#the drink was rebull though

[sweetheart-headspace]

I made my yanblr sideblog guys . . I had an energy drink like I said I would try and I've never felt so motivated soo >_< @fanboy4u ! ! go follow if you want to see that sort of stuff . I probably will still posts some obsessive stuff on here but at least I have a specific spot for it now

[transheadcannon]

In Honor of the end of pride month (darn) Everyone is trans and everyone is at Pride

Hunk

Trans boy (he/him)

Pan and ace

Is there with Shay his (trans) girlfriend

Total mom of pride

Is prepared for everything all the time no matter what

Has granola bars and water on him at ALL TIMES

Is constantly making sure that everyone is together and okay

Is especially worried about Lance and Pidge 

Especially when they’re both together

Help Lance sew their pride capes

Definitely brought a frying pan

For the Pun

Has a shirt that says “trans boys do it better”

Or “Frying PANS who knew right?”

I love Tangled I’m sorry

Definitely is wearing at least on form of floral print

Is terrified of losing Keith in the crowd

Really wants to get those leash backpacks for kids but for his friends

Hunk is the main supplier of glitter

You can bet your boots this boy painted his face

Will not stop throwing Pancakes at people

His pancakes are Holier than thou

So people eat them no matter what

Everyone, and I mean E V E R Y O N E  loves Hunk and will die for Hunk

Once, at pride, Hunk got knocked down by anti-lgbtq+ protestors

Everyone was there to make sure he was okay

A group of Drag Queens fought off the protesters

Those protesters never came back

Hunk will, without hesitation, punch any terfs he sees at pride

No exceptions

Probably brought a ukulele to play “Rainbow Connection” nonstop

Taking names, breaking hearts, Hunk Garrett

All the ladies are swooning

Shay once had to fight someone to get them off of Hunk

Hunk may be a bit less vocal about it but he his the happiest person there

Keith

Trans Demiboy (he/they)

Gay

VERY GAY

(would date Nonbinary people too though)

Wears Croc Heelys to pride

Has a tendency to wander off which is really not good for Shiro or Hunk

Was roped into letting Lance, Allura and Coran do their makeup

One eye is demiboy colors

The other is Rainbow

Flannel and a black tank top

Lipstick (any color it changes year by year) to complete the look

Everyone thinks he’s gorgeous

Gets asked out by at least three (3) people at pride each year

First time they go to pride they cry

Everyone was so nice and kind and accepting

All his friends were so flustered because none of them had ever seen Keith cry

Keith probably got his wolf a rainbow bandana

Keith’s mom ( a well seasoned gay) is definitely part of the “Where the Hell is Keith Now?” Squad

Keith is normally the one that eats most of Hunk’s Granola bars

He and Lance usually fight over the last one

Keith, Pidge, Lance and Matt are in a “Who can get more glitter on who” war

Keith usually wins because this kid has reflexes like no one’s buisness

The one year Keith didn’t win was because someone Matt  accidentally hit Allura

No one stood a chance

Pride Month is what Keith lives for

Catch him at 3 in the morning June 1 vibrating after watching every episode of Queer Eye and drinking Shiro’s secret stash of Rebull

Keith, surprisingly, gets in absolutely no arguments (other than Lance) or fights during Pride

They don’t want to take away the safe environment young queers have

Definitely wears a beanie no matter what

He rotates his demiboy hat, rainbow hat, and trans hat

“Bro it’s like 100 degrees out aren’t you hot?”

“I’m dying on the inside.”

“Dude, just take off the hat”

“pain is beauty”

“Dude, you’re going to pass out”

“PAIN IS BEAUTY”

Lance once stole a beanie

It did not end well

Shiro

Trans man (he/him)

Bi (or pan whichever suites your fancy)

poly

Definitely has a baseball cap with Bi and Trans flags on top

The dad of pride

Definitely wears a fanny pack but only because they’re practical 

He keeps cookies and tums in there

Makes a point to dress like a dad

One year, The Squad convinced him to do drag

The results were actually amazing and Shiro can really work heels

Shiro was very flustered but very attractive

That day was Lance and Allura’s field day

Shiro does his own makeup for pride

Once got in a muscle flexing contest and won

Matt buys him a “I flexed and the Sleeves fell off” tank top to wear the next year

