed off the tool for Y/N to put back as it dawned on him. “Who do yea like?”

“Uhhhhh. Not important”

“Y/N, bud…if yea want advice. I might wanna know”

“Or you don’t gotta and still give me advice that you won’t take for yourself and your own crushes”

This kid’s obvious statements is gonna piss Daryl off soon.

“Imma start guessin’ if yea—-“

“Carl!” He snaps hoping to then drop it as he was starting to stress himself out thinking about it. “But it’s like…fuck I don’t know” he got up about to leave the garage but stopped at the exit/entrance.

“Seriously I may cuss a lot. Don’t mean you gotta” Daryl gets up from his seated position, tossing the rag that he wiped his hands with on the work bench watching Y/N tense at the thoughts he was getting. “What’s stopping yea from just saying how yea feel?”

“Don’t you like…gotta know first if they like or don’t like the same gender…”

“Mm. From what I learned growing up, people just take their chances and if they ain’t? You move on”

“There’s nothing to move onto”

“That…sounded bad. But if you have a crush on the kid, then why not take the risk?”

“Cuz there’s also the chance of this Enid girl”

“Have you heard of bisexuals?” Daryl questioning only to receive a glare from Y/N as he held his hands up defensively. “I’ve never seen this Enid girl anyway. Heard of her but not seen her”

“Yeah well she’s on Rick’s good side for the most part. The dude doesn’t know she climbs the walls…and that Carl follows her and I just. Stay in here”

His kid was jealous, he could sense that instantly. But again, he doesn’t know until he just says something.

“Either take the risk or be disappointed, bud” Daryl pats him on the back as Y/N gave him a saddened look.

“I’m scared though”

“It’ll be alright. Whatever happens. It’ll be alright, son”

The next day, Daryl went to talk about such with Rick without his kid knowing that he was doing so. Since to Y/N’s surprise, everyone knew about his crush on the Grimes kid…except the kid himself.

Rick stopped watching a certain someone from the window when he heard the front door open. “Who is it?”

“Were yea expecting someone other than me?” Daryl scoffs shutting the door behind him watching his friend move away from the window. “No seriously. Who were yea expecting?”

“Just doing my job. Keepin’ an eye on people” Rick brought himself into the kitchen to get a bottle ready for Judith as it was almost time for her to wake from her nap. “What’s up, Daryl?”

“It’s about our boys” He says in a calm manner when joining him in the kitchen, but even with the calmness it still lead to worry coming on Rick’s face.

“What happened to our sons? Did Carl fight that Ron kid? Or did Y/N try leavin’ again”

“No to both of those. But it’s mainly about Y/N’s feelings”

Rick froze a moment as he screwed on the bottle cap before letting the confusion continue on his expression.

“Gonna have to explain more”

“Everybody knows Y/N likes your son”

“Okay, who doesn’t like Carl? He’s a great kid”

I’m about to lose my shit Daryl squints trying to read the oblivious expression on his friend’s face. “Rick. Seriously?”

“Seriously what?”

Guess the Grimes have that in common, being fucking clueless to things like love. Daryl wasn’t going to have it and would have to bring this type of conversation up again.

But in the mean time, Y/N was slowly building up the courage to talk to Carl. He climbed over the wall to follow after him wherever he was going and it didn’t take long to find the young Grimes…and what he was doing.

The archer flinched from his spot by the window which was a habit of his, Rick did it for different intentions earlier. He mainly reacted to the front door shutting harshly, immediately noticing Y/N running into the house.

“Hey! What’s wrong?!”

“Nothing! The world is a terrible fucking shithole that I don’t want to be apart of” Y/N yells back only for Daryl to get annoyed and ignore the boundary his son has where if he was upset, then Daryl can’t just barge in on the matter he has to approach it gently. But given he almost broke the front door, he wasn’t having it.

“What happened? Seriously. You can’t just shut out and curse”

“Why can’t I just fucking internalize my feelings for a fucking night! I don’t want to talk about it” Y/N snaps about to shut the door to the basement apartment the two stayed in under the Grimes’s residence. But Daryl caught his foot in it.

“Nah. We’re either talking about it or I’m stickin’ with yea until you calm down”

“I’m not going to fucking hurt myself!”

“STOP CURSING” Daryl snaps. “And how do I know you won’t when that’s what yea used to do back in the prison after we found yea”

He didn’t know he knew. But honest? How can you hide something that serious in the apocalypse? Even the old world there would be an anxious aura whenever something as serious as that happened. Or at least Daryl isn’t blind to stuff like that.

“I’m…I’m not gonna do anything…I just wanna stop thinkin’ about it” Y/N frowns pressing his back against the wall and slumping to the floor. “I wish I didn’t see it”

Daryl frowns bringing himself to kneel to his level and not asking, but gave his kid a look to tell him at his own speed.

“Can we just…talk about it in the morning”

“As long as I know you’re not gonna do anythin’, bud.” Daryl sighs. “And that if anythin’ during the night yea come and get me”

“…Okay”

It didn’t take long for the anxiety to consume Daryl during the night. He already has issues sleeping and now this? He didn’t want anything to happen to his kid and given their conversation from the other day…it could only be revolved around that. Or something REALLY bad happened that has nothing to do with it.

But the next morning, without the usual having breakfast with the rest of their group. Y/N leaned up against the wall as Daryl stood in the kitchenette.

“Did yea sleep?”

“No…I should’ve just known” Y/N frowns bringing his attention to his feet. “Like. Why did I even bother trying to build up the courage to tell him if I was just gonna see what I saw”

“You told Carl?”

“No, but I saw him and Enid kiss”

“Oh…oh, I’m sorry kid” Daryl didn’t know what else to say as Y/N didn’t know what he wanted to hear frankly. “Somebody will come”

“Oh like that’s possible”

It is. Given Daryl and Aaron are recruiters and there are other fishes…in this apocalyptic sea. But this was recent and he wanted to feel his feelings in private.

Even if he doesn’t know the other side of the story.

________

The two hide within a tree trunk to avoid walkers and whoever else was outside the walls. Enid brought herself close as Carl tensed slightly when looking her in the eye to try and read what she was instigating.

Then when her lips pressed against his and the sound of shuffling happening, Carl pulled away giving her a confused look.

“Uh”

“Oh. Shit I overstepped”

“No—Well. Yes. Sorry I just…don’t like yea in that way”

“Oh okay…” Enid wasn’t entirely surprised, her being in a similar situation as another where you have to take the risk and either be disappointed never knowing or at least knowing feeling either way. “So…this is a bit awkward”

“Yeah. But like. I care about you and I don’t want this to like. Ruin the chance of being friends”

“It’ll be awkward yea. But no I agree.” Enid reassured him with a smile. “Just friends”

As they exited the tree once the coast was clear, the two started to head back toward the wall they scaled and Enid had to know.

“Who…do you like?”

“Do I have to like someone?”

“No”

“Well I do. I just had to make sure”

Enid rolls her eyes followed by a laugh as Carl drops down beside her. “Imma guess if you don’t say anything”

“I’m not gonna be surprised if you get it on the first guess”

“Oh, so it is Y/N? Cuz that’s who I was thinking of. Ron doesn’t seem like your type…whatever that is”

“Clearly Y/N”

“Right”

________

“Daryl, we need to talk”

The archer is always disturbed when working on his bike and there’s only two people he doesn’t care for the disruption, Rick ain’t one of them.

“I’m busy”

“It’s about our sons”

Daryl sets his tools down giving Rick his undivided attention, noticing the tense expression on his face which lead to his worry but he was better at masking it.

“What happened?”

“Carl just told me he likes your son”

Holy shit Daryl instantly stood to his feet when he heard such and thought how did Rick find this out or what more could’ve happened that didn’t involve either of them. “Okay?”

“Like. Fuck how do I go about this?!”

Oh. Great. “Rick, are you like. Upset by it or—-“

“NO! NO NO NO.” Rick scrambled a bit before taking a deep breath. “No. Just surprised is all. I don’t know what to do about the information I was given”

“Be happy for our kids? But…Uh. Wait. What did Carl tell yea exactly?”

“That he likes both males and femal—“

“About Y/N”

“That he likes Y/N a lot and that he’s been avoiding him. Asking me what he should do but I don’t know!”