Has a shirt that says “Hi Gay I’m Dad”

Has one of those beer hats with the straws but he fills them with redbull

Despite Hunk yelling at him not to

Drinks more juiceboxes than water

Gets proposed to nearly every year

Hissed at someone when they wouldn’t leave Pidge alone

Once brought his teacup Chihuahua Tito 

The ladies were S W O O N I N G

Shiro and Krolia co-parent Keith in shifts

Shiro is Lance’s wingman

Or he tries to be at least

Most people are too focused on him

People always assume that he and Allura are together

No

They’re just wrestle buddies

Allura wins always and no matter what because Allura is a goddess

Matt and Shiro aren’t allowed to go anywhere together alone after The Indident

Basically, they both got wasted, ate a shit ton of sugar, and got lost

They also somehow ended up almost joining a cult 

So yeah those two need to be monitored. 

People have definitely bowed before Shiro

Everyone wants to be adopted by Shiro

Allura

Trans woman (she/her)

Lesbian

Is famous within the LGBTQ+ communtity

A true icon

Definite beauty guru and a GODDESS

Goes every year with her (trans) girlfriend Romelle

Refers to everyone as “my lovelies”

No one dares to flirt with her because she’s out of everyone’s league

Every time Allura breathes a terf gets punched

Every time Allura breathes a small trans girl gets her wings

Has her own float in the parade

Allura was Born on The First Day Of Pride

Allura also got in a muscle flexing contest and W O N

She hands out flower crowns in all pride colors

And she does it all IN 9 INCH HEELS

She and Romelle are a power couple

Taking names and Breaking hearts

Allura and Romelle

Dyes her hair pastel pink every year

Lance and Allura are unstoppable together

People always come up to her and ask her questions

She loves answering people

Haley Kiyoko is her anthem

Gets actual gifts from people

Coran is her gay uncle

Eats a crap ton of raisins 

One year, a group of terfs came up to her to yell at her

They all walked away in love

Transphobes don’t stand a chance against Allura

No one stands a chance against Allura

She is a Very Powerful Woman

Allura, although regal and a goddess is actually is the most excited for Pride

It’s a cool fun environment for cool fun people

Allura loves meeting people

Even to this day she’s afraid she’ll somehow mess up accidentally

Everyone knows that’s bull though

She and Pidge are the loudest at pride

Kills it every year in a crop top

Helps every years queer prom happen

She’s so powerful

Matt

Trans man (he/him)

Bi

Wears Shrek merch  nearly every year

No shirt

Has a speaker that plays nothing but Bo Burnahm’s “Everyone thinks I’m Gay”

And occasionally “All Star”

Was the biggest factor in why Shiro and Matt can’t hang out together

If he sees a bug, he WILL NOT let you stomp on it

No matter what age

At the end of pirde he’s always covered head to toe in insects and glitter

One year he ditched the Shrek merch in favor of dressing up as spider man

All of the kids swarmed him it was adorable

Another year he wore his fursuit and nearly started a revolution

Helps Pidge choose an outfit each year

Is also the one who buys all of Pidge’s pride things including glitter, flags, shirts

Other than Lance, is Allura’s biggest fan

Allura likes (platonic)  him, but Matt is too thick to realize that

He got rainbow Shrek merch and cried

Is actually like the older queer brother

Like the nerdy one that’s too afraid to go outside

Every year never gets less exciting for him

He’s Lance’s slightly more successful wingman

Gets sunburn every year

Even in the Spiderman costume which covers him from head to toe

Socks and sandals

Specifically to bug people

Obviously those are Shrek socks

What are we animals?

Matt keeps at least 3 cookies with him at pride

For emegincies

Steals most of Shiro’s juice

On the first day of Pride month plays “The most wonderful time of the year” on repeat until Pidge tries to kill him

“It is NOT the time for Christmas music”

“IT DOESN’T HAVE TO BE CHRISTMAS TO BE THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR”

Matt at 3 in the morning June first “IT’s the first day of gay lads”

He and Pidge always host a party after the Pride Parade

It mostly involves more glitter fights, except they get Shrio in on it too

Shiro, surprisingly always looses

When he hit Allura in the face with glitter he saw his life flash before his eyes

It was kind of pathetic

Definitely sneaks in Vodka in a water bottle

Pidge

Nonbinary (They/them)

Aro/ace

Before the Parade they roll in glitter to properly prepare

Once Matt had a “genius” idea

Let’s just say it ended with Pidge covered in cling wrap and glitter

Pidge wears sarcastic pride shirts and their floofy golf M.C. hammer pants

Pidge and Allura are devious little Shits

Allura taught Pidge how to walk in heels

Pidge taught Allura how to steal 50 candy bars without getting caught

They do both together

Pidge and Lance are mostly the reason why there are so many glitter fights

Pidge comes out again every year during pride month

Calls it their “Gender birthday”

Comes up with a new extravagant idea each year

Last year it was hot air balloons

This year they’re hoping to hack into NASA so they can rearrange the stars

Pidge pays for it out of pocket too though no one is sure how

Pidge drinks more juice than Shiro

Pidge will only refer to Shiro as “Papa Gay” during pride month

Lance is “ You Absolute Asshole Give Me My Rebull Back”

Tries to eat nothing but Skittles for the month but Hunk always catches them

Colors absolutely everything they can get their hands on rainbow

“Rainbow. The best color. The only color if you ask me.”

Has a shrine for Miles Mckenna

Marshmallows 

That is all I must say

“Hey Pidge,I’m a lesbian”

“I thought you were American”

Hates getting Misgendered at pride

Because I guess people gender people at pride

Will punch a terf

Has a T-shirt that says so

One year Lance did their make up

Or tried to at least

It did not end well

Pidge wouldn’t stop moving

Pidge once did Lance’s makeup

It did not last well

Mostly because Pidge has no idea how to do makeup

Pidge also protects the bugs at pride from feet

Lance

Trans boy (he/him)

Bi

Lance uses the glitter the best

Very decorative

(until the glitter wars)

Sometimes steals Keith’s lipstick to use

Allura and Lance always have to go out for coffee before the parade

That’s were they gossip

Lance is Hunk’s impulse control

Namely, if Lance doesn’t do something stupid Hunk will

“It’s a heavy burden”

“Lance, no one made you eat that many granola bars”

Lance is Shiro’s source of Redbull

Lance usually wears a pair of booty shorts and no shirt to pride

Allura lets him borrow a pair of heels each year

Lance owns a pair of platform crocs for pride

Is always a close second in the glitter wars

Owns a shirt with the words “Papa Gay” and Shiro’s face

Is probably the most vocal at pride

Makes his own flags for pride

Always paints at least 50% of his body pride colors

Once brought powdered chalk 

That did not end well

Even though Pidge messed up his makeup while doing it he still wore it out

Every year the children flock to him and every year he brings markers for the kids to doodle on his arms

Definitely makes signs each year

He saves them and hangs them up on his wall

His entire family came to his first pride

He was sooooo  happy

Lance’s family was mildly concerned but happy

Lance almost got roofied one year

He smelt it though

He got that scumbag arrested

After getting top surgery and not needing his binders he did a huuuuge give away

He was pretty much chucking binders at people

Definitely the kind of guy to have the really extravagant patterned binders 

People were crying and swooning

Has asked many times for Shiro and Matt to stop being his wing man

Everyone knew that wing man was Hunk’s job

Everyone knew that except Hunk

One year Shiro did his wings and he cried

I was going to do Coran but I ran out of space. I promise he’ll get his own post

[pinkletterday]

Notorious

Pairing: Barry Allen/ Iris West.

Rating: Teen

Warnings: drug use, addiction

Status: WiP

Summary: Iris West reluctantly faces the challenge of her career as a publicist - saving up and coming alt-rock sensation Barry Allen's career from himself.

"People like notoriety. Studios don't like uninsurable flight risks. The money is in the sweet spot between the two."

Prompt taken from this post and altered.

"Hi, I'm gonna kill you."

Iris's boss, Leonard Snart, swivelled in his chair to face her as she stormed into his office, heedless of the transparency of its walls.

"Good morning to you too, Iris," he said wryly. "I wouldn't mind if you do kill me, I have meeting with Accounting in ten minutes. But why am I to be executed?"