Part of Daryl wanted to smack Rick given he has more parenting experience than the archer but he’s this clueless. But another part worried about his kid.

“You’ve seen Y/N today?”

“No, neither has Carl or frankly anybody”

Not like Y/N would go very far since when they first brought him in he was a bit skittish, sure. But as Daryl took him in and the group made him feel like he was a part of something…he never wanted to leave that. He simply has his moments he would rather be alone but he’ll always come back.

And he does.

Daryl waited by the gate for most of the day thinking about the route he’ll take to go find Y/N if he doesn’t come back soon. But when the gates were pushed open, letting said individual in as he was instantly met with a glare.

“Uh. I brought game?” Y/N tried to soften the tension looming as he held up a rabbit that he caught.

“You gotta go talk to Carl”

“Why?” Y/N scoffs carrying his rabbit toward their home as Daryl grabbed his shoulder carefully pulling them back. “What! Why do I have to?! His answer was loud and clear”

“His answer wasn’t loud and clear. You gotta trust me and go talk to Carl.”

“Okay…and what do I get if I do it?”

A boyfriend what fucking else do yea want?! Daryl thought as he knew where Y/N was about to go which made him a tad annoyed.

“You tell Carol.”

“Do I have to go fucking first?”

“No, and language” Y/N grins deviously before tossing the rabbit at him and making his way to the Grimes’ residence but up to where Carl’s room was.

The time from the gate to the door of Carl’s room, made him anxious. He didn’t want to talk about it with him. Didn’t want to be rejected face to face…but right before Y/N knocked on the door, he heard his name being called from the stairs…noticing Carl had gotten home right after he did.

“Oh uh. This is awkward”

“But good. I gotta talk to you”

Huh? Y/N brought himself close but enough for distance even if Carl did take a step forward to break it and some part of Y/N kept him cemented.

“You’ve been avoiding me…and it’s got me thinking about what happened recently with uh. Me and Enid”

“Oh I—“

“I knew someone had ran off in the distance. Too fast to be a Walker or at least we don’t know any variants that can run uh…Just. I knew you saw what you saw”

“Oh…and I’m guessing you’re confirming—-“

“No!…No. it’s not like that at all…I do like Enid. But it was never in that way” Carl started to become a bit bashful as the rise of a pink hue came to his cheeks. “Really never was”

Now Y/N was feeling a bit of the heat rise to his cheeks as he thought this was his window. It is! Just say—-

“I like you”

“I like you”

That left the two to laugh at the unison as Carl instantly brought Y/N into his embrace, feeling him tighten his grasp on the Grimes. The two held onto each other for a while…until the time felt right to take that next step. Even if for the time being it was a kiss on the cheek from Y/N to Carl because they might not know, but the two knew the dads looming on the first floor.

“You think he confessed”

“Yeah they are definitely sucking face right about now if they ain’t talkin’”

“WHAT”

“Calm your tits, Rick. They’re young love let them enjoy themselves…” Daryl starts as it started to get a bit too quiet. “BUT NOT TOO MUCH”

“FUCK OFF DAD” Y/N yells downstairs as that was their cue to leave the two alone for a bit.

Enjoy their happiness for themselves

[dearweirdme]

https://www.tumblr.com/dearweirdme/757432912556720128/something-that-ive-noticed-ever-since-the-teasers?source=share

To be honest I am with you on this one and I also think the one who feed the shippers are the company and the shippers themselves. Do I think that jikook engages in fan service? Yes, but not in the sense that they do it to "feed" jkkrs and as proof to make them think they are a real deal. I think all members know that armys love to see them interact, and I do think that are you sure? was made thinking about this and that hybe probably jumped on the idea right away because of course they would like their fav duo and most promoted members on this. But a thing that I saw an anon saying here yesterday and actually opened a new perspective to me about this feed the shipper thing, it's that BTS in general probably exaggerate their reactions and actions to make it more entertaining for their content. To make a silly example, the part where Jungkook hits his head on the boat in the main trailer, like yes it probably hurt but it was obvious he made it the whole scene of whining and falling on the floor to make it funnier for Jimin and the camera, and can you even blame him and say it's ingenuine? Because like who here never were around a group of people you are comfortable with, and did something silly exactly as them to exaggerate an action or reaction to make others laugh and make into a funny moment. And when you stop to think that they seemed to have a short time to shoot stuff that it is supposed to be turned in a fun show, about how they probably had to make every moment count and in mind that it should be used for the content, it's possible they exaggerate it even more. It's not like bon voyage or in the soop that you had 7 members to count on someone always doing something entertaining when are you sure it's only the two of them, and when it's possible we'll probably not see much of them doing stuff on their own (maybe kook driving the bike on his own?), and they only had the two of them to make the show as entertaining as possible on the tight time they had to record everything scheduled for the show, and when jkk basically had only each other to interact with. So yeah I don't think it's them actually feeding the shippers, but actually exaggerating things because one, they like to have fun with each other, and two because they are aware that they are filming content for fans who love to see their dynamics and them interacting with each other. But what I can't deny and I hope that are you sure? actually proves me wrong later, is that hybe seems to love to edit and put those weird subtitles to possibly be easier for shippers to create theirs fics and narratives. The only thing that kind makes me give the benefit of doubt to hybe about it, it's that I think that lot of the people who think that hybe wants to "queerbait" with jkk, actually underestimate how much company also wants to sell that members are also available for y/ns, specially Jungkook who is really famous among them, and for the homophobic GP who probably wouldn't be fond of him being "one of the queers", so yes they probably want to make some of us to think that they are a little gay, but not to a point that is undeniable, but that's a discussion for probably another time. To finish this long rant that now I'm not even sure it makes sense, you can always count on jkkrs being sick and doing their thing. For example yesterday on my country's fandom twt, jokers were having a whole sick discussion that jkk had sex on the bathtub, because *shocking news* the bathroom floor and wall were wet and apparently that's the only way you can make a bathroom wet and not for like taking a shower like normal people do 🤪🤪 so yeah don't underestimate straws power to make everything a ship or sexual moment, and that's also why I think we should not believe a word they say that Jimin and Jungkook are making something just to feed them, since they will probably distort it anyway, sometimes with the help of some weird editing and subtitle from hybe

Hi anon!

Lol, BTS loves a bit of dramatics when they interact 😂. I love a bit of dramatics when they interact 😂. I think we’re pretty much in agreement here. I’m very curious to see how they’ve edited this show. We’re all already discussing this without actually having seen it. I don’t expect to see an actual romantic setup at all. I feel pretty strongly about there being constant little debunk throughout the whole show.

[alarrytale]

You've lost respect for harry when he was covering himself from paps pretending he didn't know they gon be there? I lost it after the emrata thing. Bc up until this point all of his stunts and fake girlfriends had some sort of purpose. Holivia happened bc there is no way he could do a gay movie without being linked to a woman. But making out for no real reason unless attention? Just because he had a break on his tour and don't u dare he wasn't in the papers being talked about during this time. The thigh tattoo which is also just for the attention? Current stunt that's happening because there are some pieces of expensive designer fabric to sell and make everyone richer? I lost respect for him when I saw him getting way too comfortable with ignoring the principles I believed he had. Has the fame, power and money really got to his head that much? Does he really want to become a household name by playing pretend? Louis has this little break on tour, they haven't seen each other in months and Harry is still going out stunting instead doing everything to make up for the time apart. Pathetic if you ask me. Has he become such a yes man to his army of leechers that does everything he's told? Has he stopped caring about everything as long as his album and tour sells? I have been a fan since 2014 and this Harry is a stranger to me and I don't support him in anything he does anymore. People obviously change but I'm not ready to attend the funeral for the person he used to be. Either way I wouldn't call myself a fan of his anymore. Fame, money and status are such shallow goals to have in life. Having the right people around you who love you unconditionally and would never use you for their sake is the most valuable thing. I can only hope Harry would realise this one day before he starts to rot with his money around people who only see him as a product that they can mold into anything they desire. (Sorry it was long, I had to get this off my chest )

Hi, anon!