"Why would you put me on the Allen account?" Iris demanded, eyes flashing angrily under wide-rimmed glasses. "More importantly, why am I being taken off the Queen one? I brought in that client, Len! And now you want me to baby-sit ANOTHER self-aggrandizing man-child AFTER I helped QC Records pull off a complete image revamp?"

"We're a entertainment PR firm, West, they're all self-aggrandizing man-children. We'd be out of business if they weren't," Len waved her away and went back to collecting his papers. "And I put you on the Allen account because Oliver Queen likes you."

"What?" Iris stopped, non-plussed.

"When you pull off the impossible, people reward you by giving you something more impossible," said Len in his usual air of imparting some grand wisdom upon the newbies. It did nothing to assuage Iris's bad humour. "You got the public to see young Ollie Queen, heedless playboy in the club scene, as a savvy charismatic businessman able to lead his father's empire without running it to the ground. Now he wants you to do the same for his good buddy Barry Allen."

"Why didn't he just ask me?" said Iris, only slightly mollified.

"Probably didn't want to be around for the kicking and screaming," said Len, leaning his head sardonically at her. Iris flushed. Snart was such an asshole. "And don't worry, Queen's paying the retainer fee."

"Why is Oliver paying for Allen?" she determinedly strode behind him as he headed out to the elevator. "Barry Allen's already got two singles in the Billboard Top 40 and a contract with QC. Can't he afford to pay us himself?"

"Ah, there's the rub, darling," Len smirked at her. "Part of the deal is that you convince young Mr. Allen that he needs you. And judging by the recent tabloid coverage - boy, he really does need you."

Iris stared at him. "You can't be serious. He doesn't even want a - Len, he needs rehab not a publicist!"

"No reason why he shouldn't have both," said Len stepping into the elevator as she stood outside, stupefied in disbelief. "Don't worry, Iris. I have every faith in you." The elevator doors closed on her boss's infuriating Chesire cat grin.

"I don't even know anything about alt-rock!" she yelled fruitlessly at the closed steel doors.

"So, I guess this is a bad time to tell you I got the QC account," Sara approached waving a folder at her, her expression not much less disgruntled than hers. "Any tips on how to handle Queen?"

"Yeah," said Iris, pivoting angrily on her heel and marching away. "Kick his fucking ass."

***

For someone with a talent for both music and being splashed across the tabloids, Barry Allen had a rather unconventional arrangement. He was not represented by any major talent agency, even Snart Associates was more entertainment-corporate oriented than talent. He had been "managed" this far by a personal friend in the music industry, a Cisco Ramon, whose own success had made it impossible to focus on Allen's. Iris figured that some well-meaning yet complicated friend negotiations had taken place behind the artist's back for this clusterfuck to land on her desk. She fumed. She was a professional. Even when she had had to contend with Oliver Queen at his worst (the fact that much of the worst had been a ruse was small consolation) it had been saving of the company she had been tasked with. She hadn't gotten an MBA on her own money by twenty-four while working her way up from a mailroom to end up playing nurse maid to entitled white boys.

It was her ire that made her square her shoulders, wipe the sneer off her face and beard the proverbial lion in his den alone. Ramon had asked her to wait for him outside the unimpressive square brick building in a bad part of town ("probably to fit his boho aesthetic," Iris thought uncharitably) but he was now ten minutes late, so screw him.

There was no security or buzzer at the entrance so Iris was able to simply walk into the alarmingly large and clanky elevator that took her upto where Allen lived on the top floor. She stepped into a hall of bare brick with thick wooden sliding door staring at her. There was no buzzer to be seen here either. Iris was about to bang on the door when it opened by itself.

"- all right, fine, I'll let myself out, you jerk. Thanks for the sex and the coffee, I guess!" an irate blonde in dishevelled clothing appeared in front of her, coat and one heel still in hand, facing away to yell at the occupant. She turned around, came face to face with Iris and stepped back in surprise. "Who're you?"

Iris stared awkwardly at her. "Um."

She snorted. "Yeah okay, whatever, good luck." With which ominous benediction she pulled on her shoe and clattered down the stairs, apparently unwilling to wait for the elevator.