It's okay, get it off your chest. What i meant is that i'm losing respect for him, it's getting chipped off bit by bit, not that there is no respect left. I agree i lost a lot with the emrata stunt. I still think there are some extenuating circumstances here, due to things out of his control, but i do agree there are things he doesn’t have to do that can't be explained away. Like him pretend hiding himself from paps he and his team called.

I think we are all just basing our judgement on him on what we see here and now. Things might make more sense at a later date or if we get more information. I, like you, can't reconcile the person i see now, with the one i used to know.

I deal well with the stunts, i don't deal well with the fake friendships or the capitalist turn this has all taken. The greed he's starting to show is such a turn off. The crackdown on fake merch, the blood prices on tickets, pleas*ng, the low quality brand deal promo for a quick buck. I would buy all this if i knew it went into his 'sue sony' fund. But it looks like it goes into the pockets of jeff and sony, with harry getting a cut. Cool it with the blatant greed thanks. At least be transparent about it. Say that your're a citrus fruit bike ambassador or a german lion brand ambassador.

I wish that his, jeff's and sony's priorities were different. He is more than a product that can be sold to the highest bidder (or not that high even...) it leaves us with such a bad taste in our mouths. I hope H knows all this and that's why he looks like a sourpuss while doing it...

[therealslimshakespeare]

Ok reasons why I like Maureen (this is incomplete list as those reasons are still multiplying)

1. She’s dedicated to her choices. She choose to get into army, it did not go the way she hoped but she still persevered and did her job.

2. She’s protective over people she loves -not only Gale as it’s common misconception. She tried to take bullet for Ida, checks up on girls in Stalag, reacted very strongly to Bucky being hurt, supports Gale and Jack during the worst of their abuse and never once her respect and love for them waivers, she spend her childhood trying to protect her brother

3. She’s an ally! It might feel like nothing know, but we must remember that it’s 1940s. I’m pretty sure it was illegal to engage in (ominous voice) “gay activities”.

4. She makes a conscious effort to change, which we see both in fics and in asks -and that change is permement

5. She’s also a young girl? She’s allowed to make mistakes and fuck up. We judge those characters using modern sensibilities but reality is they are very young people in very trying times -I would say she’s more than alright when you consider that

6. She’s unabashed in her sexuality. It’s so important to me to see character like that, because sexuality is such a significant part of human existence. And this pre second wave of feminism. So many things are still taboo. To be so comfortable in one’s skin and able to enjoy your body (despite being groomed as a child and abused as a woman) is to be a trailblazer really. There is a counter argument to made here that she’s overtly sexual in response to her trauma, but I believe that it’s only partly that. She just enjoys having fun and that includes sex and she’s unapologetic about it (this is also present in pacific version of Maureen-who’s also awesome! Because Maureen’s are incapable of not being awesome)

7. She’s funny. I just like her sense of humour and would probably like to drink with her if she was real. She likes to have fun and be around people and enjoy their company. How can I not like that. She’s the extrovert friend who adopts all the introverts nearby. Her being sociable also means that she easily gain allies from different prisoners -and that’s important in a place with limited resources

8. She’s supportive of her friends -she pushes Gale to include Lu’s engineering skills in his quest for radio, she’s supportive of Jack’s decision to marry Tilly and welcomes her with open arms, she embraces her husband biking hobby

9. She’s competent. Recognises one’s strength and helps to create a semi working community in Stalag by pointing out who would be the best for what

10. She’s also loyal. Once she decides she cares for someone she’s for them despite anything (not saying that she won’t voice her opinion). She was there for Ida’s birth even tho it was fucking traumatic for her, she’s there for her when she tries to take onto military after they close down women’s division, but she also supports Gale in his own journey to process all that horrifying experiences

11. She rejects comfort and money her family provides because she want’s to make something of her own life by signing up for war and later on she rejects them again because of their treatment of her and Gale

12. She a realist. And that’s something I will always appreciate in character. She’s calling things as she sees them and that’s so fucking useful during the war when harebrained optimism can kill

13. This is asks based reason but who cares, she’s a good mom, who tries to raise better people

14. She’s a fucking war hero!

This was such fun to read as an author because it’s like a summary of a very incomplete character and it’s like- woah and yay and wow about how she comes across to one reader with actual instances cited and y’all know how I adore my anon essays; no cap

[veterveter]

You said you loved it when people rant to you? Well, here goes ehehe

When I was going to uni last Friday, the subway driver changed shifts at the same station as where I got off the metro. And that in itself is not weird or something, I actually believe the drivers always change shifts there (I conclude from like, 7 observations in a year, since I usually have online classes nowadays skssk).

What was weird as heck however, was that the driver who got off too looked SO MUCH like Gandía and holy shit never had I been so scared HOLY SHIT (that’s not true though, turns out that the geese near uni are actually WAY more scarier, but still) Like at first I thought I was just imagining it, making everything about LCDP, that he just was bald too and all, but he changed his facemask and ??? Gandía’s identical twin brother. No doubt. Like his entire face was practically identical to Gandía’s??? And he was very tall too???

[Also. What must the man have thought, with me staring at him intensely sksks (well I was wearing sunglasses so he probably didn’t notice…)]

So, apparently in season 5 Gandía leaves the bank of Spain, moves across countries and is currently working as a subway driver.

I truly do love being ranted at, mystery friend. Thank you for brightening my day with this story, truly. It's the little things in life. The time frame also implies that over the weekend you've just been looking for an outlet for this, and I'm ridiculously pleased to be at your service.

(You must be gay bike anon as well as why are annexes anon and no one can convince me otherwise. Those asks, like this one, really delighted me with their charming weirdness. I'll be delighted to reply to them when I've *vague handwaving* writing to go with that. It'll happen!)

Now, onto the topic at hand. Omg. That's what I've got for you right off the bat, friend. I'm sorry but I'm vaguely amused by how frightening that must have been. You're just living your life, going to uni once in a blue moon and suddenly, bang. Gandía's here. He drives the subway now. He's like, a well-oiled killing machine, well-versed in the ancient art of massacre, and now he's your friendly neighbourhood subway driver. Like one does.

(Tangentially related but when I went to see Promising Young Woman, I thought that a guy in the film really looked like Moscow but I was like nahh I'm just obsessed... BUT THEN my friend [who's more casually into LCDP] turned to me and was like doesn't he look like Moscow???] Let me tell you friend, that felt really good.)

Maybe I'll write you a Andrés x Gandía fic (because there are never enough of those in this world [here I elbow @roccinan for making me have these thoughts]) you never asked for, in which Gandía is a subway driver [in one of my favourite European countries: the gay bike country], just to make your life a little weirder, or to vindicate you for your traumatic experience. I'll gently gift it "to gay bike anon". Apologies if you already have a name. Think of this as a fond nickname. It is nothing but fond. This is your legacy.

Here I think I should make a declaration: we've been having a heatwave. My common sense has long since deserted me, along with all my other sense(s). But thank you for sending me this, truly. It was delightful. I'll be here for any subsequent rants. Let me know if you should see Gandía again. Memorise some of Martín's speeches @ him just in case you should need them. Bring an eyepatch for extra flair. Take care. 💖

[cubicle-eyes]

Batshit

Eddie Munson x M!Reader

(Pre-Existing Relationship)

Requested!:

Hi tis me ,annon! I was wondering if you could do an eddie munson x male reader? And the reader has a very deep voice and eddie asks him to step in to play as a demon lord in his D&D campaign?  And the rest of the hellfire club is highkey scared of how well he plays it?

Sorry this took longer than expected!! Hope you like it anon! I know shit about D&D gonna be honest this is completely made up so I hope this passes enough to be recognized 💀💀

Also I turned Y/N into a gentle giant himbo for some reason but it still works.

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Eddie had approached Y/N earlier in the day to give him a proposal. Y/N would play a character in his D&D campaign, and Eddie will give him... something. It was a little card thing that literally said "To Be Decided". Well, Y/N had nothing to do anyways. He only questioned for a few minutes when Eddie shoved a cape and and a helmet with horns haphazardly glued on the front of it. Apparently, the rest of the Hellfire club wasn't expecting him when he appeared behind Eddie's throne, laughing evily as they approached the demon lord's castle. Y/N almost fell off the box he was standing on when Mike screamed in suprise, and Dustin bust into laughter as the black-haired boy flushed.Y/N hopped down albeit awkwardly as Mike and Dustin started bickering playfully, and stood next to Eddie's throne. Eddie flipped the page in his notebook with Y/N's script open.