"Hey Kathy - Katya - whoever - could you close the door please? Thanks!" called a male voice.

Iris stepped in and complied.

The studio was kind of a bachelor cliché, bare brick, high ceilings, stainless steel counters and leather sofas. A vague smell of weed hung stale in the air. Dull grey sunlight flooded in from the large square windows overlooking the brick and mortar part of the warehouse district, on which gentrification had not encroached. A sad little pocket of impersonal luxury in a sadder, almost forgotten place.

A tall, lanky white man in a tattered tee shirt sat in profile at the far end, eschewing the sprawling sofa behind him in favour of sitting on the floor rug in a tangle of long legs, intermitently strumming on a guitar and scribbling on a note pad on a coffee table strewn with mugs, cans and paper.

"Mr. Allen?" she said tentatively.

His head whipped up, startled. "Huh? Who're you?"

"My name is Iris West. Oliver Queen sent me," said Iris, brisk and no-nonsense, adjusting her glasses.

He blinked slowly at her. Then a lazy grin came over his face. "And here I thought Ollie wasn't gonna send me strippers anymore," he said, eyeing her appreciatively, "he still definitely knows my type."

Iris gaped at him. "I am not a stripper!"

"Oh," he looked befuddled. "I'm sorry, but he really has sent me strippers before and one of them was actually dressed all school-teacherish like you - um. Although come to think of it, he hasn't done that in a few years. Sorry, um. Did uh, the other lady leave?"

"Yeah, she left just as I came in," Iris felt even more nonplussed, no idea which end of that ramble she was supposed to start with. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked around blinking as though not sure of his own surroundings. Or what time it was. Possibly which year.

"Are you high?" It was only ten in the morning, Jesus Christ.

"Um. Only on coffee. And Redbull. Lots of Redbull," he said, going back to work as though her presence in his apartment was not really of much concern to him. "Sex really gives me an endorphin rush and I had this idea - couldn't really go back to sleep after that. I think I made Katya -uh, the girl - mad. I just really need to focus, y'know? Like, if I don't it get done while I'm in the zone I can't ever get it back again?" He never tooked up, talking as though mostly to himself.

Iris approached him cautiously. "Huh. Well, coffee and Rebull I can work with. As long as it's not coke or something."

"Out of Coke. Might have some Pepsi," said Allen absently.

"I meant cocaine."

"Yeah, out of that too."

Iris breathed out slowly.

"Uh, so if Ollie didn't send you, why are you here?" Allen looked up at her, finally seeming to register that this vital question had gone unanswered.

"I said Mr. Queen did send me," she said patiently. "I'm your new publicist.

"Oh." Allen absorbed this. Then closed his eyes, hummed and began strumming his guitar.

Iris felt a headache building behind her eyeballs. "Mr. Allen? Did you not hear what I said?"

"I did, thank you," said Allen, "but I don't need a publicist. I'm sorry you wasted your time."

"I'm sorry about that too," said Iris, temper flaring out her nostrils, "but I am used to being treated with respect, client or not. Something apparently neither you, Oliver Queen or even Mr. Ramon seems capable of."

To her surprise, Allen's eyes flew open and he seemed genuinely dismayed. "Oh. You're right. I called you a - and then. Oh my God I'm sorry," he scrambled up, coltish legs unfolding almost comically to reveal himself a full head taller than her, pale and almost gangly but for an unconscious grace. "Um, please take a seat. Can I get you a drink? I can make more coffee. What do you mean Ollie and Cisco were rude to you?"

She stared after him as he bustled over to the kitchen island at the other end of the studio. Her past experience with Queen's associates and the tabloids had prepared her for a womanizing druggie manchild. It wasn't that Barry Allen had unchecked any of those boxes, exactly. Just kept checking them slightly to the left of where she expected.

"Well for one, Mr. Queen didn't notify me of my change in clients himself, and Mr. Ramon is now fifteen minutes late to our meeting," Iris slung her coat over a barstool and firmly sat herself on another, emanating a stern "will not be dislodged" aura, "I haven't had a briefing and also been told that I have to convince you to let me be your publicist. This is beyond professional discourtesy."