"I see tresspassers! You dare try and foil the plans of the king who watches? The fools of the rebellion and trying to tag upon my ankles!"

Y/N said, hiding the shake in his voice with a rumble of laughter again afterwards. Eddie leaned forwards in his chair.

"The demon king is sitting on his throne, his tail flicking behind him. He's massive, the size of both of your carts stacked. He looks like he could crush you in one hand. There's two creatures near his throne held back by chains, like guard dogs. There's something they're guarding. The king leans forward, grinning."

So, Y/N grins, leaning over the table. He says his next lines with practiced ease, since they're his favorite.

"Well, since we're here we might as well play a game. What say, rebellion? Care to take a soon-to-be-dead king's offer?"

He stares straight at Mike, and the raven-haired boy swallows thickly. Y/N sits up again, and slides closer to the throne. Eddie sits up as well, and turns his attention to the players.

"It's your turn."

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"Holy SHIT! That was so scary. Y/N you can ROAR!?"

Dustin asks, practically clinging to Y/N's side as the club finally leaves the drama room. Y/N scratches his cheek, burying a little deeper into his jacket.

"Well when I was little I used trashcans to roar. That's also why I can put up staying in that room with a bunch of stressed-out, sweaty, teenagers! Scents don't bother me!"

Dustin shoved his side, the pair laughing. Lucas had taken Erica home a little early, and the other three Corroded Coffin members had left too. Mike was biking away right now, still shouting conversation with Eddie until he was out of earshot. Dustin was riding back with Y/N and Eddie, so they started for his van. Dustin got dibs on shotgun, so Y/N slid into the back center, leaning on the console so the trio could keep talking. Eddie nudged him.

"You decide what you want for playing the demon king?"

"Four tubs of icecream."

"...Why four?"

"A man has to have options, Eddie."

Dustin butt in, and Y/N nodded, shoving his head. Eddie laughed, then kissed Y/N's cheek. Dustin gagged and Y/N grabbed his head, pulling him towards the center in a huge bear hug as he kissed Dustin's head.

"Oh our son! How dare he not love our love! Perhaps he is homophobic."

"Am not!"

"Are too, curly-haired son. The gay mushroom son and the black haired son will not be pleased."

"Basketball son?"

"Basketball son doesn't care. He's chill."

"Oh I see."

Y/N and Eddie kept conversing about their children as Dustin tried to escape Y/N's iron grip, eventually giving up and falling slack in defeat. Y/N pat his back as they stopped outside of his house.

"Go forth and conquer, son!"

"Alright bye."

"Tell yourdad goodbye."

Eddie ordered, and Y/N gave Dustin a puppy like look. He groaned.

"Bye-bye." He said sarcastically, waving. Y/N rolled his eyes as he escaped into the house. Y/N climbed ungracefully into the front seat, hitting his head twice on the ceiling, but not accidentally rolling the window down this time so progress! Eddie grinned, kissing Y/N again as they started off towards the store that was open all night.

"Alright, what flavors do you want?"

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idk I don't really like this one 😭 its kinda cringey fluffy and rushed but also like well thought out?? its vibes just aren't hitting me. - 💙

[hawkinsschoolcounselor]

I’m the anon who sent you the ask about Finn answering about Mileven and I just had to laugh cause I wrote gay instead of way lmao. Sorry about that. I really hope you’re right but wouldn’t that just be really cruel to the audience? They’re all literally expecting them to be endgame, especially with the way Millie and Finn are talking about what’s coming up for them. It would just be too jarring at this point I feel like.

They've seriously spent years writing Mike as having his feelings for Will and El all tangled up. Then they had season 3 end with him nervously asking Will if he'd replace him followed by him awkwardly standing there when El kissed him after saying she loved him. Then they showed him look back at Will's house before biking home and needing to be hugged by his mom.

If they seriously go through this whole "confused Mike" angle only to have him realize he loves El and just wants to be friends with Will, then all they've done is taken a very scenic route towards a standard heterosexual love story, at the expense of gay representation. Oh, and Will ends up rejected and either alone or with an undeveloped token love interest.

Ugh, I hope this is both the first and last time I get this invested in a ship. It's exhausting.

[shreya11111]

Why do people think Mike lying to El in season 3 was evidence against Mileven? Yes there’s the “friends don’t lie” principle, but he was only lying because Hopper threatened Mike if they didn’t cool down. Isn’t Hopper actually the problem for trying to separate them? Doesn’t that actually show Mike’s love for El, that he was willing to back down for her protection? And then the end of s4, hopper says, “you’ve grown,” thereby symbolically giving his blessing? It has nothing to do with him being gay for will or anything. Him biking to Will’s house was just him being a good friend and didn’t have Hopper’s threat looming

you're choosing to ignore the following points:

a) mike could have easily told el that hopper was forcing him to not see her anymore.

even as a general audience member (and a milkvan shipper) when season 3 first aired, i didn't quite get why mike didn't just TELL el about hopper – why he chose to lie to her. i feel like a lot of their problems could have been prevented if he just told her the truth.

he literally goes out of his way to lie to her, and she gave him ample opportunity to come clean and tell her the truth. she literally asked him "why do you lie?" and he still couldn't say anything.

of course, it's possible that this all boiled down to mike having communication problems but like...he doesn't have THIS much difficulty when it comes to his communication with will?

i know they weren't exactly on the sample page in seasons 3 & 4, but mike was still able to open up quite a lot more to will than he was able to with el. for example, he talked to will about his fears concerning el on several occasions in season 4 – not only that but he ALSO opened up in s4 e4 and told will how he felt like he lost him. so yeah, mike constantly lying to el in season 3 while being able to open up more easily with will definitely goes against midleven.

b) “hopper’s threat looming” stopping mike from apologizing to el doesn’t make sense, especially since he could have just told her the truth.

mike could have at least called el to tell her the truth/apologize if he did not want to deal with hopper, but he didn’t even do that. instead, he CHOSE to sit on the couch, eat chips and complain to lucas. he didn’t take action nor initiative when it came to his relationship with el.

however, when it came to his relationship with will, no one had to tell him what to do. instead, he CHOSE to bike all the way to will’s house IN THE RAIN (which btw there was still that danger of the rain but mike still decided to bike to will’s house anyway so i don’t know what your point is) to apologize to him. had he done this with el, there wouldn’t have been this many problems.

c) hopper is not the problem for “trying to separate them”.

his response to mike and el’s situation was completely normal for a parent and his concerns were justified.

in fact, his concerns highlight how unhealthy midleven really is as a couple. i actually cannot think of anyone else having a positive response to the couple in that season (i may be wrong tho). i can only recall max saying it was “romantic” in the beginning of the season, but even she pulled a complete 180 later on and became completely against midleven.

it’s almost like the writers are secretly trying to show us how bad midleven is as a romantic pairing.

also anon, it is not a good look that you think hopper trying to get midleven to set healthy boundaries in their relationship is bad. for any relationship to work, boundaries NEED to be set and respected.

i’d honestly like you to elaborate how you think hopper saying “you’ve grown” to mike is giving mike his “blessing”?

the most i can see it is hopper starting to accept mike a bit more – but definitely not to the extent of him “giving mike his blessing”.

hopper wasn’t with mike in season 4 to see his relationship with el (need i remind you that he was in russia the whole time lmao) so how th could he give his blessing 💀

i am fairly certain that that line honestly has to do with mike having grown up since he last saw him in season 3.

perhaps there is a deeper meaning to it that the WRITERS are trying to show us (NOT from hopper’s perspective). one thing i can think of atm is it signifying the start of mike’s self-acceptance arc for s5 but i’m not completely sure. if anyone wants to add to this then feel free to.

(also if you’re a midleven shipper coming into my asks then probably censor m!leven unless you want it showing up in your tags)

[dragonmuse]

It's nearly 3am and I had a terrible horrible awful thought, and with the risk of unleashing the devastation I currently feel on the rest of the Leda readers, I have to know... what would the verse look like if IZZY had died that night instead of Faith? You've mentioned something like, the verse revolves around the axis of Eddy and Izzy, what if one half of the axis isn't there? How big are the ripples he creates that no one can feel but are still affected by them?