"Agreed on all counts," said Allen, smiling ruefully at her over the sink where he was rinsing the coffee pot. Unbecoming scruff aside, it was a very cute and disarming smile. "I'm sure Cisco has a good explanation, but I'm afraid Oliver is just an asshole like that."

"Believe me, I know," Iris snorted.

Allen's amusement deepened. "You aren't worried about calling your client an asshole in front of his friend?"

"I've called him worse things over the last year," she rolled her eyes, "and I can promise you I am going to call him many things as soon as his plane lands and he turns his phone on. I worked my ass off to save his company. I thought that meant something to him." The hurt she had been trying to ignore twinged despite herself. She had thought, after everything, that she and Oliver were at least friends.

Allen snapped his fingers in realization. "Oh, hey! I know who you are! Oliver talked about you all last year!"

"He did?"

"Yeah! Mostly complaining," (Iris snorted) "but in an impressed, complimentary way, you know?" Allen leaned his elbows on the counter and bent toward her with earnest blue eyes.

"I can imagine," she smiled wryly. "And he signed on with me willingly."

"Well, he got his money's worth. People finally get to see him like I've always seen him - not just a selfish party animal. You've done good work, Miss...?" he trailed off uncertainly again.

"West," she reasserted. "But you don't feel in need of my services?"

A distant door shut behind Allen's open, friendly eyes. "No, Miss West, I don't. It's not a reflection on you, it's just personal reasons."

Iris shrugged. "All right."

This seemed to surprise him. "Really? You aren't going to try to persuade me?"

"Do you want to be persuaded?"

"Well, no. I just thought -"

"Mr. Allen," Iris rubbed the headache away from her eyes, "a publicist is an integral, almost invasive presence in a company or someone's life. I need to know who you are, I need you to trust me so that you will come to me with everything and anything so that I can head off any media shitstorms or rumour mills, I need you ready and willing to take my advice on important life choices. I can't force my way into that position. Either you really want to rework your image or you don't."

"Why do I need to rework my image?" said Allen, blue eyes growing stormy. "I'm a musician. It would be weird if I weren't into sex and drugs."

"Sex and drugs, yes. Not making a fool of yourself by turning up high for your Jimmy Fallon interview, being arrested for solicitation and making it plain to the world that you are one drunken orgy away from an OD."

Allen was quiet as he poured the coffee into mugs. They were gaudy novelty ones with silly puns, incongrous with the sobriety of his interior decor. He slid one over without looking at her. She wondered whether he had deliberately chosen the bright-eyed unicorn saying "Go To Hell" in rainbow colors for her, but then he had his (long, graceful) hands wrapped around a mug where a slice of cheese announced "We'd be gouda together!" so she let it slide. "It doesn't matter," he said quietly.

"Oliver's been bailing you out of your worst jams, but now he's under extra scrutiny by the board. He can't keep you signed on for another album, even with two hit singles, if you look like you're going to be more trouble than you're worth."

Iris regretted saying it so baldly when she saw Allen flinch.

"I'm making trouble for Ollie?" He said it in a small, lost sort of way that made Iris feel like she'd kicked a puppy.

"I'm saying you're probably making life pretty difficult for him at the moment, yeah," she ploughed on, determined. "And that's probably why he hired me. Besides the fact that he obviously cares about you."

Allen peered quizzically at her over the rim of his mug. "Oliver talked to you about me?"

She snorted. "Yeah no. Cagey as hell, that guy. That's kind of how I know. The closer he is to someone, the less he talks about them. The opposite of the rest of the world."

"So you know he cares about me because he never talked to you about me?" Allen grinned as she drank her coffee. Her amazing, rich, life-giving coffee.

"That, and another thing."

"What's that?"

Weak silver sunshine cast half Barry Allen's lean, stupidly tall frame in shadow. It turned one of his eyes a light hazel and one side of his stubbly, hollowed cheek marble pale as he smiled down at her, both beautiful and uncanny.

I saw the financials for the out-of-court settlements he'd made to keep you off the news, for what good it did. If even one of them had been for sexual harrassment I wouldn't have touched either Queen's account or yours. I told him to void your contract last year and he shut me down. You have no idea how hard he's working to save you.

Iris grinned back. "He gave you the best damn publicist he had ever met."

***