Welp, this one rocked me to sleep last night, thanks muchly anon.

I'm not gonna write a whole au on this one because my policy of 'core cast lives, except Faith, sorry girl' still stands and it's not getting a name because I won't be writing more in it, but my random thoughts are that

a. Faith would have a really hard start to her adult life. If he died the exact time that she would've, she'd already have her college acceptance and I think she'd steal his bike (along with some of his clothes, the stash of his cash that only she knew about and a few other things) from his family and take that with her when she went. It'd be a rough start and she'd have to work very hard, but I think she'd still finish. She'd figure out she was gay and she would find a good solid woman after a few years and would love her with all her heart. She'd put the promise ring on a chain and wear it for the rest of her life. She'd maintain the bike too even though she rarely rides it.

b. Eddy would follow the 'Somewhere Only We Know' path. Ultimately leaving the business early after a harder, lonelier time under Hornigold, but still getting to Stede and the Revenge.

c. Lucius...you can't miss what you don't know you could've had. He has Pete, they still get married eventually though it takes a little longer. He still lives his ethical slut best life. He doesn't find a second committed partner, but he doesn't know he wants that, so there's just a little bit of emptiness, a question unasked.

d. Read just...doesn't. Doesn't stay in the city, doesn't find her home. Doesn't meet Anne. Let's not talk about Anne.

e. Jim finds a different part-time gig to fill their time. Then another. Then another. Nothing really sticks and that's frustrating, but their life is otherwise fulfilled.

f. Charlie doesn't really bond as tightly with anyone else in that group. Lucius is just that fraction less available, that little bit less tuned in. Charlie loves Buttons and Roach, but not enough to reach out in a dark hour. He manages between Amir and finally talking to his father more honestly earlier, but he loses Felix. It just doesn't come together in time.

There's other smaller ripples, but yeah that's the heart of it.

And listen, Izzy is an axis, but Eddy is The Axis, so before anyone asks, if you remove her from the story earlier...there's no story. There is no Leda House and the Kraken without her. Lucius says it in the wedding toast 'One who gave us a home and the other that completed our family.' The Revenge as family does not exist without Eddy or Stede for that matter.

[fruitcoops]

So my finger is actually broken and it made me think about the series where Remus took a stick to the face and Sirius took care of him if you’re willing to do another part to that so I can live vicariously that’d be great

Hey lovely! I’m so sorry for the massive delay on this fic--hopefully, your finger feels better soon <3 Coops and O’Knutzy credit goes to @lumosinlove!

This fic also includes Cap and Logan being brothers, O’Knutzy fluff, and my personal favorite ask of all time:

Anon: We have seen protective Leo in action and he is an absolute badass, but what about the other 2/3 of O’Knutzy. Because gods know they would all protect their fairy gay mother if anyone were to mess with him in the slightest

TW for bruising, swelling, injury

Read the rest of the series here!

“Where is he?” Leo demanded as soon as the door opened. His mother would have been appalled by his lack of manners, but he was too worried to bother with pleasantries. “Is he alright?”

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “Hello to you, too, Knut. Harzy, Lo, how’s it going?”

“Depends,” Finn said. “How’s our favorite rookie doing?”

Logan took a more direct approach and kicked Sirius lightly on the shin. “Move, I want to see my future beau-frère.”

“Are they here?” a rough voice called from the living room.

“Don’t get up, Loops!” Leo shouted down the hall, making a beeline for the kitchen. “Are you feeling okay?”

There was a muffled curse from the other room, followed by footsteps; Leo scowled. “I’m not made of glass,” Remus huffed as he shuffled into the room with an ice pack in his hand.

All three of them hissed in sympathy and Leo felt phantom pain in his nose at the wide bruise across Remus’ cheekbones. “You should go lay down again, dude.”

“You made me soup?”

“You can only have it if you promise to rest.”

“I don’t have a concussion.”

“Your face looks like someone biked over it.”

“Rude. I’ll call your mother.”

“You don’t have her number.”

Remus shot him a look and turned to the others, who were watching in clear amusement. “Tremzy, a hand?”

“Can’t tell you. I want soup.” Logan ruffled his hair as he walked past; Remus batted him away, but he was smiling. It was even more crooked than usual with the latent swelling, and Leo felt a pang in his chest when he noticed the missing dimples. He looked so…not Loops. “Où sont les casseroles?”

Finn frowned and glanced in the Tupperware. “That’s not casserole, Lo.”

Sirius reached up and pulled a large pot down from the cupboard. “Pots, Harz. You’ve been dating these two for almost a year and you still don’t know French?”

Finn hopped up on the counter. “Keeps things interesting.”

Leo blew him a kiss and received a wink in return, making them both laugh. “Thanks again for bringing this over,” Remus said as Leo turned the stove on and grabbed a wooden spoon.

“Anything for the rookie, right? You look better than last night.”

“Yeah?” Hope lit in Remus’ less-swollen eye; he was still bruised to hell and back, but the puffiness had gone own significantly and a good night’s sleep seemed to have done him good.

“No thanks to the captain,” Finn snorted, swinging his legs until Sirius whacked him on the thigh with a spoon. “I swear to god he was just fucking with us in the groupchat.”

Remus raised his eyebrows. “What did you do?”

“I told the truth!” Sirius protested. “I don’t know why they’re all pissy.”

“You were so vague,” Logan groaned. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and scrolled through the texts, then cleared his throat. “Home safe. Re is fine—"

“Get over here—”

“—getting lots of cuddles from Hattie,” Logan continued, ducking out of Sirius’ reach as he read aloud. Leo stepped closer to the stove to let them both run past. “Thanks for the messages. Thanks for the messages? Thanks for the fucking messages?”

“That was pretty vague,” Remus agreed, hiding a smile behind his hand when Sirius finally snatched Logan’s phone away.  

“I’m keeping this,” he threatened. “And I sent messages to people who reached out individually with questions, including your boyfriend.”

“Which one?” Logan asked with a smirk.

Sirius shook his head. “Knutty, will you be offended if I kick him out of the house?”

“Eh.” Leo shrugged, still stirring. “He could use some fresh air. Maybe put a bowl of water out with him.”

Logan grabbed a towel and rolled it up, snapping it at Leo’s ass; it connected with a sharp smack and he dodged the second attack by less than an inch. “Hey, cut it out!” Remus laughed. “He’s making me soup!”

“Yeah, Lo, we don’t want to leave the invalid in the hands of Cap’s cooking,” Finn drawled.

Sirius heaved a sigh. “You are all so mean to me.”

“I love you!” Remus said, putting a hand over his heart in mock-offense.

“You don’t trust my cooking either.”

He hesitated for half a second and Sirius spread his hands. “I trust most of your cooking. And all of your baking.”

Leo perked up. “Will you make cookies for us?”

“No.”

“Come on,” he wheedled as bubbles began forming around the edges of the soup. “You know you want to.”

“He made some for the block party two weeks ago,” Remus said with a grin, leaning over to smell the thick steam. “I’m domesticating him.”

“He’s like a feral cat. Once you let him in and feed him, he starts making cookies and never leaves.” Logan slotted himself between Finn’s knees for a cuddle with a devious glance at Sirius.

“I regret knowing you,” Sirius muttered; the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth gave him away, and Leo smiled to himself as he pulled a few bowls out of the nearest cabinet. “Soup’s ready?”

“Soup’s ready. Where are we eating?”

“Well, Loops is eating on the couch so he can rest,” Logan said, ignoring Remus’ eye roll.

“I’m fine.” All four of them gave him a skeptical look and he threw his hands in the air in exasperation. “Alright, we’ll eat in the living room and pretend I’m on my deathbed. Jesus Christ.”

Leo gave him a playful nudge as he handed him a bowl. “That’s what friends do, right?”

Remus’ face softened and he bumped him back. “This was really sweet of you, Knutty.”

“What was I supposed to do, leave you here alone with only your fiancé and your dog for company?” He looked behind the kitchen island and paused. “Speaking of, where’s my baby?”

“I’ll get her.” Sirius wandered out of the room and they heard the back door open a moment later; after a few seconds of muffled noise, Hattie came barreling into the room in all her long-legged glory. One side of her fur was mussed into bedhead, but Finn dropped down and immediately smoothed it out again as he smothered her with affection.

“Oh, was somebody taking a nap on the deck?” Remus cooed, grabbing a handful of spoons from a drawer.

“I missed you so much!” Finn said, laughing as she licked his face. “So much, precious girl! It’s been too long!”

Hattie wiggled out of his hold and galloped toward Leo—she tripped over her too-big paws and rolled to a stop at his feet with a lolling tongue. “Oh, my munchkin,” he groaned, lifting her into a cradle hold. “Do you think your dads would be sad if I took you home with me?”

“Yes,” Sirius and Remus chorused.

“But I made them soup!” He stuck his lower lip out in a pout and held her closer to his chest. “It’s only fair.”

Logan turned a pleading look on Sirius. “You can’t say no to that face, can you?”

“Someday, you can have a sleepover. For right now, we’re going to eat soup and then make Remus take a nap.”

Leo declined to mention the fact that he had not answered the question and filed that particular information away for later use. For all his bluster and grumbling, Sirius was a softie for puppy eyes of any sort.

They gathered in the living room and carefully balanced their bowls so nobody spilled on the carpet. Remus curled up to make space for Sirius on the couch, while Logan perched on the armrest of Leo’s chair and Finn took the floor; Hattie made the rounds with a roving nose and tried to steal bites wherever possible, to little avail.

“This is really good,” Sirius said after a few minutes of hungry silence, shoving another spoonful of broth in his mouth. “Mon dieu, what is this?”

“Italian wedding soup,” Leo said, breaking a meatball in half. “Mom’s recipe.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “You’re not Italian.”

“Not even a little.”

“You guys are the best, by the way,” Remus said. “This is exactly what I needed.”

“We would’ve beat the rookie up if you asked,” Finn informed him with a casual bite of soup. “Say the word, it’s done.”

Remus shook his head. “It was an accident. He tripped, I came up too fast, and it snowballed from there. Kid’s lucky he didn’t get a skate to the face when we fell.”

Logan blinked at him for a second. “You’ve seen your face recently, right?”

“No, actually, it’s a bit difficult to see my own face,” Remus said drily. “I’m sure it looks worse than it feels.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows, but made no comment. Leo wasn’t sure whether he wanted to know that story or not; seeing Loops in any amount of pain was hard enough. “Kind of ironic, right?” he said instead. “After all that time spent fixing us, you’re the one we get to take care of.”

Remus snorted. “How the turntables. Hestia did all the heavy lifting.”

“That Tupperware was heavy.”

“Do you want to tape me back together next time?”

“Don’t try me, Loops, I’ll do it and give you a moustache.”

They bickered and teased for the next half hour, long after their bowls were empty and Hattie laid down with a dramatic huff after her unsuccessful quest. Finally, Remus dozed off on Sirius’ shoulder, which they took as their cue to leave.

“Thank you again, guys,” Sirius said as they pulled their coats on. “This really meant a lot to both of us.”

“No problem,” Finn said with a shrug. “We were worried, and bringing over a little soup was easy.”

“It was good to talk to you both outside of practice,” Logan added, giving him a one-armed hug. “Keep us updated?”

“Bien sûr.”

“See you around, Capsicle.” Leo mock-saluted and Sirius laughed under his breath. “Take care of our rookie.”

“Will do, Knutty.”

Leo maneuvered his container around his seatbelt as Finn turned the car on, trying not to lose another lid down the crack between the console. “I’m glad we did that,” he said after a few seconds of comfortable silence.

“Me, too. Loops still looked pretty rough, though,” Logan said quietly.

The side of Finn’s mouth turned down a tick. “Next time we play the Ravens, that rookie is getting checked like he’s never been checked before.”

Leo’s back cracked as he stretched his arms over his head. “Oh, yeah, Kasey and I already have a plan. That kid is never even going to see the net.”

[alarrytale]

Happy Friday, Marte! Two things for little discussion.

Talking about Louis´ closet and his flamboyancy/mannerism - just yesterday I told my friends that I will probably travel to Munich in September to see Louis and just to get away from my normal life for a bit. And when I send them the first announced artists, I noticed there´s Tokio Hotel playing there as well. I don´t know how much you loved/hated them 20 years ago when they were popular mostly in the central Europe but the singer Bill Kaulitz has never done a comingout but it´s very obvious where his sexuality stands imo. So it just makes me into daydreaming how it will be adorable if Louis manages his hard closeting trauma from 1D, stop targeting to het male audience and stop doing this wannabe toxic masculinity (which is totally fake ´cause like how can a soft, flamboyant and dainty gay fits into toxic masculinity anyway) and just be proudly and openly himself. IMO he doesn´t really need to do coming out, he still has F on his back to be "safe" but just wanted to share opinion that there are queer artists that are not out and we still know they are queer because they are themselves. And Louis can easily be one of them and I think it will help him to get new audience from queers.

Seeing Louis is still in Sydnes, one part of me is happy that he is is enjoying time off with his friends in Sydney because who would want to be stuck in the middle of the winter in sun-less Europe when you can be in warm sunny Australia. But second part is sad that he´s still there and not with his boy who is not with him but in London (according to some fans on twitter who witnessed him there and there last and this week). But I know they know what they are doing so guess H is busy working and Louis is just enjoying vacation and that´s why they are not together now.

Happy friday to you too, anon!

I have no knowledge about Tokio Hotel. I agree that it would be a dream if Louis managed to overcome his closet restraints and rebranded his image into something not so toxic and something closer to who he'd want to be and project without societal and label pressure. I think the whole situation is coplex. Harry is out there acting flamboyant without it hurting him, but with Louis (who is naturally flamboyant, it's not put on) it might be too much since he's not straight passing like Harry is. If Louis suddenly were percieved to be gay by the gp, larry rumours would return and all eyes would be on Harry. Sony wouldn't have that. Bg wouldn't be enough. So i think there's still pressure on L to supress his flamboyancy and it's tied to contracts, bg and Harry.

Louis is still in Australia. The sightings of H in London from random twitter accounts is an old trick they use to place him where they want him to be. I laughed when i read them, because it's too detailed and not tweeted like a fan would. There is no need for H to ride citrus fruit bikes in populated places if he's not papped or stunting. The only reason he's out there doing it is for promo, and for it to be promo he must be papped. So pics or it didn’t happen. It just made me even more sure H is in Australia with him. If H is not it's because he's working like you said. L might also be having a week off and will head back to London soon. We'll see!

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Goedenavond (that's "good evening" in Dutch :)) my friend! It's me, gay bike anon, again. I know we've been messing up the timeline of asks quite a bit recently, so I'll just say I loved the snippet of ballroom dancing a lot, and I'll be replying in detail later, in order to fuse that reply with another one :) But, I couldn't help myself and, like I told you, I love questions, so for the "hi, I'm not from the US" ask set: 4, 16 and 29 please?

Fave gay bike anon!! ❤️ I recognised you right away!! Consider me writing this down in a notebook because I will absolutely learn Dutch for my favourite ❤️ I'm very pleased to hear that the snippet pleased you!! I'll look forward to your thoughts then!!

4. favourite dish specific for your country?

Oooh I'll tell you about my favourite sweet one: Brita cake. I love Brita cake. It has layers of merengue and something semi-bitter (raspberry, kiwi, rhubarb etc., I think rhubarb is the superior flavour). It's a summer cake but I always ask mum for one for my birthday in winter anyway :) She makes it really well.

16. which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with?

I think they're mostly right, we're quiet and shy and drink a lot of alcohol. It's all true. But I wish more people knew that Finnish people are actually truly really nice under all that shyness. Very honest and loyal. We may seem a little rude to outsiders but we're honestly just ridiculously shy.

29. does your region/city have a beef with another place in your country?

We really love to hate on a neighbouring city. I feel like everyone likes to hate on them, but they're our neighbours so I claim we have more #rights. They have this ugly Soviet Union concrete architecture thing going on so they're mocked for that a lot. I don't really mind them, I just bully them for a joke.

I hope you'll have a lovely weekend, dear gay bike anon! 💕 I'm just waiting for the bus to my university city as I type this (I may have overshot and arrived at the bus station 30 minutes early, because you never know what might happen along the way... I could have been given some kind of a sacred quest that would have sidetracked me. Who am I to question the universe?). Take care!! ✨

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Aaron Hotchner x Male Reader

request from anon: Thank you for sharing your writing on here! A blurb idea, because I hardly see any male readers, is that maybe Hotch has figured out he’s attracted to men too and has a boyfriend? Someone Hotch can go home to and be taken care of by them, someone Jack trusts? Because hotch spends all his time caring for the team, his s/o really spoils him with affection and TLC. I’m really soft for that idea, and the team being real pleased he’s found someone who appreciates him again. Hope you’re doing well! a/n: i wanted to give this a little more attention than a blurb, so it turned into a Whole Thing™ words: 2790 warnings: swearing, some drinking, derek being charming, and emily prentiss: patron saint of The Gays™

i don't have a specific male!reader taglist yet, so i added all yall on my gn!reader list, so nobody would miss this! lemme know if you wanna stay on the male!reader list or not - you’ll never hurt my feelings :)

masterlist | requests closed!

Aaron came home to all the lights off save one, illuminating a little scene before him - dinner (still hot) on the coffee table, a glass of wine, and you, holding the remote ready to start a movie. 

He smiled, set his briefcase down, and slipped his shoes off. 

“Jack’s at Jess’s,” you said, before he could ask. “I thought it would be a nice surprise to spend the evening, just you and me.” 

He crossed to the couch and sat down, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. “It’s a great surprise, thank you.” You grabbed his tie and tried to pull him down on the couch, but he pried your fingers off and laughed. “Let me change and I’ll come sit with you, alright?”

You picked up your glass of wine and tipped it his direction. “I’ll be here.”

It was true. When he returned and dropped down next to you, you were waiting for him. When he was firmly settled with dinner, you started the movie. 

After a while, you asked, “Did the case go okay?”

He nodded. “We got ‘im. I had to stay and make sure the DA had a strong enough case, otherwise I would have been home yesterday.” 

You leaned into him, and he wrapped an arm around you. “I don’t mind. Jack and I went out for a bike ride yesterday and didn’t miss you at all, not even a little.” 

Aaron laughed. “Good.” 

+++

“Damn it.” 

Aaron forgot his lunch. He could see it in his mind’s eye, sitting there next to his travel mug of coffee on the kitchen island. Pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, he had just resigned himself to a takeout lunch when his phone rang. 

“Hotchner.” 

“Babe, you left your lunch here,” the light amusement in your tone dissolved his sour mood, and he smiled despite himself. 

“I noticed.” 

He could hear you shuffling around in the background as you spoke. “I’ll swing by and leave it downstairs after I drop Jack at school. No more than an hour, okay?”

Aaron smiled and sat in his chair, leaning back. “What did I do to deserve you?”

You laughed. “Absolutely nothing. I’m just a sucker for charity cases.” There was a shuffle, and you heard Jack laugh. You were probably at the table, poking the kid in the ribs until he almost got sick with laughter. Before Aaron could respond again, you said, “Alright, love you, bye!” and hung up.

Aaron rolled his eyes and got to work. 

True to your word, no more than an hour later found you at the front of the Quantico Federal Building, Aaron’s lunch and coffee in your hand. You’d never seen the inside, but you knew you were on the visitors list. 

Fuck it.

You checked in, got your visitor’s badge, and made your way to the sixth floor with only a little bit of spatial confusion. You knew which bullpen was theirs immediately - you had yet to meet the team, but you’d seen pictures and heard enough stories to keep track of names and faces.

You quickly stepped through the glass doors, doing everything in your power to avoid directing too much attention to yourself. But alas, Aaron worked with profilers, and they all noticed you despite your best efforts. 

JJ’s head shot up. “Is that -”

“Hotch’s travel mug? Yeah.” Derek squinted at you as you took the stairs two at a time up to your boyfriend’s door. 

You knocked, and a crisp “Come in” sounded from inside. 

Aaron couldn’t hide his surprise when you poked your head through the door, stepping in and closing it behind you. He stood, circling the desk and leaning against it. 

Boundaries were important to him at work, you knew, so you refrained from untoward affection, stepping back to a respectable distance after you set his things next to the file on his desk. 

“How’d you get past security?” He asked, and you knew it was a joke. 

“I guess they’re letting just about anyone in, these days.” 

Aaron nodded, in facetious consternation. “Looks like it.” He broke after a moment, offering you a small smile. “Thank you. You didn’t have to come all the way out here.” 

You shrugged. “Wasn’t too hard.” 

He glanced out the blinds. The entire team averted their eyes, bumping into each other in their haste to look busy. 

You followed his gaze. “It’s okay, Aaron. Don’t feel pressured to introduce me to any of them - I didn’t mean to put you on the spot.” There was a little swoop in your stomach. 

Did I overstep?  

He sighed. “I know. You didn’t. It feels a little...ridiculous to be hiding anything from them after all this time.” He reached out, and you took his hand, still a couple of steps away. His eyes stayed on your linked hands as they swung a little between you. “I don’t mean to hide you from them.” 

You squeezed his hand with a warm, small smile. “I know.” And you did. It was big for him - explicitly and obviously coming out to his team was bound to be terrifying, and to add a new person on top of that? 

I don’t envy him. 

Meanwhile, down in the bullpen, everyone was taking turns reporting back on what was going on behind the blinds. 

“They’re holding hands, and not in a handshake way,” Emily said, covering her face with a folder as she looked up. 

JJ chanced a look. “He’s been a lot less uptight recently.”

“He’s also not coming in as early. His arrival time is, on average, about thirty-seven minutes later than five months ago.” 

Emily looked at Spencer like he’d grown another head. “You keep track of when we come in?” 

Spencer didn’t look up from his book. “Of course.” 

“I’m glad he has someone,” JJ noted lightly. “It’s good for him.”

Back up in the office, you took a step toward Aaron. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, my love.” 

He huffed a laugh and ran his thumbs over your knuckles. “Come to Dave’s the next time we all get together.” 

“Really?” Your eyebrows felt like they were going to meet your hairline they shot up so fast. 

“Yeah. They’d love to meet you.” 

Your brow furrowed, confused. “How do you know?”

He shrugged. “They’re very predictable.” 

+++

Needless to say, Aaron was right. They politely, pointedly, and casually posed questions about Hotch’s lunchtime visitor until he wasn’t able to avoid them anymore. Thus, he invited you to Dave’s the next time the team had a night off.

You were excited, but admittedly a little nervous. You were all headed to the car, Jack (very carefully) carrying the brownies you’d made that afternoon. 

He was chatting away, telling you stories you’d already heard, about JJ and Emily and Derek and Spencer and Dave and Henry and etc. etc. etc. 

You loved that kid. 

When Aaron pulled up to the house, Jack jumped out of the car and walked through the front door like he owned the place. It made you laugh. 

Aaron looked over, a fond smile on his face. “What?”

“Jack. He just -” you made a vague gesture with your hand - he just goes and goes, and Aaron laughed. 

After a moment, you two sobered. He reached for your hand, and you laced your fingers with his. 

“They’re going to love you. You know that.” 

You snorted. “I certainly don’t.”

Aaron kissed the back of your hand and covered it, so two of his hands were holding one of yours. “Are you ready?”

“Are you?”

He patted your hand twice by way of an answer, releasing you and opening his door. You followed suit, waiting for him on the sidewalk. 

When you actually looked, you realized how truly massive Dave’s house was. Aaron had told you he was well-off, with his book royalties and other savings, but the beautiful and tasteful mansion before you spoke to a bank account that had eight figures, rather than six. 

Aaron stepped forward and offered you his hand. You took it. He led you up the flagstone path and through the front door, opening it without preamble. 

The foyer was beautiful, opening to a staircase, the living room, and some kind of den or parlor off to the side. Aaron led you to the kitchen, where a statuesque woman with dark brown hair was mixing a drink. Emily. 

She turned when she heard you enter, and a wide smile broke out across her face. “Hi!” 

You dropped Aaron’s hand and offered it to her. She shook it readily, and you found yourself mirroring her smile. “Hi. Emily, right?”

She nodded, and spared a glance at Hotch. “Hotch, you know it’s polite to introduce guests.” 

He huffed in good humor and gestured pedantically as he spoke. “Emily, this is my boyfriend, Y/N. Y/N, Agent Emily Prentiss.” 

You were very impressed by his lack of hesitation over the word boyfriend, as it had been a topic of discussion in the past. 

“It’s so juvenile. I feel like I’m in high school.” Aaron chuckled, staring up at the ceiling with his hands laced behind his head. 

You rolled over onto his chest. “I can’t be your partner - you’ve already been a lawyer and I would hate to confuse people. You’re the one with a juris doctorate, not me.” You rested your chin on his pec, giving just a little more weight than was necessary. 

He dropped one of his arms, and you scooted up to fit nearly under it. “Is it at all weird to have a boyfriend in one’s forties?”

You shrugged. “I think it’s whimsical.” 

“Oh yeah, that’s me.” He laughed. “Whimsical in the extreme.” 

Emily’s voice was warm and genuine when she told you, “It’s a pleasure to meet the person who keeps him,” she jabbed her index finger at Hotch, “in line.”

You laughed, the anxiety melting little by little. “Bold of you to assume anyone can keep him in line.” 

She snorted. “Don’t I know it.”

Hotch crossed his arms over his chest. “Guys, I’m right here.” 

“And?” You and Emily answered simultaneously.

He shook his head with a smile. “C’mon. If you want to continue making fun of me, there’s plenty of ammunition out back.” 

You offered your arm to Emily, and she took it daintily. “Such a gentleman.” She looked over her shoulder as she started walking you to the back patio. “How’d you snag this one?”

“Apparently, he has a thing for charity cases,” Aaron deadpanned. 

A few pairs of eyes flickered to you when you stepped out, and Emily’s hand squeezed you reassuringly. You already loved her. 

Hotch came up to your side and grabbed your hand as Emily stepped away, stopped by two men who had to be Derek and Spencer (who needed a mediator for some inane, hair-splitting dispute they were having). 

A couple who you assumed were JJ and Will smiled at you as you approached. 

“JJ, Will, this is Y/N.” Hotch said, a little more confidence in his voice than before. 

“I’m the boyfriend,” you supplied, and JJ laughed. 

“I’m so glad you could make it!” She leaned close to you, and you dipped your head to listen. “We’ve been asking about you since you stopped by a couple of weeks ago.” 

You raised your chin in a knowing fashion as you leaned back, once again including Hotch and Will in the conversation. “Ah, I see. So there’s lore?”

“Definitely.” She pursed her lips in mock solemnity. 

You matched her facetious tone. “Don’t believe everything you hear.” 

JJ broke then, smiling at you once more. “I never make that mistake.” Just then, a little blond boy ran up to her, attaching himself to her leg. She automatically put a hand on his head and gestured to you. “Henry, can you say hello to Mr. Y/N? He’s a really special friend of Hotch’s - like Miss Savannah is to Derek.” 

“Hi.” 

You crouched to Henry’s level, offering your fist. A look of satisfaction crossed his face as you bumped fists, your hands exploding out of it (with sound effects). “It’s so nice to meet you, man. Were you playing soccer over there?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Jack’s really good but he lets me get goals.” 

“Wow.” You raised your eyebrows. “That’s really nice of him, and I bet you learn a lot, too.” 

Jack called Henry from across the yard, and he offered you one last adorable grin before sprinting off. You rose, checking in with Hotch as you did so. JJ and Will were distracted watching Henry for the moment, so they missed the awe that crossed Aaron’s face for just a moment. 

Your eyebrows pulled. What?

He shook his head. Nothing. But there was something there. Something fond and altogether content. 

You heard Emily come up behind you before you saw her, so you turned as she approached with Derek, Dave, and Spencer. 

You offered your hand first to Derek, and shot a smile to Spencer. Hotch had warned you before you left the house that Spencer didn’t shake hands. 

“Nice to meet you, man. Derek Morgan.” Morgan’s grip was firm and warm. “Emily was just telling me I owe you a thanks for reminding Hotch he has a sense of humor.” Derek’s smile ate up his whole face as he beamed at you. It very nearly stole your breath - he was stunning, and smart. The way he phrased his introduction made it unnecessary to re-introduce yourself, and you were sure that soothed whatever remained of Hotch’s anxiety. 

Hotch’s deadpan was decidedly dry. “Funny.”

That’s a good sign. 

Spencer was quiet, but there was a little smile playing at his lips. He looked just over your shoulder, and seemed to communicate with someone behind you for a moment. It was only the barest changes in expression, but you’d been around Aaron long enough to know a silent conversation when you saw one, no matter how subtle. The outcome of the conversation looked good, as Spencer stifled another smile and looked over at Hotch.

You then offered your hand to Dave, who took it in both of his. “It is so good to finally meet you.” He shot a sly smile at Hotch. “I was beginning to wonder if you were a figment of my imagination a couple weeks ago.” 

“I promise I am very real,” you said with a laugh. “It’s so great to meet all of you. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“All bad I hope,” JJ chirped from over your shoulder as she approached. 

You nodded. “The worst.” 

Aaron kissed your temple as the rest laughed, and you could feel the small smile resting on his lips. He sure was smiling a lot tonight, and you couldn’t help but feel a little proud that you had a lot to do with it. 

A woman you could only assume was Penelope bounced up and swooped under Derek’s arm. “What did I miss?”

Hotch laughed (he laughed!) and introduced you. “Y/N, this is our tech analyst Penelope Garcia. Garcia, this is Y/N.”

Instead of a handshake, she just got out from under Derek’s arm and gave you a hug. You relaxed right into her. 

She let you go after a second, but kept her hands on your upper arms. “I am so glad you’re here. I’ve been hoping someone would come along and snag our fearless leader before too long.” She winked, and it warmed you. 

The rest of the evening flowed smoothly, eventually moving to the living room, and then to goodnights. Everyone wished you a warm goodbye, and Dave kissed you on both cheeks before letting you go. Jack was apparently spending the night at the Jareau-LaMontagne household, so you and Aaron were alone on the drive back. 

You relaxed into the seat as he sped along the highway, his hand locked in yours across the center console. “That was really fun.” You looked over at him, finding less tension in him than you’d ever seen before. “Your team is incredible.” 

“I know it. They’re the best at what they do.”

You kissed the back of Aaron’s hand. “I’ve heard it helps to have a great boss, or so Penelope tells me.”

He huffed a little laugh through his nose. “She is the authority on such things, as I understand it.” 

The car was quiet for a few minutes. 

“I - “ Hotch cleared his throat, but his gaze never wavered from the road. “I can’t tell you how much tonight meant to me.”

You squeezed his hand. “It was nothing.” You were lying, and he knew it, but at the end of the day, you’d do anything for him.  

He smiled, broad and genuine, and you decided then that Aaron’s joy was your favorite sight in the whole world. 

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my brother in christ, asexuality was classified as a mental disorder in the dsm until 2013. anon should have at least done some research before they came into your askbox unannounced flaunting their baseless biases.

my friend, i just wanted to say that you’re an amazing artist and an absolute legend for being proudly yourself. i’m sorry you’re having to deal with this tired tumblr discourse. some people just need to touch grass.

that's EXACTLY the point i'm getting at with my last post! if i was legally protected but everyone treated me like shit then what are laws going to do to make me feel better about being told i just need to get laid? as much as i love pride month i get so tired of how people have turned it into the oppression olympics and start saying "well actually i'm more miserable than you so your experiences don't matter uwu" like can't we all be gay together? and maybe anon didn't know that the argument of saying gay and trans people are more oppressed than aces is inherently acephobic, but they literally dropped that message TEN MINUTES after i uploaded a shitpost to the asexual pride tag so uh. yikes on bikes

also thank you! 💕 not only for the compliments on the art but for actually popping into my askbox and giving me a bit of a nice thing to wake up to because getting messages like that during pride month. gonna be honest but it kinda sucks and i remember shaking a bit when i took an entire hour replying to that last post. pretty much every piece i'm uploading this month is ace pride related (because of course it is) so this month is just me being unapologetically me and every single post of my faves in ace pride drip will be dedicated to the last nonnie in spirit and spite 💜 but yeah. your message meant a lot after what happened yesterday, so thank you 🥺